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Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

As I pick myself up off the cold tile floor and start collecting my clothing strewn about and get dressed and make my way to the elevator; the janitor is sitting on a chair at the end of the hall with a disgusted face and then smiles as the door opens and I get on. The ride home is a blur; all I can think about is how I got myself into a situation that went from fantasy to reality in hours. I look like hell, my jaw hurts, cum dried on my face, my ass hurts and leaking cum or blood or both. The biggest part was I was fucked raw by a bunch of poz black guys and was on my way home to a wife. When I get home, my wife asks if I am ok, that I look under the weather, I just agree that I was not feeling well and was going to bed. I never took a shower or washed my face, as she laid next to me, all I could do is think of how I was going to explain this or get out of next week’s meeting. The next day at work, I surfed the wed for signs and symptoms of HIV and kept reliving the prior night of smoking their drugs and going from a rape to me begging to be their bitch. The week passed rather quick and I was heading back to the support group after calling and telling my wife I would be late again. As I got off the elevator and approached the office area, my counselor was at the counter and greeted me with a rather friendly approach, asking if I got a lot out of last week’s session? I was shaking so bad heading for the room, hoping none of my rapist would show, but no such luck. As I walked in the room they were all seated toward the back and the only open seat it seems was between two of them. Everyone in the room had what seemed a death stare at me as I walked to my seat around the big table and sat down. The leader of the group leaned over and asked me how my faggot white ass was feeling? I didn’t say anything, then I felt his hand reach over and grab my crotch and squeeze to the point tears where forming and asked me again how my faggot white ass was doing? I said I was ok and please let go. The leader just smirked as he released me stating that he owned me and will do what he wants! During the meeting the leader passed me a note telling me to write my number down, I did as I was told; and a few min later my phone went off, on looking at the message, it was from the leader with pictures of me in the bathroom from last week. At the break, everyone left but the leader and me, I was told to stay where I was. After everyone left the leader told me to stand up and pull my pants down and bend over the table, and he had better not have to tell me twice. Without thinking, or just plain scared, I dropped my pants and bent over. I was then told to spread my ass cheeks, as I had them spread I heard the leader pull something from his pocket and felt the tip of something go in my ass and a liquid squeezed into my ass. Damn I started to protect that it burned and what the hell was that he just put in my ass. The leader just smacked my ass HARD and told me he owned that ass and would and could and will put anything he wants up my faggot white cunt and all I will do is say thank you sir! The group started returning to the room as I finished pulling up my pants and sat down, with those coming in looking at me oddly. The counselor came in with a stack of papers stating that they were questioners for free insurance by the state for HIV men, he finished passing them out and stated that when we had finished we could leave them at the counter because he had to leave and the janitor said he would be happy to lock up for him. I was so glad that the counselor had left when he did, because I began to feel really fucking strange, like I was the prey and was about to be eaten by all these black poz men. As I tried to fill out my form and the leader asked me how I was feeling; I told him that I felt like I was on a cloud floating and felt great. He then took my form and said he would write my answers down for me since I seemed out of sorts, not knowing he was coping my emergency contact name and number down which was my wife’s. one of the leaders guys then went over to the door and told those who didn’t want to watch or participate to leave. I don’t really remember who if any did leave. The leaders buddy then turned some of the lights out, but enough were on that everyone could see. Then leader then told me to stand up and strip, I knew at this point it was use less to argue and with the way I was feeling, didn’t really care if they all saw me naked. I was naked and standing in r, room of hiv positive black men who wanted to use my body for their sexual pleasure and at this point I wanted them too. One of the leaders buddies now had his pants down and pulling on his engorged cock asking me if I saw anything I wanted, I was on my knees licking and sucking on his cock like my life depended on it, I was in love with cock, black cock, feeling the texture, the tasted of his pre cum on my tongue and hearing him calling me a good cock sucking faggot white boy, which was turning me on even more hearing him tell me what I now know was true. I was a faggot, a cocksucking faggot who loved cock in my mouth, being used for a cum dump. The cock was pulled from my mouth and I was directed to another guy seated on the table naked and waving his cock at me, I bent over and devoured it, licking the shaft, running my tongue around the head, hearing directions of how to lick his balls and lift his balls to lick the underneath between his balls and ass. The leader then said I was doing a great job and learning my place as a faggot bitch to serve black men and other dominate men who needed a fag to use. I then felt what I had been waiting for, a cock was at my ass, or as they called it my faggot pussy. The first guy I was sucking asked if I wanted his cock in my faggot pussy, and I took my mouth off the other guys cock long enough to say YES PLEASE, FUCK ME with that black monster. He slid that cock in my ass and I was in heaven as I went back to servicing the cock on the table. The guy fucking my ass kept telling me that I was a tight faggot cunt and that before the night was over, a truck would be able to drive up my ass. The leader then leaned down and asked if I wanted their cum in my mouth and pussy, I looked at the leader who had his phone out recording what I was doing and just said yes, I want all the cum I can get! The leader then asked, you know we are all poz and by the end of the evening I would probably be poz too, and asked if I wanted that? I was so drugged up at that point and just said YES, give me you poz cum, make me poz I don’t care, just don’t stop fucking my holes with those cocks. The leader then asked if I would go home and fuck my wife with by faggot poz cock and knock her up or tell her you were a faggot for cock and leave her for men who would make him a bitch for cock and cum? I stopped sucking long enough to tell him I would do whatever it takes to keep getting black cock in my holes and feel their seed flooding my holes. The guy in my ass was now fucking me with determination and bellowed he was cumming and slammed ball deep and held himself there as he flooded my insides with his toxic load, and I was loving it. The guy I was sucking didn’t last much longer, telling me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue , I did as he asked and saw wave after wave of cum shooting in my mouth and on my tongue, the leader said for me not to swallow it yet. I was told to close my mouth and swish the cum around my mouth and then open it and show the camera, and I did, I was then told to swallow it and show the camera that it was all gone. I did with the devilish grin and licked my lips to prove I wanted it and more. The leader then told me to get on the my knees and to get ready to be one of them…….

I had dated the same girl throughout high school, and I loved her dearly, tall, slender, redhead; but she was as wild as I had heard from other in their relationships, she loved sex any time, any place, and would love to finger my ass after she came to get me to cum. but I like to read about sex stories a lot. I came across breeding zone on gay story search and found things very erotic, love the interracial stories, about men and women. The stories about guys bug chasing seemed well, farfetched. So one day I am doing my online searches and Poz stories about black men breeding white boys got me off a few times that day, but I then found an ad about support groups for HIV infected men; well I had to see for myself if it was true what these stories boast about. I called the number and spoke with a guy who stated that they were starting a group in downtown of the city and the only requirement was that I had HIV; I lied and stated yes, he gave me the address and time and hope to see me there. So the date rolls around and I drive from my suburb city downtown and find the address of a rather old dilapidated building and go in and up to the fourth floor where I met the guy behind the counter and after filling out some paperwork with a fictitious name and address he led me into a conference room where the table was like 15 feet long by 4 or 5 feet wide. To my surprise were 9 black men ranging in age from 35 to maybe 50 and appeared to be from all walks of life. I think they were just as surprised to see a skinny 18 year old white kid being walked in by the counselor. After the counselor called the meeting, he had us go around the room and introduce ourselves and why we were there, everyone had a story to tell on how they were infected and the most veritable was drugs and sex with other men. When it came my turn, I used some of the other stories and put my own together with the part that I had been infected by a black man. Then counselor asking agitated on how I knew it was a black man, I told him that since I lived in the city, I was seduced by a black man and only had sex with black guys in the park or at black guys homes that liked to use white guys, boy did the smiles break out around the room. The counselor then asked what we were all looking for in the group sessions, of course I just stated that I wanted someone or other people to talk to about my problem. At the end of the meeting and some more paperwork, we all headed out. I stopped off on the second floor to pee before I headed home since it was a good drive back. As I entered the bathroom, there were four of the guys in my group standing around smoking what smelled like weed and one guy standing at one of the two urinals. I just stated “HI” and walked up to the other urinal and started to pee when one of the guys smoking asked if I wanted to hit the pipe. Not wanting to be rude, I stated “Sure”, I had also noticed the guy next to me was pulling on his cock and was getting longer by the second, he made sure he was back far enough for me to see his growing cock. As I put away my now hardening cock back in my pants and zipped up, I turned and walked up to the other three who handed me the pipe and gave me a lighter; after several hits, I asked what kind of weed was this, that it was more potent than any I had ever smoked before. They all laughed and stated it had T in it, not sure what T was, but didn’t want to act stupid and just accepted it as a more potent weed made. I was flying pretty well when they asked me if I liked being a bitch to black men? I of course not wanting to give away my real reason for being there, just said “Yes”. They turn me around and the guy at the urinal had his pants down stroking a big black cock and just told me to get to work. His cock as coal black and big as it was, scared the shit out of me, yet I was mesmerized by it also that a cock could be that big. He walked up to me and stated “what the fuck you waiting for, bitch boy; get the fuck on your knees and suck my big black cock”. I guess he didn’t like to wait and grabbed my hair and pulled me down to his cock, which caused me to go to my knees hard. “Open that fucking white mouth and take what you love, Bitch”. I opened my mouth to tell them the real reason I was there, but I never got the words out, only his cock in. This guy grabs the back of my head and starts to face fuck me all the time telling what a good group bitch I was about to come. As he hit the back of my throat with his cock and tried to get it down my throat, I started to gag and though I was going to throw up; that is when he had me hit the pipe a few more times and sent me flying higher and then came the brown bottle later found to be poppers which let this guy get his cock down my throat. I then heard a sound that was more frightening than before, zippers of the other guys going down; Fuck, I was going to suck all four of these guys cocks? I just wanted to try and run and not look back, but I could see I had nowhere to run and no one to call for help. I could see out of the corners of my eyes the other guy’s cocks as they were stroking them waiting their turn. I knew I was destine to suck all four of their cocks, the first thing I had forgot about was that I was going to be swallowing their seaman or as the first guy started saying, “yeah, white bitch, get ready to take this charged nut down that faggot white throat”; then it dawned on me, “Charged” fuck, they were going to make me swallow their poz cum. I pulled back and told the guy face fucking me that I had to tell them something first; he pushed me back on my ass and stated “what the fuck does a white punk bitch got to say to us, except that you love these nigger cocks and want us to make you our bitch for the next 9 weeks”. The tears started to flow as I told them the real reason I was there and that I had never sucked cock or been poz. They all looked around at each other and then me on the floor, the guy who had been face fucking me started to laugh and reached out his hand to me and help me up, stating “ that’s ok white boy, I get it, you wanted to check out us black poz guys”, he then stated no hard feeling and offered me the pipe; taking the pipe to not only to relax, but to show them I was sorry and no hard feelings, I took a deep hit, but this time it was strangely different, my head went into dream land, and all I could hear was that I was loving the pure T in the pipe. The next thing I know is they are all rubbing their hands all over my body and squeezing my cock, the guy that had been face fucking me handed me the pipe, and I tried to refuse, but he squeezed my balls and I inhaled deep from the pain and now barely able to stand. I was feeling so high and warm and now a funny feeling of hornyness had come over me, but I did not know that it was the drugs doing this to me, I was just in a daze. Then next thing I know is my t-shirt was lifted off me and one of the guys had undone my jeans and had them around my ankles along with my underwear. One of them hit me behind my knees causing me to go back to my knees on the floor, where I felt my pants yanked off. The black guy who was face fucking me, said the party was just starting and that they were going to make me a chemed up bitch for black cock before I left, he then walked up to my face with his cock now at my lips and demanded I open my faggot white mouth and get to my new job pleasing his cock. I opened my mouth, not knowing what else to do and began to suck his cock, he then told me how the grab his shaft and cup his balls and to use a lot of spit to get his cock ready to bred me. I was given more hits of poppers and found myself now sucking this giant black cock willingly or at least the drugs had me sucking and starting to feel like it was no big deal, not that the name calling and hair grabbing was not helping. It seemed the more they called me a faggot, bitch, and what they were going to do to me; well I just became what I thought I should be; to service these magnificent black cocks with my now cocksucking white mouth. The guy face fucking me told me to use a lot of spit, because that was what was going to be used to breed my faggot white cunt, and that I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week when they were done with me. The strange part was that the other three were just standing there with their cocks in hand, but not being aggressive like the guy in my mouth; maybe he was the leader and they were waiting their turn, maybe they just wanted to watch and I would get out of there with just sucking or getting fucked by one cock. Then I thought the later was true, if I got this leader off in my mouth, my ass would be spared and I would never come back or talk about this to anyone. After I got the leaders cock hard and sucking as if my ass depended on it; and it did, he looked down at me and almost knew what I was doing, “think you get this cock off before I take that cherry white ass? Not going to happen bitch”. He then grabbed my hair and stood me up and walked me up to the sink and pushed my face down at the bowl and kicked my feet apart; I then felt what felt like spit on my ass, and this guy now had his cock at the entrance of my ass. The leader then leaned over me and whispered in my ear to hold tight and let him in and it wouldn’t hurt so bad, but it is going to hurt at first, then I hope you love getting fucked as much as I am going to love making you our bitch boy!! His cock started to push and of course I was attempting to hold tight, but one of the other guys came up and slapped my ass HARD and the leader slapped my face, that I forgot about the pain around my ass and thought about the other slaps and in his cock started. I SCREAMED out loud to the point they all started laughing and calling me a queer little bitch who just didn’t know how much I was going to learn to love black meat. One of the guys came up on the other side and gave me the pipe and then a hit of poppers, but my screams made someone notice, an older black guy, I think the janitor walked in and asked “what the fuck was going on”, the look on the janitors face was a look of taken back of four naked black guys and a naked with boy getting fucked in the ass. The fourth guy told the janitor to “get the fuck out and not say a thing or they would make him take my place”; the janitor turned and left as fast as he came in stating he don’t see a fucking thing. The leader never even stopped for a second, just kept pushing further and further up my ass until I felt his balls slapping against mine. A couple more hits of the pipe and poppers I was so fucked up, I hadn’t even noticed that I was now in a slow moan and not screaming to stop, but feeling like a used bitch in heat, I think I was even pushing back somewhat. The leader was now looking at his friends stating “look at white boy shaking his ass, he is liking it”; the leader then told one of the guys to use the other end. One of the guys then pulled me off the sink and they got me to my knees without the leader ever pulling out, I know had a black cock at my mouth and I just opened up and let him in. I never felt so sexy as I did right now, I was a white bitch who was satisfying black men’s cocks and I was liking it, no loving it. My ass and mouth were being used like a girl’s cunt and mouth and I wanted what they do, CUM a lot of cum. The more poppers under my nose, the more I sucked like it was my last, and at that point I was praying I would see these guys again and let them use me. The leader then began to fuck me with a passion, no a mission, FUCK he was about to cum, cum in me and he was poz, his poz cum was about to fill my ass. The leader stated “yeah bitch boy, I am going to cum in that now faggot white cunt and make you a poz chasing black cock bitch. The leader roared and pushed deep and held his cock deep in my ass and asked me if I could feel my life change, because I was now the property of black men who needed to get off. The black cock in my mouth was right behind the leader tell me if I didn’t swallow every drop he would kick my ass all over the bathroom. The pulsing of his cock now evident as I felt the first of several spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and he just kept telling me to swallow; and I did, I was not happy with the pungent taste, but I didn’t want to get beat up more! The guy that had just cum in my mouth and patted my faced stating that I did a good job, but would get better. The leader then pulled out of my ass, fuck did that feel different. The leader then walked up to my face and presented his cock, “get to work and clean me up BITCH”. I really didn’t want to suck a cock that just got out of my ass, but the third guy got down between my legs and shoved his cock ball deep into my ass. I didn’t have time to think as I opened my mouth to scream again, but found the leaders cock in my mouth telling me to be a good cocksucking white bitch and start cleaning, I could taste his cum, my ass and blood, but just did as I was told, knowing I was now defeated. I was cleaning a poz cock that had just raped my ass, had cum, shooting poz cum in my ass and swallow his friends cum and now getting fucked again by another poz cock. As the leader was satisfied that I had done my job, he pulled out and the fourth guy just looked at me with his cock in front of me, I just opened up and took him in, with a few more hits of poppers, I was back in heaven being bred at both ends knowing that I was going to get two more poz loads in me. The guy in my ass grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with a vengeance and I know that he was going to fill me with his hot seed. I heard the leader call me and as looked over I saw he had his phone pointed at me taking either photos or videos of me, I tried to look away, but was ordered to turn and look at him. The leader then looked at the other two and told them to “Do it to him”. They both pulled out and jacked their cum all over my ass and face and then shoved them both back into my holes with cum dripping on my back and down my face and seeing that the camera was still focused on me, I knew I would be at their beck and call till they tired of me. After the other two pulled out, I fell on my stomach and layed there feeling cum dripping down my waist, legs, and face as they all go dressed and told me now to be late for the next meeting if I knew what was good for me. They all walked out laughing, high fiving each other, the leaders last works I heard was, we got another white cunt to turn.

I have been reading and getting LOADS of pleasure from so many of you guys' stories, I thought I would try to return the favor. This is my first attempt so any constructive criticism will be appreciated. The story is a mix of truth and fantasy based on my own experiences and those of others I know. Hope you enjoy! Standing behind the high-back leather chair occupied by my leather daddy in his harness and chaps, I reached around each side of the chair and took hold of his hard eraser-sized nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and immediately begin applying pressure and twisting them. I heard my leather daddy moan then growl his approval and sexual arousal as expected, knowing how sensitive his big nips were and how they are hot-wired straight down to his fat cut 8 inch leather daddy cock. I knew that with each twist, pull, tug or flick on the edge of his nips his always-horny dick would throb and vibrate, spewing out oozings of his hot poz precum. Many times sitting between his legs licking his hairy balls while he played with his own nips I would be almost hypnotized seeing his dick's reaction to the nip play. But tonight I couldn't see the excited throbbings and twitchings of daddy's dick from the sensations on his nips. No, my view of daddy's dick was blocked by the thick-haired head of the hot high young bi sub pig that was eagerly making love to daddy's cock with his wet warm mouth. He had arrived at daddy's house just a little more than 30 minutes ago and had been worshipping that meaty slab of meat for almost the past 15 minutes, stopping only 3 brief times - once to make out with me when he first started sucking that dick and I was sharing it with him (that was before daddy had told me to get behind his chair and work his nips), and then twice to take 2 HUGE hits off the pipe at daddy's direction. Daddy had told me before the young sub had arrived that he had plans for that sexy bi boy tonight and into tomorrow and that plan required that we make sure we keep him tweaked and horny the whole time. And the stuff daddy had for the pipe this weekend was very strong. We would make sure he was kept right at the edge of being horny and piggy without being too out of it. And from daddy's moans and the wet slurping noises it was apparent that right at this moment the little piggy was very horny and very ready to please "our" leather daddy. As I stroked daddy's nips with my thumbs, causing him to arch his back and growl again, I leaned forward over the back of the chair, licking at the sweat on his neck and whispered to him, "Is that a good mouth on your dick? Does that sub boy know how to treat his daddy's big cock?" Daddy had just started a big hit off the wipe as I asked the question so he didn't answer immediately. Daddy had great lung capacity and inhaled on his hits longer than anybody I knew. Still working his nips I watched as he finally removed the flame from the bowl sucked in one last time, held it then blew out a fucking monstrous cloud that totally blocked out the young pig on the floor between his legs. "So hot, Sir!" I whispered. Tina clouds always make me horny. And I knew this one was going to ramp up daddy's horniness big time, especially with what he planned this weekend for the handsome boy currently sucking his cock. That boy had no idea daddy was poz (or that I was too). And he for sure didn't know daddy had stopped his meds 3 weeks ago. If daddy had it his way - and I knew he would - the beautiful young chemmed up pig sucking daddy's cock would find out all about daddy before going home tomorrow and he would be on the way to becoming just like the daddy he was intent on pleasing in every way. Oh, if he only knew where that was going to lead him! **I know it's kind of a slow start guys but needing to set the background and scene. Let me know if you think I should continue. Thanks!**

