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Let me start by saying that this isn't fiction but a true story! About 6 months ago i was on my profile page just looking around, when a message came in from a very cute looking 18y/o twink. He wrote that he was looking for someone experienced to finally fuck him. He told me that at earlier dates with guys his own age it they stopt trying after a few attempts, I explained to him how i would have opened his ass. His excitement grew more and more the longer we talked. after a few hours he asked me if he could come by. I said 'Yes', but explained him that i like to play on chems and that i play bare. It became very quiet at the other side, but after nearly a minute he said 'No problem'. i was glad because i already had a date planned with a 21 y/o kinky twink that wanted to try fisting, but he never showed up and his phone was switched off. Within 20 minutes the young twink arrived and i open the door in gear with my hard cock sticking out. He looked surprised maybe a little anxious, but i saw that he made up his mind. He gathered his courage and came inside. 'Clothes off!' i ordered. He replied with 'can't we talk first'. 'Yes, but only when we are on the same level... i'm nude so...' i said. He started to take off his clothes. A very hot body emerged and looking at his semi-hard dick i had to conclude that his was a bit bigger than mine. We started talking but after a while i noticed that his left eye wandered off. He tried watching the porn that i put on just before he arrived. I could see the immediate effect because his dick started growing. i ask if he knew how big it was but he answer that he never measured it. 'i be write back with a tape-measurer and something to drink for us both' i said. When i came back i asked if i could measure his dick, he nodded. He came less than halve a centimeter short to reach 23cm (about 9 inches). We can have lots off fun with that monster i laughed. He picked up his glass to drink. So i gave him 2 pills; one ecstasy-pill and an erection-pill. 'I don't want to do chems' he told me. I said to him that i was very disappointed because i explicitly told him. 'I know, but i'm scared' he answered. He continued: 'Swallowing pills, mixing chems with your drink or putting a needle in your arm. It just makes me freeze up. If i didn't know i was taking or getting then it would love to do it, but there's no way i wouldn't know'. I nodded and told him it was okay, but in my mind i already had a plan to get him high without noticing the administering. He leaned and kissed me and then he went lower and start sucking my cock. i pushed his head down and rammed my cock deeper, he started to choke. He came up for air, ao i give him a few tips to counter the gag reflex. A few extra breathes and he want down again. With every time i pushed my cock deep in hist throat he became more relaxed and i could feel his throat accepting the brutal skull fucking. His cock was rock hard so i pushed him on his back and started licking his cock. When his dick was dripping with my spit and his precum i grab his cock and with one move i let myself slide upon his dick. He asked if i had used a condom. 'What do you feel?' i answered. 'Just close your eyes and compare this feeling to all the times you fucked with a condom. Feel the wetness, feel the heat. Flesh stroking flesh'. He closed his eyes and i saw his face change. He was loving it and he started to moan. After a while he opened his eyes and pushed me off him. He grabbed my legs put them on his shoulder. He rammed his dick in my ass an started drilling my ass. The full length disappeared with every thrust in my ass. He pounded me for at least 15 minutes none-stop. Sweat was running from his face. I was flying high on the way he was ravaging my asshole. OMG where did this kid learn this?! 'i'm close, i'm summing' he said. He tried to pull out but i grab his hips and pulled them in close. 'I want you to flood my ass with your cum' i moaned. He didn't have time to respond because at that moment his dick shot thick warm streams of jizz deep in my ass. I could feel how his seed was flowing inside of me, filling me. We stayed locked for a while then he pulled his cock out and saw his seed oozing out my ass. 'I have never came like this before. i have the idea that i'm completely drained' he said with a big smile. 'Do you want a short break before i fuck and breed your ass?'. He nodded first and then he started to stutter 'you may fuck me without, but you have to promise that you take it out before you come'. He was relieved when I told him that i wouldn't do anything he didn't want me to do. But I knew that it wouldn't be long before he is begging me to shoot my hot load deep in his ass and knowing that my 'special' dna is merging with his. [To be continued]

I discovered public toilets during my first year at university. I had been brought up in a very religious community in the north of Scotland and when I came down to Glasgow to start university I had just turned 18. I loved everything about living in the city. I had very little sexual experience and in many ways I was quite innocent but I masturbated frequently, thinking about fit lads and their cocks and balls and arses. I suppose I knew that things sometimes went on in public toilets but I had never really thought about it. Then one afternoon I didn't feel like studying so I went for a walk. I walked right through Kelvingrove Park and out the other end and after a while I came to another park which had a public toilet near the entrance. Genuinely needing to pee, I went in.... I knew as soon as I went in that something was going on. A cubicle door was shut quickly and I saw someone disappearing round the side to the sink area. An older guy was standing at the urinal and as I began to piss I sensed he was looking at me. I finished pissing but didn't put my cock away. Nothing happened for a minute or two and then the older guy turned towards me, showing me his hard cock I was shitting myself, but I turned towards him and showed him my cock and before long we were both wanking. He moved towards me and took hold of my cock. It was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then but as he started to wank me, a cubicle door opened behind us. I turned round and saw a blond lad about my own age sitting on the toilet, his pants and trousers at his ankles and just then another guy came round from the sink area and went and stood in front of him. The older guy stopped wanking and went and stood in front of the cubicle, motioning to me to follow him. I really wanted to see what was happening so I followed him and soon I was watching the young lad suck the other guy's cock. I was more turned on than I had ever been and soon I had my cock out again, wanking as I watched the guy come in the young lad's mouth. When he had finished coming, he zipped himself out and left. I thought the show was over but the young lad motioned to me to come and stand in front of him. I hesitated for a moment but the older guy pushed me gently towards the young lad and soon my cock was in his mouth and I was being sucked off for the very first time. I cant tell you how good it felt and I knew I wouldn't last very long. The older guy was standing right behind me and I didn't stop him when he pulled my pants down to my knees and began to play with my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my arse hole. When he wet his finger and pushed it right up my hole I lost it and blew my load right into the young lad's mouth. I was out of there in seconds, mortified by what I had done but also more turned on than I had ever been. I remembered my upbringing and vowed to myself that I would never to anything like that again. That vow lasted about a week and then I was back there. I got sucked off again and enjoyed every minute of it. I started going there regularly and sucked my first cock in there. One afternoon the blond lad who had sucked me off was in there again. This time he was bent over the toilet being fucked by an older guy. I watched and wanked as the guy came up his arse and, though I had the chance to take my turn fucking him, I just wasn't quite ready to do that yet so I watched and wanked as another guy fucked him and shot my load down the tiles of the cubicle wall as he too shot his load up the young blond lad. A few weeks later I was in a toilet I had discovered near the university and I was sucking off a tall dark haired guy. He told me he lived nearby and asked me if I wanted to come back to his flat and fuck him. I liked him - he was tall and geeky looking, early to mid 30s and I liked his smile so I said yes and followed him to his flat. Soon I was sucking his cock again and then he pulled me up and we both stripped off (my first time naked with another guy!) and carried on sucking each other. Then he asked me to fuck him and laid back on the bed with his legs in the air. I was very horny but also quite nervous and somehow I just couldn't quite get my cock up him. I thought he would laugh at me but he was very patient with my fumbling attempts to get my cock up his arse. Smiling, he suggested "Let me make it easier for you." With that he turned round and knelt on the bed, pushing his arse towards me and pulling his cheeks apart. I stood behind him and pushed. This time my cock went right up him and I began to fuck. I wanted the feeling to last forever but I knew it wouldn't be too long before I blew my load. He sensed I was getting close and told me to fuck him harder and cum in his arse. Shooting my cum up him was the best feeling ever and as I walked back to my Halls of Residence I was on top of the world - I had finally done it!! I was growing in confidence now and a week or so later I slipped my cock up another lad in a toilet and fucked him. I knew I was ready to be fucked but so far, despite quite a few offers, I hadn't let anyone fuck my virgin 18 year old arse hole. One day I was in a toilet cubicle with another student and I was lubed and bent over the toilet. He was just about to push his cock up me when there was a disturbance outside - some drunk guy was shouting so we thought it better to zip up and get out of there before he came in. I was a bit disappointed, but I knew now it wouldn't be too long before I took a cock in my arse. A week or so later I was in a toilet in a park in the north of Glasgow. I had discovered it a few weeks before and had had some really horny experiences in there. It was dirty, with cobwebs and boarded up windows and smelt of piss but it was rapidly becoming one of my favourite haunts. Most of the action took place round the corner in the sink area and one afternoon I was in there sucking off an older guy. We were joined by another lad - a fit builder lad in a sweatshirt and trackie bottoms which were splashed with paint and plaster. He pulled out his cock so I began to suck him, moving between him and the older guy. I really fancied the builder lad and enjoyed every minute of sucking his fat cock. As I sucked him, the older guy pulled me up and unzipped my trousers, pulling them down along with my pants. I was so turned on sucking the builder lad that I didn't stop him when he started wanking me and fingering my arse hole, even when I felt him rubbing some lube into my hole. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole and instinctively I spread my legs further and pushed back. After a couple of failed attempts, his cock slid up my virgin bum hole - I was being fucked! It hurt at first, of course, but after a fairly short time I began to really enjoy it. I didn't really fancy the guy who was fucking me but I loved the fact that he was doing it as I sucked off the fit builder lad. I wondered what my family would say if they could see me, pants down in dirty public toilet being fucked by a total stranger. Somehow this thought made me even hornier and when the older guy shot his cum into me and pulled out I turned round and offered my arse to the builder lad. He didn't hesitate and soon I was being fucked for the second time. His cock was bigger but I managed to take it. He fucked me hard and fast and soon I was taking a second load of cum up my no longer virgin hole. As I walked back through the park I felt as if my hole was gaping and I wasn't sure I could stop the cum sliding out. Then I thought "why not?" and pushed. Two loads of cum slid out my arse into my underpants and when I got back to my room in the Halls of Residence my pants were sopping wet with spunk and again I felt on top of the world. The next time I went back to that toilet I noticed a breakdown truck parked near the park entrance. When I went into the toilet a young, dark haired guy in mechanic's overalls was standing at the urinal. Soon we were wanking together and before too long we were in a cubicle and I was bent over the toilet being fucked again. He was a very fit lad and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. When he had cum in my arse he asked if I wanted to fuck him and soon he was bent over the toilet, his overalls at his ankles and his white pants stretched across his knees as I fucked his tight, hairy arse and shot my load up him. It didn't get much better than this! The following week I was back in the first toilet I had visited and the young blond lad was in there again. I watched as two older guys fucked him. This time I took my turn and shot a load up him myself before pulling out and letting another guy take over. I didn't hold back now - and have had many horny experiences in public toilets over the years. Of course I can't remember most of them, but I can remember some of my best experiences like it was yesterday. I'll share some of those in Part 2.

Predators and prey (Part 8) Michael was totally worn out. He was laying on his stomach, unable to move around. The leather daddy knelt next to his head and patted him in his right cheek, asking “Are you able to get on all fours? I want to do fuck you doggie style bitch,” as if his request was totally normal when asked of a twink who had been fucked nonstop for three hours. What else could he be? Only the sleaziest piece of shit on this whole wide world. Michael opened his eyes and tried to focus on the masculine guy next to him. He tried to get up, but just couldn’t do it. He was able to get on his knees, so his ass was sticking up, his arms, however, were too weak to support his weigh. “I…. I can’t Sir, please…. no more…..” he mumbled. The guy felt almost sorry for the lad, but he had waited too long now to reject: he wanted to fuck his ten inch cock mercilessly into the youthful slut. “It’s okay…. stay like this….. no….. keep your ass up bitch, keep it up” he insisted, adding “You can rest on your chest…. that’s a good boy,” he praised as he got to his feet, moving behind the boy, only to look down at Michael and spitting on his right cheek. Michael didn’t even try to wipe it away, but instead focused on breathing. Slowly the leather guy opened his pants and revealed the big snake in his pants, presenting ten inch of hard meat which was not only huge in length, it was also very wide. Removing his belt, the leather guy dropped it at his side. While getting on his knees behind Michael he leaned over the poor boy's body and reached for Michael’s arms. With a sharp 'click', handcuffs were securing Mike’s arms across his back. “You’re slick bitch. Too many dicks up your hole tonight, eh?” the leather macho whispered those words only. He had talked to some guys before entering the hut, and had arranged for their assistance in squeezing the last spark out of the young bloke. One of the men picked the belt up and wrapped it around Michael’s neck, who certainly didn't have any reason to anticipate the danger. The leather daddy gave them the sign to begin and both guys pulled at each ends. Michael coughed loudly, his eyes opened widely. His hands were tightly secured on his back, so he couldn’t pull them up to defend himself. As his lungs fought for air, his ass constricted, which was the precise moment rammed his beer can wide penis deep into Michael’s cunt, bottoming out in one swift stroke and freezing, immobile, his entire dick buried in Michael’s asshole, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Mike's ass muscles giving his cock a great massage. “Start filming” one guy commanded and so the pal who still got Michael’s mobile phone started to move around the boy, filming the whole brutal scene of the two guys strangling Mike with the belt as the leather guy ploughed his prey's asshole with an unnatural intensity. “Let him breathe” the fucker ordered, whereupon the other two guys loosened the belt. Michael immediately collapsed on the stained mattress, struggling to get some oxygen into his lungs, gasping and completely winded. The opportunity to breath didn’t last for a long time. Soon the fellows tightened the belt again and again the coarse rasp of Mike's constricted throat filled the shack. It was such a pleasure to fuck this narrow tube. Without mercy Michael was choked and fucked hard. Several times the boy’s face turned blue already and every time, they gave him the time-out and let him gasp for air, before choking him again just for the pleasure to rip his ass to shreds. “Gllll gl gllllllll” The shack was filled with grunting and moaning. Michael's gasps and tears mingled with the horny groans of his attackers, and every time the belt men allowed Michael to breath, they would grab their crotches, massaging their hard cocks through the fabric of their jeans. This went on for almost half an hour. It was not ‘Daddies’ intention to kill Michael. He just enjoyed the twink’s bodily reaction to being strangled. Perhaps it was a bit rough but in the end Mike did a good job. While getting choked a final time, he got seeded for the last time in that night. Afterwards the belt men dropped the belt, standing at Michael's side, panting heavily. After pulling out his cock out of Mike’s wrecked hole the boy broke down and fell to his side, trying to regain his breath. The handcuffs were removed and the belt was picked up by the leather macho. “Good job” he told Michael and went to the guy with the mobile phone. “Give it to me” he demanded. “No way…. I am going to keep this. This is hot stuff” he replied. “Listen you fucking moron, if you believe you can keep the video, with me fucking this boy…..” he snarled dangerously. He clenched his fists and since the other one didn’t want a good beating, he handed the mobile phone to the leather top. “So what are you guys up to?” he asked while pushing the phone into his leather jacket. “I promised to fist fuck him….” one said. “And we will beat him up, just for the fun of it” another replied. “I see….. well, I’m outta here.” the last fucker said. One of the last agressors mentioned he had two baseball bats in his trunk. Michael was staring at the leather guy who turned to leave. Both guys went to the parking lot and the one with the bats got asked, if they wanted to snuff the kid. “Nah…. well, not now….. do you know how much it hurts if a bone breaks? It takes long for the body to recover. For the bone to heal up…. and then you break it again” he explained with a gleaming in his eyes. “And there are so many bones you can fracture…..so much pain, so much fun” he added. The leather motorcyclist watched the weirdo pick the two bats up out of his trunk and followed him with his eyes, while he went back to the shack. “Fuck….. god damn….. fuck….” he got off his bike and took his gun out of its holster. He followed the path up to the barrack. Michael had already a fist up his fuck canal and was crying desperately. Both guys with the bats started to take off their shirts. “This will get bloddy…..” one guy chuckled. The leather daddy entered the hut and fired the gun in the air. “Sorry to interrupt, but this party is over….. I am claiming this merchandise” he shouted out. “Hey buddy, what’s this all about? You raped the guy to pieces and now you deny us the right to have some fun with him too” one guy came closer with the bat swinging slowly. “One more step…..” the leather guy warned him. “And then what…..” the other guy wanted to know. He fired the gun and hit the baseball bat. “Next time I will aim at your hand…. and then your leg…. this won’t kill you, but it is very painful” he grinned at the guy. The two shirtless guys retreated to the back of the barrack. The one kneeling behind the boy withdrew his fist slowly. “Now you guys will go down on your knees. With your face against the wall. That’s nice. You will stay this way for 15 minutes and then you will burn down this hatch. In the end I got your faces on the video too…. mine I will erase, but I might forget to do the same with yours. Understood?” he inquired. The guys agreed. “Hey little one. Can you get up?” he asked Michael and lent him a helping hand. They looked for Michaels clothes. He couldn’t wear his t-shirt anymore but he slowly got his jeans on. The leather guy took off his jacket and gave it to Michael who was looking gratefully to his savior. Finally they took off and went to the parking lot. It was so tough to sit on the motorcycle, but the guy explained to Michael, there wasn’t any other way. Michael nodded understandingly. “I am a doctor, I will take care of you and your wounds. Don’t worry…. you will be safe with me” he told Michael. “Are you able to hold onto me?” the leather daddy wanted to know. Michael wrapped his arms around him. He wouldn’t let go…. They could see the fire from afar, while driving down the interstate. It was a long ride, but the night welcomed them. No one saw Michael’s rescue and his entry to a new life. There was so much more to come…..