Part 3, One quarter of the way around the Circle That amazing all night fuck fest at the Four Seasons had been just over two months ago. But between school work, and then that nasty bout with the flu he had come down with a few weeks later, (and then all the work to try and catch up on everything he had missed while out sick for a week), this was the first time Yasser had had a chance hook up since that night (although he spent every free moment jerking off to memories of that night.) After a lot of internal debate, Yasser had just posted his ad on Craig's List that morning before he took the train over to Philly and then only chceked his email for replies infrequently while on the train. He had not been sure about posting the ad. On one hand he was here for the Model U.N. program which was important - it would look good on his resume and he was hoping to network and make some good professional contacts. So, he should be going to bed early. On the other hand... he would be in a new hotel room.... how could he not have sex in it? And he was so fucking horny. And once the program started he was not sure he would have any free time to hook up. But on the other hand he should be good and go to bed (alone) early and get some rest..... and so he spent the train trip from NYC to Philly in a continuing internal battle. But as soon as he walked into the hotel lobby he knew he had been right to post the ad. Hotels were like Viagra for him now. He had gotten rock hard the moment he had stepped through the hotel door. He should have known that he would have this almost Pavlovian response. For him now "hotels = sex." So now all thoughts of being good and going up to his room and going over the material for tomorrow were banished. He was happy that he had placed the ad - and even happier that he had replied to the email from the "horny redhead." As soon as he got up to the hotel room he would send the guy his room number and hopefully confirm hooking up. His cock was leaking in anticipation as he took the elevator up to the 8th floor. At this point he would have been happy with sex with anyone tonight. But the "redhead" claimed to be his age, which would make him about 15 to 20 years younger than anyone he had ever had sex with before. That added a new layer of excitement to what lay ahead. He wondered if the redhead would be as adventuresome as the man from the 4 Seasons. After two months with no sex, any sex would be OK.... but that night 2 months ago had opened his eyes to how mind blowing "real" sex could be. It could be so much more than just fucking/getting sucked -- or occasionally getting fucked/sucked off by some middle aged married man who got nervous as soon as he came and then wanted Yasser to leave. That night at the 4 Seasons he had learned what it was like to be covered in sweat and cum, laying in bed next to a hot man who was also covered on sweat and cum. A man who was not freaking out and making up reasons for Yas to leave, but was resting up for the second - (and then even a third round) -where the sex and climax would be even more intense - more mind blowing than even that first explosive orgasm had been. He was looking forward to sharing all that the man at the Four Seasons had passed on to him, and maybe if he was lucky - learning and expanding his sexual knowledge with this new adventure. So, here he was, freshly showered. This time being the one waiting for the knock on the door, rather than to being the one in the hall knocking. It felt odd, being on this side of the door, as if he had graduated or something. He had never "hosted" before, and he felt that being the host that it was his responsibility to make it a memorable evening, to set the tone, to offer something special. To make sure that his guest had a sexual experience he would never forget. It made him a little nervous, what if the "cute redhead" wasn't really cute? Well it was too late now, nothing he could do about that except hope. He was also excited - standing there with just the damp hotel towel wrapped low enough around his thin waist so that the top of his massive tangle of pubes was showing over the top of the towel. On the other side of the door, Jonathan was also a little nervous. This was the first time he had ever hooked up without knowing what the guy looked like. Yes they had both exchanged descriptions but.... The guys on Grinder all had photos, and one of the advantages of going to NYU was being on walking distance of gay bars, which meant you actually met the guy in person before deciding if you wanted to accept his invite back to his place. Jonathan was cute. And he was a redhead - (which was a turn on for some guys). Most people assumed that with his kinky/curly red hair and his pale milky white skin that he was Irish, but he was in fact a Russian Jew. He kept his hair trimmed short so that it would not look too much like a 1960's "Jewish Fro" that it did when it grew longer. He was 5'8" with a nice lean naturally smooth "twinkie" build making him look younger than his 21 years, so he was always getting carded at the bars. The only hair he had on his body was a small thin patch in his armpits and a small but very thick tangle of bright red pubes right on top of his really nice fat 7" cut cock. His cock had a nice fat mushroom head that guys loved to suck and loved to take up their butt. He had a nice milky white smooth bubble butt, that was tight and firm and totally hairless, even in his crack. It was, as he was frequently told by the guys who wanted to fuck him, a "sweet fuckable ass." But that line didn't work too well on him, he didn't mind sucking cock, but he had never liked getting fucked. While he looked like an innocent twink bottom, he was naturally assertive and preferred to top. Fortunately there seemed to always be a shortage of tops, so he had never had any trouble finding a bottom to fuck. But tonight's hookup was a total mystery. The guy had said he didn't have any photos on his phone so couldn't send any. But his description he had given sounded hot, and what the fuck he was out of town and wanted something new. And, if he was really an old troll, he could just say "sorry, I was looking for room 920, I must have gotten off on the 8th floor by mistake" But he was horny and so this was worth the gamble. So there it was, room 820. He took a deep breath and knocked. As the door opened, Jonathan let out a sigh of relief and felt his cock start to harden, the gamble had paid off. The guy WAS hot. Being naturally smooth, almost hairless Jonathan had always been turned on my hairier guys. It was hard not to reach out and run his fingers through the thick coarse black hair that covered his firm pecs, and then his eyes followed that dark furry treasure trail down to that bit of pubes that was showing.... DAMN!!! He was glad that he had stuffed a few extra condoms in his pocket as he was leaving his hotel room. He hoped this might be one of the rare times when the guy was interested in more than just a quick fuck and then a good bye. Yasser also felt that old tingle in his groin. Damn this little redhead was really cute, and supposedly they were the same age, though he looked a lot younger..... this could be fun. Jonathan smiled and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Jonathan." "Yas" came the startled reply as they shook hands. Never once in the almost two years he had been hooking up with men in hotel rooms had anyone ever asked his name, much less offered their name. This greeting caught Yasser so off guard, that he had not only given his real name, but the shortened nickname only used by family and close friends. They stood momentarily smiling at each other, still shaking hands until, remembering that he was standing at the open door wearing only a towel that was not exactly hiding the growing hardness of his cock, he invited the redhead, no, invited "Jonathan" into the room and offered his guest something to drink, "We could see what is in the Mini Bar" "No, I am fine" came the reply as Jonathan shut the door behind him. Yasser hesitated for a moment, still not comfortable in the role of host. He didn't want this to be just cold mechanical sex like he had had with all the other men, he wanted it to be passionate and primal like that night at the 4 Seasons, so without saying anything else, he leaned in for a kiss, and was eagerly kissed back. Their tongues made initial tentative explorations. Probing. Tasting. Feeling. Until they finally broke off and their faces pulled away slightly from each other, their noses just not quite touching - they both opened their eyes - trying to read the other person. "So..." Yasser started to say with a shy smile. The redhead didn't give him time to finish the sentence, he merely smiled back and leaned in himself for another kiss, one hand gripping Yas by the back of the neck while with his other hand he undid Yasser's towel which fell to the floor. Yas melted into Jonathan's mouth, wrapping both his arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. Somewhere in the back of his brain he felt the buttons of Jonathan's shirt pressing into his naked torso, his naked legs against the redheads jeans. Jonathan's cock, trapped inside those jeans was desperate to get out - he could feel Yas's equally hard naked cock as if it were a red hot poker tying to burn its way through the fabric. He also felt, and tasted, Yas's tongue pushing again into his mouth probing, no longer tentative, but insistently - as if to claim dominance - Jonathan's tongue pushed back. They dueled. Explored. Each fighting for control. They griped each other tighter -as if maybe, if they pulled each other closer their bodies would merge. The kiss went on. Slowly Jonathan's tongue retreated and Yas's pursued seemingly to claim ownership. Dominance. Jonathan did not consciously submit. But deep down some switch clicked. Eventually they both had to come up for air. Their eyes locked - studying each other. Normally at this point Jonathan would have subtly pushed his hook-up to his knees to service his cock. Instead, not knowing why, he slowly sank down to his own knees, placed his hands on Yas's slim hips and stared at the beautiful cock sticking out from the thick black bush. He opened his mouth and swallowed the dark cock. Pulling in into his mouth - tasting it. When he had swallowed all of it he felt Yas's low hanging hairy balls swing into his chin and his nose was buried in the bush, he inhaled. There was no sweat, Just the faint aroma of hotel soap. Yasser griped Jonathan by the head, feeling his short kinky hair against the soft palms of his hand. Jonathan didn't resist, he just let out a soft whimper and seemingly tried to swallow more of Yas's thick cock. "Damn" thought Yas, after all those weeks it felt good to have something other than his own hand pleasuring his cock - and this guy was good - his mouth felt amazing - that talented tongue was doing wonderful things to Yas's cock. He was getting lost in the sensation just as Jonathan, the guy who considered himself almost a total top, somewhere in the back of his brain was also lost in the sensation of having this cock in his mouth. He was losing control, or maybe giving up control. Somewhere deep down another switch clicked. He didn't know why he had sunk to his knees instead of pushing Yas to his, so that he could be shoving his cock down Yas's throat. All he did know was that he wanted to worship this beautiful cock that was in his mouth. He was beginning - not that he realized it yet - to need that cock. He ran his hands up Yas's torso following the thick treasure trial that served as a road map, til his finger tips found the thick pelt of fur covering the hard pecs. He ran his fingers through the hair, just enjoying the sensation of that thick course hair, until his finger tips found Yas's rock hard nips. He played with them for a little while and then twisted, causing Yas to let out a moan. Jonathon continued playing with Yas's nips while deep throating Yas's long fat cock. Finally, Yasser let out a gasp and pulled his cock out of Jonathan's mouth but still kept his hands gripping the sides of the guys head. Yas tilted Jonathan's head back so he could look him in the eyes. "Damn you are really good but was getting close and I want this to last." And then changing mood he grinned down playfully at the redhead he asked "And how come I am the only one naked in this room?" Jonathan grinned back at the hot dark guy looming above him "You have a point, why are you?" he said standing up and peeling off his clothes as fast as possible. The room was not big, so by the time, with Yas's help, Jonathan was also naked they were standing next to the bed. The stood there, both momentarily hesitating, naked in front of each other - the tips of both of their rock hard cocks, not quite touching, but connected by a thin strand of precum that had leaked out of their piss slits. Yasser's, 7" cock stuck straight out from his mass of thick black pubes that surrounded his cock and his low hanging hairy balls. Jonathan's, fat 7" curved up slightly, like a banana, out of an equally dense, if much smaller patch of tangled kinky bright red hair just at the top of his cock - his balls also low hanging, were pink and hairless. They stood like that for a few moments- their eyes moving quickly studying each other's bodies - both being equally aroused by the contrasts. Yas wanting to explore the tight lean almost hairless body and Jonathan being equally turned on by the taller boys darker skin and all of that dark dense hair, wondering if his chest hair and pits would also gave that faint smell of hotel soap. Yas moved first. pushing Jonathan down onto the bed and pouncing on top of him, Yas stared down briefly at this fucking adorable redhead. He hadn't realized how hot it would be to play with someone who was his own age. And, Damn! he was cute, he loved how smooth he was with only the hint of dark red fuzz in his pits. He took all this in quickly before lowering his face down to kiss. This time Jonathan opened his mouth eagerly- accepting the penetrating tongue into his mouth. Welcoming the probing. But soon Jonathan's natural instinct to be the leader in sex resurfaced and he pushed Yas on to his back rolling on top of him. Pushing his tongue into Yas's mouth. Then after a while, Yas's re-asserted himself and Jonathan found himself on his back again. They alternated back and forth until when Yas was on top he broke off kissing and slid his tongue down Jonathan's neck. Licking, sucking, nibbling his way down to where the neck meets the shoulder and gave a playful bite. Jonathan gave an involuntary moan. As Yas bit down again, harder this time, Jonathan, not knowing why, wrapped his legs around Yas's legs. He enjoyed the the feel of his almost smooth legs against Yas's hairy ones. Yas bit down again - this time even harder and longer. Sucking. He knew somehow that it would be OK if he accidentally left a hickey. That in fact he could leave a mark there. Would leave a mark there. That excited him. All those married men he had always to been so paranoid about marks that he had always had to hold back. Those meetings had just been about sucking and fucking. The man at the 4 Seasons had not cared. Not having to be careful was part of what had added to the excitement of that night. It is when Yas had learned the difference between fucking and sex. He understood somehow that Jonathan was not worried either, as long as it felt good Jonathan would go along for the ride. Yas didn't have to be careful. He could be reckless. This realization was like letting the flood gates that had started to open that night at the 4 Seasons, now opened fully, and the last of Yas's sexual inhibitions were washed away. Yas continued to bite down hard and Jonathan gave another involuntary moan and wrapped his legs tighter around Yas. A jolt of electricity seemed to run from the bite mark to his ass.... making his ass tingle, and start to get hungry. Yas sensed this and it made him more aggressive with the licking, biting, and sucking. Both of them were carried along with the flow of sexual energy that passed between them. Yas attacked Jonathan with wild abandon letting his instincts take over. His mouth worked on Jonathan's neck, and down to his nipples and back again. At the same time his hands were exploring Jonathan's lean silky smooth nearly hairless body. Jonathan felt the energy flow back and forth between whatever part of his body Yas was attacking and his ass. As Yas explored his body, Jonathan felt a growing hunger in his ass. As amazing as the sensation was - it scared him. Eventually Jonathan again tried to reassert himself, rolling Yas onto his back, again starting with a long kiss then breaking off and, his tongue sliding down is neck through the furry chest exploring for the right nipple, finding it and licking it... teasing it... and then sucking it softly at first, and then harder, hungrier. Then switching to the left one. For Yas it was as if his nips were connected directly to his cock, the more Jonathan licked and sucked the more precum flowed out of his piss slit. And so it went each taking turns exploring each others bodies with their hands and tongues. Until Yas grabbed Jonathan by the wrists and pinned his arms up over his head. Yas was drawn to Jonathan's arm pit with that dark red fuzz, he slid his tongue down into Jonathan's arm pit and started to lick and nibble. Jonathan let out a whimper which continued as Yas talented exploring tongue slide slowly down the side of Jonathan's torso licking, then also sucking and nibbling as he went. "Oh fuck ya" Jonathan moaned as Yas's tongue finally made its way to Jonathan's hip and slid over and then down to that sweet spot right between the thigh and the pubes. Yas washed Jonathan's smooth hairless ball sack before sliding up the underside of the fat hard cock. It was fairly smooth, the fat cum tube clearly visible and just one small crooked vein which helped emphasize that Jonathan's cock was otherwise this silky smooth rock hard pink curved shaft. Yas finally reached the flared mushroom head and circled it flicking his tongue over the piss slit to lick up the glob of the pre cum that was pouring out. The both moaned. Yas at enjoying the taste of the precum and Jonathan at the sensation of his cock first being washed and then slowly swallowed by Yas's very talented mouth. Yas lifted Jonathan's ass and spread the ass checks, fuck it was beautiful - smooth, totally hairless, with this tight dark pink bulls eye. He wanted to taste it. Would it be different from the blonde mans ass? Yas buried his face in Jonathan's hairless crack. His tongue flicked over that sweet dark pink hole. Damn he had wanted to taste this since he had first opened the door and seen this adorable red head. He cupped Jonathan's ass in his hands and lifted the ass higher using his thumbs to spread the cheeks further apart so that he could both admire that beautiful hole and get his tongue deeper into it. Although it took some work, Jonathan had not been fucked in months so the hole was shut tight and was not at all puffy - just a small smooth very tightly closed target. Yas placed the tip of his tongue almost at the bottom of Jonathan's spine and then slowly licked up the crack over the tight pink pucker to right underneath Jonathan's ball sack. Then slooowly back to the base and the spine- and then reversed direction again this time pausing to swirl this tongue around that dark pink circle. Jonathan let out a surprised gasp. He had never been rimmed before. The sensation of Yas's tongue and his stubble was amazing. When they had been kissing Jonathan had not noticed any stubble against the cheeks of his face. But now, clearly his ass cheeks were much more sensitive. It was if he could feel each and every short black stubble. It didn't hurt- it was just one more hither to unknown stimulation that was beginning to overload his brain. Yas continued to slowly work his tongue back and forth from the base of the spine to the base of the hairless ball sack. Then in addition to tracing the outline of Jonathan's sweet hole, Yas started to drill into the hole. To very slowly try and open it. Jonathan now had reached up to grab his own ankles- pulling his legs back and wider apart. The repeated waves of pleasure that washed over his entire body every time Yas's tongue entered into his ass had seemingly stunned him into being unable to articulate in words what he needed. Making his hole more accessible was the only way, aside from his constant incoherent whimpering, that Jonathan could ask Yas to continue what he was doing. And so Yas continued. Until he could get his tongue deep into Jonathan's now welcoming ass. Finally Yas lifted his head up and stared deeply into Jonathan's eyes. They were both panting hard. Eating out Jonathan's ass had been a huge turn on for Yas as well, so that for a moment he too was incapable of speech. Then Yas grabbed Jonathan's ankles and placed them on his shoulders and straighten his back. They were slowly catching their breath but still only able to communicate their mutual hunger for each other silently with their eyes. Without breaking his gaze with Jonathan, Yas took his fist and used it to spread all of the precum that had been leaking out of his piss slit down the shaft of his cock, then spit into his palm and added that to shaft of his cock for lube. He had that bottle of lube in the bedside table drawer - but deep down, instinctively he knew this moment was too special for synthetic lube. Until that night at the 4 Seasons he had also always played safe. All the previous men had been borderline paranoid about insisting on it. But after that night he didn't think about the condoms that were in the drawer next to the lube. Again instinctively he just knew this needed to be natural- so there would be no barriers between himself and Jonathan. He knew they needed to be able to feel everything, share everything. He lined up the head of his cock with Jonathan's hungry hole that was still open and wet with his spit. He pushed. As large and fat as it was, his head popped in fairly easy. Feeling Jonathan's warm wet hole welcoming in his cock sent an electronic current through his whole body. The penetration let Jonathan surface, slightly, "No wait" Jonathan's started to say "I have condoms...." But his voice trailed off. He had never enjoyed getting fucked. He had only done it when he knew that getting fucked himself was the price he needed to pay to fuck a particularly sweet ass. But he had never enjoyed it, in fact normally it hurt. But this- damn, it felt amazing. Being on his back seeing the primal determined hunger in Yas's eyes turned him on. He wanted to get fucked by Yas. But still his mind was getting foggy with lust again, but somehow random thoughts ... "play safe" ... "condoms" ... "important" kept trying come to the surface... He tried to focus, this was important, but he had stared slipping into a deep primal place he had never been to before but he tried to fight back to the surface, to vocalize it "Wait... In my poc..,, ooooohhh that.... Yeeeesss.... no wait, ...cond....ooohh ...wait!.....oh.. Yesss... Feels so goo..... No!... ahh...stop .... no" "Yes" replied Yas "yes, YOU feel so good... THIS feels soooo good...." Yas said as he slowly pushed another few inches of his raw cock into Jonathan's ass, then slowly pulled out. Then pushed in just a bit further- back and fourth, slowly. The fat head of his cock popping in and out of Jonathan's newly opened ass. Yas was right, Jonathon thought, it felt so good. Just the head of Yas', cock popping in and out. Teasing his hole with just a few inches of cock with each thrust before pulling out again. "Oh fuck ya it does ...It, ... You, ....This,... fuck... SOooooo gooood!.....But no... wait... " Jonathan waved his arm off in the direction of the room where somewhere, in his jeans, condoms, in the pocket...he couldn't concentrate. No... must concentrate, wait. Concentrate on what? Oh yes, Yas's cock in his ass. Fuck, this was amazing, why did this fuck seem so wonderful when all the others had hurt,... Yas's cock teasing his ass, he wanted all of it - not just a few inches, But wait. Yas's cock, raw, condom.... They should use them. Yes?? ... No? He tried to come back to the surface where he could think logically, but he kept falling back into that primal dark pool where maybe that didn't matter, all that really mattered was how amazing this all felt. Yas's cock in his ass. Yas reached up and grabbed the waving wrist and brought it back - pinning it to the mattress- over Jonathan's head. Then with his other hand he grabbed Jonathan's other wrist pinning it down too. Jonathan looked up, helpless. Not only physically, but also emotionally pinned down. Yas leaned down, their noses barely touching. "I need you" he whispered "I need THIS!" and with that his hips thrust forward and sank the last 4" of his fat straight naked cock into Jonathan. Jonathan pushed back with his wrists, arched his back and started to let out a scream as he felt the inner depths of his ass ripped open. But before he could let out more that a short "Aaaghh...,," Yas lowered his mouth stifling the agonizing moan by shoving his tongue into Jonathan's open mouth. His cock was all the way in now. Jonathan felt a mass of coarse pubes smashed into his hairless- ass. As Yas pulled out and the slammed home again, and again, and again, Jonathan's moans of pain and discomfort and half mumbled disjointed phrases about "condoms" slowly turned into pleading whimpers as he willingly submitted to Yas's penetration. Yas could feel himself getting close, but wanting this fuck to last longer he broke off the kiss and yanked his cock out of Jonathan's ass and sat back on his haunches. Jonathan let out a whimper when suddenly his ass which had grown to need to be filled with a fat cock was now suddenly empty. They were both panting, silently staring into each others eyes. Yas could see the hunger in Jonathan's eyes. The need to be filled again. That sense of power was intoxicating. Yes the man at the 4 seasons had wanted to get fucked by Yas's. But he hadn't "needed" to be fucked. But he could tell that Jonathan "needed " to be fucked. That made his dick harder and his own need to dominate, to control, to mark, to claim ownership, which until this evening he hadn't even known he had, grow even stronger. "All fours!" was all Yas said. All he could say at the moment. It came out almost as a horse hungry bark, not a question or request, but an order. Not knowing why he did it, just knowing that he needed to, Jonathan complied, quickly, eagerly. He flipped over, his knees spread wide, he rested on his elbows rather than his hands so he could lowered his chest and curve his back, instinctively knowing that this would lift his ass up higher in the air, make it easier for Yas to fuck. Yas could see Jonathan was submitting to him, to his cock, completely, so he lost no time. Before Jonathan had fully "presented himself" as the bitch in heat he was was becoming, Yas lined up his cock and slamming it back into Jonathan's welcoming hole. No slow easy reentry, Yas was too hungry for that kindness. Even though he had already been fucked by that cock for a good while on his back, Jonathan was not used to getting fucked and Yas's sudden brutal stab hurt. Yas pulled out just as abruptly and then re-entered with the same force. The same hard, sharp, stab. Each entry hurt physically ...and mentally. Although Yas did not say anything verbally. With each hard thrust forward. it was as if he was telling Jonathan. "You are a bottom, ....you are JUST a bottom, ....you are here to serve me, ......to take my cock, .....you ...are ...just ...a ....hole, ....a hole to take my cock, .....to pleasure ME,.... this fuck is not about you... IT ...IS...ABOUT....MY....PLEASURE...!!!." But in that he was wrong, Each hard thrust was not only battering Jonathan's ass, each thrust was also like a battering ram pounding away at Jonathan's psyche. Yes, Jonathan had come out to himself at an early age, and was totally comfortable being gay. As a top. A top who kind of liked the taste of cum and so would sometimes suck off the guy he had just fucked. This was different. Yas, Yas? was that his name? Jonathan's thinking part of the brain was still submerged. And why was the guys name important right now- all that mattered was that it had been Yas who had taken charge fairly quickly, confidently. Jonathan had always been the one to lead the way before. But from the moment he had stepped inside the hotel room, something was different. Now he was the submissive partner, following instead of leading, trying to catch up - but always seemingly one step behind. And now here he was ass in the air legs spread, presenting himself like a bitch in heat, wanting, NEEDING to feel a cock inside of him. No, not "a" cock, he needed to feel Yas's cock inside of him. The few times he had been fucked before it had always hurt, but this was different. Yas's cock hurt, but somehow, for some reason, he liked that it hurt. Each brutal thrust of Yas's hips, stabbing his cock inside of him made his own cock harder. He was powerless to resist the onslaught, he just let out a pained whimper with each stab, "Hmmmeph.....hmmmph.....hmmmph. Auungghh." He let out a guttural moan when one unusually hard fuck knocked the wind out of his lungs. All he could do was try and spread his legs a bit wider and curve his spine more to try and raise his ass higher in the air to give Yas better access. Access so Yas's raw dick could penetrate deeper into both Jonathan's ass and now totally defenseless psyche. "Yes" he hissed in reply to Yas's brutal thrusts, alternating with an occasional a whimpery "please." "Yes.....yes.....oh....yes....please.....oh yes.....yes....yes....oh....please....yes.....oh yes....pleeeeesssse...." Yas responded to Jonathan's last desperate "pleeeeessssee" with a hard smack on his ass which made Jonathan reply with another hissed "yesss." They fell into a rhythm, Yas's hard raw dick stabbing into Jonathan's ass, Jonathan's hissed "yes" followed by a hard SMACK on Jonathan's hairless pale white ass as Yas withdrew his cock, ready for another brutal re-entry into Jonathan's desperately eager ass. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes"... Thrust, "yes," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yees". ... Thrust ..."oh, YEESS," pull out SMACK, "please".... It became a mantra, seemingly sending them both deeper into that dark pool, deeper in an altered primal state. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". ........Thrust, "yes," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....Jonathan lost all sense of himself as a separate being - he was part of Yas now. No not really - not yet. He was still just a bottom, he was just there to be used....But he wanted, he needed to be part of Yas - to join with him. But something in the back of his brain would not be quiet, every so often he remembered - not consciously - but then finally a thought that started deep down slowly floated nearer to the surface - he sensed it, and then subconsciously realized that Yas was fucking him raw. He had not even had a chance to pull one of the condoms he had brought with him out of his pocket. They were sill there in the pocket of his pants that had been left somewhere on the floor - abandoned in his eagerness to be naked and have sex with Yas. Jonathan distantly remembered trying to ask about them and Yas saying no, they didn't need one. Was that why this fuck was different? - That they were fucking raw? Wait...they should stop. Yas's should put a condom on. He had brought several, just there in his pants pocket. He had tried to point to them hadn't he? Thrust, "hmph, yeeess," pull out, SMACK!, "yesss!". .... He felt his cock jerk up and his ass spasmed at the dim realization that he was having unprotected sex with a stranger. Maybe this was what this was different, there were no barriers between them. Deep in his fuzzy brain the thought tried one last time to fight its way to the surface, they should stop this now. Shouldn't he? Yas pulled his cock all the way out and Thrust forward again, brutally reentering Jonathan's sore and battered hole. "HMMPH", yeeess," pull out, SMACK!, "yesss!". .....with this last brutal recitation of their manta, the last wall broke down in Jonathan. .... He realized that this - Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....This is what sex was about. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....this was not some generic hook up. This thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes", this was SEX. ....deep and primal - it was REAL. Jonathan realized he didn't want any barriers - he needed this intimacy. He craved the connection, to become one with Yas. As they continued to recite their manta Jonathan's "yes's" became more urgent, more desperate, more pleading. His brain finally turned off. He willingly dove back down into the dark warm pool. Dove deep. Surrendering once and for all to his primal nature. Thrust. "OH YES!!!" ... pull out, SMACK. "YES!" ... THRUST. "oh YES, PLEASE... PLEEEASE...YES." Pull out. SMACK. ... YESSSS!" ... THRUST ... "YES...OH FUCK MEEE!...I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME...FUCK ME YAS! Please FUCK ME!!!" And so Yas did. THUUUST, "YEEESS!!l but Yas didn't pull out right away this time, instead he bent over Jonathan who felt Yas's breath on the back of his neck. Yas's arm circled Jonathan's neck, and squeezed, pulling Jonathan's head back painfully. Jonathan was sure that his spine - already painfully curved to make his ass easier to penetrate would break - but he didn't care, all he cared about was feeling Yas's hard throbbing cock inside his ass, and wanting desperately to feel him cum. To Cum INSIDE of him, that is what was needed so that Jonathan could be part of Yas... and right now - that was all that mattered. He felt Yas's arm tighten around his neck, beginning to choke off his air. The pressure of Yas's hairy forearm against Jonathan's windpipe replaced the hard smack on the ass in their mantra followed by a now strangled but still hungry pleading yes from Jonathan. THRUST, "Yes," pull out, squeeze..."yees" Thrust, "yes" pull out, squeeze, "yes." ...Thrust, "take me," pull out, squeeze, "yes" .... Thrust, "fuck me," pull out, squeeze, "yes." ...Thrust, "breed me," pull out, squeeze, "ohh." Thrust, "make me yours," pull out, squeeze, "Please, please, take me." Yas again stabbed his cock into Jonathan's abused ass, he could feel how puffy the ass lips were now compared to the tight smooth hole he had first entered. "Yeeeessss please" Jonathan responded in a horse plaintive whisper. This time, Yas again kept his cock buried in the battered hole and kept his arm squeezing Johnathan's neck, but also pulled him up so that they were now both kneeling. Yas's pulled Jonathan close so that he could whisper into his ear "Do you want it?"Thrust. "Yes" Jonathan whispered back. Pull out "Do you?" "Yes, please." Yas kept up a steady tempo, thrusting his raw uncovered cock into Jonathan's warm wet willing hole. Pull out. "Please what?" Thrust "I want" pull out "I need." "What?" "You" "Where?" "In me" "What?", fuck me, cum in me" "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Tell me" "Please" "What?" "Please" "Please what?"...Please...Fuck Me...Fuck Me!" "Ok, get ready" "Take it...take it..aahh... take. ah..it .." Yas's rhythmic thrusts were now just random hard brutal stabs. Ta..ke...aahh..taaah...iit..ah....taakk...take..ta...ta...taa...aarrrghhh!... Take IT!". TAAAKE .. IIIITT!!! Suddenly it was as if every nerve ending of Jonathan's body went into overdrive. He could feel each hair on Yas's powerful to arm that was still wrapped tightly around his neck. He sensed each particle of Yas's breath on his ear as Yas barked that last guttural primal "IIITT!!!" He felt each individual whisker hair on Yas's chin against his neck, Each one of Yas's chest hair as it slid across his sweat soaked back. He could feel each individual pubic hair of Yas's against his smooth ass crack and his battered puffy swollen ass lips. The ridge of Yas's cock head seem to grow larger as to scraped the inner walls of his ass. He could feel each engorged vein of Yas's pulsing cock as it erupted in his ass. Each spurt of Yas's cum as it splattered against the battered walls deep inside of his still hungry ass. Those sensations triggered something. Jonathan let out a strangled "AAAUUUGGZHHHHH" as his entire body convulsed as he felt his own cock erupt - his cum shooting out splattering a massive load over the pillow and the headboard. Yas couldn't believe it - he thought the orgasms he had had at the 4 Seasons had been intense. But shooting his cum into Jonathan's ass had been even better. The climax had shot through his entire body, like a massive earthquake followed by several major aftershocks as he felt his cum shoot deep inside of Jonathan's hungry hole. They both knelt there seemingly glued together panting. Time seemed to stop. The universe seemed to have collapsed into this small spot where they were seemingly glued together panting in unison. Holding each other up. Finally their breathing slowed and then Yas's cock softened enough to slip out of Jonathan's ass and they both collapsed in a tangled heap. As Jonathan lay their panting - It slowly dawned on him what he had been missing with all his suck, fuck, blow and go's. This is what sex was really all about. Before tonight he had considered himself very experienced. But he realized that actually he had been a virgin. Sure he had fucked a lot - a LOT. But he had really never had "SEX" before. Never had he felt this intense connection. The sharing. The give and get. The surrendering to the moment. He looked over at Yas's naked body. Damn he looked hot. Laying on his back, his cock was on his thigh, softened but was still fat and shiny with ass juice and cum. His chest was still rising and falling slightly. There were a few marks forming around Yas's nips and the base of his neck. Good he thought - that is the way it should be after sex. To leave your mark, he was just sorry in away that those marks would be fleeting. While they might be pronounced and even dramatic for a day or two. They would then fade away. He wished there was someway sex could leave a lasting mark, some lasting connection. He wondered what marks, what mementos of this night he would find on his body when he looked in the mirror. After all the fuck-n-go's he had had, he hoped this would not turn into a amazing-sex-n-go. He wanted to stay. he wanted to taste what Yas tasted like after sex. What would a round two be like with a guy? Yas looked over at Jonathan. Fuck that was amazing. He had thought that the 4 Seasons had been the best that sex could be but this had been even better and somehow he knew that the next time would be even better. He was afraid to look at the clock afraid at how late it probably was. He should send Jonathan home so he could try and get some sleep before tomorrow's opening session, But he didn't want the evening to end. He wanted more. He took one more lingering gaze at Jonathan's lean body. Jonathan was going to have a huge hickey on his neck down where it met the shoulder. And his nips were pretty chewed up. Then down to the beautiful cock. It had softened but was still engorged with a little cum still leaking out of the pink piss slit and pooling on Jonathan's flat hairless stomach. He wanted to taste it. But no. He should send Jonathan home as he needed his sleep and he knew he would never get any with this sexy guy in his bed. Damn that was a beautiful cock, he wanted to get fucked by it, to feel it inside of him. But NO - he needed to try and get some sleep. He should tell Jonathan that this had been really really hot but he should go. Now. He rolled over on his side so he could look Jonathan in the eyes when he told him he needed to leave. As he opened his mouth to speak, Jonathan's reached over and gently wrapped around his fingers around Yas's plump cock. As he felt his cock begin to stiffen his will weakened, Instead he asked, "You don't have to leave right away do you?"

I had a really intense and draining week so was really happy to get a text this morning from a 21 year old student I've been fucking occasionally for the past two years. He mostly goes with lads his own age but also loves older guys with hairy chests (that's where I come in!). He told me he was in the mood for a good "daddy fuck". We met for breakfast first- he's a fit lad with blond, floppy hair, very engaging, bright and very good company as well as being very good looking. I asked him if he had gone with any other older guys recently and he told me he had been back home a few weeks ago for a family wedding and had got together with a gay couple in their forties at the reception. He ended up back in their room at the hotel where they both fucked him. I asked if they had used condoms and he said no - they had both fucked him bb and cum in his arse. We went back to mine and, after he had played with my hairy chest for a while, he sucked my cock and then bent over the settee. I pushed my bare cock up him and fucked him hard until I shot my 7 day load right up his cunt. He grinned, pulled his pants up and went off to join some of his uni mates for a drink. Great start to the weekend

I gave up Prep recently because of my budget. The problem is that I can't resist barebacking and miss my poz top buddies, but at the same time a little afraid of getting pozed. Kind of in a dilemma. Then, a guy who I used to fuck with told me that I would be poz anyway, soon or later so I should not waste time. I was thinking he is right. I love receiving cums and playing dirty. If the fear of being poz makes me so unhappy, why should I care about it? So, today I hooked up three guys from BBRT and Craigslist. One of them is undetectable. For the status of other 2 guys, I didn't ask. After got fucked so hard, I felt so satisfied and did't freak out for the risk. I told myself that I might catch the bug and realized that I can take as many as dicks I want coz there is nothing to lose. Then, I made an appointment with a local tattoo store and decided to get a biohazard or scorpion tattoo on my chest. Now, I am a true cumdump and ready for the new step. I also started counting how many dicks I take and put two things on my new year's resolutions: 1. take 200 dicks in 2017; 2. Inspired by Dawson, I want to have a 50-LOAD Weekend. At that weekend, the only places I will visit are bathhouses, sex clubs, and bareback parties. A weekend just about sex, nothing else. :)..

I posted on Craigslist that I was looking to suck and possibly get fucked by str8 guys. I was specific that I only wanted masculine men. Mostly interested in Str8, curious or bi married guys. I got hit with a lot of replies, but most seemed to be gay guys that were too nelly for my taste. I did get a couple of supposedly str8 guys that replied. But most turned out to be just pic collectors. But one guys email reply seemed to stand out. He said he was a 49 year old married, bi curious, Highway Patrol Officer. His wife was no longer interested in sex. And he was in desperate need of a blow job. He told me he was str8, but had once had a blow job from a guy. And was open to try it again. He made it clear he would not reciprocate. He included a pic of his cock. He showed a very nice 7", cut dick. With a big, mushroom head. I quickly replied that I was fine with just blowing him. I desired no reciprocation. I included a few pics of me sucking dick. Then told him that I"d send my address if he was interested? I again got a quick reply from him. He told me his location. And said he was very interested. He was only a few miles from me. So, I shot back to him with my address and directions to get here. He said he'd be here in about 15 mins. But he warned me that he'd just gotten off duty. So, he'd be in uniform. And driving a Highway Patrol Pickup Truck. Was I comfortable with him showing up at my house like that? I know wondered if he was just feeding me a bunch of bullshit. But if he was, I was game to call his bluff. I told him I was OK with him in his uniform and truck. And that I'd see him in 15 minutes. I put a str8 porn dvd on the tv in the bedroom and quickly douched. We hadn't discussed anal. But, I always like to be prepared , just in case. Sure enough, in less than 15 minutes, my doorbell rang. I answered the door. And standing there was a 6'2", muscular guy with salt & pepper hair, in a Nevada Highway Patrol Uniform. His Highway Patrol Truck was in my driveway. I have to admit, my heart started to pound. I was turned on as well as a bit nervous. Was I being set up? I invited him inside. And led the way to my bedroom. The room was dark, except for the light from the porn playing on the tv. Get comfortable, I said. "I'm a bit nervous about this", he said. "So am I", I chuckled. He started to remove his gun belt, then his pants. I began to undress as well. He stripped down to his white briefs and undershirt. Then sat on the edge of my bed. Facing the tv. I got on my knees, between his legs. And put my face up to his crotch. Through his white briefs, I began to gently chew on his soft cock. I felt it grow a bit as my mouth played with it. Then I reached up and pulled his briefs down. He lifted up his hips to let me pull them off him. I then took his partially hard cock in my mouth and began to suck. His cock quickly hardened in my mouth. I took my time worshiping his cock, balls and licked underneath his balls as well. Then I lifted his legs and licked down to his puckered asshole. "Woahhhh"........he said. "What are you doing?". "Have you ever had your ass licked?", I asked. "No", he replied. I went back to his asshole and licked it. He let out a soft moan. I really made love to his ass as I felt him relax and enjoy it. He was moaning and groaning and grinding his ass on my face. He was obviously enjoying it. I continued to stroke his cock as I ate his hole. Then I went back to his cock. I could taste precum on the tip of his dick. I sucked for a few minutes, then asked him, "Do you want to fuck me?" "Fuck you?", he said. "Yeah. Want to fuck my ass?" "Hmmmm? Not sure? I've never thought of fucking a guy?" "Wanna give it a try?" I said. Without waiting for his answer. I stood up and knelt on the edge of the bed. I spit on my fingers and put it to my ass to lube it. I did this several times, till I was well lubed with spit. "Stand behind me. Put your dick in me", I said. He slowly moved to my ass. I could tell he was hesitant, but turned on by the idea. I felt him put his hard cockhead to my asshole. I spread my asscheeks and then felt him slide up into me. He let out a soft sigh as his cock slid into my warm hole. He took no time until he was really pumping in and out of my ass. Soon he had grabbed my tightly around the waist and was pounding his cock into me. It only took a few minutes before he let out a loud grunt and slammed deeply into me. I squeezed my ass on his cock as I could feel him emptying his balls into my ass. As with most str8 guys, he came, then quickly pulled out and began to dress. "Are you ok?", I asked. "Yeah. That was hot. Sorry for cumming so quickly. But I wasn't expecting all of that. Thought I was just getting a blow job." "My ass and mouth are yours, anytime you want it", I said. "I've got your email address. You'll be hearing from me". He quickly dressed back into his uniform and was out the door in moments. I did hear from him the following week. He's fucked me on a regular basis ever since. He even brought one of his Highway Patrol buddies with him once. They both fucked me. I hope he'll bring more of his buddies with him. I love taking uniformed dick.

Yes fuck yes continue!! so rare to have a pozzing set up like this, with pov not being the bottom, but someone watching events happen. Fuckkng love it!!

finally decided to embrace bugs.

My natural father was a sexual deviate. I refer to him as my Natural father or sperm donor since I have had no contact since I was 7. My step father was the one who raised me and my siblings. I have been told that during divorce proceedings he confessed to have fucked at least 3 dozen women in the short 6 years my parents were married, they got divorced when I was 3. He was a terrible father in that he didn’t want boys per se and treated me and my brothers like shit, on the verge of mental and physical abuse. Lucky for us we were too young to really remember but the scars are deep and hidden beneath layers of socialization issues. But I digress, I say he was a sexual deviate because he was always horny, probably why I have a high sex drive as well. He confessed that on their wedding night when he supposedly had gone out to get cigarettes he actually went out and picked up on a whore and plowed her before getting blown by a male hustler in an ally on the way back to the motel. He then came back to the motel and screwed my mother twice before falling asleep, only to wake up with a full erection and fuck mom three more times before breakfast. I’m sure you can get the gist of my description of my sperm donor, but he also fooled around all during the time they were married. I remember one incident from my toddlerhood where he had come home from work with a broken hand, supposedly caught in a car door, later in life I learned the real reason his hand was slammed in the door ad that was that the boy who he had been watching for one of his affairs a teenager, had been giving him blow jobs when his mom was out and then watching and getting jealous when he observer my sperm donor and his mom getting kinky and performing anal sex. In his rage the next time they stopped by my sperm donor’s work he slammed my SD hand in the car door. My SD was a sexual deviate but somehow avoided knocking up any of his affairs. He wasn’t so lucky after the divorce and ended up having a shot gun wedding to a gal he ended up knocking up, he ended up having 3 sons with that woman before moving onto his third wife whom he had another four children so in his lifetime he managed to produce eleven children legitimately and who know how many bastard children are out there. For the purpose of this tale however I will focus on his later children in his last mating he produced 2 girls and two boys. I was in my late twenties when I decided to research my linage I not only wanted to find out where I came from but also was curious about my half siblings and whether they turned out ok. Now I knew my paternal grandfather was a Mormon from Utah. So after inputting his name into the LDS registry I discovered that my ancestry went way back into the late 1600’s and my ancestors had traveled from Kentucky to Utah via Arizona and Illinois. But my search wouldn’t go forward I knew my Sperm donor had been a bit of a black sheep so I figured he had been removed from the church records. I began using a on-line genealogy site and had soon constructed a really nice tree but it had a missing link. I searched death and marriage records as well as birth documents and suddenly the picture had become to come clearer. I had found my lost father and his family living in southwest Utah where my Sperm donor had died due to heart problems (most likely from all the STD’s he ended up contraction from Whores and hustlers) but his family was still located in Arizona. I had two half-brothers and I had their names as well as my two half-sisters. I dug a little deeper and found my 3 half-brothers from his second marriage as well. I now knew the names and ages of my half siblings what to do next. I was content at the time to have just the information and the knowledge of their existence. One day fate stepped in and I was in a position of actually talking to the youngest of the boys. I had taken a day off to relax and do some spring cleaning around the house when the doorbell rang. I peeked out the peep hole and saw 2 Mormon missionaries standing on my porch. I was bored so I opened the door, what the heck I could have some fun taunting these two lovely specimens of clueless youth. I invited them in and they began explaining their mission and began telling me about the book of Mormon. I had heard it before as I had begun being raised Mormon before my parents shifted over to Baptist. I had a strange feeling though as they went on with their lessons, the one boy who was about 19 seemed kind of familiar so I asked where he was from and he replied he was from Arizona. He also had the right name of my youngest half-brother so as they began to get nervous about my inquiries I mentioned I had used the LDS family to try and find my lost family members. Jonathan the one I was interested in said that was cool and did I have any success and I told them that I had indeed tracked the names and approximate locations down and when I mentioned the town that my half siblings were last surveyed in via the US census, Jonathan perked up and looked surprised as that was the town he was from. I asked him about his surname and he responded that it was against church policy to give out that information so I volunteered some information about my original surname to see if he recognized it. He not only recognized it he was almost in tears with a dumbfounded look on his face. Fate had brought us together after all these years. I gave him my information and asked if he’d like to go to dinner with me some night and we could get to know each other. This where fate gets kind of strange, Jonathan called me the next day and said he spoke with his stake elders and got permission to meet up with me for dinner to discuss our lives and etc. he asked if one of his fellow missionaries could come along to witness this reunion and monitor for the church to make sure everything was on the up and up. I said sure as I had no hidden agenda. Little did I know but my little half-brother and his missionary brother did. I picked up the pair at an apartment down the street from my house and took them to a mid-level family restaurant in the area. We talked for a bit had a good dinner and the other missionary (he wasn’t he one who had come with Jonathan originally) said that he thought moving the conversation to my house would be appropriate since my usual taking someone to the bars next wouldn’t work here, I was still in awe about meeting Jonathan not to mention that the two families both lived in the same town and kept in communication with each other, so Jon was able to fill me in on all the family gossip. I started asking how my other half sibling’s had turned out and Jon began skirting the issues, I was getting suspicious that Jon was trying to hide something. Jon asked for a glass of juices and when I went to get it in the kitchen he followed me. I poured the glass and placed the jug back in the refrigerator and when I turned around Jon kissed me full on the lips. I pushed him away and retorted what was he doing. He responded that he knew when I invited him in the other day That I was gay and it didn’t matter to him because so was he and two of my other half-brothers, he didn’t give me all the details but indicated they were a very close tight knit band of brothers (wink) He approached me again and began messaging my nipples through my polo and I was gone and he began making out with me again after a couple minutes I pushed him away and blurted what about the elder in the living room? He said don’t work that they had been fooling around at the apartment when the others went out on mission walks, and he stated that he had told elder tom where to find my porn which should keep him occupied for a while. I was shocked, not displeased but shocked that these two hot missionaries were in fact using the missionary position on each other. Jon began nibbling on my earlobes and neck and I melted into my 19 year old brothers arms he led me to my bedroom and undressed me and then licked every inch of my body doing a great job on my cock and balls and working his way to my hole which he took extra care to slobber up and get it nice and loose. He had inherited our father’s big cock and sex drive just like me we kissed some more I tasting my ball and ass crack sweat on his tongue. He worked his way back down my body before lifting my legs onto his shoulders and positioning his cock head at the entrance to my love canal. You sure about this he asked, You want to recombine our DNA’s I nodded and he began the inward journey into my private most place I felt him bump up against my prostate before burying more cock in my ass he reached my inner ring of muscle and paused with only 2/3 of his cock in me he pressed a bit and I could feel the ring open to give him passage. He hit bottom and his scrotum banged into my ass cheeks he gyrated his hips and I could feel him piston in and out in short strokes he then started taking longer strokes and pulling almost all the way out then in again I could feel him pulse in me and I knew it wouldn’t be long I was dripping gobs of precum and he began using it to lubricate my cock he jerked me to the brink and stopped hilted his cock and asked once again if I wanted our DNA’s to combine I said ye s and he then began a hard assault on my ass and cock. We shoot almost simultaneously him feeling my gut with his juice and me spraying our chest and bellies with what I would later find out was my last Neg load. You are of the brother hood is what he whispered into my ear (To be continued – What to do with a horny missionary)