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Myles) I met Myles near a bus station. He was stumbling around with his walking stick. This kind of stick blind people use, to find their way around. He was a good looking bloke. Young and masculine, but also lost and vulnerable. He asked constantly for some assistance, but no one seemed to care. The people rushed by, without even noticing the young guy, who was actually in need of help. So when I walked up to him, he heard my footsteps and addressed his question into my direction. “Excuse me. Do you have the time to help me please?” he asked in a wonderful boyish voice. “What’s the matter?” I answered him in a friendly tone. “Oh thank you Sir. I think I’m standing here for an hour at least asking for help. I lost my way. I need to get to the bus station. I got a ticket to Fresno and I fear I might be late already.” the guy explained. “When is the bus leaving?” I asked him. “At 8 pm” he answered. We should have a few minutes left. Are we far away?” he asked me. I massaged my dick openly through my jeans and grinned. “Well…. you wandered around a bit. I can try to get you there in time, but I am not so sure if we can make it. You got only 10 Minutes left and we need to make quite a distance.” I lied to him. In fact we were just one street away from the wanted station. “Oh I would be really grateful if you could lead me…..” the blind boy almost begged me. “Sure why not…..let’s see….” I answered and continued stroking my forming bulge in my jeans. “Are you still there…..?” the boy asked me. I stood there and enjoyed the helplessness of this blind guy. “Yeah…. I am just thinking which way would be the fastest” but I was not thinking about it at all. I was rubbing my bulge while feeling the tensed atmosphere. The guy needed to get his bus urgently. “Can you give me a hand?” the boy asked me. “Sure…. let’s go this way……. “ I chose a way, which would lead us to the station, but we would take the longest possible way. And instead of letting him take my arm to guide him, I actually laid my arm across his shoulders to steer him around. Sometimes I even dared to let my hand run down his back giving him some pressure in turning to obviously false directions. But he could not see. He was at the mercy of my hand. And I even dared to push him around with my hand resting on his fine ass. The twink was in such a hurry and a tensed state of mind; he obviously didn’t realize me groping at his ass, or he just didn’t mind. Finally we reached the big bus station and while staying a little bit further away I took a glance at my watch and sighed deeply. “We missed the bus I fear…. it is 8.05 pm” I told him with a disappointed tone. “Oh no….” the boy answered out of breath. “The bus to Fresno is gone?” he seemed to be devastated. I gazed at the station and there I could see, the bus to Fresno was actually still standing there, with open doors. “Yeah…. it is gone. I am so sorry. I tried my best…..” I answered him. “It was not your fault. I was not fast enough, it is always the same” he said sadly. Meanwhile the bus really left the station and passed us by. I took a good grip at the boy’s nape and asked him if I could help him in any other way. He shook his head and explained to me, that he was broke and this ticket should bring him back home to his parents and his girlfriend. “It is quite a distance you know. But I could offer you a ride, if you want to” I suggested to the stranger. “Are you serious? That would be awesome. You have been so helpful already and now this? Thank you so much! This must be my lucky day” the blind cutie smiled joyfully. “You’re welcome” I replied, knowing it would be MY lucky day. I led the happy guy to my car and since it worked so well before, I decided to steer him around with my hand on his butt. He accepted it without a word or a strange look at his face. He told me his name was Myles and he was 19 years old. He talked about his school, his family, his girlfriend. I believe he would have told me his kindergarten stories if I would have let him. I knew he was a tittle-tattler. Everything helped, if it would buy me time. After opening the trunk, I loaded it with Myle’s backpack. Of course I helped him getting on the car. I started the engine and opened my jeans from the second button on downwards. I wanked slowly and watched Myles happy face. “Are we ready?” I asked and laughed. “Ready….” Myles consented. We drove off… totally opposed to the city, we actually wanted to reach. The moment we got into the car, I knew I wouldn’t use drugs on Myles. He didn’t know the way I looked or the type of the car. “Listen Myles, I changed my mind. We should talk about the subject of payment” I started. Silence. “I mean, come on. This is my gas and my time, you have to admit” I laughed. “I know, but I told you I got no more money” he sniffled. “You could pay me, by sucking my dick” I offered him bluntly. “What? What the fuck are you talking about. I am not gay!” he shouted out. In this moment I grabbed Myles’ head and smashed it against the dashboard. After that, I slowed down the car and stopped it promptly. Of course I had checked before, that we were alone on this street. There was no other car in sight. “Listen bitch. I didn’t say you were gay. I simply said suck my dick faggot. And if you are not closing your lips around my dickhead in one minute, you will experience a new kind of pain. I swear to god” I threatened the boy. Myles was not bleeding. His head hit the dashboard at the right side. But I could see, that he was sort of dazed. “Now, what do you say bitch. A nice blow job, while I drive you home?” I asked in a more friendly way. Myles nodded but expressed, that he never had another dick in his mouth. “Just no teeth. Use your lipes to cover your teeth and then just take my cock inside your mouth and inside your throat” I advised him. “Come on boy” I said getting a tight grip on Myles’ nape and pulled him down to my rocking hard cock. With that I continued to drive and while we sped up, I could feel Myles soft tongue licking over my dickhead. I knew it would be my lucky day…..

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

I wasn’t your typical jock. Sure, I was good looking: I'm 6’ 1" and 165 pounds, with dirty blonde hair and awesome hazel eyes that vary from azure blue to a naughty green and occasionally brown. I also have the perfect smile and all-American good looks. In high school I played corner back for the team, as well as third base for the baseball team; I also swam a great deal, and also participated in my town's swim team, sometimes even helping out coaching the younger members. I was the all-around nice guy who had all the chicks hanging around him, but at my 14th birthday party I announced I didn’t want anything to do with girls, that I was a man’s man, that sports would be my life’s goal. I decided I didn’t need any girls messing with my head. Of course in looking back, I was most certainly also announcing I was gay but there you have it. I spent almost as much time in the locker rooms and sporting facilities as I did at home or in the classroom, but graduation was looming, I had to plan for college. Mom and Dad had divorced when I was 10, but both held down really good jobs, so money was never the issue, and for that matter, I was going to an Ivy League school on an athletic scholarship. Dave was my best friend and as far as I knew straight. We were teammates in several sports, we hung out together and did a lot of things together. I guess one might say I had a crush on him. He came from an all-male family, having lost his mother about the same time as my parents divorced, so I suppose we bonded so tightly that Dave's brothers and Dad accepted me into their family. Our fathers even knew and socialized with each other, so I guess you could say our friendship was fate. Things really started to change about two weeks before graduation at my best buddy's 18th birthday bash. Shortly into the festivities he stuffed a envelope into my pants pocket, (grazing my semi-hard cock), telling me to open the envelope after the party. Dave always made me hard when I was around him, although my ability to control myself and keep my eye on the goal kept me from making a fool of myself. The festivities continued and I forgot about the envelope he had slipped me. The next morning, however, I found the envelope, and upon opening it found an an invitation from Dave’s Dad to spend the summer on a houseboat, as well as the offer of a job working at a campground. I would be spending the summer with Dave, his middle older brothers Chris and Ben and his oldest brother Ted, with occasional visits from his dad and friends. The summer would start just after my birthday party, the week after graduation. The next couple of weeks became a blur, our graduation party faded into my birthday party, where Dave and his brothers really started to get to know me better. Then it was off to the campground to start our summer adventure. I picked Dave up the next afternoon, his brothers having already headed up to the lake to prepare things. Dave was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts; I was similarly attired, although I was wearing a tee shirt. Anyhow, Dave threw his duffle bag into the trunk and hopped into the passenger’s seat. Having him so close to me got my hormones going but I knew I could control it so when we were about a half hour out on the road and he stripped off his tank top. I thought how hot he was, my cock began getting hard, and as I hadn’t any sports to help control my horniness, I lifted my tee and rubbed my nipples. “Just take it off dude. It's hot in here anyway.” I stripped off my tee and opened the sun roof. We were two studs riding down the road shirtless starting on our summer tans. Dave reached over and tweaked my nipples a couple times in horseplay, which only made me hornier. A couple hours later we pulled into the campground and parked the car down by the docks. We got out of the car, grabbed our duffle bags from the trunk, and walked down to the dock where a large houseboat was moored. Dave and I threw our duffle bags onto the rear deck then climbed aboard. Once aboard Dave turned to me and embraced me, planting a hot kiss upon my lips, our bare chest and bulging crotches grinding into each other. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Tom, I want you to be mine.” We kissed and caressed each other for a while, then Dave lead me inside and pulled down my shorts revealing my jock-clad cock. I reached down and groped my best friend's crotch, Dave dropped to his knees and sucked on my cock through the material before extracting my tool and drawing it into his throat. I had never had anyone besides myself touch my cock before let alone suck it into his throat. It felt fantastic and I was on the verge in no time. "Dude, you’re going to make me cum, way too soon.” He backed off my cock and stood up and kissed me again the taste of my cock still on his lips, we kissed and then I went down on my best bud, sucking his cock into my mouth and attempting my first blow job. I sucked his cock and tried to deep throat it making me gag several times before he pulled me up and then backed onto my throbbing penis. His hole was moist and my thick 8.5 inches slowly slid into his hole. I instinctively began a slow thrusting into him and like his oral ministration soon was at the verge. I started to pull out only to have Dave push back onto my cock saying “Dude, fill me with your cum." As I shot my teenage spunk into his gut coating his walls with my jizz. It felt like a dream. I just filled my best bud, the guy I fantasized and jerked off to, with my sweet cream. I pulled out and Dave reached down and picked something up off the floor. It was a plug which he the shoved back into his gaping hole. We left our clothing in the front room and proceeded to the first bedroom and cuddled on the bed, where we made out and talked and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke to find him rubbing his cock on my hole. I really wanted him in me but he stopped me and said he had a special present for me later. I asked him about the plug and he replied "In good time all would be revealed."

I hadn’t seen Stuart, my older brother since Thanksgiving. He had gone a ski trip during the Christmas break and was reportedly down with the flu at Easter. Stuart was about two years older than me and had gone to live with Dad shortly after the divorce. He was also a jock like me and enjoyed several sports. He was now about to start his junior year at university and was an officer in his fraternity along with being pledge master. His college was about two hours from my home, but he never came to visit once he started. While I used my sports participation to curb my sexual desires, with marathon jerk off fantasies, he used his jock status to coordinate his conquest, boosting about this babe or cheerleader that he banged all throughout our long distance brotherhood, he was big stud on campus. Sure, before going off to college he would spend holidays and vacations with Mom and me and occasionally Dad would be there also, but as I said, in the last couple years I had only seen him a handful of times. Stuart stood at a muscular 6’4” and weighed in around 180, reddish blonde hair and deep azure blue eyes. He also sported a huge cock, but so we all did: Dave’s dad, John, to all his bros and my Dad, Todd. We all had big cocks. I hadn’t seen dad since Easter, since he missed my graduation and birthday due to work commitments, although I kept in communication with both my dad and Stuart via chat, Skype and texting, with the occasional voice call to fill in the blanks. Dad was just turned 38 and John was three years his senior at 41, we all wondered how two guys could produce 6 healthy athletic boys in just three years since we all ranged from just turned 18 to almost ready to turn 21, it looked like it was going to be a fun weekend when memorial day rolled around next Friday. The vessel came to a slow stop along the dock and I could hear Dad telling Ben to let it idle as they threw their gear aboard then pushed off of the dock. John yelled up to take it to the cove mooring and ben bumped up the speed a little and steered us away from the dock and out to the mooring about 1500 yard into a secluded cove. I had just turned off the burners on the Grill and gave it a quick wire brushing to remove remnants of the burgers from the grilling surface then bent down to turn the gas off, I felt something wet on my thighs as I bent over, unconsciously I reached back and felt my hole and inner thigh scooping up whatever it was, I held it to my nose and sniffed, it was cum, I licked it off my finger realizing Ted had cum in me while he was fucking me. When I had looked over at the dock John, and dad were in button downs and slacks and Stuart was in denim shorts and a tee shirt, by the time I got down to the lower deck to greet them they had stowed their gear in one of the bed rooms and had change into jocks and muscle shirts or no shirts. I gave Dad a hug and then John, my brother couldn’t wait and came up behind me and pressing his groin into my ass gave me a big bear hug from behind, I could feel he was hard beneath his jock as he pressed it into my leaking ass “Been waiting for this for a long time little bro “he whispered in my ear I began to turn into him but he kept a tight hug on me, all the while freeing his cock from his jock, then sliding it up and down my moist crevice, finally the head found its target and he slipped into my cum filled hole. I stood there in front of everyone, my older brother's cock buried in my hole. “This just a sample of what cums later.” He pistoned in and out of my hole for several minutes while Dad and the others looked on, pulling on their cocks. Dave walked up to me and we began making out as Stuart pumped in and out of my ass, finally grunting and spraying his jizz almost as deep as Ted’s earlier load. Ben stepped up as he pulled out and dropped down to clean off Stuart’s cock, then stood and fed me the spunky mess in a deep kiss. “I’m starved let’s eat,” John suggested. Ted stuffed his engorged penis back in his jock and went over to get the burgers from the oven where they had been staying warm. We all headed to the upper deck and I pulled the salad and condiment tray from the fridge and as we all surrounded the table, we began to chow down, knowing looks passed from my brother and dad, as well as shit eating grins on most of the faces of my companions. We finished up dinner and Dave and I as the youngest set to cleaning up, Dad told us to meet them upstairs in the hot tub when we finished. I washed and Dave dried the dishes, and we were all but finished when Stuart came up behind me again, his stiff cock leading the way. Removing the ass plug which Dave had inserted into my hole just before dinner, Stuart slid into me, fucking my cream filled hole, plowing into my ass, this time much rougher than the gentle, brotherly fuck he had given me upon his arrival. Dave moved in behind him and ate his ass as he fucked me then the etting him sloppy slid his cock into my brother, my best friend pounded my brother’s hole as he pumped his phallus into mine. Soon Dave grunted as he filled Stuart with his load, triggering my brother to fill me with another of his. “Little bro I’ve waited years to make love to you like this. I'm so glad we’ll have all summer to make up for lost time.” We finished cleaning up, dishes and the mess of our sexual acts as Dave shoved the plug back into my hole and a second one into Stuarts now cum filled orifice. I noticed on the third white board the addition of Ben, Ted and Chris, a space then Todd and John, all with a” –“next to them, it appeared we were all minuses today, I wonder if it was a rating system. We headed up to the party deck and slipped into the hot tub with Dad, John, Ted, Chris and Ben. It was a tight fit with Stuart Dave and I slipping under the foamy water but we didn’t mind. The sun was beginning to set to the west as the sky became a reddened backdrop, Todd, my dad shifted across the tub and sat next to me, he didn’t speak a word but began nibbling my neck and ear lobe, I had always thought Todd was a hot daddy figure and included him in some of my fantasies but here he was actually touching me the way I had fantasized about so many times he began whispering into my ear ”son you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this, to kiss your sultry lips to devour your hot athletic body, to take you as my boy to make love to your nubile manhood” He had been fondling my hard cock under the water and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips, John was making out with Dave on my other side, Ted, Chris, Ben and Stuart were trading off locking lips and fondling each other beneath the foamy waters

Dave and I had arrived at the lake and ultimately the houseboat midafternoon, while his brothers were up at the campgrounds getting things ready for the summer, clearing some brush, cleaning the cantina/dining hall, and hosing down the rest rooms, along with checking in some early arrivals and helping them get their camp sites set up. As Dave and I lay on the bed talking and teasing each other we suddenly heard voices outside and on deck. A slight vibration and rocking motion alerted us that the vessel was in motion. We startled when a knock on the door was followed by the sight of Ted appearing in the doorway. “Oh, I see you boys have made yourself at home,” he smiled looking at our jock clad bodies intertwined on top of the bed. He had Dave roll over and he inspected the plug poking out of his ass, remarking “I also see my little bro has been good enough to keep his plug in and my load safe all day.” “Well, actually he took it out so I could add mine,” I quipped, which earned a light laugh all around. “Hold on a sec, you two,” Ted said as he briefly exited the room, returning with two oral quick swabs, saying “Here, swab the insides of your mouth for me. Dad bought up a case and sent them up with us.” I had no idea what they were for but I did as I was told. Before Ted exited the room after placing sticky tabs with our names on the ends of each swab and taking them into the other room, suggesting as he left "Hey, you two should go hit the shower - you smell like sex.” We both got up, jostling each other in the process, removed our jocks, heading down the hall to the bathroom naked. Ted stopped us as we were about to enter the bath and slipped the plug out of Dave’s ass. He held it up to his nose and sniffed then licked the scum off of the plug, remarking "Yummy delicious” as he tossed the plug into the bathroom sink, directing us "Wash that off while you’re at it, boys.” We climbed into the small shower stall and turned on the water, which was cold at first but soon became warm as we soaped up each other’s body and cleaned our sweat and sex off of us, all while making out. After drying off and washing the plug off for Ted, Dave and I exited the bathroom, Ted tossed us a clean muscle Tee and AC Jock at each of us. The muscle shirts were at least two sizes too big so they hung like night shirts on us with the arm holes reaching down to our waists, which only accented the sexy jock straps we put on, and made our asses look even sexier when the shirts were lifted to expose them, but provided enough cover so as to give us an appearance of decency. Ted pointed out a couple white boards which had been placed in the hall, the first had daily chores listed, including dinner assignments, the second had campground assignment on it the third just had our names listed with a series of dates across the top I notice the current date and a minus under it beside each of our names. I didn’t quite understand the last board but I suspected it had something to do with the swabs from earlier. I was on BBQ duty tonight and Dave was to make salad and set the table. I looked at Ted and he chuckled and handed me a small ice chest and pointed me in the direction of the ladder to the top deck of the vessel. Taking hold of the small chest which I found surprisingly weighty, I headed out on to the rear deck then began ascending the ladder. As my head cleared the above deck level I spotted Chris at the helm steering the house across the lake. I reached the top deck and took in the layout. One of the boys had set up a hanging device next to the helm, there was a sun deck with a couple double chaises, a medium size Jacuzzi on the front half of the upper deck behind which had a small bar and BBQ area. I walked up to the BBQ and set the ice chest down on the counter, suddenly Ben appeared from the far side of the table/counter located behind the BBQ. “Hey, Tom. Glad to see you could make it. Beer or bong, dude?” holding a bong in one hand and a freshly poured solo cup of beer in the other, offering them to me. I accepted the beer and he disappeared again behind the counter then popped back up with another glass for himself. I sipped on the beer and opened the BBQ, turned the knobs on the front and hit the igniter. Nothing happened. “Dude, I think you have to kick on the gas, but don’t forget to turn it off again when you finish. Wouldn’t want to start a fire or run out of propane.” I began to look around and noticed the double doors beneath the unit as well as a small refrigerator in the cabinet and a sink on the side counter. I opened the access doors and cranked opened the valve beneath the BBQ the proceeded to light it. Opening the cooler I transferred the food into the refrigerator. Ben pulled a plastic plate from beneath the table/counter and handed it to me to place the preformed burgers on, then went forward to offer his brother a beer, leaving the Bong on the counter. I continued sipping on my beer and soon Dave popped up from the rear ladder carrying a bowl of salad and a couple types of dressing. He handed me the food and I placed them in the fridge and he set out plates and silver wear on the table, eight places. “We expecting company?” “Why yes. We'll be picking up three at the mooring in the cove.” “Okay, so I should cook up all the burgers?" “Most definitely. You know how my bros eat and they been working hard all day.” I went back to preparing the grill as Dave took a hit on the bong, the odor hit my nostrils just as he passed it to me. I took a hit and then a sip from my beer and offered Dave a gulp as well. Then Dave walked forward to join his brothers as I went back to the grill, took a couple more hits from the bong then reached into the fridge and took out the burgers, adjusted the flame on the grill and placed the meat evenly out across the surface, then closed down the lid. As I did so I noticed the smell of the weed in the bong again, and as I was about to turn around felt a body press against my back and a tongue on my ear. “Everything going well with the meat?” I turned around to find Ted standing there, bare chested, wearing his well-filled bulging jock briefs. He was hitting the bong as I turned around again and leaned into me and shotgunned the hit into my mouth. Between the weed and the beer I was getting light headed and very horny. I opened the grill and flipped the burgers, turned-down the heat and topped them with BBQ sauce. I closed down the lid again and this time when Ted stepped up behind me, his fingers probing my ass crack as he nibbled my ear lobe. I bent my head back as he licked and sucked on my neck, his fingers began massaging a gooey substance into my hole, as his right hand began to invade my hole stretching me open and lubing up the entrance his left hand began tweaking my nipples as he reached into muscle tee, suddenly his three fingers were replaced by his cock and he was sliding the head just into my hole, then slowly the first couple of inches, I was a virgin but I assumed I was taking it like a champ. “I drew the short straw so I get the first crack at your virgin hole. It’s my job to get you ready for tonight.” He slid another inch in and I began to feel uncomfortable with the intrusion experiencing the first hints of pain as he started to stretch my sphincter. Ted had a tapered cock much like me and his brothers, small mushroom head which flared out to the base so as he slid more into me he stretched me wider, his also had a bend up and to the left. He was about half way in when he began to pull out then back in again. He did this several times each time pushing a little more in till I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks. It hurt like hell as he pushed his entire nine inches into my gut then worked it around inside me. He hit my inner ring multiple time and each time it was agony, but then he would withdraw and brush my prostate with the head of his cock. Of course I’d moan and he would push back in again. He went on for a few minutes then pulled out completely reminding me I had burgers on the grill. I lifted the lid and removed the burgers which he took down to keep warm in the kitchen, leaving my gaping ass filling very empty. I took a hit on the bong then finished my beer, looking forward I saw Dave in the sling, Chris and Ben taking turns fingering his hole. Ben slowed the engines and swung the vessel around to glide up towards the mooring. I looked over the side to see our fathers and my eldest brother standing on the dock. I wondered if this was my big surprise.

THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

At first I had no idea what was happening. The change was so sudden, Mark went from being nice and friendly to being just hateful. Having just met the guy I didn't want to be quick to judge but he was just an asshole. Only when my husband wasn't around was he like that. I shrugged it off and kept it to myself simply because he was my husband's ex and they remained friends, besides it was just for the weekend. He just still wants Rick. Rick had just introduced us in the kitchen as we entered through the back door of house. HaHa. Rick had left to take the bags upstairs to our room while I made small talk with Mark. The kitchen was gorgeous with a double window above the sink that was the frame for a rather large window-sill greenhouse. I commented on the plants and leaned in for a closer inspection. “Oh,” Mark laughed, “I don't know a thing about plants. Rick has the green thumb,” but then Mark came up behind me and roughly pressed me against the sink, his arm encircling and exploring my waist and abdomen as his nose and lips came to rest behind my right ear. “I only plant one thing,” he whispered seductively. “And it goes deep.” His hands slide up my stomach and pulled my shoulders back against his chest. He slowly ground into me although he was not hard enough to feel anything other than 'something'. He moved his right hand to get a firm grip on my ass and squeezed hard. “I know what you are,” he whispered. I could feel his breath on my earlobe. Just then Rick's steps on the staircase sounded. Mark again squeezed my ass and then stepped away. I smiled or grinned rather, although I'm not sure if it was because I was nervous or because I was slightly turned on. Rick had warned me on the drive here that Mark was a flirt. That didn't seem much like flirting but it still got my heart racing. I stopped grinning and turned around to join the conversation as we moved into the living room to sit down. Mark and Rick launched into catching up immediately and I having spent the past three days driving cross country with Rick was over talking to him for a bit. I tuned them out. Rick and I have only been together for about three months but we've already had 'the talk'. We've discussed where we are on the road to commitment and we both agree we are in the same place. We are both ready for a permanent relationship but not sure that it won't be the next one. “...and that sunset!” Rick remarked as he rose out of his chair, crossed the room, stepping out onto the patio. “I'll get drinks. Why don't you both go out and enjoy, I'll be out shortly?” Mark suggested with a mile as he crossed the room, passing by me en route to the bar. I stood aside, about to make my way outside, only to see Mark's smile turn first into a sadistic grin then a smirk. He winked, licking his lips, then the sentiment was gone. That intense lustful look was instantly replaced with a scowl of disdain. “Faggot,” he whispered as he passed. What? I stopped at the patio door not sure I believed what I heard. I looked back at bar and there he was making drinks just staring at me with that cold stare of hate. He blew a kiss and I stepped out the door in shock. Or awe. Totally oblivious, Rick called out “Isn't it gorgeous?” “Huh?” was all I could say. Thankfully Mark returned smiling, drinks in hand, before I had to make any small talk. The three of us stood at the balcony watching the sunset behind the mountains. I again tuned out and left them to converse. I kept glancing at him while I thought about what happened. When our glasses were emptied, Mark announced he was going to change clothes. Rick and I moved to the padded love seat. He was already tipsy but that was no surprise he never could drink. He pulled me shorts open and grabbed my dick. Between him in his state and me being completely flaccid at the moment, it took him an extra try before I felt that sweet wet vacuum. Thank god he could still do that. It did not take too long before I was fully erect standing seven and a half inches tall with a good five and a half girth. He bobbed and worked his tongue like a miracle but it was over much too soon. Mark returned with another round of drinks and some jell-o shots he had made. I took one of the shots but I was still nursing my original drink. I really wasn't feeling it, Mark just seemed strange but hot as fuck. I couldn't help but notice what he changed into, shorts. Tight shorts, the kind of shorts where there was nothing left to the imagination. His cock was perfectly outlined and would measure close to nine by six inches if measured fully erect. I assume it was fully erect, I'd hate to see anything that big get bigger. Rick of course didn't seem to notice, but I did. And Mark noticed I noticed. He and Rick did shot after shot till around nine. Rick was drunk as hell but a trooper through it all, I had even joined in the conversation by the end. However after a quick smoke break he passed out cold in the living room chair. I was sitting on the love seat and Mark was in the kitchen talking. I don't know how long Rick had been passed out. Mark sat down beside me and swing his legs over the arm and across my legs, placing that big beautiful cock-print right within view. I couldn't help but drool. “Get it out and suck it, faggot,” Mark commanded. I didn't feel I was in a position to willfully disobey so I pulled his shorts towards me releasing that monster. It sprung out so close I barely had bend to wrap my lips around his head. My mouth was immediately flooded with precum. This guy dripped but it was delicious. Unfortunately I could only work the head so he stood and pulled me awkwardly to the side hanging off the arm of seat. He grabbed my neck with his left hand and his cock with the right pointing it straight towards my mouth. I gave to protest and opened wide for it. My head was sideways and bent back but it got more of that cock down my throat. Suddenly he put his leg on the edge of the cushion to give him better footing. He grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and rammed himself down my throat. My eyes shot open and all I could see was his hip. It both hurt and felt wonderful. My throat was stretched to limit and he was penetrating deeper than anyone had before. He was forcibly holding his cock in my throat. "Yeah faggot, open-up that throat." Tears were streaming from my eyes as his huge cock assaulted my throat. Finally Mark withdrew long enough for me to get a full breath. I gasped loudly, one hand massaging my throat as my other hand wiped the tears from my eyes. Rick, meanwhile, slept in a chair, scarcely than five feet away. Mark grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock in my mouth again. He slowly guided my head up and down his shaft. I grabbed and massaged his heavy balls, damn this was going to be a big load. He peeled off his shorts and forced me over the back of the love seat. He moved me where he needed me then came up behind me rubbing his cock against my hole. “You're going to need these.” Mark said as he handed me a bottle of poppers. I quickly inhaled deeply until I started to feel my head spinning. Mark spread lube on my asshole. “I normally don't use so much lube but I don't want a sore dick.” He sank forward slowly until he couldn't then he just forced himself in. Finally, buried balls deep in my ass, he leaned up and whispered to me again. “You like that don't you faggot? I know you like that cock in your ass.” He started slowly fucking me, pulling out then sinking back in. For ten minutes he kept up this slow rhythm and I moaned like a bitch in heat. This was a cock and he knew how to use it. Finally he came to rest buried, whispering faggot in my hear. “I'm poz faggot and by the time I'm done so will you.” He pulled himself off my back and started chuckling, quietly commenting “You're such a pathetic piece of shit. You don't even have the decency to beg me not to.” After a few seconds silence except for sounds of fucking, I heard him call out to Rick. I glanced over to where he lay still sleeping on the chair. “Hear that Ricky boy? Your faggot bitch husband here is all but begging me to dump this poz load in him. What a prize you picked man?” All the while fucking me in rhythm. “I don't want…,” I managed to protest. “Shut up faggot! I'm using the only opening I need.” He pulled all the way out and rammed into me. One hand on each hip he was plowing my ass. I barely had time to think about him being poz before he started piston fucking me. I screamed loudly for pain and for pleasure. I didn't want him to stop but he pulled out and sat back on the seat with the order “Sit on it, faggot. I'm ready to plant my poz load but your going to work it out.” I obeyed, facing him, lowering myself onto his hard cock until we were face to face. “Don't even think about kissing me you sick fuck.” I looked away ashamed but kept working his cock. “Christ you actually thought I was attracted to you? I'm fucking you out of pity you neg cunt.” He grabbed my hips and forced be all the way down onto his cock threw his head back and moaned. I could feel his huge cock pulsing inside me and knew his was shooting his load in me. “Now, get the fuck off me. And don't even think about letting any of that cum out. I'm putting another load in you later and there won't be anymore lube."

Interesting article, and thanks for sharing. My view is that for those of us who came of age as queers well before the AIDS crisis of the 80's have always had the love of cum. Fucking pre-AIDS was amazing. Although faggots were not as free to be out at that time, the network of clubs, baths and dark rooms gave us plenty of places to play. For the post-AIDS fags out there, a lifetime of safe sex messages have been beat into your heads. It takes some effort and a good amount of bravery to step out of those queer limiting safe sex rules. But once someone does, the love of taking it raw and the enjoyment of fully sharing cum is amazing. No doubt, I have found no-limits, full on raw fucking to be the most incredible experience. But, I have to admit that for a number of years my sex life suffered as I tried to hang on to what I loved and avoided as much risk as possible. No doubt, those were highly unsatisfying times. I gradually loosened up my standards and last year took the final step. The wide open sex I experienced as a chaser and the quality poz on poz sex I am not enjoying have been everything I could dream of.

Met up with a hot bear cub I had met before. The first time we met there was tons of chemistry and we made out and sucked each other a bit, but we both wanted more. He has a husband, so is on the down low. He's really sexy, he has green eyes, a beautiful beard, and just perfect. Saw him on Grindr today so went over to his place while his husband was away. I was really really horny, and he was on his way to a gay pride bear celebration later in the day, so we had plenty of time. We made out for awhile, and then things really heated up. We sucked each other, and although he claimed he was more a top, before long, he was riding me, and man he had a perfect sweet tight hole. He sure knew how to work it. After awhile I felt myself going to orgasm, and then, it happened, he had a massive orgasm, shooting his beautiful thick load all over my chest, without touching his cock at all! Biggest load I ever saw, man that was hot. His energy transferred to me, and I exploded in his hole. Huge release, left him completely loaded. Hottest time I've had in awhile! Never had a guy cum from not touching his cock before! He said it had never happened to him. Was amazing!