A CUM-FILLED NIGHT AT SLAMMER Once or twice a month or so, I head on over to the Slammer sexclub in Los Angeles. Got a hankering for beefy masculine men? Like ‘em hairy? This is the place! Condoms are “encouraged” by the staff, but I don’t recall the last time I used them. A Saturday night here can be filled with cum and debauchery. There’s no shortage of men eager to fuck, get fucked, cum and get their holes filled with cum. And, with a look at the men there, there’s no doubt that the vast majority are spewing toxic seed. You know the look: lean, veiny, muscular with fat in just the right places to let you know they have the virus of life flowing through their veins. With any luck, I’ll get a few strains in my guts as well. On this particular Saturday night, I arrived a bit earlier than I usually do, shortly before 10 pm. It’s usually 11 or so when the action picks up, and the peak lasts until 2 am or so. As expected, it started out slow. I stripped down to my gym shorts with the band of my white Classic Bike #10 jockstrap hanging out the top. I headed on over to the gloryhole trough and found a couple of big daddy cocks worth sucking. One of the men had a thick cut cock with a huge ball sack, heavy with cum. I glanced at him, and pulled out my cock and started stroking my eight inches. That got his attention, and we made eye contact, as he walked up and stuck his big daddy dick through a hole. I took a hit of poppers and went to town. His thick cock filled my mouth to overflowing; I truly struggled with his girth, and took every pleasure in doing so! I rarely gag, but even his heft had me struggling. But repeated hits of poppers got me quite in the piggy mood, and I dug in my tongue into his piss slit, licking up every drop of precum I could. He brought his face to the hole, and stuck out his tongue, which I eagerly started sucking on, deepthroating his tongue just as I had been doing with his cock. We both took hits of poppers and passionately made out through the glory hole. After the intensity of the popper hit wore off, he asked to take me to a private booth, and I eagerly complied. We went to a booth that had a big bench for us to lay on. We quickly stripped off the little clothing we were wearing, so he was completely naked, except for boots and socks, and with me wearing nothing other than my shoes, socks and a jockstrap. ] We swapped a good deal of spit before he got me on my back and spread my legs, digging his tongue into my hairy fuckhole. He was an ass eater extraordinare! Clearly he loved to eat ass. He tongue-fucked my hole, loosening it up for what I hoped would be his cock. My cock was leaking a ton of poz precum, and he probably feared he was getting me too close, because he then came up and started making out with me. “Wanna get fucked?” he asked. “Please fuck me, fuck my poz fuckhole!” I breathed out. “You’re a pig, aren’t you? You’re a poz scumbag? You want me to recharge your hole, you pig?” Man, this guy knew exactly what got me off! “Please plow your cock into my ass and fill my hole with your toxic cum! Give me your strain!” With that, I took a hit of poppers as he lubed up my hole and his cock, and he plowed deep in me! Rarely has a cock filled me so full! Pleasure clearly won out over pain, and I was in pig heaven. His big hairy nut sack bounced against my ass as he plowed his big cock in and out of my hole. He occasionally spat in my mouth as well, interrupted only by groans from me, heavy breathing from both of us, and an occasional “pig” or “poz pig” or “toxic cum” from either or both of us. It was still early in the evening and I was hoping that all this talk wasn’t for show and that he would give me his load. And he didn’t disappoint. After about 15 minutes of him plowing my hole, he asked me: “Ready for my load?” “Give me your strain,” I grunted, taking a hit of poppers so he could really plow away. And plow away he did. Within a couple minutes, his cock was pumping gobs of charged cum deep into my guts. Naturally my hole savored every drop. His pace slowed, and after the intensity of his orgasm passed, he took a few more strokes in my ass before slowly withdrawing his cock. My hole was loose and sloppy, just the way I like it for a night of cum-filled debauchery ahead. I put my shorts back on and after exchanging pleasantries, we parted ways and I resumed walking the halls of The Slammer. The crowd was streaming in, and, considering scarcely 30 minutes had passed since I entered the place, there were still quite a few new faces. I had the feeling this would be a good night. I walked by the open sling, and there was an obviously old poz pig lying there, his skinny white ass in the air, ready for any cock. 'Ah, a vintage strain', I thought. I started making out with him, and this attracted other men to approach us and to run their hands over his body and mine. Another guy joined us in making out, and soon we were a swirl of three tongues, aggressively swapping spit amidst heavy breathing and groaning. The old guy in the sling whispered to me, “Fuck me.” I usually like to get a few loads in my ass before I top, but this guy was too hot for me to pass up. I approached his ass, and fingered him a bit. He was loose and wet! Mmmm, a cummy hole! I couldn’t resist! I took a few tentative licks at his hole, not knowing how clean he was, and I was delighted to find that this guy knew how to clean out! He ass started to give up some of his fresh-tasting cum in that hole, and I slurped away at his pig hole. After a few minutes of tongue-fucking his hole, I teased his hole with the head of my leaking cock, and then plowed my cock deep into his ass. What a loose hole he had, and my cock was covered with who knows how many loads. His hole started leaking some more, and I couldn’t resist but to get back down and dive in with my tongue. Fortunately his ass lips were so loose I could get in there quite deeply. Eventually I went back to fucking him some more, but didn’t take any hits of poppers (although he did). A hit would’ve sent me over the edge, and I wasn’t quite ready to give this guy my load yet. As I was fucking him, another dude approached me from the side and started manhandling my muscular chest. He was muscular, goateed, and looked to be in his mid-20s. He started making out with me as I plowed away at the older guy. Meanwhile, my wasted bottom pig was getting his mouth fucked by some monster dick as I continued to fuck his hole. The young bud said "I wanna fuck you." "Go ahead," I replied. The young guy whispered that he’d prefer me in a private room, but I told him that if he wanted to fuck me, he should stick his dick in me right now. He fingered my hole to get it ready for his cock, and I could feel my prior fuck’s cum leaking out. My newfound young friend didn’t even use any lube; he pulled out his cock from his jeans and started to fuck away at my hole while I continued to fuck the old guy. Once again I was in pig heaven. Sweet. It was only a few minutes before he filled my hole with his cum. I was hoping he’d go a bit longer, but a load is a load. He gave me a nervous “thank you” and then put away his cock and pulled up his jeans and was on his way. I continued to fuck my older friend, and as I started to make out with him, he said to me: “I want your cum in me!” I told him I wasn’t ready yet, but that I’d give him some cum anyways. I pulled out of his ass, scooped up a bit of cum from my own hole, lubed up my cock with this cum, then plowed back in. I told him he had a mix of two more loads in his ass now, and that put a big smile on his face! After another five minutes of plowing his hole, I told him I needed to take a break. I honestly did. His loose sloppy hole had me quite close to cumming, and I wasn’t quite ready to breed a hole quite yet. I browsed the halls a bit more, and noted that the place was really filling up! Oh, there were so many men I wanted to breed and be bred by! Young guys, older men, beefy men, skinny men, poz men and men who wanted to be poz. So much masculinity and raw energy in that one area! I walked over to a pitch black room in back. It’s was spilling over with near-naked men. Honestly, you can’t see a foot in front of you, and can barely make out shadows. As I sorta pushed my way in, hand upon hand started running over me, feeling my chest, cupping my jockstrap pouch, grabbing my asscheeks. A few guys started to finger my hole as I tried to make my way in. Once in the thick of it, I felt my way to the bench and bent over, ready to take on whoever anonymous guy wanted to fuck me. They could barely see me, and I could barely see them. All the men around me only knew that I was a greedy fuckhole ready for cum. A guy started to finger my hole. Feeling it loose and wet, he took his cock and placed it right at my hole as I was taking a hit of poppers. As my high started to hit me, he slowly eased his bare dick in my hole. And it was a big one! Not huge, but thick. Slowly, he started pistoning in and out. With my popper high peaking, I started to back my ass up on his cock aggressively to let him know I was ready for a pounding. And pound away he did! It was a few minutes before I felt him let out a loud groan as he unloaded his cock in my ass. Soon, another guy replaced his cock. And then another. Not all the men came, but most did, and I had cum leaking down my leg. I think I took about 5-7 more loads, but honestly, I lost count. As I tried to extricate myself from the room, the bottom next to me grabbed on and followed me out. As we entered the hallway, he said hi and said he was jealous of the all cock I got in me. He asked me how many loads I had and I answered “about 10”. He told me he had 6 and was aiming for 20. “You’re just my type of pig.” He was young, maybe mid-20s, but a seasoned bottom. As he turned around and walked ahead of me, I saw what I love to see: a biohazard tatt on his lower back. I grabbed his ass as we continued to walk, and told him I wanted to load him up. I usually give two loads on an average night, and this poz pig was one I wanted to recharge! I led him to the sling, and he jumped right in like a pro. I started to finger his ass and found some cum leaking out. Not one to let cum go to waste, I started to lick his hole and slurped up the cum as it leaked out. I swallowed some, but then took a nice mouthful back up to him as we shared the loads, swapping spit and cum back and forth, our tongues wrestling inside each other’s mouths. As we snowballed, I placed my cock at his hole and pulled out my poppers, offered him a hit, which he gladly accepted, and I took a hit as well as I slowly fucked his ass, picking-up my pace, knowing that I wouldn’t last long anyway the cumsloppy mess that was his hole, and I asked him if he wanted my charged load. “Fuckin’ recharge my ass, man!” he urged, and with those words, I started coating his insides with my poz cum. I came for what felt like forever, and he loved it. As I came off my climax, I made out with him for a few more minutes as one guy right next to me started to scoop up the cum leaking from my buddy’s ass and started to massage it into my hole. Does that mean I was just instantly bred by six more loads?! Yup, pig heaven. With that load, I decided to end the night. I hate being one of the desperate bottom whores left at the end of the night, who are eager for a load but end up laying in the sling at the end of the night without any takers. I decided to leave on a high note. So, with who knows how many loads in my ass and strains of HIV being absorbed through my guts, I decided to head back home.

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

It was 3 a.m., and I had gotten off the last bus to the eastern part of the suburb. I could barely see the streets, as there were only a few streetlights and the moon hid itself from view between the thick, large clouds. As I was walking, I could hear my steps echo between the tightly placed houses. My hearth paces as I made my way through the dark streets of a cold town, with its residents oblivious of my presence. As my boots dragged me forwards, they were wetted by the asphalt. Turning around the second corner, as I was instructed to do, the tightly places houses were replaced with camper vans of different sizes. I quickly found the one I was sent a picture of, and checked its registration, or rather the lack of it. “A white camper van, with darkened windows, and no registration plate.” With a rushing hearth and breathlessness, I steadily approached the door of the couchbuilt body, only to realise that the door was unlocked and open a few degrees. There was a stool next to the door, dirty and cold. I removed my quilted jacket, placing it neatly on the stool. Then, I removed my t-shirt, and my belt. Before going forward with removing my jeans, I surveyed the area, making sure that no one was having a late-night walk or a walk-to-the-restroom. Of course, I had forgotten that removing tightly placed jeans required me to take off my shoes. As I was taking of my boots, I quickly realised that either my socks or my feet were going to get wet, so I made sure to pack my socks inside of my boots before letting my feet feel the frosty soil. There I was, nearly naked of all the non-natural thing of my life. I checked that none of my clothes, except my boots, were of any danger of falling on the ground. I had placed my boots under the stool, giving me a fake comfort that whoever might steal the clothes, will not be able to see the boots. Looking backwards for a second time, I could see the vast emptiness which consumed the sad, old place. Gripping the bandages of my briefs, I let it slide through my torso, and fall on the cold ground. Having no interest in picking it up, I quietly, and very slowly allowed my feet to escape from it, leaving me stark naked in a cold, dark and strange place. Naked in front of a strange door. Naked the same way I was born. Natural, and naked. Please leave a comment or message me if you wish me to continue.

Another fine weekend. Holes successfully bred, fists successfully inserted, chems successfully consumed, bug successfully transmitted. Life is good.

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Jon‘s words hadn’t quite sank in yet and we went back out to the living room to find his fellow missionary beating off to porn. We looked at him and in unison Mouthed “busted” like he had no idea what we had been doing in the other room. He was an athletic sort and had a nice big dick which he was stroking. He tried to cover it up like he was really busted and faced being sent home in shame. We both laughed at him and began caressing his chest and Jon reached down to play with his still hard cock beneath the pillow he had pulled over himself. Brad was his name and he had come from the northern Midwest. I pulled my almost hard cock from my shorts and placed it near his mouth it was drooling precum and he licked the head then swallowed my growing member, Jon had sunk down to the floor and was sucking on brads hard cock. I once again dropped my pants to the floor as brad gave me an expert blowlob. I could feel my trigger tightening and didn’t want this to end so suddenly so I pushed Jon aside and straddled Brads lap, then impaled my ass on his cock. It wouldn’t take muck for Brad to blow as I could see the look on his face when He realized I already had a load in my guts and was using Jon’s cum as lube. Jon came up behind us and shoved his cock in as well and they both pumped in and out of my hole for about 5 minutes before brad blew his wad deep in my guts, Jon just kept on pumping and ripping my hole which kept brad hard. Soon they were both going to town on my hole and about 20 minutes later brad blew his second load deep in my ass and Jon followed suit as I shot up Brads chest and hit him in the chin with my cum. I led them into the shower to wash off the sex, couldn’t have them going back to the apartment smelling of sex or they would be sent home and excommunicated. Having left their clothes in the living room, they strode down the hall too my bedroom and into the bathroom. Jon was pleased that I had a walk-in shower large enough for the three of us and turned on the water I joined them after getting out towels for them. Jon was already soaping Brads back and rubbing his again Hardening cock in his crack. I began soaping Brad’s front washing his cock and balls with care as Brad began pissing on me, I dropped down and began taking his LDS pee in my mouth and he said he was baptizing me for the reform church and we laughed. Then Jon move over and began pissing in my mouth as well. Okay it was my fantasy to be baptized by these boys and it as now a reality. We all finished washing up and I told them I would drive them back to their apartment. It was getting late and didn’t want to arouse suspicions. The next day I got a call from Jon, Thanking me for a wonderful dinner and reunion conversation. He said his missionary duties would keep him busy for the next week or two but he would try to make time for his brother. To be continued

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

Long haul (or OTR: Over The Road) truck drivers are one of those iconic masculine gay sex figures, like bikers, cops or military men. They're blue collar guys who spend long stretches away from home, making them sexually frustrated enough to try sex with guys. Or that's how it works in the pornos. Much like the police or the military, there have always been gay truckers, but they've often felt the need to be very discreet. A lot of people in the industry come from rural or small town conservative backgrounds. So it's generally easier for gay and bi drivers to keep things on the downlow and not make waves. And that can make it challenging for outsiders who'd like to get into the sleeper berth and the pants of a trucker. So here are some tips and things to consider: Cruising For Truckers Growlr and Scruff. Your best bet is to get an Android or iPhone smartphone so you can use these apps (Grindr is much less popular with drivers). Many if not most gay and bi drivers will cruise here because of how easy it is to locate potential hookups near your current location. This is also by far the safest method of cruising. Other cruising sites. These are of less value because updating location information is usually a hassle. BBRT works great for people who travel once or twice a year. It's not so good for people who are in a different place every night. Still, you will run into some drivers who use regular sites, especially if they're for a specialized kink. Some truckers do also post Craigslist ads if they know they're going to be parking in a particular city for a bit. CB Radio. This is the traditional cruising method unique to truckers and their fans. The problem is that CB is an open broadcast, meaning that your conversations are insecure. You don't know who's listening. And while only bi and gay truckers are using gay apps, all truckers know what a "good buddy" is and how they operate on the CB. So be cautious when arranging a hookup this way. Arcades and Porn Theaters. In many parts of the US, you'll find adult stores in the middle of nowhere right off the interstate highway. Likewise, it's reasonably common to find them within walking distance of a truck stop. Most have parking for semis available. Cruise there as you normally would (i.e. as long as your spending money and not having sex out in the open, you're probably fine). It's often easier to hook up with a trucker in the arcade and then get invited to hop in his sleeper. Rest Area Cruising. Nowhere near as prevalent as it used to be, due to increased security and law enforcement. Be extremely subtle, have a good reason to be hanging out in the rest area and do not engage in public sex. Climb in the cab instead. Truck Stop Cruising. Also problematic, due to heightened security and lots of activity around the clock. Basically, you need to resurrect the lost art of cruising. Look like you fit in. Make and hold eye contact. Strike up a conversation. If you're lucky, you'll get an invitation into the cab. Never ever knock on the door of a truck without prior arrangements. Restroom cruising. In the wake of Larry Craig, everyone knows what tapping your foot means. Generally too dangerous. More information about cruising truckers is here. Getting in the Cab You've got to get to where we are. Parking for our trucks and trailers is mostly limited to truck stops, rest areas, and a few other places like Wal-Mart parking lots. Moreover, once we park for the day, the regulations are set up to encourage us to stay parked until we're ready to move on. In addition, many drivers prefer not to leave their trucks unattended for too long. The net result is that we're usually hosting. We stay out of major cities as much as possible. Especially older, east coast cities with tight corners and low bridges. Going after truckers is actually one area where rural gay people have an advantage over those in the cities. In major cities, the truck stops tend to be located well out on the exurban fringe where land is cheap and crime is less of a problem. City dwellers without cars may not be able to get to us at all. However, along the rural stretches of the interstates, there are all kinds of places to park, meaning that when I am in your area, you can probably get to me fairly easily. We have very little control over where we're going to go next. This applies especially to company drivers, who basically go wherever the company tells them to. Independents may have some more flexibility, but in general, truckers have to go where the freight goes, not necessarily where the sex is. I probably can't take you with me. Traveling with a truck driver (perhaps in exchange for sex?) is a nice fantasy that comes up from time to time, but the reality is that most companies have strict ridealong policies limiting passengers to immediate family members. Independent owner-operators will have more flexibility here, since they can do whatever they damn well please with their own truck. Even if we're nearby, we can't always hook up. On-time delivery is the most important part of the job. Our driving and sleeping schedules are regulated by the government. This means that margins are sometimes tight, and we don't have time (or energy) for sex. If we're ready to play, move quickly. Remember, we're often under the gun as far as time is concerned, and we may need to get enough sleep in to drive 600+ miles the next day. So the window for playing can be small. If I'm looking and ready to go now, you want to be climbing in my truck ASAP, otherwise, you may miss the opportunity. Relationships and friendships are hard to maintain. Don't be insulted if I seem to be blowing you off. I've received interest from guys all over the country, most of whom I will probably park near at some point. But sheer numbers dictates that I'll only be able to maintain some kind of long distance friendship with a few of you. And even that's going to be tenuous, since we'll rarely see each other. In other words, this is probably just going to be casual sex. Truck Driver Reality I hope you like your guys big. Unlike porn, where truckers have gorgeous gym-sculpted bodies and carefully trimmed body hair with tasteful tattoos, in reality obesity, diabetes and high blood pressure are the three biggest health problems in the industry. The reasons are obvious: we sit all day driving up to 11 hours; the food in the truck stops is abysmally unhealthy; opportunities for exercise are few and far between. Don't count on us being freshly showered. I typically get a chance to shower about once every second or third day. While I can do quick rinses with washclothes and baby wipes in between, truck drivers can often have a bit of a funk about them. On the other hand, if I've got time to get laid, I've probably got time to hit the shower too. Still, personal hygiene can often be a little uneven. If we bottom, don't expect porn star levels of cleanliness down below. I have used the private truck stop showers to make sure my ass is good and clean and ready for action before. But I have a limited amount of time to use them. After that, I've only got public men's rooms. In other words, I'll do the best I can with the facilities I have to be clean before you fuck me. But sometimes, shit happens. A little understanding will help me with the embarrassment factor immensely. And I will have wet wipes and towels on hand to clean up any mess. No drugs or alcohol, but most of us smoke. DUI laws are especially harsh on truck drivers, as you'd expect for someone managing 40+ tons down the highway. One hot UA or blood alcohol test pretty much ends our career. So if you indulge, even if it's legal in your state, it's better to leave it at home. On the other hand, a lot of drivers smoke cigarettes. If smoking's a problem for you, best to clarify that in advance.

So I'm 19 and new to barebacking scene. When I met a guy and he was going to whore me out. When we met at the hotel I was nervous I'd only been fucked by two guys in the same night. He's was fit in his 40s with dark hair. First thing he had me put on a blind fold and mouth gag. He bend me over the bed and fucked me first, my tight hole was sore by the time he came deep inside me, he went to answer the door and I heard several guys come in. The plan had been for all 6 of the strangers to come over time but they all showed up at once. I could feel a crowd of hands rubbing my body and on my ass. Telling me how cute of a little boy I was. He poz, one of of the guys asked the guy I'd met. Not yet he told him. They were all so excited. "Well boy you think you'd be up for a gangbang" I just shook my head up and down. They took the gag out of my mouth and left the blind fold on. Then a cock slide in my mouth fucking my face fast then one went up my ass using the first guys cum as lube. Others guys grading me and having me use my hands to jack then off. I had went from a good boy to a total slut in no time. It didn't take long for this second guy to cum, he moaned so load and I had no clue what he might be breeding me with. My ass wasn't stretched yet but bright red. After 45minutes of switching and fucking my face and ass the last guy was in my slutty sloppy red teen ass. As his sweaty ball sounded away at my ass. He let out a moan and shot jizz deep in my soaked ass. All the guys left but the organizer he took my blind fold off and told me I took it like a champ cum was dripping from my ass the whole way home.

Ecstasy party a few months ago, bunch of club kids, and once everyone was rolling on x there was all the usual grope stuff happening, everybody loosening up and giving each other backrubs and taking their shirts off, all that. DJ in the middle of the living room, lots of loud music, we were all just zoning. I was making out with a couple girls on the floor, and giving this club kid a back rub - it was great. He had just gotten his drivers license the day before, which I thought was really cool - a record for me. I was the only queer guy there, and older than most of the other guys, but I was getting a vibe from this kid, and when he said he wanted to pay me back but wanted to give me a backrub in the bathroom with the steam from the shower going, I kind of got my hopes up, but told myself it'd be cool either way - I mean, we were all tripping and anything would have been cool. But once we got in there and closed the door it was a really fast move from backrub to me blowing him. "I'm straight, man," he kept saying, "so don't tell anyone about this." Perfectly smooth baby boy, awesome back, quarter-sized brown boy-nipples, fat cock, huge smooth balls, with a high school gym kind of smell, big smooth jock feet. Five minutes later he looked up at me there from the tiled floor and asked me I wanted to fuck him. Again, with the "I'm straight so you can't tell any of my buds." Crap. Yeah, fuck, whatever. My dick was already wet and hard and drooling to seed this baby boy. I was in a heartbeat, and didn't waste any time going easy. He was so stoned that he was just a fuck freak, way into it for the first couple of minutes. Then he started kind of freaking, but that just made me fuck him harder. Turned me on that his ass was already lubed up with just my spit and my fucked up precum. I had him wedged into the corner of the tub there on the tiled floor, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to yelp but didn't want to let his buddies outside in the hall know about him taking my queer cock, so he was in fucking agony trying to decide what to do – but the fun thing was that he was still so high that he was juicing on getting fucked - like most boys, when he was wasted he couldn't hide how hungry his little straight boy ass was for dick. The more he cried, the more precum pulsed outta his boy cock, the more cherry juice I saw on my dick when I pulled out, the harder I fucked him and the more I got off on seeding him, marking his bloodstream with my breeding juice. I was drilling him like I was in a demon fuck sandwich - like he was fucking into me, pushing my dick further into the boy's ass. Whatever, whoever, it was, I was pure Seed, pure Fuck, pure Boy-taker. I minute later when I let him go, my charged seed dripping outta his boy ass, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him for a minute longer, while his buds outside pounded on the door. "I'm in you now, kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing some of my cum across his bleeding lip.