Just back from a business trip to Asia where I breed over 30 asian boys in two weeks...Bangkok, Singapore, Jakarta....amazing little asian muscle holes.....went to Babylon in Bangkok on Saturday for about 6 hours and probably fucked over a dozen boys and able to breed 4 of them.....they love my big white American sperm up their little smooth holes

Hey guys I'm a noob but love sex like any man. I wrote this experience up hope you like it. If you like my writing let me know I'll write more.... Joshie I hadn’t had sex in over a year. My wife and I are just living two separate professional lives. Late 20’s totally good looking business professional. 5-10 fair blonde dark green eyes couldn’t grow a beard if I tried. Just in a relationship that has gone totally dead, my body was craving hot sex, as any young man would. I had been dreaming of sex incessantly and believe me as a man had made the decision to act. I have had encounters with men before, because lets just face it guys know sex is sex. I didn’t care really bi, gay straight I needed to shoot. I ended up meeting this guy from craigslist, Gabriel. We were both in unique situations but I get the feeling he definitely was more into the scene than I was. He was a good looking latino guy mid 30’s. 5’8’’ We met at his house and I noticed how frigging clean it was. I was in my suit and as I was nervous looking at his clean house I could totally tell he was undressing me with his eyes. I was taller than him and he just looked at me and placed his hand on my dress pants right over my cock where I started to instantly get hard. I had my blazer off and he started kissing me passionately. He took my tie off as he was pressing his hand on my chest and said, get comfortable as he motioned near the bed. I was down to my jockey boxer briefs and he had me laying on the bed upright in-between my legs. He loved my chest and kept touching my smooth body and nipples. He started mouthing my cock through my black jockey briefs. He asked me if I was straight as he took my socks off and I said why, he replied you’re wearing jockeys (you know the tight fitting boxer briefs). Before I knew it he had my whole cock in his mouth. He looked up directly looking at me in the eyes making sure I was in pleasure. I just put my arms up and let him do what he wanted as he took me inch by inch. You’ve got a perfect cock he whispered. I just remained quiet as I enjoyed him deep throating my cock without gagging. He then moved to my ass. I was like bro what are you doing (not a bottom at all, nor do I like anything up my ass) or so I thought. He just smiled and said relax. He started licking my hole. I was like holy man as I groaned from surprising pleasure. It was such hot chemistry he was down there five minutes working his magic with his tongue and came up and started making out with me after. I couldn’t believe I was making out with a man that had just been eating my ass out but I loved the taste. He was totally naked at this point and I could see pre-cum dripping from his cock I could care less as I was selfishly in this for my pleasure and he seemed to be in tune. He pulled me on top of him and we naturally assumed a missionary like position. He kept touching my chest and loving my deep kissing. He begged, “I want you to fuck me”. I questioned do you have any condoms and he said, no not on him. He opened a drawer that had lube but no condoms. He grabbed it out. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to take me inside him. He nodded and he took the lube and doused my cock in it. Something hot about someone rubbing you up. He cupped his hands with the lube and started at my head and erotically lubed up my shaft. I remember looking at him straight in the eyes and he said I was fucking hot. I could care a less, i just wanted to take control of the situation. Screw the condoms I thought I don’t think either of us wanted a “next time”. I told him it had been a while since I’d been with a dude and to guide my hard cock. I couldn’t believe how hard I was. He took my lubed 7.5 cut cock and guided me to his point of entry. I started to push gently and I saw him grimmace surprised as I didn’t mean to hurt him I calmly told him relax it’s just the head (from past experiences with girls and guys). I have a huge mushroom head and he quickly groaned in pleasure as my shaft entered the rest of him. It was so fucking hot as I was completely almost all the way it. His ass greedy held on to my cock as if he didn’t want me to retract. I slowly started pumping him and his face was fixed in ecstasy. On the bed our stark contrasts made a silhouette of two men in full blown breeding. My milky white skin on top of his brown tan fit body covered in these latin american tattoos. It was like the college boy was taking charge, of a bad boy that craved cock. My hips began to go in and out faster and he moaned as he placed his hands on my ass. “Fuck me, bro he said.” I asked him if he liked my cock and he said please don’t stop. In between plowing him I would slow down and kiss him romantically as he begged for me to resume fucking him as hard as I could. I would pull my cock out almost all the way to my head and thrust it all back in at once repeating in a momentum of pleasure. I maintained missionary position. He was very tight, warm and moist inside, the perfect feeling I didn’t want to give up. In about 15 minutes nature was taking its course as I felt I was ready to cum and I started tensing up in prerequisite to spread my seed. He was hard as a rock and hadn’t even touched himself. I said in a low voice, “you want my seed man in your ass, I’m ready to cum?” He begged yes, please cum inside me. I reaffirmed are you sure? He nodded, and said fuck yes I’m sure as if there was never a doubt in the world. I shot my load as I had my whole cock was in his ass. It felt like I drained for over two minutes. My load had been building for so long and there we were my sweaty milky white body shivering as my load shot into his ass, I totally dumped everything I had. He moaned man your cum feels so good in my whole. After my orgasm I stayed in side him and kissed him and gently pulled out. He was already covered in his own cum. He said, let me get you a towel. I got pieces of my suit and got dressed and asked to use his bathroom. He totally got dressed as we both got ready to go back to work. I totally was thinking to myself what the hell was I thinking? Some hot latin man covered in tattoos I just passionately fucked. What was I thinking as I urinated in the bathroom and could smell his scent on me? I said hey later man as he and I exited the bedroom. I asked if he did this all the time and he said hell no, he had kids. I really don’t know if he was telling the truth I really didn’t care. I asked, “you are going to go take care of my load?” He smiled and said he wanted my seed inside of his ass for a while. I was like whatever bro, glad you enjoyed it. He asked for my number and I told him my life was to complicated to stay in touch. He shook his head and I left going back to work. That was one interesting afternoon he just watched me drive away as I got in my truck. My appetite for sex quelled and really shocked how I had enjoyed such a unique barebacking experience…. just hope no one noticed his smell on me at work. You know the smell of sex, ass, cum all mixed together but hell I don’t regret it….

Thanks for the encouragement guys! Writing part two today and tomorrow!

Hadn't had a load up my ass since Feb. Today backed my cunt up to the gloryhole at the local bookstore and came out with two loads dripping down my leg.

Chapter 3: After that first hook-up with Mike, we made a regular point of getting together a couple of times a week; sometimes more. He’d come to my place, or me to his, he fucks my brains out, breeds my ass … lots of hot piggy sex. I always end up with an ass full of cum. It’s been nearly a week now though, and I’m really horned and about to go crazy – I need to be fucked. I’m honestly feeling like a bit of a pig. How did I get so hooked up on one guy’s cum? I don’t care. I decide I’ll message him on Kik. Kevin: Sup He doesn’t immediately respond … then my phone buzzes. Mike: Hangin with my friend Chris, horned Kevin: Me too ... come fuck me Mike: Gotta finish up here first … 6 ok? Kevin: yep At that moment an image of a huge cock inside a tight ass appears. Kevin: HOT! Mike: Told you about Chris, right? Mike: That’s him >=) Kevin: MMMMMM Mike: Ok if I bring him too Kevin: Yea Mike: k … told you he’s poz right? Kevin: yea Kevin: It’s cool Mike: Showed him your pics Mike: Thinks you’re hot Kevin: oh yea? Mike: haha … prob wants to fuck you too, he pretty much only tops Kevin: Pic? Mike sends me another pic. Chris is definitely hot. He looks like he’s about 27, nice short cut brown hair, trimmed up beard and beautiful eyes. Then another pic appears, same cock dripping cum over a spread hole, cum is everywhere; Mike knows how to get me hard. Then he follows that up with a link to an XTube video … I’m about to click on it when another message comes through. Mike: Pic is Chris’ cum in my hole and all over my ass Kevin: Fuck he’s got a hot cock Mike: I know Mike: Vid is Chris breeding me Mike: Wait ‘til you feel him doing that Kevin: MMMMMMM Mike: See you in a bit I click the link to the video and all you can see is a guy on all fours taking a cock bareback … he’s begging for raw cock and cum and the top is encouraging him … ‘til the top reaches a big orgasm, and he shoots all of it inside. I need to be fucked like that so bad right now. Mike says he and Chris are coming over at 6 so I decide to get into the shower and get myself and my hole cleaned out and ready. I feel mixed about letting a poz guy fuck me bareback but I’m so turned on after talking to Mike I’m not sure I can say no. I can’t get the images of Chris’ cock and cum, going inside Mike like that, out of my head. I want to beat off right here in the shower, but somehow manage to stay focused, and not touch my cock. As I’m drying off I finally come to a decision, “Fuck it, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to cum in me the way Mike does”. I quickly finish up, I’m cleaned out and ready to go. I feel silly thinking about what should I wear to answer the door but I find myself doing it anyway. I grab a pair of white athletic socks and my favorite ball cap and that’s all I’m wearing. I want to set the tone. I think, “No need to be coy about it … you want him to breed you”. Mike and Chris arrive not much later and Mike lets them in. I can hear them talking, and come popping out of my room, “Hey guys!” I see Mike smile, and he moves to kiss me, “Oh… hey… this is Chris… told you about him”. I move and he kisses me too, he says softly, “Damn Kevin … you’re hotter than Mike let on”. I blush a little bit. I look over at Mike, who’s already removed his clothing, “This way”, he says, pulling both me and Chris toward my bedroom. They’ve been here all of 2 minutes and I already feel a bit attached to Chris, maybe I’m needy, maybe it’s those eyes. Mike and I start making out, Chris moves in closer, and then there’s this mad mash of tongues as the three of us are making out. Chris reaches around and puts a hand into my ass crack… then pulls back, I grab his hand and move it back to my ass; I want him to know I like it there. We break apart and Mike, not wasting any time, leans over the end of my bed ass up and ready. “Someone needs to be fucked … get him ready”, I hear Chris, “Fuck yea I do”, says Mike. I think Mike’s ass is “so hot”, exposed like that, I can’t stop myself and bend down, “There’s some lube there”, pointing, and then bury my face into that hot little ass, “Ahhhhhhhhhh….ahhhhh… fuck yea … eat my hole… so hot”. I love eating Mike’s ass, it gets him so horny. I hear Chris removing clothing and lubing his cock, “Looks like a hot, twisted boy slut needs another load in that ass”. I move off of Mike, I can’t help it, I want to see Chris’ cock. “Another load?”, I think, I’ll have to remember to ask about that, then I hear Mike, “Yeah man … needing another dirty load in there”. Chris removes his tank top and joins me and Mike naked. “Don’t hold back this time man … I want it, hard, raw, intense ….did I say hard?”, Chris just looks at him, “Pig. You want more of my raw cock ehh?”, not really expecting an answer. I look at Chris, “I’ve got poppers if you want ‘em”, handing him the bottle, he smirks, “You’ll want these babe”, throwing them down beside Mike’s head. Chris and I just stare at each other as he gets ready to lay into Mike, “Go lay on the bed beside him … help him through this, but be ass up and ready for me”. The direct approach, I like it … I just smile. Laying down beside Mike I feel myself pushing my ass up. I think, “I want this stud to fuck and breed my ass like he does Mike’s”, it’s scaring me, but exciting me all at the same time. Mike and I put an arm around each other’s back and we’re close enough to kiss … our bodies touching all the way down past our asses. “Please Chris … c’mon man, breed me, pahhz … “, Chris interrupts him, “Yeah you want this”, spanking Mike’s ass with his cock,”… you want this cum … don’t you pig?”, “Yeah”. Hearing Mike beg for cum and seeing him, submissive like this, a slight look of comfort and surprise comes over me. Then I see that look on Mike’s face and look back at Chris, I know he’s teasing and putting pressure on Mike’s hole. I hear Mike moan, “Ahhhhhhhh…”, and I know the head is pushing its way inside him now. Chris moves his body up and over Mikes, covering most of him, and from the look on Mike’s face I can tell Chris’ cock is about to bottom out. Chris kisses Mike’s back and neck and leans in closer, “Yeah baby … gonna give you another poz load from this poz cock … that what you been needing?” I look at Mike, his eyes are closed, he’s gone, “Yes … yeah man … nail me … really give it to me, do it this time”. I think, “This time?!”, I realize how little I really know about Mike. All this talk about “poz cock” is freaking me out a bit, but my hard cock wouldn’t lie to me – would it? Chris for his part isn’t letting it go, “Fuck yeah ... gonna get that load where it belongs”, and Mike blurts out, “In my hole”. After just a few brief warm up strokes Chris puts his full weight into fucking Mike, and from the way the bed’s moving, he’s forcing his cock in deep. Watching all this gets my cock rock hard and I suddenly feel the urge to be the one begging Chris for a load of his cum … his poz cum. I’m so fucking horned. Mike is going crazy from being penetrated, it’s like I’m seeing him in a whole new light, but I’m so fucking horny I can’t think, and sometimes you gotta ask for what you want. I push my ass up further, reach back and spread my cheeks and looking at Mike just spit it out, “Please Chris ... please breed me too”. Chris just keeps fucking. Mike’s eyes open … he smiles at me, “You sure you ready for this babe?”, I smile back nodding, “Yea I think so … I’m just so horny right now, I need it so bad”. “When he starts fucking you he’s not going to stop until he’s cum inside you too”, I nodded, “I know … I know … it’s cool”. Mike just grins, “Alright … you gotta ask for him for it then”, “I thought I did”. I look back at Chris again, “Chris … will you fu’… uhmm”, and I try to sound more serious, “Chris will you breed my ass?”. Chris keeps grunting, ignoring me, he just keeps pounding Mike’s ass. I can see they’re both sweating, and Chris is really moaning and I bet he’s close to dumping his load. “I told you he’s poz, right?”, I nod, Mike’s eyes rolled a bit, “Ohhhhhh… fuck yea … Well … you gotta ask for him for his poz cock … otherwise he’s not gonna fuck you”, Mike’s eyes close, the expression of bliss obvious on his face. I gulp. Hundreds of things float through my mind, images, thoughts, ideas … it’s almost overwhelming for just a brief second. I swallow, open my mouth, and state matter-of-factly, “Chris will you please fuck me with that HOT poz cock of yours and cum deep inside me?” I feel myself nearly breathing the words when I mention his cock and cum. I look at Mike for approval he seems shocked and happy all at the same time – if that’s possible. Chris looked down at me, then kisses Mike, “Looks like your buddy wants my poz cum too”. Mike smiles at that statement, “Yeah I think he does”, and then he looks at me, “Don’t worry Chris can cum more than once”. I realize Chris probably just dumped a load of poz cum in Mike. I feel him tapping my leg, “Ass up again boy”, then to Mike, “Come suck this clean”. I move my ass and look back to see Mike sucking Chris’ cock, it seems so freaking huge. “Ohhhh yeah…. Clean that cock boy … MMMMMM … get me ready to breed your boy”, I can’t take my eyes off Mike’s head bobbing up and down on Chris’ cock, I think, “That cock will be inside me in a minute”. Mike seems very happy being Chris’ bottom, it’s amazing to watch him like this, I think he’d suck him ‘til he squirts again if no one said anything. Chris wants to fuck though, “Ok … I’m good … time to get in that ass”. Chris looks at me, “You need lube?”, “Yeah some, please, I’m tight”, he smiles devilishly. Chris takes some lube and greases his cock and my hole, sliding a finger in the way Mike likes to do me, but then backs it out almost as quickly. I try to relax when I feel it coming, “Ahhhh … ahhhh”, it stings, as the head of his cock eases its way into my ass. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck … fuck… “, I can’t stop the words, “You ok boy?”. “Yeahhh… Yeahhh… haaaa …ahhhhha… I’m good… ahhhh… just haaaaaa… stings, but feels good too”. Working me, like he did Mike taking several long, slow strokes to figure out the best angle and see how tight I am before diving in too fast, feels good. Mike moves around to my face and presents his amazing cock to me. He’s always so cute the way he almost beams when he’s in a “top” position, I know what he wants, and open my mouth, letting my tongue go to work on that amazing dick. Then I feel it … Chris works his strokes into a rhythm and I can feel his sweaty sac and chest against my body, I know Chris is poz, and I know he’s going to cum inside me… I also know I’m hard as a rock. I pull Mike’s cock from my mouth, “Just like that … ahhhhhhh … oh fuck yea… ohhhhh that’s good … give it to me”. I don’t want him to stop, not that he’s going to, it’s clear we both want the impending climax. I go back to sucking Mike’s cock. Chris pounds me for what seems like hours, he’s got a strong rhythm, it’s clear to me why he’s only tops. He’s groaning and sweating and just keeps working my hole. I look over at my phone and realize he’s been fucking me a total of maybe 10 minutes but it seems like longer and my jaw is starting to ache from sucking on Mike. Chris pulls out, “Flip over”. I flip onto my back and I think, “Open sesame”, as my legs immediately go up without so much as a word. Mike moves his face to mine and kisses me as Chris reinserts his fuckstick and gets back to work, “I wanna put this second load in deeper”, I pause from Mike’s kiss and my eyes get wide, he just looks at me as if to say, “… told you he can cum multiple times”. Mike moves so his cock is just over my mouth and starts to jack off,… there’s no going back, if I end up poz I’m apparently meeting it head on. My legs are on Chris’ chest and his cock is pounding me, it feels so amazing to be fucked this way. Knowing I’ve already got a load from him is keeping my cock hard as a rock. Mike moves a hand down to my cock, it’s electric, I can’t hold it back, “I’m gonna cum… fuck … I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum”. I want Chris deeper inside me, so I push down on his cock, and I feel my load building … “Ahhhhh.. ahhhhh… FUCK! FUCK! … CUMMMMMMING!”, and my cock shoots squirt after squirt of my seed all over my chest, all over Mike’s arm; it’s going everywhere. My ass grips Chris’ cock like a vice, but he pushes hard enough to keep fucking into me while I orgasm. My eyes are closed but Chris’ grunts tell me he’s getting close, Mike is encouraging him, “Fuck yea man… really give it to him … breed that ass”. Followed quickly by Chris, “Ahhhhh …ahhhhhh …..fuck…oh…ahhhhhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK! FUCK YEAH!”, then Mike, “FUCK YEAH!”. I’m getting cum in both ends with Chris fucking a 2nd load of poz cum into me. I join in, “Fuck yeah man! … Fucking give it to me!”. Chris looks at me completely serious, but smiling, he just keeps stroking into me as his cum squirts into my guts, working his load in. His strokes start making that sound that comes from a wet cummy cock fucking a well-used ass … the afterglow is intoxicating. Chris finally pulls out and lays down on the bed beside me, Mike joining him and we just chill in the few minutes following some very hot, pig sex. Mike looks at me smiling, “You good?”, I nod, “Yeah … very good”. I look over at Chris, “That was so fucking hot!”. He smiles back.

Predators and prey (Part 7) Michael was on his back. He stared at the ceiling breathing heavily. Slowly he turned to his left side and closed his eyes. His whole body ached, but the pain in his ass was unbearable. His “first time” had developed into a brutal gangbang. But it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. But he never thought of getting hurt so bad. His ass was bleeding, he could feel that, and his blood mixed with the semen of half a dozen guys already. He didn’t know, how many of them still lured into the darkness, for the chance to be his next fucker. A hand touched his shoulder soothingly and a voice whispered in his ear ‘Hey Buddy, are you okay’? Michael moaned simply. “Hey, I am talking to you. Are you still with us?” the voice asked again. “Yes…” Michael panted. “Good - you are awake” the voice almost sounded cheerfully. The hand on his shoulder pressed him towards the mattress. “Get down on your belly and relax” he got instructed. “My ass is hurting so much…” Michael moaned. “I know baby… it is supposed to hurt” the guy answered. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the male who knelt behind him and talked to him for a while now. “Spread your legs a bit wider. Give me better access to your slimy cunt” Michael couldn’t see the guy opening his jeans, but he understood that the next guy was ready to mount him. His ordeal was not over. “Ooooooh” he groaned. “Yeah I know boy. Just a second….. I am going to give you my junk” the guy replied, as if Mike’s groaning was an encouragement. Michael was too weak to fight back and so he felt his ass open up for yet another thick cock. His ass muscles, which tried desperately to close for the last couple of minutes were forced to swallow yet another brick again. “Calm down and enjoy my dick you, whore. You don’t have to do a thing, just stay on your belly and keep those legs spread, I will do the rest you, ok bitch?” the guy asked, but didn’t actually care about an answer. Michael felt his guts being ripped apart again. It seemed like his fucker was trying to hammer another hole into his body. “Do you like my cock? Hm… answer me bitch, do you like my big fat poz-stick?” the voice asked again and again. Mike grunted - not being able to form a clear thought. Instead he tried to open his asshole for the aggressive intruder. The guy used his full body weight on the boy’s skinny frame. Sometimes he supported himself on his arms to thrust more powerful blows into the abused and bleeding boysnatch. Then another time he almost crushed Michael under his weigh. “Feel me, bitch….. drain my nuts with your tight ass” the big dicked hunk shouted. While banging the 18 year olds ass brutally, a melody started to play. The stallion was looking around but didn’t seem to slow down in his fucking movements. “Who`s fucking mobile is it…. ?” he yelled. There was no response. Mike’s clothes were still scattered around on the dirty mattress and out of the corner of his eye the banger saw the visual signs of an incoming call. The ringtone was a recording, Michael did at his church, while singing one of his favorite songs. “The LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” … and then again with the choir…. “My LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” “Still waters…. “ The hunk fished the mobile phone out of Mike’s pocket and saw the incoming call flashing on the screen. He hissed at one of the waiting guys to hold the mobile in front of the twink’s face. “But don’t let him touch it” he made sure the other guy understood, who read the name on the screen and laughed out loudly. The guy in Michael’s ass sped up. “I think this one’s for you” he signaled the second guy to flash the screen to Michael’s face and he looked in disbelief. ‘Mom’ was written on the screen and a picture of his smiling mother was looking at him. Michael reached his hands towards the ringing phone, but it was still ouf of touch for him. “Where are you….” he shouted at Mike and continued to fuck him violently.. Mike didn’t know what to answer. “Where does she think you are?” the question was specified. “…. friends house….” “Friends name!” the fucker demanded. “….. never *urgs* mentioned a *ufff* name….” Michael replied while being fucked harder than before. “…. Oh Fuck…..” the pummeling guy yelled and then pulled his club out of the adolescent’s ass. “…. Give me the god damn phone and make sure our guest won’t spoil the show” he instructed some onlookers. Michael’s shirt got used a second time tonight and was stuffed into his mouth. Breathing became difficult but he tried to stay calm. The guy who stuffed his mouth knelt with his full weigh on his back to keep him down, but he was to weak anyways. The first guy answered the phone quite breathlessly (no wonder) and in a sleepy tone “Hello….?” He slowly stroked his dick while looking down at Michael. A woman’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line and she seemed to be quite upset or extremely worried. “No, this is the Bartholomew residence…. yes of course Michael is here” he mocked the preys name pointing at him. “No – he is at our house. He and my son Matthew are in the same science class. They had to work on some papers. I thought he asked for your allowance to stay overnight…..” he rolled his eyes. “Yes…. No…. he forgot the phone in the living room. He is upstairs sleeping. I came down myself, because I heard the ringing… a beautiful tune, that’s what my wife also said” he kept on stroking his hard tool knowing he was about to destroy this guys ass as soon as he would end this call. “No, you don’t have to worry. I will tell Michael in the morning to give you call, as soon as he is awake and able to speak.” The guy was leering at Michael, whose legs were still spread widely. Without a warning he kicked the boy into his nuts….. just so. *Bang* Michael made noises like a hurt animal. “Oh no…. I just hit my little toe at the dining table…. walking around in the darkness….. Yes, the same to you. Have a good night and God Bless you too…..” he quit the call and handed the mobile to the second pal. “Keep it, we might use it later on” he winked at him. Dropping to his knees he didn’t need to search long for the bloody entrance. It was easy to sink into Mike’s ass. As soon as he lowered himself completely into this toyboy he fucked Michael like a sledge hammer. He ripped the shirt out of Mike’s mouth and with enough oxygen he was able to response in a proper powerfucking way. He continued grunting, moaning and whining, which was music to the ears for the bunch of guys, who were still waiting for their turn. “Here I cum…. take my load you bitch; you’re a poz cumdump. You are such a sleazy fuck…. you enjoy being our project, huh? The fucker unloaded his personal virus collection into Michael’s mildly resisting body. But who would judge them, because in the end it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. The fucker couldn’t help but to give the boy another kick into his nuts and while Michael wailed in his distress he buttoned himself up and made room for the next guy who seemed to be a tough one. He was a leather daddy and obviously a motor cyclist, since he carried his helmet around. He had a pair und handcuffs at the ready. ‘Sex had to hurt’, he remembered the words well and so he tried not to worry about the pain…. but he was sure, a couple of more hard fucks and he would be dead. Or at least wishing he was....

Chapter 2: I met Mike a couple of years back when I was just 21, a few weeks from my 22nd birthday, and we quickly became regular fuckbuds. At that time, I thought I was sexually adventurous. Mike, however, opened me up more sexually. Mike fucked me, occasionally shared his piss with me, and my favorite part, he liked group sex and took me to sex parties. It took almost no time before I was chasing the bug with him. I had always barebacked, without giving it much thought, now I hungry for a poz man’s cock. I wouldn’t say we were ever dating, but we were close, we had a lot of sex, and spent a lot of time together. I met Mike on BBRT. Another cute versatile guy among the hundreds. Mike’s profile listed his stats as 24, 5’7”, 135lbs, large cock and his HIV status read, 'Ask me'. I wasn’t sure about that part but I really wanted that cock in me; I was hot for him. I unlocked my pics and noticed he checked out my profile. A minute or two later he had unlocked and I had emails from him. I thought about it and supposed 'Ask me' might well mean he was HIV+, but I was interested, I replied and simply asked. Mike’s reply was “I'm probably neg, but always bareback and want guys to ask." "Why not just say 'Not sure'", I asked. He had no answer, but only replied “Looking .. text me,” giving me his number. I showered and cleaned out and in about 30 minutes was at his front door. He answered the door, looked like pics, but he had serious bed head. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. We made eye contact, I smiled, “Haaaa… looks like I’m overdressed” I said, and in attempt to impress him, stripped right there in the foyer. He kissed me, “Let’s go to my bedroom.” He led me down the hall, I sat on the end of his bed, him standing over me, and we kissed again. It was amazing, his lips were so soft and when his tongue invaded my mouth I got an instant hard-on. He looked down at me, “You’re neg too?” I nodded, “Cool,” he murmured. I kept the eye contact as I lowered myself to my knees, licked the head of his cock while he watched, “Ahhhh … mmmmm … feels good," he moaned. I went slowly, licking the slit, then the head, then taking as much of his cock in as I could get. Back and forth I repeated the motions. I knew it was working, in 3.2 seconds he had become a leaky faucet of precum, and I was greedily swallowing every drop. His hands rested on my head as I serviced him. “Stand up," he ordered, and upon doing so, he again kissed me. Mike pointed to the bed, “Turn around and get on all fours. Show me that hot hole of yours." I climbed on the bed, head down, ass up, spreading my legs and ass with it – I wanted to feel vulnerable and exposed. I wanted him to fuck me. “So hot”, I hear him say softly. He got up on the bed close to me, and ran his hand over my ass and lightly into the crack … teasing. I heard what sounded like him pulling a finger from his mouth, then I felt pain, he shoved his middle finger right up inside me. “Ahhhhh … ahhhh,” I gasped. In a subdued voice he remarked “Mmmmm … Yeah that’s what you want … oh fuck that’s a nice, tight hole." I knew he was just looking down at me – lightly massaging inside me, this time he spoke up, “Yeah I’m gonna fuck and breed you like a little bitch. You’re queer for my seed ain’tcha?” The words were like a drug, “Yes … Yes I am." “Yes, what? You want this raw cock and seed?” This time I didn’t hold back, “Fuck yes I do! Fuck I want that raw cock and seed!" “That’s right boy .. mmmmm .. gonna breed that ass so deep.” Mike removed his finger from my ass, leaned in a little bit and then I could hear the lube as he stroked some on his cock a few times, then another squeeze, and I could feel cold lube running into the crack of my ass. “Bitch, it's time to breed that hole." He then placed one of his hands on my waist and I knew the other was on his cock; I could feel his cock head touching my hole. Mike was about to put that hot cock where his finger had been. I wanted it. I pushed back a little let him know. “Ahhhh … ! Ahhhhh fuck!”, I cried out as he pushed in and his big dick invaded the tight space of my ass. “That’s right boy … fuck, … ahhhh … that’s right, fuck … give that ass to me … gonna breed you so deep – fill you with cum." I knew Mike could feel how tight I was but it didn’t stop him from using slow, constant pressure n his cock, “That’s it … so hot … ahhhh… ahhhh... fuck yeah, .. fuck yeah," and he bottomed out, “That’s all of me babe … got that raw cock all the way in." I moaned, “MMMMMMMM”, it stung but feeling his hairy nuts touching my ass made me want his load that much more. He moved back out almost as slowly as he entered, then back in again. It didn’t take very long before he was pounding my ass hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pushed all the way in. "Fuck me, mmmmmm… fuck … fuck … yeah, fuck me," I begged. Mike now grunted in reply “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!” I kept my face down in the comforter as he rode my ass like a pro. I had been fucked many times before but Mike was riding this ass like a champion at a Rodeo. “Spread your cheeks more for me”, I reached back, “Yeah like that… like that”, it felt like that raw cock pushed in a little deeper, if that was even possible. “Fuck yeah … breed my ass … I want it. Fuck .. fuck .. yeah you want this dirty load don’t you?” I had no idea what we were even saying, “Yeah, I do," I replied. I was too involved to give any other reply. Mike rode me like that for a solid 10 minutes and I could tell from his grunts he was about to go over the edge. “ahhhhh … I’m close … fuck! … I’m getting close babe, … gonna dump this huge load inside you … ahhhh”, “Fuck yea … fuck I want it”. Mike made a few final firmly planted thrusts, and then it happened, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH … FUCKKKKK … FUCKKKKKK”, I felt him make one final thrust in deep and I knew he was squirting his load into my guts. “FUCK!”, he shouted, as I felt his cock spasm and the sweat from his balls against me. There was no mistaking I had just taken another man’s cum. We were both hot and sweating when the a/c kicked on … we stayed connected like that for a few more minutes, neither one of us wanting to move or let his cock slip out of my hole. “That was so hot .. did you get what you wanted?” It seemed a bit of an odd question, but I just replied with, “Fuck yeah I did. I wanted your big load. It was so hot." Mike withdrew and lay down beside me and we started to share soft kisses as we lay there just soaking in the whole experience. “So you like this raw cock huh?” “Love it … that was so hot.” “Nice … we gonna do it again?” I replied “Hell yeah, anytime.” “You up for group fun sometime, too? Fuck bud of mine loves breeding ass … he usually just fucks me." The image of Mike taking raw cock while fucking me went through my head, “Bareback?” “Yeah, it's the only way I get fucked," he replied. I just laughed, “Yeah, I’m up for that anytime." Mike looked at me, “Kevin … he’s poz … that still cool?” I hadn’t given it any thought before, but this made me acknowledge, even as hot as he was, I had just let another guy I didn’t really know cum inside my ass. I know there was a risk, but in the few seconds it took me to process his question I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said anything, so I just spit out, “I’m good … yeah,.. yeah, it's cool.” “You sure? I gotta say, I fuckin' love his cock too." “I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure. Will he want to fuck me?” “He might. Yeah, I think so. You might as well let him." “Yeah.” “You just took my cum, and he’s been fucking me for a while now.” I smiled back at Mike, “Yeah, he can definitely fuck me if he wants.” I swallowed hard, then I just kissed him. Mike just smiled a mischievous grin.

I understand your desire for BB. My first time was BB (2 loads) and on my drive home, I couldn't stop thinking about his loads being deep inside me, being absorbed. A much better experience than if he'd been covered. 4 dozen cocks later, few have been taken covered. Nature meant for seed to be pumped into other people, not into condoms. Are there risks? Of course! Everything is life has risks. If you want to reduce the risks, use PrEP or try to be selective (and hopefully your top will be honest and also truly know his status). But, if you are a committed barebacker and take enough loads, accept the fact that sooner or later you'll be converted. You may even become a bug chaser, if only to get it over and done with, but then, you'll be into a new phase in your life. But life is simply a series of phases, some more significant than others. Everything has consequences. Some things, like the pill, can reduce the chances of the consequences, or supposedly eliminate them. Whether to take the pill is your choice. With or without it, take every cock's load deep inside you and accept the consequences, either neutral or not. Life is a process, an evolution. Given time, you will accept that someday, some load will convert you. Either do what you can to evade that moment, while still enjoying life, wait for the moment to happen and accept the consequences when it does, or chase the bug to get the transition past you so you no longer have to worry whether or not the next cock has a load with your name on it. But go bareback and savor every load.