I wish one of the bareback studios would make a gay version of the straight porn series '50 Guy Cream Pie'. There have been a couple of videos that have tried to follow this concept, but none of them are as raunchy or hardcore as the straight version -- where 50 guys fuck and cum in one woman with no clean up in between loads. It's just cream pie after cream pie until the woman is completely covered in dried cum and it's just gushing out of her ass and pussy. The gay studios always break it up into smaller 5-10 guy gang bangs and do a complete clean up and shower between groups. They also never come close to 50 guys. I'd love to see 50 guys in a room at the same time, fucking and cumming in one bottom with no clean up between loads. Maybe at the end, the bottom could push the cum out of his ass so we could see how much is in him. Swallowing it would be great, but I think that may be asking too much. As for cast, a Helix, Staxus, or Eurocreme twink would be perfect for the bottom, and the tops could be a mix of guys from hot to unattractive and ages from 20s to 60s.

Last weekend I woke up craving loads in my ass so I posted an ad on Craigslist calling for anonymous loads at the local park in the baseball dugout. A bunch of guys responded, each saying he would breed my hole. I arrived at the dugout and set up at the end of it...ass up, hole lubed and ready to take some loads in my cunt. The first guy flashed a bright flashlight. I thought it was the police. Scared as I was, I just arched my ass up even higher and lowered my head hoping it was just a horny guy looking to drop a load. Thank god I was right. He walked up and fingered my ass while he was jerking to get hard. I bit my lip once he entered me and began pounding. The smacking noises we made as he pounded me made me cum. He dropped his load in my ass and then immediately took off. The next guy I believed to be homeless. He smelled of alcohol and piss. I could hear him set down a bottle of alcohol on the concrete bench. He was mumbling and he was nervous...constantly getting up to look around and make sure nobody was coming. He started by gently rubbing my balls and then fingering my ass. After awhile he pushed his huge cock inside my hole and steadied himself over me while pushing down on my back. Once he was set he began to ram my hole furiously like he was angry. He continued to mumble angrily with each thrust which made me bite my lip. His strokes slowed down but got deeper as he drained his nuts inside my ass. I thought he would get up and leave but he didn't, he stayed inside of me for what seemed like 10 minutes. I was worried as he was still mumbling but then I felt it. He began pissing inside of my hole. It was exhilarating. Feeling all that warmth spill deep into my ass. After he was done he picked up his bottle and took off. The next two guys had to be friends. I couldn't tell because they both spoke Spanish. No foreplay with these guys. They were both hard and each was ready to drop his load. The light from their phones let me know each was recording the session while his buddy dropped his load in my ass. After these two guys my hole was completely flooded and cum was dripping out of me. There was no way I could contain all of it but I didn't want to waste any. Still, I emailed the next guy saying he should come around, and also letting him know how many loads I took. He said he was fine with a sloppy ass. And it was definitely not a problem as, when the next guy arrived, he began by felching all the cum and piss out of my ass. Afterwards my hole was aching for him, but before he mounted me he said "Batters up!" and began pounding away, getting quite aggressive and verbal. At one point he grabbed my neck with both hands and grunted "How you like that fag?" . "I love it, Daddy," I whimpered. "You want this hot cum in your ass?" "Yes please!" He then grunted as if he was pulling a boulder while cumming deep inside me. He then slapped my ass until it was red and took off. The last four loads were just guys dropping more loads into my ass. After taking nine loads my body was wrecked, my knees hurt, my hips hurt, my back hurt and my hole was swollen and puffy and full of cum. I couldn't help fingering myself and rubbing the cum all over my cock and masturbating with it until I came. I made it back home and found some emails from the guys who had fucked me, suggesting we should get together again sometime. Can't wait

hot! i have also stopped PrEP. i have thought about it a long time. i have been on and off PrEP, i want to be a raw cum dump and know i will end up pozzed. taking PrEP removes the fun and excitement.

Congrats on finally being who you want to be inside. that is the most freeing thing you can ever do. look forward to hearing all about your sexcapades and when you finally get the bug.

What I thought was going to be a quick 1-1 fuck with an online horny fucker turned out to be a boozed up, poppers fueled fuckathon with two tops, one vers and me as the bottom....While I was being plowed by a very verbal top out of the blue two cocks appeared in front of my face. Two guys he had boozing and smoking with in the living room while I was ushered directly into the bedroom when I arrived. No idea there were two more. They took turns. Staggered home around 1am, half drunk, head spinning from the poppers and with 5 loads in my hole and one in my belly. It had been a while so this was an unexpected but very wlecome surprise.

I had a smooth ass for the entirely of my 20's. When I hit 30 in summer of 2015 I decided to stop shaving and see how it was for a year. It was really weird for a couple of months since I wasn't used to it at all... it's a whole new type of fun with nastier kinkier guys into it. It's helped weed out the prissy dudes who should probably be with a chick or something, I act less fem in bed and have become a butch alpha bottom... hehe

What a great way to get pozzed. Hope he goes back for more.

The latest strain of JP’s virus shot out of his piss slit like a SPACE X rocket and quickly went to work colonizing itself in the lining of my ass and guts. I sighed in satisfaction, feeling the fullness of his dick, the warmth of his cum, the rough scraping of his fingernails down my sides as he shivered in orgasmic release. We were resting in post-fuck bliss when our smart watches started to beep and flash - another fucking lockdown. All week the base had gone through a series of ever tightening security measures since the media broke the news. How did they know that the story the government had successfully sold to the American people for the past 30 years was not true? That Patient Zero - the man to blame for the AIDs epidemic in the United States was not a Canadian flight attendant? That the real track of the virus was from Zaire, to Haiti, to New York City in the late 1960s and early 1970s? I shivered in fear as I thought about what might come next: that Jean Pierre might be named - that we might be separated - that the world would find out about Project Unicorn and that Patient Zero was my brother, my lover, my husband. I chuckled and shook my head and wiped the sweat from my face as JP (Jean Pierre, but I always called him JP) caressed my forehead with a gentle touch, then leaned in and even more gently kissed me. He knew what I was thinking. He always knew. It had been that way since we were kids, and as he flipped me over onto my stomach and slammed his 11-inch dick back into my nutt filled hole he asked, “Hey B, You ready for some more unicorn seed?” JP always called me B. It used to be short for ‘boy’ - his first English word. Now it was just short for ‘daddy’s bitch’ when JP went into ‘top daddy mode’ during our sex games and role play. JP yanked me up onto my hands and knees and cuffed my head, forcing me to lay my chest down onto the mattress so he could scrape my insides with a deep fuck. Load #2 was always rougher - load #3 would take him an hour of fucking, pure beastial brutal fucking - and he was not satisfied until my ass pussy was swollen, black and blue, and my body was marked as his inside and out. Fuck I loved this man! As JP started slightly snoring, exhausted from dropping three buckets of viral cum in me. I reached out to grab his hand and held it as I thought back to how our story began. I was four years old the first time I met JP. He was eight and covered head to toe in a viral suit, a Center for Disease Control (CDC) Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) suit, complete with a hood and face mask. It was 1972 and they didn’t have PPEs for kids back then, so the suit fit him awkwardly, especially as my Dad and the other CDC doctors had used duct tape to tighten it in certain spots to he would not fall over when he tried to walk. I thought it was funny, but from the anger on JP’s face, and the scolding I received from my Father, I learned I was wrong. One day I was playing with the kids at my babysitter's house while Dad was at work, and the next we were in some new house, surrounded by boxes, and all I could see outside was a fence that I was told I could not go past. Beyond the fence I soon learned was a whole, new world. A world full of fighter jets, tanks, men in uniform, and from that day on Dad and I, (and soon JP), lived smack dab in the center of one of the largest, most secure, and secretive military installations in the country. Naturally the military installation also happened to be in the middle of bum-fuck-no-where! For the next two years I saw JP for a several hours every day as he and I played together in one of the labs. We found 101 ways to entertain ourselves and excelled at role play. JP was always the good guy or dominant one, even though I was the physically boy of the two of us. He was the cop, I was the robber. He was the cowboy, I was the Indian. Whatever it was, JP was always in charge. He was never without his PPE, but I didn’t think anything of it after asking my Dad why he had to wear it and Dad’s answer was “Because he’s special.” Knowing now that JP is Patient Zero and that all AIDs roads lead back to him, you might well ask 'Why did my Dad let us play?' Well, he was an angry, frightened, and often violent kid and I remember hearing Dad tell one of his techs that I was a calming influence on JP. In addition JP was always in that damn suit. JP was the only kid with whom I was allowed to play. On the occasion of my sixth birthday party Dad asked if I would like to have JP live with us as part of the family. That was the best birthday gift ever and the next day - my actual birthday - JP moved into our house on the base. Not only did I have a new brother, but JP didn’t have to wear his PPE anymore. There were still rules - and Dad made me my brother’s keeper to ensure the rules were obeyed . For instance, JP had to wear gloves on his hands at all times, long sleeve shirts and pants, and if he ever tripped or cut himself, we had to hit a big, red alarm button by the front door and the house would be immediately swarmed by techs from Dad’s lab who would check us over, clean up, and sharply remind us to be careful. Still, I could not resist touching JP when we were alone. JP would always pull away quickly and scold me whenever I sneaked a touch to his neck or some other small, bare patch of his ebony body. The feel of his skin, the warmth of his body through his clothes, the look in his eyes, which I now know was of the basic human need to be loved. Anyone else who touched JP was a lab tech who often had a needle to prick him with or some machine to hook him up to. I don't believe even my Father actually touched JP. I was the only person in JP’s life who saw him just as he was: a scared, lonely boy. JP shifted in his sleep. I smiled and reached down to caress his hardening dick. Fuck - even after all that, and all the years being together, and the hundreds of times he has cum inside me, JP is still a fucking nympho! In my teens our roles reversed. I became the wild, angry child and JP was the calming figure in our lives. I got caught trying to sneak onto a fighter jet, hiding out in the Army barracks as I tried to figure out how to run away, gambling with Marines using Dad’s gold watch as my bet, smoking and drinking with some Navy guys with stuff I stole from dad’s locked cabinet in the basement, and more. Through it all, JP was there. He never gave up on me, never got angry, and always made sure to tell me I was loved. My Father, on the other hand, was quick to remind me that I was brilliant, but stupid in the ways of life. I was brilliant, I guess, so even with only the home schooling I had received from the tutors Dad had hired for JP and me, I was accepted at an Ivy League school just after my seventeenth birthday. At the time JP was 21 and the day I left for college was the first time I ever saw him cry. The sight made me angry - a reaction I regret to this day. I don’t know why I got angry, but the look of hurt and pain in JP’s eyes when I snapped at him and told him I couldn’t wait to leave, forever haunts me. Well, long story short, I crashed and burned. Having total freedom, having a whole new world to explore, have no one literally guarding me day and night, I knew no boundaries and no barriers. Drugs, alcohol, sex - I did them all to the extreme. It was now 1986. AIDs was a major news story and had been for a few years. My Dad had even made sure I knew all about safe sex and at the time, I did not know why he was so insistent about that and never made a connection to JP, but when I went to college I knew all the steps that one should take to protect oneself - and I did none of them. For me it was not about being gay or whatever, it was just about having fun. Extreme fun. And the first time I took raw dick in my ass I was hooked. Yeah, I was addicted to the thrill of danger, the rush, and just the general fact that raw dick felt 1,000% percent better than a dick with a rubber. My ass was put against so many bookstore glory holes and taken so much anonymous cum I imagine I was directly responsible for the dramatic rise in the profit margins of the local sex venues. JP’s dick was now streaming a continuous line of venomous, toxic fluid. I carefully dipped my finger into the small puddle forming on tight abdomen and then licked it clean. Fuck even at 52, JP’s 5’8”, 150 pound body was still pure, lean muscle. My hole twitched, but I decided to let him sleep a little while longer. Back to our story. My world collapsed. Dad had a heart attack and I got kicked out of college for catastrophically failing, so, I went home where I decided it was time to grow up. Not only did I help Dad during his recovery, but I easily stepped in and helped cover for him at his lab. I also tried to make things up with JP. I felt bad. I really did. And while he seemed generally okay, occasionally I would still see the pain in his eyes when he looked at me. All I saw when I looked at him was a fucking hot black man with a monster BBC and I was determined to get it. You may think that Truveda and PrEP is a medical advance from 2014 or so. Nope. The U.S. Government knew all about Prep by the mid 1980’s and it was created, thanks to JP. Before I left for college Dad had told me I had an iron deficiency or some shit and made me promise to take the pills he gave me every single day and told me that if I didn’t I would have a stroke. Well that scared the life out of me! Surprisingly, taking those pills was the only thing I actually did do right during those months and it wasn’t until I was back home, covering for my Dad in the lab that I learned the truth: those pills were an early form of PrEP. They were just as effective as the current version, if not more so. That wasn’t the only thing about which Dad had lied - okay, well, not actually lied, but had not told me everything. There was JP. I spent hours and hours reading all his ‘secret and classified’ files: JP was Patient Zero. He was born in Zaire, in Kinshasha, in what is now the Democratic Republic of Congo. His parents had been labelled collaborators with the Belgian colonialists and when JP was about three his parents were killed and he was sex trafficked - literally sold - to some Haitian soldiers who were in the country helping keep the peace. He was taken to Haiti, where he was sold again to some asshole from New York City and was then taken there, where the horrors continued. That’s where my Dad found him in late 1971. My Dad is unbelievably brilliant and could see disease vectors and track viral clues like a bloodhound after a raccoon. His files show he told the CDC he was conducting tests of standard vaccination protocols in New York City. What he was really doing was tracking Patient Zero. He was looking for the source of a new virus, one he had seen in Haiti, and which he had followed to America. JP was rescued and my Dad forever felt guilty about not having found him sooner. The files referenced how JP had coped with the trauma, how he acted numb, almost unresponsive when he was first brought to the base. How only after he and I had started being playmates had they seen a glimmer of change, and then real hope once he had moved in with us. The files also detailed Project Unicorn - the U.S. Government’s efforts to slice, dice, and use JP as a fucking guinea pig for more untold horrors. They were especially intrigued by the fact that JP’s AIDs virus would mutate and evolve every year or so, seemingly randomly. My Dad even wrote in one file, “NO MATTER HOW MUCH THIS PAINS ME, THIS BOY’S LIFE IS WORTH NOTHING COMPARED TO SAVING THE WORLD.” JP was Patient Zero. JP was the nation’s father of the AIDs epidemic. JP’s virus - then and now - was like nothing the CDC had ever seen. It changed, mutated, grew to toxic levels no biology should ever be able to endure, yet JP thrived. He never got sick. He didn’t waste away. All drugs were withheld from him. No treatment ever given. That fucking pissed me off; knowing my Dad and the government, had abused him all over again. Clinically I understood why, but personally I realized, right then, how much I loved JP. I had always loved JP. Now what was I going to do about it? Project Unicorn 2.0 - my plan to get JP’s raw AIDs dick and have him infect me so we would be together forever. Crazy? Fuck yeah! Worth it? FUCK YEAH! JP had sacrificed - without a choice - so much for so many and no one would ever know. It was time someone sacrificed for him. Step 1: Stop Prep - I flushed a bottle full of my ‘iron deficiency’ pills down the drain. I would lie to my Dad if I had to, but my mind and heart were set. Step 2: Find out what JP knows about sex - On a military base getting gay porn, even back in the mid to late 80s was damn easy. Dad was gone for a couple days getting checked at Bethesda Naval Hospital, so I was home, alone, with JP. I got naked, plopped myself on the couch, popped in the video, and waited for JP to get home from his daily check in at the lab. He walked in, saw two black guys tag fucking a white bottom, grabbed his dick, shook his head, and literally ran to his bedroom and locked the door. I banged on his door, pleaded for him to open up as I ‘apologized’. Nothing except heavy breathing and a gasp. Yeah, I knew what jacking off sounded like. Step 2: Touch that dick - I left for the lab as normal, but immediately backtracked, sneaked in through the garage, and waited in the side entry hall until I heard the shower in JP’s bathroom start. I waited another minute, then knocked, “Hey JP, mind if I piss? Damn you know how that coffee runs right through me and the other toilet is not working,” I announced as I walked into the steam-filled bathroom, flipped the toilet lid up with a loud SMACK, and chuckled as JP fumbled, mumbled, and tried to hide the big top tent he was creating as his hard dick poked against the shower curtain. JP had his own bathroom for ‘safety’ reasons, and I lied about the other toilet. Once I finished pissing, I closed the toilet lid, sat down, and asked JP what was up. The curtain pulled back, then shut quickly as JP realized his monster hard on was peaking out. I boldly stood up, yanked the curtain back. JP’s reflexes kicked in and he wrapped his arms around his chest. I smiled, and with no place for him to run reached out and gently stroked his hard dick. Oh my fucking God! The look on JP’s face. Shock. Shame. Guilt. Desire. Lust. Need. Acceptance. Demanding I finish what I started. Without another word I started stroking his dick, using the water of the shower and the lather of the soap to make my hand slick, warm, wet, moist, and just what JP needed. JP tried to stop me only once, “Please don’t,” he pleaded, “I...I’m...it’s not safe...I can’t...I….” I replied “I know,” as I stroked him harder and faster. In less than 60 seconds he blew the biggest fucking load of cum I had ever seen. JP immediately gasped, pulled back to the far end of the shower, I smiled, wiped my hand on a towel and said, “See you tonight when I get home!” Step 3: Remove the barriers - Bethesda decided to keep Dad for several weeks for tests, observation, and to tap his expertise. For me, I could not have asked for a better plan. That night I came home, made dinner, set the table, opened a bottle of wine, and when JP sheepishly came in I took his gloved hands, held them tight, gently removed one glove, then the other. Once his hands were free he looked like a scared rabbit ready to run. I cupped his hands between mine and brought them up to my face. First I had him touch my right cheek, then my left. Opening his palms, I smiled, bent down a little and kissed them. He tried to flinch, but I had expected that and held firm, then casually said, “I hope you’re hungry. I made too much I think.” For the rest of dinner I smiled as JP kept stopping and staring at his hands. It had been a far too long since he had been around any other living soul without his gloves on. I even reached out several times to touch the back of his hand, to press against his wrist as I grabbed the salt, to brush against his knuckles as I set my glass down. JP smiled. Step 4: Take that nutt in my ass - The next few days and nights I replicated the success of that first day. It was torture for me as I wanted nothing more than his AIDs-filled dick slamming my hole, but I knew I had to be cautious. I would ‘accidently’ catch him in the shower and by the fifth day JP had the shower curtain pulled back and was eagerly waiting for me to stroke him off. At dinner that night we both were sitting at the table naked. JP had never even slept naked in his own bed. We laughed and smiled, genuinely enjoying the freedom of the moment. I freely rubbed my hand up and down JP’s arm, making the skin ripple with goose bumps. JP got up to go piss. I followed JP and stood in the bathroom doorway as he sighed in exultation from the release on his bladder. I licked my lips, wanting to taste and swallow that salty offering, but knew I would soon enough. JP stopped, I handed him his drink and remained in the doorway as he scrunched his face and downed the entire glass as I casually tipped it up with my right index finger. He laughed, reached out and spanked my right butt cheek. I turned around, set my glass on the floor and said, “Spank it harder.” JP tapped my right cheek lighter than a church lady. “Harder,” I urged. The next slap was better, but not enough. The third, hell yeah - I yelped, raised up on my toes in reflex to get away, and as JP apologized profusely I turned, and kissed him. Big, open mouth, sloppy, wet, tongue fuck kiss. JP had a look on his face like a UFO had just landed in our backyard and the little green men had said, “Take me to your leader.” I spit into my hand, reached down, and stroked his dick. At eleven inches it was pretty fucking long, and he was also quite thick. Could I take it? I didn’t know at the time, but sure the fuck was going to make it happen if it literally killed me trying. JP was quivering as I spit on his dick a few more times and continued stroking him. He grabbed the door jam, tilted his head back and gasped with pleasure. I paused, spat in my hand again and when JP did not feel me resume stroking his shaft he looked at me, looked at where my hand was and literally gasped. I BENT FORWARD, LINED UP JP’S RAW MONSTER AGAINST MY GREEDY HOLE, AND CRIED OUT IN PAIN AND JOY AS I PUSHED BACK, IMPALING MYSELF ON HIS RAW, TOXIC, PLUNGER. JP’S ENTIRE BODY SHOOK. HE BABBLED SOMETHING IN FRENCH I DID NOT QUITE CATCH. THEN HE SLAMMED ME AGAINST THE WALL AS YEARS WORTH OF NEED, DESIRE, AND WANT CAME GUSHING OUT AND HE BLEW THE FIRST OF MANY LOADS INTO MY WELCOMING ASS. After that first release JP’s guilt almost did him. Actually, almost did us both in. He felt shame, feeling he had done wrong. After all he knew the dangers, that he was Patient Zero, he knew that like the biblical prophets he had left waste and destruction and death in his wake. Hours later, after holding him, telling him over and over how much I loved him, needed him, wanted him inside, he seemed to get it, at least for the moment. The second and third breeding, while more brutal than the first, set the chemical and physical bond between us. JP has woken up from his nap, slipped his black and white ‘thug’ bandana down onto his forehead, cocked his head so I can see the part cut down to the scalp, and said, “Show me that fucking pussy!” He’s asleep again now, a small smile on his face, and I gently touch the little half moon curves where his upper and lower lips meet. Fuck, he’s sexy! My ass is throbbing - maybe for the next fuck he will take me to one of the base gloryholes? So, back to our story. That first night was all it took to poz me. Dad was still at Bethesda but within 48-hours I had the fuck flu so bad I begged - literally begged JP to grab an MP’s gun and shoot me. His response? He fucked me some more. He was a wild man. The best had been unleashed. He had had found his lover, his soulmate and reconnected with his best - and only - friend - and he fucked me over and over and over. I had so much AIDs venom running through me I could have taken out a nest of rattlesnakes and a pit of scorpions! When Dad finally came home from Bethesda he didn't seem to be surprised to see JP and me holding hands, no gloves in sight, or to learn we were a couple. I was ready for a fight, but Dad just smiled, hugged us both, and said he hoped we would be happy together but we had to understand what this meant. For JP, not much would change. For me, I was now Patient #1. I was the only person that my father could prove beyond a doubt was infected directly by Patient Zero. I became his next test subject. The following years were a series of tests, trials, poking and prodding, but as long as JP and I were together, it was all good. Sexually, we explored every wild and kick ass scene and thing we could. There are some nasty, twisted, freaky mother fuckers on military bases let me tell you. JP discovered about 10 years ago there was a gloryhole in one of the Air Force maintenance warehouses. Every Friday and Saturday night he would have me bent over, sucking his monster truck rod, while some anonymous Air Force brat blew his seed in my hole. Once I was so full of cum I felt like I would bust, JP slam-fucked my ass. Anonymous cum sprayed everywhere until he filled me with his own loads. Often following such debauchery he would follow his cum with his piss. Our role play became more intense too and JP knew that I would literally do ANYTHING he asked or needed. There was no safe word as he liked to beat my hole up like it stole something. No permission asked. I was his - and his alone - just as JP was mine - and as my husband moaned, turned his head and opened his sleepy eyes, I slid my nutt filled ass all the way down his 11-inch dick and said, “FUCK ME WITH THAT UNICORN HORN!”

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can't wait for the poz tops to convert me in december after Master fucked me with the cruel condom

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Next chapter....hope it lives up to expectations. _______________ Chapter 20) I stared at my phone where it lay on the nightstand, not knowing what to do under the circumstances. Had Miss Manners had ever covered this situation? Dear Miss Manners: If a guy has just shot his load inside me and his dick is still buried in my ass, is it rude to check a text message? “I better look at it,” I said. Do it quickly – like tearing off a bandage, I told myself. The last text I’d gotten was from Mike, and that hadn’t led to anything good. I hoped this wasn’t a follow-up. “Can’t you just ignore it?” Nick asked. I glanced at the clock – it was 11:55 am, almost noon. “Then we take a chance that it’s a text from my mom saying that they’re able to leave earlier than they thought and are on their way home for lunch,” I warned. I felt Trent stiffen – not in a good way – and Nick’s eyes widened. Neither of them had thought of that possibility. Trent eased out of my ass. “You’re right, check and see who messaged you,” Trent said. I stood up and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and saw the new message icon: it was from Uncle Jeffy. Now the fuck what? “Who’s it from?” Nick asked. “Not my parents. My lawyer,” I said, exasperated. Lousy timing, Uncle Jeffy. “Can’t it wait?” Trent said. “I have to find out what he wants. Do you really think I’ll be much fun knowing that his message is waiting for me on my phone?” I took the lack of further argument as tacit admission that I had a good point. I opened the message. “Darren, please call me ASAP. Sorry to interrupt your vacation.” “He wants me to call him,” I told them. “I better find out what’s going on now.” I pressed the icon and Uncle Jeffy answered immediately. I could hear what sounded like a television, voices in the background, and the clink of glasses like he was out at a restaurant. He obviously wasn’t in his office. “Darren, thanks for calling back so quickly. I’m sorry to bother you but…you know, let me go someplace quiet.” The noise dimmed, and I heard the sound of a door closing. “Sorry, I’m at my mother-in-law’s home in Arizona, we’re visiting for Thanksgiving. I wanted you to know that I heard from the police. They told me that the security camera recording was too dim to make a positive identification of anyone.” “Oh,” I said, wondering why this had to be communicated urgently. “I guess there’s not much we can do.” “Wait a minute, I’m not done. I was able to access the back-up in the DropBox folder, and it was a group of five men. I could see their faces clearly.” “Really? Do you think it was just a bad disk?” “It might have been, I suppose, but my bullshit detector is pinging,” Uncle Jeffy said darkly. “Huh?” “I want to try a little experiment before I start throwing around accusations. If I give you access to the folder, do you think you could take a shot at identifying any of them?” “I could try, Uncle Jeffy, but I don’t know that many people outside the fraternity. My social circle is a little constrained,” I said sarcastically. Uncle Jeffy chuckled. “I was afraid of that. I’m sorry we have to keep you segregated, but at this point I don’t want to risk your being hurt.” “I understand,” I said grudgingly. “Do you have Carlos’ number? He might recognize someone.” “Could you send me his contact information? I have it on my office PC, but not on my phone.” “I’ll text it as soon as we hang up. How’s everyone? Aunt Dita and Em?” “They’re great. Em loves MIT. Sorry she’s not here, she and her cousins are running around doing something or another.” “Send them my love. And tell Em she owes me a text or a call.” “Will do, Darren. Have a great holiday. And do I need to remind you? Do whatever your security guards tell you to do, and do not go anywhere without them.” “I promise.” I looked at the Nick and Trent, who were sitting on the bed listening to my half of the conversation intently. “I’ll do exactly what my security guards say to do. Take care.” Both of them snickered once I’d hung up. “Your lawyer is your Uncle?” Trent said. “Not really, he and Dad have known each other since law school.” “What was he calling you about, anyway?” Nick asked. “Oh, an issue with the security cameras at the house where I live at school. Give me a second, I have to text a contact to him.” I quickly shared the Carlos’ info with Uncle Jeffy via text, and got a thank you in return. Then I put down my phone. “Okay, guys. Now where were we?” “It’s my turn to plug your ass again,” said Nick, as he made room for me on my bed. “I’m only doing this because promised everyone I’d do whatever you told me to do,” I said as I positioned myself on my back, my legs spread in welcome. Both he and Trent laughed as Nick took my legs over his shoulders and pushed his still-erect cock inside of me. ————————— A couple hours later, each of them had cum four times in my ass if you included Trent and me the night before, which I definitely was. I glanced at the clock; it was 1:47 PM. “Gentleman, I’m ready for lunch,” I said. “You didn’t like the protein smoothies we’ve been feeding you, muchacho?” Nick said. “Ho-ho-ho. And I use the word purposely. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t like some actual food.” Trent and Nick looked at each other; Nick nodded. “Sure, let’s get something more to eat,” Trent said with a lecherous grin. I rolled my eyes, went to the bathroom to clean up a little, then pulled on my clothes. “Boo!” said Nick. “It’s late for Halloween,” I said. He smirked at me. “Why’d you get dressed again? I like your cute, smooth little body.” “Because otherwise we’d never make it out of this room. And I don’t want to shock poor Maxi.” They both had pulled on their clothes; I led the way to the kitchen. After running down the possibilities, they elected to have my mom’s homemade lentil soup and Thanksgiving Dinner sandwiches – basically a full turkey dinner crammed into a double-decker sandwich – with warm apple cider to drink. I offered them beer (which I couldn’t stand), but they said they were on duty, so no alcohol. Apparently fucking was allowed, but drinking and fucking was not. Maybe sex fell in the realm of guarding my body? I put the food together, which we ate at the kitchen table. I gave Maxi a small bowl of kibble, but he still shamelessly begged at the table. My mom spoiled him unmercifully. “Man, your mom is an amazing cook,” Nick said as he polished off his sandwich. “How does she write her columns and still have time?” “You follow her column?” I said, surprised. “Yeah, your mom is famous, a great writer. I even read her memoir.” I refrained from commenting on the book. “She plans weeks in advance, and makes something every few days and freezes it. And Dad does a lot of the baking, he says it relaxes him. The only thing Mom cooks the day of is the turkey and stuffing, and I put together the salad. It helps that she works at home a lot. She can shove something in the oven and work in here on her laptop until it’s done. There’s some pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread – both baked by my dad – for dessert if you want.” “I’d rather have some more Darren cake,” Trent said. “He helped make that too.” I’d left myself open for that one. I glanced at the clock; it was 3:00 PM. “Okay, once more each. Then we all have to take showers and I’ve got to do a quick load of laundry to conceal the evidence.” At 5:30 PM exactly, I took the last of the towels out of the drier, folded them and tucked them away in the linen closet. I’d taken a shower, made both Nick and Trent take shower, and laundered my sheets, the mattress pad and the extra towels using the washer/drier that was stowed in a corner cupboard of the kitchen. There wasn’t any tell-tale evidence that I’d spent the afternoon being fucked by my security team other than the slight soreness of my butt, and Mom and Dad wouldn’t find out about that. My phone rang, and I grabbed it, hoping and worrying at the same time…but it was Mom. Not Mike. “Hi, Mom,” I said. “Hi, Sweetie, how was your day?” “Quiet. Trent and I took Maxi for a walk, and then came back here for lunch.” I decided to tell her an edited version of the truth and avoid future complications. “Nick showed up right after we got back, he was way early. He’d gotten the time wrong, so I fed him lunch, and he spent the afternoon here, too.” “Did you get some rest?” she asked. “I went to bed for a couple hours after Maxi’s walk, and then for another hour after lunch.” How I said that without laughing was a mystery to me. “Oh, and Uncle Jeffy called.” “Really? I thought he was out of town, what did he call about?” “He is out of town, but there’s some mix-up with the security video. The police said it was too dim, but Uncle Jeffy said he could see everything clearly. I gave him Carlos’ number, he knows more about the set-up of the cameras than I do.” “Sounds like you had a relaxing day.” “Definitely, Mom,” I answered. It was getting harder to keep from giggling. “I just spoke to Dad, and he’s nearly ready to leave. He’s going to pick me up, and we’re going to Nice Matin for dinner. Oh, I made the reservation for four. Are both Trent and Nick still there?” “Yeah, but Trent is leaving soon, I think.” “I’ll call right now and add a fifth so Trent can to come to dinner. He was so nice to you, we’d be happy to have him along. And, it’s probably a good idea for you to have both of them with you.” “Definitely,” I said. I found Nick and Trent in the living room, watching some game on ESPN. Trent’s large duffle bag was next to him on the floor; I’d caught him just before he left. “You’re both invited to dinner,” I announced. “We’re going to Nice-Matin.” “I’ve walked by that place,” Trent said. “It looks fancy.” I shrugged. “Fancy-shmancy, no one dresses up there, if you want, throw on a blazer if you’ve got one. But I’m sure the staff will have no objecting to serving two hunky guys in tight t-shirts.” ————————— I was on the beach, or I thought I was…I was surrounded by tall rocks and the ground was covered with sand; I knew the ocean was just on the other side of the rocks…I was in my red bikini bathing suit; there was a gazebo and thought I spotted Mike inside. I hurried to enter it, but when I got there it was empty…and then I heard the shouts. There was a crowd of people walking towards the gazebo pointing their fingers as they yelled; I was scared…there was nowhere to hide… I woke myself with a small cry, then sagged back against the pillows. Another fucking nightmare. I got up, took a couple Advil and tried, unsuccessfully, to go back to sleep; my brain was still buzzing and it was 1:30 AM. I got out of bed, slipped on my robe, and went to my parent’s room. As I was about to knock, I heard a moaning sound from inside and a faint, rhythmic squeak. I retreated, horrified. It was just wrong to think about my parents having sex, and I certainly wasn’t going to interrupt them. I looked at the door to the guest room where Nick was asleep, considering whether or not to knock on the door. I didn’t feel up for more sex, I wanted just to be comforted. The solution was obvious: I went and found Maxi, who was happy to curl up with me on the sofa. I lay down and talked to him in a low voice. “You’ll protect me, won’t you Maxi?” he just nuzzled my hand to be petted again, so I continued. “I’m tired of being afraid, Maxi,” I said, feeling my eyes burn. He seemed to sense my upset – or maybe it was that I stopped stroking him to wipe away the threatening tears – and he licked my chin and my face. I went back to petting him, and he curled up next to me, contented. Slowly, surely, I began to feel drowsy. I’ll just lie here another minute…next thing I knew it was morning, and my Mom was crouching next to the sofa, dressed in a wool bomber jacket, jeans and sneakers. Maxi was curled up next to me, pressed against my chest. “Darren, sweetie, did you sleep here all night?” Maxi stirred and jumped off the sofa, tail wagging, looking at my mom expectantly. “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so I petted Maxi. Last thing I remember is thinking I’d close my eyes for a minute, so I guess pets live up to their reputation for reducing stress.” She smiled at me worriedly. “Did you have a nightmare?” I nodded. “Why didn’t you wake me? Or Nick?” I couldn’t bring myself to let her know I’d heard her and Dad having sex. And most certainly couldn’t say if I’d woken up Nick, we would have ended up in my bed together for a chunk of the night, and I wasn’t in the mood. “I’m not five years old, Mom. I just needed…the totally uncomplicated affection of a dog.” Said dog was currently nuzzling her, demanding attention. She sat on the floor, petted Maxi, then reached up and took my hand. “Tell me about your dream.” I remembered it in detail, so it wasn’t a problem. “It was a lot like the one the night before,” I finished. She shook her head, perched on the sofa, and hugged me; that was all it took for the tears to start. “It’s all right, sweetie pie, it’s all right,” she said. Maxi, alarmed at this display of emotion, jumped up on the sofa and tried to help by insisting that I pet him. My sobs diminished after a few minutes. I had to confess, I felt much better; there was nothing like a mom when it came to the fine art of comforting. My security guards and the guys at school were all hot and sweet, but it wasn’t the same. “The worst part,” I said, drying my eyes with a tissue from the box she handed me “is that I had a horrible fight with Mike just after I got here.” “I wondered why you’ve been looking so sad.” “He was angry that I hadn’t called to tell him what happened and that he’d heard it from Carlos and Rod.” I gave in to Maxi’s demand and gave him yet another belly rub. She smiled reminiscently. “I had a fight with your father just like that.” “Really?” “It was years before you were born. I was doing research for an article on gang violence in New York City, and got caught in a shoot-out.” At my horrified gasp she said, “I wasn’t hurt, I ducked inside a bodega, I knew the owner and we hid in the back. Once it was over, I got so wrapped up in getting interviews that I totally forgot to call Dad. He tried to call me at work, and someone mentioned that I was reporting on a shooting that I’d actually witnessed. When we finally talked he was furious at me.” “What’d you do?” “I promised to never do that again. And I made him his favorite dinner.” “I tried to apologize, but Mike wouldn’t accept it.” I started to choke up again. “What am I going to do, mama? He hung up and he didn’t even say goodbye. What if this is a…a deal breaker?” I couldn’t get myself to put my fears into words: I was afraid that Mike would never forgive me and that this was it. “Sweetie, I can’t imagine that he’d break up with you over this. I saw the way you two were together when we came right after…everything. He’s just scared about what happened, and sometimes that comes out as anger,” she said, stroking my hair. That’s roughly what Trent had told me. “I better walk Maxi before he explodes,” she said. Maxi’s ears seemed to prick at the words “walk Maxi.” “And then I’ll make whatever you want for breakfast.” “Anything?” “Within reason,” she qualified. For my mom that meant not too much sugar, fat or carbs. “Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and dill,” I began. “Good choice,” she interjected. “Whole grain toast…” “Excellent!” “And Dad’s triple-berry pancakes.” She looked undecided for a minute, then nodded yes. “I’ll get your father up on my way out with Maxi.” “I’ll put on a pot of coffee. And make fresh-squeezed orange juice,” I added. I was in the kitchen, putting the coffee I’d just ground into the pot, when my dad shambled in wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. “Good morning,” he mumbled sleepily. “”morning, Dad,” I said. “Sorry to drag you out of bed.” I added water and started the coffee pot. “Are you kidding me?” he asked, stretching. “You managed to score us eggs and pancakes for breakfast rather than the usual plain low fat yogurt with muesli.” He gathered the ingredients for his special pancakes, assembling them on the counter, then got a large bowl, a whisk, and a measuring cup from their respective cabinets and drawers. “This takes me back to when you were a little boy,” he said, smiling. “If your mother had to travel for work you were so upset. I made it into something fun by feeding you all the foods she didn’t allow.” “I remember,” I said, grinning. “She purposely cut her trips short because she knew I would feed you Jiffy peanut butter with strawberry preserves on white bread, pizza, hamburgers, fried chicken, French fries and worst of all, pancakes for breakfast. I wouldn’t listen to your nanny about it, either. I pulled rank as on-site parent.” He was measuring out the flour and dumped it in the mixing bowl as he spoke. “Your mother tells me that you had another bad night,” he said casually while he added the rest of the ingredients and started whisking them together. I looked up from slicing oranges for the juicer and said, “Yeah, I had a nightmare.” Still not looking at me directly, speaking in that completely casual tone, “We worry that you’re under a lot of pressure, Darren.” I shrugged. “You know the minute it’s too much for you, call us. You can come home to visit or to live. Whatever you want and whatever you need.” He began folding frozen berries in the pancake batter. “I know,” I said, wondering what exactly had prompted this. “Uncle Jeffy called me yesterday while I was in the office.” “About the case?” I asked as I retrieved the juicer and plugged it in. “Not exactly. Carlos took a look at the video from the other night, and he positively identified everyone.” “So that’s good, right?” I said, pausing before I turned on the noisy appliance. My dad screwed up his face the way he did just before delivering bad news. “Not 100%. Uncle Jeffy thinks that the police lied about the disc they took, maybe even purposely damaged it themselves.” “Why would they do that?” “He’s not sure yet, but is doing background checks on the five in the video to see what turns up.” My father shook his head. “It was such a great place when I went there. I thought it would be perfect for you when Yale didn’t work out.” “It’s not all bad,” I said. “I’ve got great friends and the courses are actually interesting.” “Now I wish we’d let you stay in New York,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken, nearly voicing an admission of fallibility, unheard of from my father. “It kills me to watch them stall the case and smear you while they do it.” I’d had only rare glimpses of this protective side of my dad before. Usually he took the attitude that what didn’t kill me would only make me stronger. “I know it’s hard for you,” I told him. “The school means so much to you, you give them a lot of money and…” “Fuck the university,” he interrupted, loudly. I stopped, shocked. It was unimaginable that he’d ever say anything bad about his alma mater, the place he credited with giving him the education that had allowed him to go to Yale law school and be so successful. He seemed to be struggling with some strong emotion. “I sent my only child, my son there, trusted them to care for you and what happens?” he said, anguished, pancake now batter forgotten. “You’re thrown in the middle of a parent’s worst nightmare and it was my idea…” “No, Daddy,” I found myself reverting to a childish form of address. “It wasn’t a bad idea,” I allowed. “And if I hadn’t gone there all my friends would still be in a terrible situation. What was going on was just wrong.” He scowled at me. “You are the most contrary little bastard in the universe. You kicked and screamed and argued about going there, and now when we’d like you to come home to New York, you won’t!” I shrugged again. Then we both started laughing. “I better get these pancakes going,” he said, putting a griddle on the fancy new stove they’d installed while I was away. “Don’t you have orange juice to make?” I stepped over to him, and hugged him; he seemed startled at first, then returned it, stroking my back. ————————— After nagging and begging, Nick finally gave in and consented to our going to a movie and dinner with my parents that night. He and I took Maxi for another mid-day walk, and he even let me do a little window-shopping on Columbus Avenue. I liked to sigh over the clothing I couldn’t afford on my own at Frank Stella, and I loved checking out the display at Schweitzer Linen. We picked up some iced coffee, then meandered our way back to the apartment, taking time to stop at the dog run with Maxi, where he enthusiastically galloped around with a couple of his canine buddies while we sat on a bench and watched him. “Too bad we can’t play some more this afternoon, muchacho,” Nick said. “Too bad for you, maybe,” I answered. “I’m still having trouble sitting.” “Hot, that’s what I like to hear. I like it when my boys feel it for a couple of days after I’ve fucked them,” he said in a low voice. He scooted a little closer. “You know, I’ve never considered having a full-time boyfriend to fuck, but if you’re ever in the market…” More like boy-toy, I thought but didn’t say. “I’ll keep it in mind,” I answered noncommittally. Aside from that he’d probably destroy my sphincter in a month, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be some guy’s…uh, not mistress. Mister? Whatever you called it, sooner or later it would blow up in my face. ————————— “Baby, you’re thinking too much again,” Carlos said. I gave him a dirty look, but had to concede he was right. We were en route to the university, currently sitting on an airplane. He’d insisted on taking the aisle seat again. “I’m worried about seeing Mike,” I confessed. “Why?” Carlos said sounding puzzled. I hadn’t meant to get into this. “We talked on Thanksgiving day after he’d spoken to you…” “I told you we should have let him know what happened,” Carlos interrupted. I sighed. “Well, you were right. We argued, and then hung up without saying goodbye.” “What? He didn’t sound angry after I talked to him.” “Goody for you,” I said. “He was plenty pissed off at me. He scolded me, then said he’d see me today. He wouldn’t listen to me at all.” “Now that’s just wrong,” Carlos said. “You’re going through enough since you’re like…the public face of the law suit, and he’s going to give you shit for not calling him right away?” “My mom and one of my bodyguards in New York said he wasn’t really angry at me, that he was just scared about what happened and feeling powerless.” “He shouldn’t take that out on you, it’s not your fault.” I huffed out an impatient breath. “You want to tell him that?” “You bet I will, baby.” Great, I’d opened my big mouth and done it. Now I could worry about them arguing over the argument I’d had with Mike. The fun just didn’t stop. We made it back to the house in the late afternoon. I called my parents as soon as we pulled up in Rod’s car. “Made it back here folks.” “Thanks for calling,” my mom said. “Oh, and expect a delivery at 6:00 PM.” “A delivery of what?” “We want it to be a surprise,” my dad said. “Fine, thanks. Talk to you in a couple days.” The windows had been repaired completely, I noted, and it looked like we’d gotten a fresh coat of paint and a new front door. As soon as I walked in the house and shed my coat, Aaron was there, hugging me tightly. “You poor thing,” he said. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said. “Please don’t fuss, Rod and Carlos were there. Who told you what happened, anyway?” “I did,” said Rod as he shut the door. “Everyone here needs to be aware that things have escalated.” “Whatever,” I said. “Not ‘whatever,’” Rod said sternly. “You of everyone here need to be especially careful.” “Fine,” I said controlling my urge to snap at him. He was just doing his job. “I’m going to unpack,” I announced, and then a thought struck me. “Is Mike here?” “He’s in your room,” Aiden said. “He was tired and in a seriously bitchy mood, so we told him to get over it or go take a nap.” It would seem he’d had the same trouble sleeping as I had. “I’ll help you with your luggage,” Carlos said, pretending to struggle to lift it off the floor. “You’re not funny,” I told him. We climbed the staircase and went to the room I shared with Mike. What would I do if he was planning to call it quits? I wouldn’t be the “Prefect’s Consort” anymore, not that the title had ever meant all that much to me, and was now more or less irrelevant. Where would I sleep? All the other rooms were taken… The door was closed. I took a deep breath, tapped on it as a warning and then opened it and went in with Carlos right behind me. Mike was sitting in the window seat – which was directly opposite the door – holding a pillow against his chest, his face buried in it. He looked up as soon as I walked in. “Darr…honey, you’re back,” he said, giving me a relieved smile, and got up and moved towards me. We were on nickname and endearment status again, which was a good sign. “Wait just a fucking minute,” Carlos said, stepping in front of me. “Isn’t there something you want to say to him, first? Man, when I called you I didn’t mean for you to call Darren and give him a hard time.” Mike looked him straight in the eye. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been miserable for the last four days.” “What made you do such a fucking shitty thing, Mike? He’s got enough on his head without you shoveling more crap on him.” “Excuse me,” I said, stepping between them. “But would you mind not talking as if I’m not here?” Mike came towards me; I could see the circles under his eyes. He was pale and looked completely worn out. He took my hands in his, kissed both of them, then said, “I’m sorry I unloaded on you. It was really messed up, but when I heard about the whole…incident…it scared me shitless. Especially what they spray-painted on the front of the house…” “Wait a minute,” I said. “What spray-painting on the house? I turned to look at Carlos, who said, “Good to see you two are okay, I’m going…” “Nowhere.” I finished for him. “What did they spray paint?” The new door and fresh paint job on the front of the house took on a different significance. Carlos looked uncomfortable and said, “They painted ‘die faggot’ and ‘Darren Leibowitz is a dead man.’” “And this was why Rod ordered me to duck down in the back of the car.” “Part of the reason,” Carlos said. “You were so tired and stressed, he figured you didn’t need to see that.” I turned to Mike. “I think I understand how you felt a little better. Where is Rod? He and I are going to have words,” I said threateningly. “Baby, what difference does it make?” Carlos said, moving to block the door. “He’s lecturing me to be careful, but doesn’t tell me what’s going on?” Carlos couldn’t argue that one. “Sweetheart, couldn’t that wait a little?” Mike asked, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. He nuzzled the top of my head, and bent down to plant a kiss on my right ear. I gasped at the touch of his lips. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll deal with him later.” “Rod owes you one, Mike,” Carlos said as he beat the proverbial hasty retreat, closing the door behind him before I changed my mind. “God, I missed you,” Mike said, turned me around a kissed me full on the mouth. I was helpless to do anything but respond. I hadn’t been in the mood for sex since my last nightmare, but something about us, our connection, shattered any obstacle. He was walking backwards towards the bed – he seemed to have memorized the layout of the room – and sat down without breaking our kiss. Then he was on top of me, my arms were around him, my legs parted and he was humping against me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him against me more securely and bucked under him, grinding my hips against his crotch. He was fully erect; I could feel it through the soft sweats he was wearing. I guess he wasn’t all that tired. He finally stopped kissing me, and drew back, running his thumb over my bottom lip which felt slightly swollen from kissing; then he gently caressed my left cheekbone. “I was terrified you’d be so angry you’d break up with me,” Mike said. “I’d say ‘you could have called me,’ but I guess I’m in no position to hand out criticism about phone calls. I was worried about the same thing,” I confessed. “Never,” Mike said. “I will never, ever want to break up with you, even when I’m being a total asshole.” I laughed, then said “Never is a long time.” He smiled. “Yeah. Isn’t it fucking great?” He kissed me again, and pulled me to a sitting position and stripped off my sweater and t-shirt. Then he was unbuckling my belt and had me out of my jeans before I could draw a breath. He impatiently threw off his sweats, and we came together, skin on skin, pulses pounding in unison, breathing in one another’s scent and indulging in another deep, steamy kiss. We wrestled with each other, rubbing our erect dicks alongside each other; I ran my hands all over his back and shoulders, down to his ass. I pulled him against me again, and moved impatiently. “Fuck me,” I murmured. “Please…” He reached for the Vaseline and lubed his dick, then put some more on his finger and gently probed the entrance to my body, that portal to shared pleasure. He moved his finger in and around, and once he was satisfied that I was adequately prepped, took my legs over his shoulders and pressed his cockhead against my ass. He pushed; there was a passing moment of resistance, but then he slid in me unimpeded, burying himself up to the balls inside of me. “Honey,” he breathed and pressed his lips to mine for a quick, hard kiss. “It just gets better all the time.” He was moving slowly carefully; I could tell he was trying to hold back. I didn’t know for sure, but I was willing to bet that he hadn’t cum since the morning of the day before Thanksgiving which made it…four days’ worth of cum that he was about to unload. “Don’t hold back,” I said. “Harder.” “I want it to last,” he moaned. “We just agreed that we have lots of time to be together. We can do it again,” I promised as I joined in his rhythm, pushing towards him as he pushed in, pulling back at the same time he did. His thrusts picked up in tempo, and he was grunting the way he did before cumming. “Cum with me, Darr,” he gasped out as he ground against me, angling to press against my prostate. It came as a shock, the tightening of every muscle as he pounded against my ass, breathing ragged and then the glorious, technicolor release. He was blowing out air as he froze; I could feel his dick swell and pulse inside of me. Post-coital relaxation kicked in almost immediately; he was heavy on top of me, but I loved the feel of his warm, muscled body against my own, pressing me into the mattress. He propped himself on his elbows. “Hi there,” he said. I smiled at him. “Hi back. That was awesome,” I told him. “You were awesome,” he said, taking my hand and pressing his lips to it. There was a knock at the door. This fucking room, I thought. “Who is it?” Mike called out. “Aaron. If you’ve finished your make-up sex, come on downstairs. Darren’s parents sent pizza for the whole house, but I can’t guarantee there’ll be any left if you wait.” That was the surprise from Mom and Dad. Suddenly, I was hungry in a way I hadn’t been in days. “Let’s hurry,” I said to him. “Yeah, after that I’ve got major post-sex munchies.” We hurriedly dressed, and went downstairs to join the others. “We’ll catch up on more sex after dinner,” Mike whispered to me as we got some food, and gave my ass a squeeze. “Looking forward,” I said, pushing back against him.