Ted led me up the path to the campgrounds, stopping at the self-service kiosk, checking for overnight check ins. There were two check-ins so ted noted down which camp sites they signed up for and the check in names. We proceeded to the cantina and Ted gave me a list of the items to pull from the shelves, then showed me what needed cleaning and restocking, then went to begin preparing the morning breakfast for the campers purchases. As the aroma of sausage and eggs and breakfast burritos filled the cantina a few campers wandered in to stock up on supplies, toiletries and buy breakfast. I went about restocking the selves from the inventory that had come in the previous day, dusting the shelves and mopping the floor. All the while the revelations of the morning weighed on my mind, could it be my brother infected me with the bug, did he know or suspect he had it, did I want him and his infection, my cock began to harden thinking about him fucking me again. I thought about not only did he fuck me but he fucked my best friend, my life heartthrob, my brother from another mother, he spewed his toxic seed into both of us. I both wanted to make mad passionate love to him and beat the crap out of him for putting us at risk. As the morning wore on we closed down the diner part of the cantina, prepping pre made sandwiches to sell at noon and dinner take outs ready to be put on the BBQ’s in the evening. I went through most of the morning with a hard on, and a few of the campers didn’t help as they came through the cantina in little more than basketball or running shorts, their junk swinging barely concealed beneath the flimsy fabric, their chest heaving of manliness and sexuality. Lunch time came, Stuart and John took over the cantina while Ted and I went to join Todd and the guys for lunch, Dad tossed us some sandwiches and chips, he then sat on the end of the table “Ok guys, when we get back onboard tonight Stuart will address all of you, in the meantime, You all have a decision to make, I have some contacts and I Knew this was a possibility, given Stuarts wild streak, John had me come prepared, I have a 100 day supply for each of you if you choose to take it, of PreP” We all ate our lunch in silence for the most part, being in close proximity of Dave had me hard throughout lunch, as we were finishing up our lunch Dave nudged me tilted his head towards the men’s toilets/showers and excused himself to go use the bathroom. I followed him saying I needed release too, as soon as I got in the restroom I notice Dave was not at the urinals or in a stall, I walked around to the backside and found him naked stroking his hard cock, I immediately dropped my shorts and stripped off my tee shirt and went to my knees in front of him, taking his rod into my mouth and throat. He let me suck his cock just enough to get it slick with saliva before pulling me up and spinning me around, and slide his cock into my ass, it hurt like hell being impaled so quickly, although once in Dave was able to use the cream inside to lubricate my hole enough so each of us could enjoy the fuck “Ever since I heard the news this morning I wanted to give you some of my last negative seed, not sure if I want to take the prep dad is offering, seems like a lot of bother to have freedom” Dave pounded my hole and soon released his cum into my battered rectum, I enjoyed the ride and pondered the words, feeling him pulsate against my prostate delivering his spunk soon had my seed shooting on the tiled floor, my ass milking the last drops of semen from Dave’s still hard cock, he pulled me up to him and turned my head so he could plant a wet sloppy kiss on me ” that’s all we have time for now, we’ll talk later” With that he pulled on his shorts and tee shirt and ran back to the others. I turned around to grab my shorts and tee and suddenly heard applause. I turn around to find a camper who witnessed most of the fucking, Dave must have run right past him, he stood a couple inches taller than me and had sandy blonde hair and a muscular build which was accented by his tank top and low slung cargo shorts “You camping nearby? Would love some of that action” He then noticed my tee shirt and the camp insignia “Oh you guys work here, shit well I hope we can see each other during my stay” He turned and left out of embarrassment, I exited the bath house and returned to the picnic table to join Dave and my brothers. With John and Stuart taking the cantinas afternoon shift, Ted and I went to the camp office to pick up the site checklist and do verification rounds of the campsites, the first two sites were vacant although I found recently spent condoms near one of the picnic table, I being the kinky bastard I picked them up and tied them off for use later on Dave. The campsites were almost all identical just enough room for a couple tents, each had a water spigot in one corner and a power pole in the opposite with a smart meter on each pole. They had a small fire pit and a picnic table, many had room for a small camper or RV to hook up adjacent to them, as we went down the checklist on each site we noted which ones needed sprucing up and which ones were available. . Our third campsite was occupied and soon found out it was my tall blonde guy that was there with his friend, I also noticed that most of the campers were male with a few females hanging around the fringes in opposite corners of the campgrounds. I soon discovered that of the 38 campsite 12 were currently occupied, 8 with what I was deeming gay groups and 4 with lesbian couples. I noticed Ted was also handing out invitations to the weekend’s parties on the houseboat. He explained that we could only invite 11 people at a time onto the vessel to keep within marine occupancy limits, I asked when he invited the blonde guy and he said that they, the blonde and his companion would be boarding on Fridays festivities, this being Wednesday I only had two days to wait to see if the promising buldge in his shorts would ring true. We finished our rounds just before 4 and headed back to the offices which were on the backside of the cantina. Dave and the others were waiting on us and we loaded up supplies from the camp store to take down to the floating palace as we had named her. I grabbed a couple boxes and headed down to the dock with Dave at my side. Dad, Todd, was the last to arrive and cast us off as ted steered the vessel back to our private cove to be moored for the night. As the house made it across the lake I cut up some potatoes that Chris had boiled off earlier in the day and added salad dressing and cut hard boiled eggs to make a great big bowl of Potato salad while Dave went up and took over grilling duties for the evening.. By the time we reached the mooring Dinner was ready and we all dished up a plate and sat around the fire pit. Stuart gobbled down his meal of polish sausage, Baked Beans and Potato salad then stood before us “Ok guys, I know this mornings news was a shock to some, and sort of expected by others of you” He glanced over at Todd and John “Well, I guess I owe you all an explanation. First off let me say last night’s confession by our fathers was somewhat of a surprise to me but then again I Knew from the time of Joan’s death that they were in a long distance relationship. Ted knew too but we kept it quiet for our dads sake till they could break the news to you, I however did not know of the swapping that been going on and although I find it hot that I now have all these hot brothers, I know they have managed to keep us all valiant till our 18th birthdays preaching celibacy. Well I’d like to thank my Brother who broke my cherry on the night of my 18th birthday two years ago, I didn’t know you were my brother then but I think I’d have it no other way. Thank you Ted, who by the way has been the first to fuck all of us brothers now that I think about it.” We all laughed at Stuarts little quip “well as you all know I was accepted to UC Berkeley on a academic/athletic scholarship and as many of you know I sought out the Gayest –straight fraternity I could find and have been living in the fraternity house since my freshmen year started, four quarters ago, my pledge brother, Alan has been my roommate and part time lover for the past two years and for those of you who have not met him, he’ll be coming up with some of my frat bro’s this weekend. Well Alan makes me look like a saint in the sex department, he gets into some really slutty moods and goes hog wild. We had sex throughout our freshman year and pledge period with many of our brothers, but always with condoms and playing safe. Well that all changed this last fall when Alan who was feeling horny convinced me and several of our frat bros to go to a CumUnion party at the Steamworks back in September. Now I had barebacked with Alan in private before, but this was the first time we had had sex, bareback sex in public, the dozen or so of us who went let our hair down and had mad orgies in front of everyone who wanted to watch. Well I lost track of Alan when one of my Bro’s was pounding my hole while I was sucking some guy’s dick while someone was sucking mine underneath me. Well long story short Alan became a major cumdump that night and took massive anon loads into his hole he estimated 30 to 40 loads before I caught up with him again and I added my load to his already overflowing manpussy. Well Alan got sick around Halloween and we thought it was just the flu.” Stuart took a drink from his beer and continued “well Alan didn’t tell me but he went to the health center and got tested and treated for a couple of STI’s and also withheld that he was now POZ, although from what I gathered he confided in Dad that his status had changed and that he wanted to Knock me up so we would be bonded, He told Todd He really loved me and wanted to share every Part of himself with me. Well throughout the rest of the quarter Alan managed to go from bottom pig to dominate top whenever I would let him. I guess he succeed in knocking me up over Christmas since I got the fuck flu around Easter, I was in denial for the last two months as I wanted to believe he wouldn’t do that to me, but at the same time I love him for wanting to share his gift with me.” Stuart began to sob and Dad and john hugged him and Ted planted a big kiss on him as well “I’m so sorry Tom and Dave, I don’t know what possessed me to put you guys at risk and hope you weigh your choices, my choice is to go unmediated as long as I can, I have a strong T cell count and although my viral load is high It is dropping on it’s own as my body tries to fight off this infection, I know it’s a losing battle but I will cross that bridge when I come to it” Stuart sat down and continued to sob as Dave went over to him and Whispered to him “Thank you big bro for the most precious gift you could ever give me… the freedom to fuck whoever, however I can” While we were fixing dinner Dave and I talked about the consequences of the previous night’s sexual debauchery and what it meant for us, we decided that Stuart had given himself to us and we had in turn become bonded in a gift which was now shared between us. I walked over to my older brother ad took his hand and lead him to the hot tub and stripped him bare as Dave removed his and my clothes we all climbed into the tub We took our turns mounting his enraged hardened cock sliding our boycunt’s on his shaft. Taking turns playing who’s going to get the cream, as he shot his load deep inside me, in ground my ass into his crotch. After I dismounted Dave slid down his pole and attempted to milk another load from Starts balls. It didn’t take long before he shot his second load of the night into Dave. As we both leaned in and kissed our older brother we whispered into his ear in stereo “Let’s make sure this takes” and began teasing him to fuck us more

We were all kind of dumbstruck from our fathers confession, Ted was holding back the tears, just barely, I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or sorrow about being lied to his entire life, I was a bit elated to know these hunks who I had known all my life and had shared so much with, were in fact my half-brothers, and like me were at least bi sexual. I felt a swelling in my chest as Stuart came over to me and hugged me “Little bro, I know it’s a lot to take in but we’ll all be ok, dad wants to talk to you” Dad had strolled forward towards the bow Stuart and I joined him “Tom, Stu I know you think I lied to you and your mother all these years but she was well aware of the situation, as a matter of fact Joan and her had their own thing going until Joan’s passing from breast cancer” “we always wondered how you guy managed to pop out 6 boys in such a short time, but I never realized how you managed to beat the odds and come up with six homos” Stuart joked “Joan’s passing was too much for your mother and it’s why she thought we should separate, we never actually completed the divorce, but my work kept me away from not only you two but John as well, sort of why you guys never caught onto our long distance relationship” “I always suspected there was something strange about you friendship with John, and when you took Stuart with you to the coast when you and mom split, I’m glad I had Dave to help me through it” “Your mom knew Stuart was beginning to have homosexual tendencies, and thought keeping you two apart would reduce the trouble you two could have gotten into, his boasting on holidays and vacations, hid from you on our request, his flings with other boys, and some of them with girls were true” “yeah, and it kept my hands off my hot little bro, but that can change if you want it too, after all haven’t you taken two of my loads already” Stuart looked proud of himself Dad gave him a wicked smile and Stuart punched me in the shoulder, we walked over to rejoin the rest of the group around the dim blue-yellow light of the gas fire pit the glass beads sparkling in the glow. The sun had already set and the pit and a few Christmas lights were the only illumination on deck. I grabbed Dave and hugged him, now knowing he was my half-brother made me wonder if our relationship had a chance, I had always felt deep feelings for him, keeping them in check because he was so straight and never wanting to damage our friendship, without the physical activities of the sports we each played allowed our sexual tensions to cumulate in passion and lust. He kissed me and whispered “We have a long day ahead of us want to retire” I nodded and was about to tell the others when John stepped up “ok gentlemen, you have an early call tomorrow, and a lot of work to complete before the holiday weekend, so its best you head to your cabins and get some shut eye and some rest, oh and keep the moaning down it scares the fishes” With that we all began to head below, down the ladders, Dave and I retreated to our bunk and were about to close the door when Stuart stepped in behind us “Sorry mates but the captain has requested I bunk in here tonight” “The captain?” “Yeah, Todd and John, it’s been a couple weeks since they have been together and they wanted to do some catching up” We chuckled and flopped down on the bed, I intended to spoon Dave but Stuart got between us “If I don’t break this up now none of us is going to get any sleep, and I’ve only had one chance on this boy’s sweet hole” He said with a smirk. As the three of us lay there on the queen size bunk fondling and making out sleep was beginning to take over as Stuart turned into Dave and slid his cock into my lover’s hole, not to be left out I positioned my throbbing tool against Stuarts hole and let his gyrations into Dave work my cock into his now precum slickened hole, I did a quick adjustment to get a little closer and soon Stuart was rocking between us fucking Dave as I was fucking him. He moaned loudly as he shoot his fourth load into my boyfriend and I followed shortly after blasting my load into my older brother’s hot hole “You maybe my older bro, but your ass was made for fucking” I whispered into his ear We all fell asleep shortly after snuggled and spooned together, I was woken a couple of time in the night briefly with a cock in my now cum filled hole, as Stuart and Dave took turns making deposits in me when they would wake up. John began pounding on doors at 6am and we awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs being prepared in the galley, Stuart was up first and headed to the head to relieve himself of his piss stream. John had placed a bucket for that purpose just inside the door with a note on the toilet to use the bucket for number 1 and the toilet for all others. He explained just before breakfast that using the bucket saved the sanitation system on the craft from being emptied so often, and with an evil smirk “and other recreational uses” Stuart had avoided the mandatory Oral Quick swab the previous day, but Todd cornered him and handed him the test stick, he argued it wasn’t necessary that he was clean but dad made him do it anyway. Todd took the stick from him and sent him in to the galley for breakfast. I had relieved myself in the bucket alongside Dave and Chris and pulled on a pair of jeans, and headed to the galley myself. I finished my 2 eggs and a couple strips of bacon when John came around and added Stuarts name to the white board with a + following I looked at Dave and I looked at Stuart then at dad. Todd and John looked like it was what they had been expecting Stuart looked shocked, and terrified, he started sobbing “I’m so sorry little bros, I didn’t know, I didn’t realize I was putting you at risk” “Damn you Alan” he continued “Ok guys I know you now have a lot more to consider we have work to do” john piped in It had just occurred to me that the boat had been moving, all the time while we had been getting dressed and having breakfast as John threw tee shirts to Dave, Stuart and I I felt the motor rev up and reverse as the craft slid into the dock near the campgrounds, I looked at the duty rooster on the white board and saw I was paired with Ted, Dave was paired with Chris and Ben and Stuart was partnered with dad and John. “Ok the leads know the work schedule, newbies try to keep up, meet back here at noon for lunch” With that, we left the houseboat and headed up to the campgrounds for our first day of work