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Chapter 18) I was awoken by a loud buzzing…no it was a shrieking sound; I fumbled with my alarm clock but it didn’t stop. That’s when the sleepy fog shrouding my brain cleared a bit and I realized it was the new alarm. Someone was trying to break in, or more likely it had been set off by accident. Cursing, I reached for my sleep pants, while Carlos did the same. Then there was someone pounding on the door of the room. I started to get out of bed to open it, but Carlos pushed me back, and said, “No, Darren, let me check what’s going on.” I made an exasperated sound and started to argue, until Carlos unlocked the door and I saw Rod standing there. “Get in the bathroom now, lock the door and close the shutters,” Rod ordered. “What?” I said, as I struggled into my sleep pants and t-shirt. “Someone is trying to break in, they’ve thrown a brick through the window. The police will be here in a few minutes, but you need to do what I’m saying. Now.” His military training was in evidence in the way he was ordering us around. “C’mon, baby, move it,” Carlos said. “I’ll come with you,” he said to Rod. “No. Stay with Darren, and take his cell phone,” he said grabbing my phone and shoving it in Carlos’ hand. “I’m going to sneak out a side window and try to catch the son-of-a bitch in the act.” Carlos didn’t look happy, but nodded and hustled me down the hall. “Who would be stupid enough to hang around after the alarm went off?” I argued, dragging my feet. Then I heard a distant crash between the beats of the bleating alarm, and what sounded like firecrackers. “Get him in there and lock the door,” Rod shouted at Carlos. “Don’t turn on the light until the shutters are closed, and don’t come out of there until either the police or I say it’s okay.” “What about you?” I said, still resisting being hustled into the bathroom. “That sounded like gunshots or something, it’s dangerous…” “Darren, this is what I do for a living, this is why your parents hired me. Shut up and do what I’m telling you so I can deal with these fuckers.” Carlos scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, slammed the newly-installed heavy metal door, locked it and then groped his way over to the window. “We can’t just leave him out there,” I said. “He’s here to keep you safe and I’m going to make sure you let him do his job,” Carlos said, still fumbling for the shutters. “My phone has a flashlight, give it to me,” I said. He gave it to me, and I turned it on. “Aim the light at the floor,” Carlos barked. “You don’t have to shout,” I said, and then heard another gunshot outside the bathroom window. I gulped and immediately did as he said. He finally got the shutters closed, and I turned on the light. I sank down on the floor, sitting on a little throw rug with my back braced against the cabinet under the sink. I wondered how long we’d have to be locked up in here. On the one hand, it was secure as far as intrusions, but what if they decided to set fire to the house? How would we get out? I tried to relax and stop thinking up worst-case scenarios. But I was certainly good at them. The bathroom had been converted to a panic room, something I’d put down to general paranoia on the part of Uncle Jeffy and my parents. It seemed like they were right, after all. ———————— “Your luggage is in the car parked at the bottom of the steps,” Rod said as crisply as if he were a drill sergeant speaking to new recruits. “I’m going to exit first and open the back door. Darren, exit the house quickly, get in the back seat of the vehicle and duck down. Immediately. Carlos lock the front door of the house, then get in the back with Darren. One of my partners is driving us so I can accompany you inside the airport.” I was tense and exhausted; even after we got the all-clear, neither Carlos nor I had been able to get back to sleep. Rod hadn’t been able to catch anyone, and by the time the police arrived it was pretty obvious whoever had been trying to break in was long gone. The popping sounds turned out to have been firecrackers, not guns, though it looked as if someone might have taken some shots at the front of the house with a pellet gun. The police had come and gone, taken our statements and the video disks from the security cameras. Carlos had set it up so that the cams backed up wirelessly to a Dropbox account that he or Uncle Jeffy could access, so we’d still have a copy. I wanted to argue that this was a lot of fuss over what amounted to a stupid prank, but Rod made it clear that he wasn’t going to take any back-talk. I did exactly as Rod said while he hovered next to the car, and as soon as he and Carlos got in and all doors were shut we headed for the airport. We were going to be hours early for our flight, but Rod and the police decided that it was safest for us to get to the airport and go through security. No one would be able – theoretically, anyway – to get a gun or any kind of weapon past the checkpoint, and Carlos would be with me and could offer physical protection if needed. He was keyed up, ready to punch out anyone who even looked sideways at me. I hoped there wouldn’t be an incident while we were travelling. I was worried that because Carlos was Latino, the TSA and the airlines would probably shoot first and ask questions later given the current poisoned political environment. “Can I sit up, yet?” I asked. “No,” said Rod. “Not until we’re on the expressway.” “Stretch, out, baby, put your head in my lap,” Carlos said. “Now isn’t the time for romance,” I said sarcastically. Carlos scowled at me. “You’ll be more comfortable, and maybe you could catch a nap. You look worn out.” Put like that, the proposition had its advantages, so I stretched out as best I could using Carlos’ muscular left thigh as a pillow. I was on my side; Carlos stroked my hair, then kneaded the muscles where my neck met my head with one hand. I all but purred, and felt myself relax enough to doze lightly as we made our way to the airport. From the way Carlos gradually stopped the gentle massage, I gathered he’d dropped off, too. Rod subtly stood guard while I checked my bag – Carlos only had a knapsack – ensuring that no one got too close. He stuck with us until we’d cleared TSA security, waving goodbye. Part of his holiday weekend would be spent making sure the broken window was repaired, and he would monitor the house remotely via the security cams. Once we’d boarded the flight, Carlos insisted that I take the window seat so he could be a buffer between me and the aisle. I decided not to argue about it, and resisted pointing out that anyone sitting in front or in back of us could still get to me. Carlos said, “I still think we should have called or texted Mike. “What for?” I said for what felt like the millionth time. “There’s nothing he can do, it’ll just spoil his vacation.” Carlo gave up since the jet was going to take off and we had to turn off all electronics. “Baby, I could come with you to New York if you want,” he offered. It was tempting, but I didn’t want to ruin his time with family. “No, I’ll be fine. You should go spend time with your family. I’m sure your parents want to see you, especially with all the fuss over the frat and the legal stuff going on.” He thought for a minute. “All I’m going to do with them is eat dinner, watch football with my dad and some of my brothers and hang out. If I go with you, I get dinner,” he said glancing at me for my nod of verification, “I could still watch football and hang out, plus we could have more awesome sex.” I laughed. “It’s a thought. But you need to unwind and if you’re with me you’ll feel like you have to be my bodyguard.” “And what a body I’d get to guard,” he leered. We went back and forth some more, but he finally conceded that his mom would be upset and disappointed, so he couldn’t really blow off the weekend with family in DC. ———————— “Darren,” I heard my dad call as I exited the concourse at LaGuardia airport, and then I saw him waving. What an intense relief: I’d made it home in one piece. Not that I’d really believed anyone was going to go to the extreme of following me on the flight to harm me, but the events of the last 24 hours were enough to make anybody nervous. It’d been harder than I anticipated to say goodbye to Carlos after we exited the jet way, and I’d found myself looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was trailing me. Given that the vast majority of passengers getting off their flights headed for baggage claim and ground transport, it meant that I’d walked quite slowly, letting everyone pass me. Just to be safe. This warred with my instinct to run as fast as possible and head for home immediately. It would be good to be back on my own turf, just a face in the crowd that was New York and best of all with no bodyguard to dog my steps I’d be able to breathe. Now I was home and could relax. “Dad,” I said, throwing my arms around him. I was so happy to see him, and that’s when I noticed the two guys in dark clothing standing behind him, watching us. They literally screamed “security” without saying a word. Both were, typically, stocky and muscular; one was a little taller with reddish-brown hair; the other was a Black guy, possibly mixed race, a bit huskier. “Darren, this is Trent and Nick, your security guards for while you’re home,” my dad said. So much for normal. “Oh please, is this totally necessary?” I said irritably. “Darren,” my father said sternly “someone tried to break into the house at school. You’ve obviously rattled a number of people, some of whom have no problem using violence to intimidate you and may try to harm you. I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to your wellbeing.” “Rod called you,” I said sourly. “That fucking fink…” “I pay him to watch over you and to keep me, your mom and your attorneys informed.” “Fine. Whatever. Can I ask you guys a question?” I said addressing the two Men in Black. “Sure,” one of them, the taller white guy who I thought was Trent, answered. “Is it obligatory for security guards to have monosyllabic names?” I snapped waspishly. Both of their mouths twitched. “You can call me ‘Nicholas’ if you want,” the Black guy said. At least I’d gotten who was who correct. We collected my bag, got into the discreet black sedan with tinted windows that were probably bullet proof and then made the trek to the Upper West Side apartment where I’d grown up. The building was over a century old and had a tastefully ornate Beaux Arts façade. Our apartment had originally been my maternal grandparent’s home, but they’d elected to relocate to Florida years before I was born and had sold the place to my parents for a ridiculously low price. The Planetarium and Natural History museum were right across the street, and Central Park was just a half a block away. They’d always been my favorite places in New York, and as a child were my version of a neighborhood playground. “Mr. Darren,” exclaimed the doorman, Javier as I got out of the car. “Welcome home.” We shook hands warmly; I smiled at him and said, “Thanks Javier. How’s everybody? The wife, the kids…?” “All doing beautifully,” he assured me. “The oldest started high school this year, and the baby is in kindergarten.” Nick cleared his throat loudly, I rolled my eyes. “My handlers want me to get inside and go upstairs,” I said grumpily. “Have a nice holiday,” smiling at Javier to soften my momentary fit of pique. I didn’t want him to think I was irritated with him. I’d save that for the Men in Black. The elevator ride was very quiet, though it was possible that everyone else could hear me fuming. Once we got off the elevator, I could hear our dog barking. As soon as Dad opened the front door that led into the foyer, we were greeted by the manic amber dachshund. “It’s Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus,” I said, scooping up the wriggling dog. He was beside himself, whining, barking, and licking me everywhere he could reach. “Maxi, you didn’t think I was gone forever, did you? You knew I’d be back…” and that’s when I lost it, and started crying much to Maxi’s dismay, so he licked me in the face. Everything I’d been through: nearly being choked to death by Daddy Scorpio, dodging a potentially fatal illness, the insults and threats and last night’s attack on the frat house came crashing down. “Darren, you’re…sweetie, what’s wrong?” my mother said when she realized I was cuddling the dog and crying. “I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “I’m just, I don’t know…I was looking forward to being home and back to normal for a few days. And then I get here,” I continued, glancing at Trent and Nick, “only to find out that I’m under house arrest.” I saw the bodyguards exchange glances. What that meant, I wasn’t certain, but it probably was along the lines of wow-what-a-messed-up-brat-we-have-to-deal-with. Mom stepped over hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Sweetie pie, you’re worn out, and after last night it’s not a surprise. I’m betting that you’ve drunk too much coffee and eaten too much sugar on the way here.” It was as if she had a built-in junk-food sensor. I’d drunk several glasses of iced coffee and had a carrot muffin, a chocolate croissant and a cranberry orange scone while we killed time in the airport. I was pretty wired. “I thought I’d make omelets for lunch – does anyone object to cheddar and mushroom?” Mom addressed that last question to the room, and since there was no answer apparently no one minded and the Men in Black were having lunch with us. She’d chosen mushroom and cheese omelets because they were my favorite – a comfort food. “There’s tomato soup, I’ll make you some chamomile tea and after lunch you can take a nap. You’ll feel better once you’ve had some good food and gotten a little rest.” My mom – there was nothing that food and sleep couldn’t fix. I put Maxi down, and with his tail wagging madly, he went over the Men in Black. They smiled down at him and each gave him a pat on the head. If they were nice to Maxi, they couldn’t be all bad. I scrounged in my coat pockets for a tissue to dry my eyes and hung my coat, then took a deep breath and said, “Trent, Nick, let me hang your coats for you.” Wordlessly, they handed their dark coats to me, and I hung them in the closet. “Hey, what about me?” my dad said, apparently trying to be funny. “You’re not company, but sure, I’ll hang your coat,” and took his battered camel colored moleskin car coat. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, worried that if they breathed too loudly I’d shatter again. “I’m going to unpack, and then I’ll set the table, Mom.” “If you’re not too tired,” she answered. I had to demonstrate to these guys that I wasn’t a spoiled brat. At least not 100% of the time. “Why don’t I help you with your luggage?” Trent said. “It’s really not necessary, but thanks,” I said, leading the way to my bedroom. Maxi skittered after us, not willing to let me out of his sight yet. Our apartment was large by New York standards, three bedrooms and three-and-a-half baths with a living room, dining room and an eat-in kitchen. The floors were classic herringbone, the ceilings high, about 12 feet. My room had pale-blue walls, with a large blue and green abstract-patterned area rug and dark blue drapes over cream vertical blinds. A grouping of photos was hung on the wall, there were a few more displayed on desk; there was a reproduction of a Morris Louis painting and a framed poster from a long-ago Monet exhibit, too. “Nice place you have here,” Trent said, trying to make small talk. “Thanks. I guess I take it for granted, to me it’s home.” He set down the suitcase, and I opened it on the floor, and started to take out my clothes and put them away. Max decided to “help” me unpack by thoroughly inspecting my suitcase and its contents. Once he was satisfied, he jumped up on my bed and made himself comfortable on the blue, white and green striped duvet. Trent checked out the closet, stepped over to each of the windows and looked out – assessing the security or lack thereof, I suppose – then opened the door to the bathroom. “Hey, this is great, you have your own bathroom? It’s like you have a private studio apartment.” “Yeah. The view is the back of the building, but it’s quiet. Only the living room, dining room and master bedroom have any kind of view anyway. I had a nanny until middle-school, and this was her reoom. Once she moved out, I nagged my parents to let me take it. I think they decided it was easier to let me move in than to deal with my griping.” He smiled at that one. Now was the time. “Trent, I’m sorry about being such an asshole…,” I began. “No apology necessary. You’ve been through a lot from what I’ve heard, and last night must have been frightening.” I paused as I tucked my underwear in the dresser and just nodded, suddenly unable to speak. “You want to tell me about it?” I sighed and shrugged and sat on the bed; I gestured to Trent to sit on my desk chair, which he turned to face me. Max nuzzled my right hand, then rolled over for a belly rub. “What’s to tell? One minute I was asleep, the next the alarm was going off. I figured it had gone off by accident. My friend Carlos was sleeping in my room and he was just going to check what was happening when Rod, my school bodyguard, knocked at the door and told us someone was trying to break in. They broke a couple of windows, and I could hear what sounded like gunshots, but turned out to be firecrackers. The guard insisted Carlos and I go in the panic room and said we couldn’t come out until either he or the police cleared it. We were in there for about an hour before he said it was all clear. That was it for sleep, so we went to the airport early and hung out until it was time for our flight to go. The police suggested it because it was unlikely anyone would be able to smuggle a weapon past security.” “Do they have any idea who did it?” Trent asked. I shrugged. “The police have the security cam recordings, but I haven’t heard if they were able to see much on them. Rod tried to catch them, but whoever it was had already left. Probably some locals who’re pissed at me for messing up the football season. The University’s football team is big deal in that town, and I blew open a whole sexual abuse ring that the coach was running.” “So I’ve heard. That took a lot of guts.” “I didn’t feel like I had a choice. It was just wrong what was going on, the way the guys who are my friends were being used and abused. I had to do something.” “You really didn’t have to,” Trent said. “You could have just come back home and your parents definitely would be fine with that even now.” “Maybe,” I answered. “But how could I sleep at night? And I need my friends there, and they need me. I got them into this mess, I can’t run off as soon as it gets hard. So I’m not just a totally spoiled brat.” “Never said you were,” he answered with a grin. “I bet you thought it,” I said back, smiling at him. He was kind of cute, I noted now that my irritation had abated. Not as good looking as Mike…but definitely attractive. “Your parents told us you had a mouth on you. I see that they’re right.” At that moment my phone chimed, signaling an incoming message. I looked and my heart leapt – it was from Mike. “Call me,” it said. “Excuse me, I’ve got to call, uh…” “Somebody you’re happy to hear from, it looks like,” Trent said. “My boyfriend,” I said sheepishly. His eyes flickered – disappointment? Hmm… “I’ll give you some privacy,” he said, and left the room. I was pressing the return call icon on my droid before he even left my bedroom. “Darren, are you okay?” was the first thing Mike said. Not hello. And he hadn’t called me Darr or Honey or Sweetheart. I had a feeling this was not a good sign. “Sure, I’m fine,” I answered. “Why didn’t you call or text me?” he demanded. “About what?” I said, playing dumb. “Darr, don’t fuck with me. About what happened last night. Why didn’t you contact me? I had to hear it from Rod and then Carlos.” I sighed. “I didn’t want to spoil your vacation. There’s not much you could have done. I’m fine, Carlos is fine, even Rod is fine. A couple of the windows in the house, not so much, but they can be replaced.” “You should have called me first thing this morning.” “What about your family? How would you explain an early morning phone call like that?” “All right, well, you could have texted me,” he blustered. “Oh, yeah, great idea,” I said sarcastically. “‘Mike, someone tried to break into the house last night, Carlos and I spent an hour locked up in the safe room, but we’re fine. Have a nice day.’” “You could’ve texted me to call you when I could. That’s what Rod and Carlos did.” Duh. “I didn’t even think of that,” I said, chastened. “I didn’t want you to worry.” “Well that didn’t fucking work out, did it?” He was seriously pissed off at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make it more real, I guess. I’m safe, though. I’m at home and my parents hired a couple of security guards to watch over me.” “I’m glad they have some sense. You can’t do this, Darr, you can’t shut me out.” “I wasn’t shutting you out, I was planning to tell you on Sunday as soon as I saw you.” I argued back. “I’ll bet,” he snapped. “I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you Sunday,” he finished and hung up. No “I miss you.” Not even a goodbye. I rested my head in my hands; Maxi seemed to know I was upset, so he got in my lap and nuzzled my face, then rolled over on his back. I petted him absently. This was going to be the worst Thanksgiving in history. ————————— I was in the frat house…where was everybody? The layout was different; somehow my room from home had been transported here. I thought I heard Maxi in my room and went to look, but then I was in a different room…the sub-basement room? The walls were covered in black velvet, but there were windows. I heard shouting and looked out of the window, there were people pointing at the house, which now was just the one room I was in, and the walls were just fabric like a temporary pavilion. The crowd was angry and yelling something – I couldn’t make out the words – as they walked towards the house. I looked out the front of the house and there were more of them…where was my panic room, where was the basement…I couldn’t find a safe place and now they were inside and I couldn’t move fast enough… I woke up gasping for breath. It took me a minute to remember where I was, and another to stop hyperventilating. Just a dream, just a dream, I told myself. I went to my bathroom, turned on the light and drank some water. I wondered if I’d shouted out loud and if anyone had heard me. I turned the bathroom light off, checked the time: 3:30 AM. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but the dream still haunted me. I ached to have Mike here with me, or Carlos or Aiden or Aaron or Ike. They’d tell me it would be okay, and hold me until I calmed down. I should have let Carlos come here. I should have listened to him and contacted Mike. I tossed and turned…finally I gave up and went to the kitchen. Maybe I’d make myself some more chamomile, and that would help. I pulled on a robe over my pajamas and navigated by memory in the darkness to the kitchen. Once there, I turned on the light in the hood over the stove, and as quietly as I could got a teabag, put it in a mug, ran water over it and then put it in the microwave. It would be less noisy than using the kettle. I heard the jingle of Maxi’s collar tags as he joined me in the kitchen, looking at me with wide, imploring eyes, clearly hoping for a snack. “Can’t you sleep either, Maxi? Let me get you a treat,” I said, and went into the cupboard and got him his favorite, a liver snap. He wolfed it down as if he’d been starved for days. Then the microwave started to beep, so I ran and silenced it, taking out my cup of tea. I took it into the living room, turned on a lamp next to the sofa where Maxi joined me. The tea was still too hot to drink; I blew on it and took a few cautious sips, and petted Max. Two days until I saw Mike. I didn’t know what to hope for. Maxi was deliriously happy, though, rolling over on his back, and petting him seemed to calm me. I remembered reading that petting dogs could lower blood pressure and decrease stress. I heard quiet footsteps, and looked up to see Trent in the doorway, dressed in NYU sweats. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I whispered. “Your parents pay me to sleep lightly,” he said, taking a seat in the armchair nearest the sofa. “I guess you drew the short straw, staying here on Thanksgiving.” We kept our voices down to avoid waking my parents, though their bedroom was at the other end of the apartment and with its own private bath. He smiled. “It’s okay. Nick and I switch off holidays when we need to, and your mom put on quite a spread for dinner. What are you doing up?” “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I’m having tea and petting Maxi, which I hope will relax me.” “He’s a cute dog. Loves you to death.” “He kind of loves everyone,” I said. “It’s hard to compliment you,” Trent said with a lopsided smile. “Sorry?” I answered, feeling puzzled. “I tried earlier when we were talking about your situation at school, and now the dog, too. He hasn’t jumped up to greet me, so I think we can say he’s pretty attached to you.” “Okay. I guess that’s true. Dogs never stop loving…” I said on a sigh. “The call with the BF wasn’t so great, huh?” he asked sympathetically. I huffed out a breath of air. “Do my mom and dad pay you to read my mind, too?” “I don’t read minds, but you were excited to get his text, and since you called him you’ve been dragging around looking miserable. They do pay me to be observant.” “Yeah, it wasn’t a great call. Actually, it was a total disaster. He’s angry because I didn’t call and let him know what had happened, and he found out from Rod and a frat brother. He called, we argued, he yelled at me and hung up without even saying goodbye.” “I’ve seen this before. It’s not really you he’s angry at.” “He does a great impression of being angry at me.” “Trust me. He’s pissed and feeling guilty that you were in a dangerous situation, that he wasn’t there and that there’s nothing he can do about it.” I just shook my head and looked away. “And you had a nightmare, didn’t you?” I was surprised and I’m sure it showed. “What makes you think so?” “Darren, I work with individuals who need protection from people who want to hurt them. That’s a stressful situation to put it mildly, and most of them have nightmares and don’t sleep well. It’s hard to be in that position.” I felt a wave of relief. Someone finally knew what it felt like for me. Everyone else just told me to do as my security told me to, and that I’d be safe. In the meantime I was a wreck, constantly braced for the worst. “Did your training include being a psychotherapist, too?” He chuckled, still keeping his voice down. “No, but I worked as a bartender for a while. You learn how to listen doing that job.” “Yeah,” I said. “I had a nightmare, an awful one.” In a replay of our earlier conversation he said, “Want to tell me about it?” I told him about the dream in detail; it had been terrifyingly vivid. “I guess it’s not hard to interpret is it? Classic anxiety dream: threatening crowd, no one to help me, no place to be safe.” “It sounds pretty bad,” he said sympathetically. “I’ve had others over the past few months, but Mike was always there when I woke up.” “And you just had a big argument with him, which makes it worse.” I nodded, felt my eyes burn, but successfully stanched even the suggestion of tears. I’m not going to cry over Mike if he’s going to be a jerk. Trent moved to sit next to me, put his arm was around my shoulder. “You’ve had a hard couple of days, and you need to try and get some rest.” I didn’t want him to take his arm from around me…it felt good. Reassuring. But I nodded and stood, moving towards my room. “Isn’t Max going to come with you?” Trent asked. “I wish. No, he’s been very well trained. He sleeps here in the living room, or if he’s hot will curl up in the guest bathroom on the tiles. I tried to get him to sleep in my room when I found out I hadn’t been accepted at my first choice college. My mom even gave her blessing, but as soon the lights would go out, he was scratching on the door to leave my room.” “He’s a funny little thing,” Trent said as we left the living room. “Thanks for listening to me,” I said once we were at the short hall that led to my room, and held out my hand. He took it in both of his, and gave it a squeeze. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he zagged when I zigged and, somehow, our lips met instead. It was like static electricity, a brief shock; then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his arms were around me and we were kissing. Seriously kissing. I broke it off. “I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate,” I gasped. “Yeah, I know,” he answered. And we kissed again. We somehow made our way to my bedroom without really breaking the kiss, apparently quietly enough that my parents didn’t hear us. Both of us were breathing hard; I was practically crawling up his body, so he quickly lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me over to my bed and laid me down, then blanketed me with his body. I could feel the weight of his muscular body on mine, his lips moved delicately over my jaw and neck. He was pushing my robe off my shoulders, and I started to pull at his sweat shirt. In short order we were both naked, and we launched ourselves at one another, kissing, licking, biting and caressing. His hands were warm, lightly calloused; I shivered as he stroked my back and shoulders. “You have a beautiful body,” he murmured. “If you’re into wire hang…” he cut me off with a kiss. “Just say thank you,” Trent whispered. “Or better yet, tell me what you like about my body.” I giggled. “Everything,” I sighed, a little theatrically. “Your muscles,” I said kissing his right biceps and then trailing kisses across his furry chest to his left arm. “The way you touch me, the callouses on your fingers. Your lips,” I added and kissed him. “And of course…” I finished, stroking his hardening cock, and playing with his balls both of which looked to be every bit as big as Mike’s. He closed his eyes, his jaw dropped and his head dropped back as he gave a low groan. I moved down and began to lick his cock head, teasing, light touches of the tongue along with little kisses, then moved to his thick shaft and gave it the same treatment. “Where did you learn to do this?” Trent gasped out. “You’re what – 18?” I looked up at him coyly. “I’ve been studying hard since I got to college.” I moved to his balls, using my lips and tongue like I had on his dick, and kept going behind his balls. He shifted a little so I was able to lick his asshole; he gasped and I could feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me securely in place. As I rimmed him, I stroked his balls and his dick, eliciting another moan from him. Then he was pulling me up, and planted his lips on mine. “God, I want to fuck you so bad…” I smiled seductively and went to my bathroom and retrieved the bath/shower oil I used on my skin. I put some on my hand and rubbed it on his cock, then took some more and lubed up my butthole, then laid back with my legs spread. He looked down at me with a startled expression on his face. “What?” I said. “Don’t you want me to use a condom?” I hadn’t even thought of it, I was so used to bareback sex. “I’m on PReP,” I explained. “It’s covered.” He gulped. “You’re sure?” “Positive,” I answered. “Just fuck me…I want it so bad,” I whispered. He took my legs over his shoulders, lined himself up and started to push gently inside of me, almost as if were afraid he’d hurt me. Since I’d been fucked six times by Carlos the night before, taking Trent’s dick wasn’t difficult, even though he was quite well endowed. He slid in with no resistance from me and no pain at all. Quite the opposite – my own dick was hard as a rock. He pulled back and then thrust in again. “It’s been…I don’t know how long since I fucked someone bare, your ass is so sweet. I want to make it last…but you’ve got me so turned on…” he gave an inarticulate cry, and began thrusting against me with hard strokes, grunting as he did. “I’m gonna cum…take it…” and he pushed all the way in, his balls against me. I could feel his dick spasm as he shot his load inside me, and that’s all it took for me to shoot my own load all over my chest. He slumped on top of me and covered my mouth with his. I could feel his heartbeat race in counterpoint with my own. “You weren’t the only one who was turned on,” I said, stroking the back of his neck. He propped himself on his elbows and grinned. Then he grimaced, his expression serious. “I shouldn’t have done this.” “Hello? It wasn’t just you, or did you forget about my being here, too?” “It was totally unprofessional…” he began. “Totally naughty, and that’s why it was so much fun,” I said, interrupting. Then I remembered everything we’d just talked about. “Besides, it’s what I need right now…to feel desirable.” “Your boyfriend is an idiot if he lets this come between you. And I’m betting he’ll cool off in a few days.” Trent pulled himself carefully out of my ass. “I wish I could sleep with you, but that’s probably a really bad idea.” I nodded in reluctant agreement. He stood, used my bathroom to take a leak and clean up a little, then pulled on his sweats. I was still in bed, now feeling warm and drowsy. He sat next to me, and kissed me again. “Think you’ll sleep okay?” I inhaled and sighed deeply. “Yeah. Thanks.” “See you in the morning,” he said, and slipped quietly out of my room. I wonder if my parents pay him for that, too? I thought as I slipped into deep, untroubled sleep.