It felt weird at first to be making out with my dad, watching my best friend making out with my older brother and his older brothers alternating between me and Dave and each other and John their dad alternating between stroking his sons and my dad. I had always suspected there was something between John and Todd, my dad, today just verified mine and Dave’s suspicions. I felt John playing with the plug in my ass, as Stuart and Ben made out with Dave, then the three of them got out of the hot tub and headed forward, John had twisted the plug back and forth in my hole loosening me up and soon the relaxing waters and the attentions to my rear had the plug sliding in and out of me like a dildo, John slid it out one final time as my dad lifted me into his lap, john guided his engorged phallus to my gaping hole as I slid down his pole, he moaned “Oh yeah, got my baby boy riding my cock filled with his brothers jizz, makes wonderful lube” He planted his lips on mine once more as John moved in behind me and slid his cock next to Todd’s, pushing a little brown bottle under my nose I inhaled deeply breathing in the vapors, my head began to swim and an internal hotness swept my body, sensing the poppers were beginning to take effect on me, John pushed forward and his cock entered my ass next to my dad’s throbbing tool, they worked their cocks in unison in my hole, john help the poppers under my nose again and I breathed in deeply once more, the vapors swimming in my brain as they pumped and double penetrated me. Their cocks battling in my brothers cum, I was stretched wide open as they used my boycunt, finally john let out a huge moan and shot deep in my intestine his pulsating cock triggering my dad’s load to blast out as well filling me even fuller with seed. Just 4 hours ago I was a virgin to man on man sex now as John pulls out and I raise off of my father’s cock, to feed him my throbbing dong, as John shoves the butt plug into my gaping hole, I now have five loads of cum percolating in my guts. I looked forward to see my best friend Dave in the sling impaled on my Brothers cock, Ben feeding him his cock to suck like a lollipop. My dad deep throats my slong and then slaps me on the ass and tells me to go play with the boys as John makes out with Ted. I walk towards the bow, where the sling is set up next to the captain’s chair, Stuarts is buried in Dave’s ass to the hilt and is swirling his hips to move his cock inside my best bud, Dave is moaning in pain and lust, I can tell that Stuart had just blown his load deep into Dave, as his face shows of orgasmic agony and something deeper I can’t really pin point. I sit in the chair watching as my best friend, hopefully my boyfriend gets loaded up by my brother, Chris pulls out a folding table and adjusts and slides it so it is just under Dave in the sling with about an inch or so clearance beneath him, Stuart is still mixing up the cum that is buried in Dave’s intestines when Ben steps over to me and has me climb onto the table straddling Dave, I almost immediately start kissing my best friend, as Stuart starts playing with the plug in my ass, as he pulls out of Dave, and Chris slides in to take his place, finally pulling the plug out and begins feeding me the plug to lick clean as he slides his slimy cock into Dave’s mouth to have him clean off the spunk and traces of blood from his cock. I lick the plug clean then return to alternately kissing Dave and sharing in jointly blowing my brothers large phallus. I was kneeling on the table under Dave, when I felt the table shake and realized Ben had climbed onto the table, he pulled me up and fed me his cock as Chris guided Dave’s hard cock into my hole, I suddenly had the cock I had been wanting all afternoon and most of my life buried in my sloppy cum filled hole, as Chris pumped into his youngest brother, although only by 8 months, I could feel his thrust, and I swear a couple of times his cock was entering me using Dave as a sheath, every time he hit Dave’s prostate I could feel a bust of precum in my hole and Dave would grind his cock into my sweet spot and make me leak copious amounts of precum as well. We went on for almost 15 minutes while Chris pummeled Dave who was fucking my hole from beneath me, as I was sucking the juices from Ben’s throbbing too. I was reaching a breaking point as Stuart came around and began sucking on my cock, my balls pulled up as I shot my cum into my brothers mouth and throat. “Ah negative boy cream is so sweet, too bad it won’t last” Stuart quipped as he licked his lips and Ben began cumin in my mouth and onto my face and chest as he pulled it out to spray me with his jizz, I could feel Dave shooting his load to add to the others in my now well used hole. Dave’s orgasm and clenching of his ass muscles triggered Chris as Dave milked the cream out of his brothers throbbing tool. As we untangled ourselves I noticed Todd and John with Ted between them in the hot tub getting out and moving towards the bow, stopping at the fire pit and pulling up a couple chairs and a bench or two, they motioned for us to join them, which we were all too tired to refuse, as we traversed the short distance and flopped down either on a chair or a bench near the fire pit. It was just like at camp where we would all sit around and sing songs and tell stories, when Dave, his brothers and I were younger. This was almost the same “Tom, I know you have some questions, and I know today’s events most likely have you confused, well I’m going to confuse you even more” I looked at my dad and smiled and let him know I was ready “John and I have been friends since my college days, as you all know, we were roommates my freshman year, although john was a senior and three years older than me, the college put us together” John piped in “Todd and me didn’t get along real well at first, since I was seeing a girl a few months his junior, Your mom, Tom, and he kind of had his sights on her, well we both sort of dated her but when she got pregnant well, by then I had already started dating your mom, Dave, Well by then the term was almost over and the holidays were upon us, Bev made excuses not to go home, as she was beginning to show, and her parents, your grandparents, Tom, would not have approved” I looked on with a quizzical look on my face, as did the other boys “So mom wasn’t my biological mother” piqued in Ted “Well, ted by the time Bev delivered you Joan, had agreed to marry John and take her baby to raise as their own, the animosity we felt the first couple of months in the dorm had vanished a lasting bond had developed, I was also bonking Joan, Your mom Ted, Dave” “She’s our mom too” Chris and ben chimed in “Well, Ben your right, Bev had two babies which Joan, god rest her soul raised as ours, they actually were mine, not Todd’s so I felt a responsibility to raise them” “But I remember mom being preggers at least twice” Ted commented “Yes she was, but they were Todd’s” John said “I never actually fathered any children with my wife” We all looked shocked and somewhat uncomfortable “I guess what we’re trying to confess to you guys, we know you guys have always felt a close bond, almost brotherly, it’s because you are all brothers, we swapped wives almost as often as we ourselves swapped spit and cum, we have been lovers for the last 19 years” and we have enjoyed watching you all grow up as friends and half-brothers, and we thought you guys should know the truth” my dad sat down and let it sink in “how radical, I just fucked my half bro” Dave suddenly burst out, holding on to me and planting his lips to mine “very incestuous “ Stuart snickered

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

Sometimes, when you can't get on your knees to drink from the tap, how else do you get a mans piss in public? One of my favorite ways in a bar is to hand a man my empty beer bottle while he's at the urinal--esp if hes showing interest and has been looking over...and let him top it off, or fill it completely. Then later, when I see him from across the room, I'll be drinking it while hes standing next to his buddies, or even his BF. Its a great ice breaker...and oftentimes, I would see him from across the room pointing at me and wispering into the guys ear thats standing next to him. I like to think that he just might be telling him that he just bought me that round. Years back, guys would whip out their dicks and piss in my bottle, mug or plastic cup during a beer bash at a bar...and tell me that if I wanted them to fuck me, that I had to prove it by drinking what he pissed out to show I was interested. Any other ideas I can use to get piss from guys?

Hi, anyone else into gangbanging small asian, e.g. thai, boys/men hard bareback and filming it? I am in genral also interested in other big fucking small, older fucking younger scenarios. Would love to chat to someone for real into the same.

Took an ex cons load in me yesterday, bent me over and kept telling me about all the guys he's turned into bitches in prison. Was so hot.

Love this story. Any chance we get another chapter?

NIghtwing, no doubt.

great writing rawrawraw76, loving it again

Fuck YEAH!! Chem...rape...rip...poz the "not a fag" fucker!!

I have a pretty clear personal belief on cheating. First, if you would NEVER tell your partner about what you are doing/have done with another person it is cheating. If you cannot share the info about what you are doing,you know that your partner would be disappointed...you are a cheater. AND...and maybe this is more important, if you are having unsafe sex outside of a relationship with a partner who does not know, you are forcing the partner to accept YOUR risk as their own. I get the taboo of cheating.....and while I do not encourage it, it may have some role in relationships. But bringing sexual risk into a relationship where there is/was none is just, in my opinion, wrong. I fully encourage the idea of bareback/hiv+/sexual freedom--that may be clear by my profile name. But I simply cannot accept forcing that risk on someone who does not know or understand they are being exposed.

Well - before all this happened I recieved a message of a 'member' who offered me editing the Hitch hiker story. I didn't even got the chance to reply. The next time I got on he or someone else edited the story already. I think the guy didn't want to do any harm.... my english is not the best. I believe he wanted to make it better. The story line is sort of the same.... just the way I wrote it. That changed. And somehow I was annoyed. And I am not sure how to continue if my style of writing is limited, because english is not my mothers tongue and I hardly ever speak or write in english. Hmmmm..... not so easy now.

You just want to be chemed up and a whore and get bred with the bug or just be a whore? And there are levels of whoredom. Leather pig whore and fisted in a sex club and used as a cum toilet is different from being in the dark room at some nightclub for ghetto DL thugs and they take turns running BBC into you while someone takes money for you. This is Atlanta, we really are about that freaky shit.

Chapter 4 Father Scorpio looked ready and raring to go. His dick was fully erect, oozing precum; I guess watching while I was gangbanged had turned him on. I automatically looked to Mike. He looked concerned (I guess he could see how tired I was), but gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I sighed inwardly. I would do it to please Mike, and so as not risk his looking bad in front of his Fraternity. It only made sense – I had a feeling that I would need his protection in this pit of, well, scorpions. It was in my best interests to support his authority. “Approach me, Novice.” I guess that counted as a promotion from “Initiate,” or “SILENCE.” I wearily crawled towards him on hands and knees. “Lie down between my legs,” he commanded. Oh, Lordy. I did it immediately, realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised, since his “sons” seemed to like this so much. He was likely the one who taught them their moves, after all. He knelt over my face; his ass was very hairy. It was almost like being with some mythical creature, Pan or a centaur. He lowered his ass slowly, making sure he got his butthole right over my nose. “Inhale deeply the man stink of your Father. Let my potent scent fill your nostrils, your lungs, and block out all the others whom you’ve worshipped today, and you will then take my potent, charged seed. I am now your Master, as I am the Master of all those who have used you tonight.” He was certainly pungent, but still clean. It was the scent of sweat rather than lack of hygiene. “Kiss my asshole, Novice.” I hesitated a moment (proving the old saw about hesitation and being lost) and that was too long. He sat on my face, full weight, smothering me. “You must always obey my orders immediately. I have told you there would be consequences otherwise.” I was trying not to struggle, but I couldn’t breathe and my back arched as I involuntarily tried to get some air. That seemed to be his cue to release my head, and I gasped in air (getting another healthy whiff of his butt) and immediately started the inevitable trajectory, kissing, licking, eating and finally thrusting my tongue inside of his butt. “Yes, yes," he said. "Obey me and feed my lust. Ave libidinem,” he bellowed, the fraternity guys answering with Fratres, in cupiditate. God I was getting sick of hearing those fucking words. Maybe eventually it would be like white noise, and I’d stop noticing? He moved a little so that his balls were over my mouth. “Worship the repository of my holy seed, Novice,” he intoned. I wasted no time in sniffing his balls, then kissing them and licking them. Then he pushed the tip of his cock with its metal adornment against my lips. “Open your mouth and receive my rod, the instrument of the transfiguration that will bring you into the light. You will be exalted, a receptacle for our lust and desire, a chalice into which the athame will plunge. Brothers and Acolytes, gather to witness my gift to the Novice,” he said. The entire assembly came close and formed a ring around us. He roughly pulled my legs over his heavily muscled shoulders, lined up his drooling cock with my ass and began to push in. It was nearly unbearable; my anus and rectum were already sore from having been used multiple times by 11 men of all different shapes and sizes. It would have been okay but for that infernal piercing; he punched through the first ring of muscle which, try as I might, caused me to shriek. “You may scream as much as you like,” snarled the Father. “No one can hear you except me and my Sons. Soon you will moan with desire.” Soon being a relative term, I thought, wincing and struggling as he began to pump in and out. His breathing was speeding up, there was a cruel smile on his face and he seemed suffused with a perverse joy as he thrust more and more strongly, pinning me in place. “Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he howled as his hips pistoned his dick in and out of me. “Stroke my balls, to encourage the seed to shoot into your soft, sweet boy cunt, made for a man’s pleasure.” I did as ordered immediately, running my fingers over the sack of crinkled skin, and reaching behind to the sensitive skin between his legs. That cause him to pound into me without mercy; screams tore out of me as that thing he had on his cock battered my insides. I could feel his balls tighten and rise underneath my tickling fingers. Please cum, I prayed. I can’t last much longer.” It began as a low growl in his throat rising to a roar worthy of a wild animal. He rammed into me once, twice, three times, then shouted “Ave libidinem, Fratres, in cupiditate, his innocence is fully destroyed, his asshole is wrecked, my deathstick fills him with my charged…positive sperm.” Positive? I thought, terrified. Not that, please, not that. “The breeding is complete, he will join us now as a Son of the Scorpion, bearer of the Virus — HIV.” “WHAT?” I shrieked, and then began to sob. “No, no, please, no.” “It is too late,” he said. “The conversion is underway. My seed was already passed to you through my Sons, the brothers and the acolytes, and it has been sealed with the seed of the Father. You have taken 45 loads of toxic sperm. Soon you will get the fever and burn with the raging fire of lust. The transfiguration has begun; you will carry my mark for the rest of your life.” I must have fainted from shock and exhaustion. I was vaguely aware of being lifted, immersed in warm water, gently bathed and tucked into bed. Half-awake, I felt tears seep out from under my eyelids, and all I could hope is that this was a nightmare and that I’d soon wake up, safe and secure in my dorm room.

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

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Now it's the leader 2 sons turn and they have bigger dicks than the leader but one does not have PA. As they are fucking me it's starting to be enjoyable as maybe it has to do with the drugs Rocky has been giving me or maybe I'm finding out that I really like this attention I'm getting. The sons are not just ramming their dick in my hole but taking their time. They take me off the bench and put me in a sling and the lights get real bright as Rocky takes a camera out. The sons are fucking me and asking how I like being their bitch and I say I love as the leader waves the cattle prod. The sons ask me if I want their POZ seed in me, I scream yes as in truth I really starting to like the feel of there dicks in me and even sucking their cum & blood off their dick as I can see the excitement in their eyes when their dicks are cleaned. I don't know how long the 3 of them have been working my hole and mouth over they tell Rocky to plug his hole and let him crash and they will be back in 2 days to see how their new bitch is doing. As Rocky takes me into another room and cleans me up with the cold water from a garden hose and I ask Rocky if I can take the thing in my ass out , he says if I do I will get zapped by the cattle prod. I feel very tired after and I just fall into the bed naked. I don't have any idea what day or time I have been here. It's now just the leader comes down stairs to see me and bends me over a bench and pulls the plug out, he says soon my hole will be ready for anything. He pulls out his dick and without anything said I start to suck it wile he fingers my hole with that burning lube but it feels good. I get on all fours on the bed, what an ass you have so just wiggle it as he just sticks his dick in my well lube hole and it's done with no pain this time and I really like the feel and something tells me to squeeze my sphincter mussel on his dick when he is balls deep. He says I'm a natural bitch as I just did it as he drops his load in me and after he pulls out without tell me I start to clean his dick. He calls Rocky to give me a heavy slam. After the leader gets finish with giving 2 more loads he tell Rocky to get on the bed and to suck my dick and never having this done to me before I don't know what to expect. I see Rocky has a cage over his dick as the leader says Rocky is a piece of shit. The lights are turned on very bright as this is going to be filmed. As I lay there Rocky starts to work his manic on my dick he is told not to let me cum as that's for his hole. I'm really liking this and as I'm about to cum Rocky stops and I'm left with a raging hard on as the leader comes over with a ruler to Measure the length and girth of my dick and goes WOW. Rocky is now on all fours and I just go over and stick the head in Rocky hole, this is feeling great as the deeper I go as I can feel this is not Rocky first time getting something up his hole. As I go balls deep he is grunting as I can feel I'm bottom out in his hole. I in a hole for the first time and the feeling is incredible as I go back and forth picking up the pace I don't want to stop but I explode in his hole and as I pull out I'm still squirting out cum as I see Rocky hole dripping cum , I'm told to suck the cum coming out of his hole. After a cool down and getting hydrated with that bad tasting water I go back to fucking and sucking my load from Rocky hole, I put another 3 more loads in RockyIts. The leader says you will be great as your dick is still hard and ready to go again. I think I spent 2 month there are the weather was turning and it was July when I was kidnapped. A few weeks I had a bad cold and Rocky said I will be ok as that is being part of the brotherhood as everyone gets it sooner or later. When the leader comes by after I’m feeling better he says we are going on a trip. They give me some jeans , sweat shit and sneakers. Its dark out side and once inside the van I'm hand cuffs to the van. The leader says they are not sure if they can trust me yet. We drive for hours and stop for gas and I could have scream but I'm starting to like getting fuck and getting a chance to get my dick in a warm hole as back at the Lake I was called a freak for the size of my dick. When we stop at the hotel the leader says someone is going to come in for a 2 hour session with me and I'm to fuck them and let them suck my dick. There is a knock on the door and this 50 year old guy at the door , he comes in and get undress and hands me $600. I put the money away as I was told and drop my jeans. His reaction to my dick was WOW that's it's bigger than in the pictures. He is on his knees in a second with his mouth work his magic and I'm hard is a second. He ask if I fuck raw or safe only and I'm not really sure so I just say anyway you want. He say great as he like it raw. He breaks out a syringe and injects his arm and ask if I want any. I don't as I told him I'm working and have to stay hard. I go right to work and can feel that he has a well used hole as l slip right in without to much effort. I slow fuck him as I want to enjoy this as much as I can. I can feel by the motions of his body he is also having a good time and as I'm about to cum he is squeezing my dick and he is trying to get all of the load in his hole. As I pull out he turns around and his mouth is on my dick and doing a nice job of cleaning it. In the time I was with him I gave him another load and when he left I was given an extra $100. That day I fuck 3 more guys and 2 of they gave me extra money. The leader came in after the last one left and took the money and without a question I gave him the extra money. He said good boy as he has 1 more for me but my dick is raw, he says you won't need my dick but my hole. This customer will be with me for the rest of our stay in this hotel. He comes in with a few bags and a portable sling. He is maybe 30 and not bad looking. He starts to kiss me after I get out of my clothes as he is on leather chaps and wants me in the sling. I was told he is going to slam me and as he does it's a heavy one and this stuff is real strong. He kept me hydrated with good G. First he fuck me with his nice size dick. Then he put on the bed all sorts it toys some I have seen but most I have not. He takes his fingers and starts to probe my hole first 2 fingers then he picks up a metal spreader with this stringy lube and puts it in my hole real slow till it's all the way in. He is stroking my raw dick but everything is feeling great between the slam & G and how my hole is feeling as he keeps turning the screws to open me up more. He says he like opening young boys holes and making them his puppets. I'm having a good time as I'm getting into this as he pulls out the metal device out and wants to see how ready I am after he gives me another slam & some more G.

Saturday I answered an ad from a truck driver. He was at a local truck shop and was horny. He said he was a top and wanted to get sucked and maybe fuck. He said all had to be safe. I thought what the hell and answered the ad. He told me where he was and his truck had a sleeper. I went and found his truck. Opened the door and climbed in. He was maybe 30 and really well built. I started sucking him and he asked if he could fuck me. I said sure and pulled off my pants. He rubbed his raw dick around my ass and then suddenly slipped in. He said it felt so good he did not want to pot on a condom. He fucked me good for about 20 min. He said he was close and could he cum in my ass. I said sure and then almost immediately he came. He pumped three times before he was done. I left and in the drive home I could feel it leaking out.

I went to my Drs for a general health check. He's around 45, tall, not good looking but there's something about him. He's also always very touchy. He always puts his hand on your shoulder when saying hello or goodbye and sometimes strokes your arm. I've also noticed that when ever there's an opportunity to exam you're there with your top off or trousers down. He talks about his wife and children a lot, so I've always thought he's just voyeur and straight. He started asking questions about general health to which I replied the usual answers, no I don't smoke, yes I drink socially, 21 units etc. then it comes to diet, peeing and bowels. He then asks me to drop my trousers and underpants and get onto the exam table, bring my knees to my chest so he can insert a digit to feel my prostate. When he does this I'm sure he has inserted two fingers. He also seems to spend some time in there massaging my prostate. Heh! I'm a gay man and by now I have a hard on and am leaking some pre cum. He actually asked me if I liked this!! I replied yes but was a little taken aback as I wasnt expecting it. He then unbuckled his trousers, I heard them fall to the floor, I felt the tip of his dick on my butt cheek. In one movement he withdrew his fingers and inserted his dick, reach round and put his hand over my mouth. I was totally gob smacked. Right now I'm being raped by my Dr, I cant scream or shout. I tried to break free but I couldn't he was on top of me. He fucks me for about a minute, I hear him grunting and then he cums in me, withdraws. Tells me to get off the exam bed and pull up my trousers as if nothing had happened. He then tells me I'll need to make an appointment for next week for my blood results. I left, not really acknowledging what had happened. I'm confused. I sort of liked what happened, and have wanked over it since but it was my Dr. And in that respect I'm in shock by it. I've not yet booked my follow up, I can't decide if I should talk to someone about it. Anyone any views?

I have had no issues with Triumeq. Atripla was another story.

Jonny Quest

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Dad Pulled Dave and I aside later in the evening “So you horn dogs, what have you decided about the PreP? Take it or play roulette?” “Well Dad, as far as I can tell the damage has been done, yeah there is a chance we dodged the bullet, but let’s be realistic, Stuart has bred us pretty good and somewhat wreaked our holes” I quipped in “Sir Tom’s right, Stuart has bred us multiple times over a short period and his Bug most likely has begun working itself into our systems, we could do a post exposure regimen but that will only limit our fun this summer, I would rather just fuck around and take my chances before going to college in the fall, Dealing with it later” Dave added “Well boys I respect your Decisions, two of your brothers have decided to take the PreP, I won’t say who but, they have had limited exposure so far and decided that was the path they should choose “ With that he went back to the fire pit and joined John in an intimate embrace, we got up from the edge of the Hot tub and went forward to the sling where Ben was lovingly being pounded by Chris. I came up behind Chris and massaged his quivering buttocks, His Hole was slick from what I assumed was Bens load, Ted came up Behind me and wiggled a finger or two in my hole pressing me into Chris, my cock wedging into his pre-lubed hole. Ted began nibbling my ears as he gyrated against my ass, his ass working its way into my hole, forcing my engorged member to enter Chris, who began shaking as his load fired into Ben’s clenching orifice. Dave had been sucking Ben and edging him closer to release as Chris pounded into him, causing Ben to blast his load all over Dave’s face and abdomen. Chris was stuck between me and Ben and with Teds monster pressing into my second ring I could just keep grinding into my middle half-brothers rectum, with no place to go and Dave feeding him Bens Spunk, Chris licked the seed from Dave while his shrinking Phallus soon regained its rigidity and soon he was pounding into ben with renewed vigor. As Ted began Chewing on my neck and ear his breathing began to become heavy and he began grunting as he was soon blasting a huge load past my second ring filling me with his seed. Feeling the warmth of his load fill me I blasted into Chris Whispering into his ear “This may be one of my last negative loads” Chris moaned and filled Ben with another of his loads. Ted coming down off his Orgasmic high pulled out of my gaping hole and allowed me to slowly remove my tool from Chris, allowing him to stir his cream inside of Ben before withdrawing his spent member. Dave slid into Ben as Chris exited the sloppy hole, having been highly excited by the exchange of semen with Chris, he shot within a few minutes. So with a gut full of cum, I lead Dave below decks to our bunk, having worked a whole day we both were exhausted, and with the revelations of last night and this evening mentally fatigued as well. Spooning behind Dave, I nibbled on his neck and held him tight, and we were soon both fast asleep. Sometime in the night a third body invaded our bunk, this time it was Ben, who had traded off with Stuart, so that my older brother could spend some time with Ted And Chris. Ben had snuggled up behind me and as our close proximity stiffened his rod, slowly impaled me in my sleep on his engorged cock, as my tool slipped into Dave’s puckered hole as well, a slow rocking soon had the three of us lovingly fucking at a slow leisurely pace, after about 45 minutes of stimulation Dave suddenly groaned and flooded my grasping fist with his nocturnal cream, his ass muscles milking my cock, sent me over the edge as I began filling his ass with my milky load, as Ben unloaded in me. I awoke early to find Ben’s cock still buried in my hole, as mine was plugging Dave’s hole and leaking precum into his sloppy hole. Every motion buried Ben deeper in me or me into Dave as I wiggled to free myself I felt Ben spasm and cream my inside with another of his loads, before he rolled over and let me escape. I arose and headed to the fore deck where I stood attempting to piss when dad came up behind me, caressed my shoulders before dropping to his knees and taking my half flaccid cock in his mouth, coaxing the piss from my now throbbing tool. I finished empting my bladder then dad told me to hit the shower after waking up Dave and Ben. Dave joined me in the shower, as we soaped each other up playing grab ass, we so were told to hurry up as others had to prep for the day as well. We got out of the bathroom and dried off and dressed then sat down to a simple breakfast of cereal and toast. John handed out the day’s assignments and Ted guided the craft to the campgrounds, I was paired up with Chris, Dave was paired with Stuart, Ted and Dad, and Ben and John. Our morning duties were to clean up the last couple of Campsites and then check out the bath/toilet areas. Chris and I checked our map and went straight to work clearing the overgrowth and trash on the farthest sites and worked our way back towards the Bathrooms. The first site hadn’t been used much the previous year and the outside edges were overgrown with brush, so we set out clearing the brush first, Chris suddenly started to chuckle when he found a small pile of used condoms, most were beginning to deteriorate but upon closer inspection it appeared many had been tampered with and had contained trace amounts of semen rather than the larger dried up deposits of the others. We sweep them up and disposed of them in a trash can and finished clearing the few remaining tumbleweeds. Chris quipped on our way to the next site that “The first space must have been used last summer as a breeding ground for the horny and the shy, being somewhat isolated from the other spaces by a small grove of trees, but this year with the camp being so much popular we are going to need every campsite, especially on the holiday weekends” “Yeah, I bet many a boy got bred and gifted in that small clearing, initiated into the brotherhood” I added with a smirk, upon arriving at the next site I spied the stud from the bath house yesterday, I waved to him as he began to duck into his tent, he stood up showing off his bare torso and a keen six pack of abs with just a light dusting of fur, He was in loose fitting shorts which began tenting when he saw me acknowledge him. He walked over and introduced himself. “Hi I’m Chuck and my friend in the tent is Jay if he ever gets out of his sleeping bag” “Hey Chuck, glad to meet ya” I shot back at him “glad you got over your embarrassment from yesterday” With that he began to redden in the face, his blush was so cute, he must have been early twenties, just then a head popped out of his tent, a hot ginger who looked maybe 18 or 19, complete with freckled face and shoulders “Hey Babe, why don’t you come back and cuddle with me some more….” He started saying before seeing Chris and I witnessing his public display of affection, I grinned a knowing smile and winked at him. “Hey, me and my brothers are spending the summer on a houseboat down on the lake, and if you and Jay want to come by, let one of us know and we’ll make sure you get a invite, were limited to how many we can accommodate at once unless were moored” Chris told him as he headed back to his tent, he said he’d talk it over with Jay, and inform us when they were available. We went back to cleaning the area for another half hour or so. As we made our way to the next site we peeked into Chuck and Jay’s tent, which they had left the flaps open, and observed Chuck balls deep in Jays love tunnel. Chris looked at me then we both burst into horny laughter as we wandered away, our cocks tenting our jeans. We finished cleaning up the last of the overgrown campsites just before noon, in time to head over to join our brothers for lunch. As we ate I noticed several campers going to and fro the cantina to either get lunch or gather supplies to take back to their respective campsites. About half way through lunch I spotted Chuck and Jay emerging from the store with pre-made sandwiches in their hands, I waved them over and introduced them to my family. Chuck seemed to blush each time he looked at Dave and me, I thought it was cute until I realized I was doing the same every time he and Jay would touch, causing my cock to harden, I whispered in Dave’s ear “That’s the guy who watched us fuck in the bath house yesterday, and I saw him fucking his bf in their tent earlier” Dave chuckled then Whispered back “Yeah the ginger was in the bath earlier washing up when I went in for a piss, let’s just say he let me hose him down then took my load in his throat” We both chuckled, Chuck and Jay chatted with my brothers and Dads while Dave and I finished our lunches, Dave leaned over to me and gave me a peck on the check “Want to go for a quickie or save it up for tonight?” he asked casually “This being the last night of the floating orgy being just us bro’s I think I’ll save up my juice so I shoot larger loads” I responded “Cool I was thinking the same, bro. see ya tonight after work then” He gave me another kiss then headed out with John for his afternoon shift, I paired up with Ted now and Chris, Stuart and Ben got together for their afternoon chores. Todd went back to the cantina to do some inventory and do some training with the clerk he hired for the summer to handle the afternoon shifts, a cute 18yo brunette that I would learn was the son of one of his associates. The afternoon chores included restocking the bathing house and washing areas, and double checking the campsite registrations and checking on the campers who had checked in. We were still fairly empty with just a half of dozen sites out of the forty available occupied. Ted handed out to the new campers invites to Saturday and Sundays parties to the few studs who had checked in, Friday was already booked with 11 guys accepting invites to board at 4:30. By the time we were checking on the last campsite it was getting close to time to head back to the ARK as we began referring to the Houseboat, the inside joke was that over the next 12 weeks it would indeed become a vessel of changing lives We arrived at the ARK just as John was starting the engines and Chris was firing up the barbeque to cook the night’s dinner, Todd was untying the vessel and Dave jumped aboard, Ben and Stuart were in the galley prepping salad and vegetables while Ted and I headed inside to set up the evenings refreshments and do some last minute cleanups with the bedrooms, bathroom and dining/living areas. John guided the ARK across the water and into a cove that was different than the last couple nights, this one had a secluded beach a short swim from where we would moor the Ark next to a Floating Raft that was anchored about 25 feet from the beach, The raft was the same length as the ARK and about 12 feet wide. Once tied off and secured for the night the door on the stern was opened for access to the floating dock and Todd and John set up a dining table out on the dock. Hey if you boys want to take a quick swim to wash off the day’s grim John and I will Set out dinner As all of us had striped of our tee shirts on the way over and a couple had shucked their jeans as well we were actually in various stages of undress our muscles glistening with the days sweat I pulled off my jeans and Dave grabbed me from behind as I exited naked onto the dock, as we both fell into the water wrestling, Dave was naked too and I could feel his erection pressing into my back and thighs. Soon the short distance between the raft and the shore was traversed and the beach was now occupied by 6 hot studs naked with partial hard-ons grappling with each other. We were in and out of the water swimming between the beach and shore in water that much to my surprise was warm compared to the rest of the lake. When we all got back to the Raft and climbed out Todd explained that while much of the lake was freed from snow run-off this was one of many of cove where the water is trapped and is heated in the shallow cove by the daily sunshine. We ate dinner in the buff as our dads took a quick swim just before joining us, all the food had be put out on the table with covers on it to keep out the bugs and torches with citronella were lite on the corners of the raft we ate hardily and soon we were filled and sat around shooting the bull, discussing the daily events and our observations of the various campers. After dinner we helped clean up and put the table back onto the ARK along with the folding chairs. We all retreated to the top deck of the ARK and Dave and myself hit the hot tub each with a drink in our hands and each other in our free hand. Chris and Ted joined us and Stuart came up with a new member to our crew “Hey Guys I want to introduce Alan, my slutty Boyfriend who arrived just a bit ago and was ferried out here by the marina attendant while we were inside cleaning up dinner, I just found him lounging on the fore deck.” Alan was a nice looking Pacific Islander with a great build and an intoxicating smile. I could see why my Brother fell for him, he didn’t have the biggest cock of our group but he was no shrimp with about 7 inches sticking out in front of him drooling precum. He and Stuart sat on the rim of the hot tub as Dave and I Traded turns sucking their meat in, the other bros took turns as well feeling up the new guy and I soon was making out with Alan while he worked his cock into my hot hole, Stuart insisting I get the first load from his boy Alan, who was whispering into my ear between kisses “You like riding the death stick that knocked up your brother don’t you?” “Fuck yeah, you going to knock me up too arnt you? “Damn right if your brother hasn’t succeeded yet I will definitely Poz you up by the time the summers over” He was beginning to pound me hard wrecking my hole “You ready for my toxic load stud” “Hell yeah give me Your Death seed “ As he pushed deeper exploding in my guts coating my rectum with his toxic nut. As he pulled out Dave moved in and began licking my ass and cleaning up the leaking sperm as I cleaned Alan’s cock of my ass juices and his sperm, as Dave was rimming me Stuart stepped up and shoved his cock deep in his ass and pounded my boy/bro hard and fast till he exploded with is load as well. By the time Alan and Stuart were finished planting their first loads of spunk in Dave and me the others were engaging in some hot orgy action, I was raging hard and needed a hole to plow and soon was buried deep in Ted as Dave buried his cock in Todd’s hole fucking the man who gave him life and dumping his seed in his dad. After about a couple hours of fucking and sucking John stepped up and announced “Tomorrow starts the long Holiday weekend so I suggest you all turn in and get some rest” Stuart told us he was sleeping with the dads and asked if we minded sharing our bunk with Alan, we both agreed it would be our pleasure

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