Been a while since I did one of these. So where did I get my last load? In the sleeper berth of a Volvo tractor-trailer. I had decided to take a roll of the dice and post to Craigslist. I seem to have reasonably decent success with arranging hookups via CL, but there's a lot of flakiness and frustration too. There have been times when I've had multiple lines on hookups and it looks like the hardest part is going to be coordinating them all so that no-one runs into the person in the next time slot. But then inevitably, things will go nowhere and the whole thing ends in wishes for what might have been. So it went today. After a promising start, one rejected me for my HIV status. One simply flaked. One was just weird. But the last guy was the one I struck up the longest conversation with. And he turned out to be a truck driver who was just settling into Phoenix for the next few days. He was actually kind enough to drop his trailer at the truck stop and drive his tractor into town to a parking place close to me. But more than anything else, it was a bit of a nostalgia trip, getting fucked on that narrow sleeper mattress, reminding me of when I used to drive over-the-road and would try to arrange hookups wherever I thought I was going to be parking that night. So it ended well. A good deed done for a brother truck driver. A load for my ass from him in return. And a little trip down memory lane. Plus I've attached another souvenir: that's his raw cock in my hairy ass in the picture.

Interesting question for me as I have moved from one camp into the other. When I was in my 20's I was attracted to the twinky, hairless type of body and 3 decades on I have transitioned into really loving hairy guys. So much so that I am not even into watching porn with smooth guys. That said I do prefer dark haired guys. A really thick dark beard or stubble, hairy legs (including bum) and arms, really thick hair around the groin and belly button and then up and all over the chest- heaven. So for me now it he 'Otter' is king. A nice well toned but not overly pumped muscles, with a good dark pelt of hair. For me good hair covering is the single most important element of visual masculinity and I hope the fashion of men shaving and plucking everything gets left to the girls. But each to his own.

Last question first – Otters are thin and hairy. Bears are much larger. Looking at your body type, you'd probably be called a cub – especially as you get more hair. (Cubs are shorter than bears and often younger). That said, congrats on your transition! I personally think FTMs can be really hot. Some guys aren't into the vag, but it doesn't bother me Whether guys find hair a turn on depends on the guy. It's neither right or wrong. Everyone has their preferences (and that's OK). Personally I just don't like subble… Everything else depends on how well the guy pulls it off. Some guys would look weird with hair, others would look weird if they were smooth.

Ok, my first attempt at posting here Hope you like it! So, first a little about me. I am mid 40's, 5'3 122 lbs, toned athletic body, smooth all over, and a Tgurl. Not for everyone, I know, but do play as a guy too. Anyway, on this Saturday night, I ended up at a Tgurl club, where most are working gurls. I am most certainly not, but rather was hoping to get fucked good in one of the private rooms upstairs. I was not to be let down! A guy I had been chatting with forever on squirt, who I had sent a message earlier saying I would be there, surprised me by showing up! He had been telling me forever he wanted to breed my ass, and especially after it had already been used. I wish I could have obliged him that, but still he took me to a booth, and mentioned he just wanted a bj! Damn. Well, I couldn't deny him that, so once in the booth he pulled out his cock, and suck it I did! It was a beautiful cock. I licked and sucked it, getting it dripping wet. He was close to cumming, and I wanted it so bad when he asked "Where do you want my cum, slut?" "Mmmm, please cum in my ass." He then made me beg for it, and beg I did. "Please, please fill my ass!" He then bent me over, lifted my skirt, slid my panties aside, and slid his cock in bare. "Mmmmn, fuck yeah," I loudly grunted, overcome with pleasure. He used me like a little fuck doll, tossing me all over the booth, and eventually started groaning, warning he was about to breed my hole. Again I moaned my assent. I felt his cock harden, and he grabbed my hips, pulled me to him, and exploded deep inside me! I held him there with my ass muscles, making sure he fully emptied in me! It was so so hot. Eventually, he pulled out, and I dropped to my knees and greedily sucked him clean. What a delicious taste. We pulled ourselves together, and made our way downstairs. After a quick ty, and good bye, he went home while I, who was still horny, made a point of walking towards an area where I knew Tgurl street walkers worked, thinking I might have some luck in getting picked up. The route took me through a park in the city centre. It was after 2 am now, and rather deserted, but still with the late night crowd heading home from bars. I sat on a park bench for a bit, and savoured the feeling of cum in my ass. As I was getting up to leave, a stranger, a homeless gentleman I found out, sat beside me, saying "Hi, there, you look so sexy." He knew of the Tgurl walkers in the area, and asked if I was going there. I laughed, and replied yes. He said he wished he had enough money to buy me. Well, I did leave, walked for a bit, and just got way too horny. I walked back to the park, curious if I would actually fool around with him. He was a good looking guy, and hell, I needed more cock! He was at the same bench, I smiled in greeting, and sat beside him, and he grabbed me and slid me onto his lap. I love a guy who is straight to it. He went right for my cock, which was instantly rock hard and began stroking me as he ground his crotch against my ass. It was so incredible and risky as there were still people walking through the park. But I suppose it was, after all, fairly dark, and my skirt, of course, hid the action. I wanted more, so I reached down and started rubbing his cock through his pants. He was moaning with pleasure, remarking he hadn't fucked anyone in quite some time, but that he wanted to fuck me. Well, I reached in, undid his pants, pulled his cock out, and starting rubbing it on my pantied ass. He took the hint, and slid my panties aside, and pushed his cock right in my already cum filled ass. I was in heaven. I pushed all the way down, taking him so deep as he jerked my cock, all the time pushing deeper into my hole. In no time he warned me he was going to cum. "Yes, please, cum in me," I replied. He groaned loudly as the cum flowed out of my ass, in the process soaking his crotch. I held him there, and had to sit still as more people walked by, and within a few minutes, he started fucking me again. I could not believe his stamina! I kept grinding down on his cock, and with in no time, he murmured "I'm cumming again!" Mmmm! I was one happy, dirty slut. I held him there as he filled me again with more cum. He was grunting very loud, and still had a hold of my cock. I did not want to get off him, and he mentioned I could sit on his cock all night. I was so hard, in heat, moving around on his dripping cock. He was semi hard now, and I thought soon would withdraw, only to have him remark "I"m gonna cum again." Wow! Three times. Yes, he let go of my cock and pulled me down hard, in the process cumming a little bit more. Fuck, this was so hot! I couldn't take it anymore, and my cock exploded all over my lap, and cum dripped down unto him. He rubbed his hand into my cum, and then slid his cum-coated fingers into my mouth. Suck them I did. All this time he kept grinding into me. I was dripping wet with cum. After several minutes I slowly slid off his cock, wishing I could just sit there all night. Looking back at that experience, I so want o walk through that park again late at night and find him. I walked off to the nearest street, hopped in a cab, as by this time, walking was not an option. I had been fucked so good. Needless to say, I arrived back at my friend's place in a state of euphoria. One of the best random fucks I have ever had! Only thing that could have made it better is to have had several men there using me. This story is 100% true! Hope you all like!

PART 9 – OURS AT LAST When I walked into the bedroom, Dalton was already sitting on the edge of the bed, clasping his hands together in a feeble attempt to hide his boner. He stared expectantly at the giant TV screen in front of him. “Dude, you watch porn on this thing? Holy shit—you guys do it right.” “Yup, buddy—we do it right,” I replied with a knowing smirk as I grabbed the remote. “You feeling OK, by the way?” Dalton replied with a goofy grin, his body swaying back and forth as his chest and abs glistened with a fresh layer of boy-sweat. That shot of G was starting to work its magic. “Bro, I’m feeling like fuckin’ Superman,” he said, briefly unclasping his hands to show off his rock-hard cock, then covering it up again. “Good, good,” I replied. “Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable? I bet you’ve never been on a California king.” “No, bro—I’ve never seen a bed this fuckin’ big in my entire fuckin’ life.” “Then scoot back so you’re in the middle. Then lay down and stretch out your arms. See how close you can get to touching the sides. I bet you’re not even close.” “I dunno, bro. My swim coach says I’ve got a pretty good wingspan.” “Then let’s see.” He hesitated, then grinned again. I grinned back. He was moving more slowly now, swirling hard on the G. I’m not even sure he noticed that Brian and Jesse had just walked into the room. “Show us that wingspan, buddy.” He positioned himself in the middle of the mattress. As he lay back, Brian and Jesse moved to either side of him. I stayed at the foot of the bed, watching his legs open just slightly while his arms extended to each side of the giant mattress. And just like that, he was finally ours. The restraints went around his wrists in a matter of seconds, cinched tight so his deltoids fanned out from his torso and his back arched off the bed. He was swirling hard on the G now, so it took him a few long moments to realize that his arms were tied to each corner of the bed. By that point, Brian and I were already placing his ankles into the stirrups attached to the bedposts. “What the fuck, dude?” Dalton said with an angry slur, his eyes glassy and dilated, his virgin fuckhole tightening in apprehension as he struggled to bring his legs together. Brian and I kneeled down to get a closer look: his ass was still mostly smooth, with just a dusting of blond fuzz circling that winking pucker. I leaned in and blew a bit of air across the surface of his hole, causing it to spasm. He whimpered. “You wanna know what the fuck?” Brian replied. “You’re the fuck, that’s what. But I think you already know that.” Dalton’s body jolted once, then almost seemed to relax into a stunned silence. For a few moments he almost seemed to stop breathing. In the silence, I watched a single drop of perspiration roll off his balls and down his taint before reaching his quivering hole, covering that tiny tight sphincter in a glistening sheen of boy-sweat. Jesse placed a prepared point in my hand. “It’s a small one,” he whispered. “At least to start.” "What the fuck is that?" Dalton whimpered. "Is that a fucking needle? Dude. What the fuck is going on?" “Listen, boy," I said with a growl, just as one of my fingers began a gentle circle around the perimeter of his twitching hole. "This whole experience will be much more pleasant if you just...surrender." He shook his head, pleading with me to stop, dude, just stop. Meanwhile, his dick grew thicker with every circle I made around that little fuckhole, and his piss-slit was already producing a thick glob of precum. I scooped up the seed leaking from his cock and, with a single finger, pushed it into his guts. His cock immediately sprayed his chest and stomach with a pulse of precum. He moaned like a good little whore, then tried to cover up the moans with growls of defiance -- until I plunged my finger back inside the warmth of his boyhole, causing him to melt into another deep, low, hungry moan. "Please stop, bro," he said, his mouth falling open slightly and his eyes fluttering as I pushed a second finger into his cunt. "I'm not into this." "We'll see about that," I said, my cock throbbing with anticipation as Jesse tied off Dalton's arm. I pulled my fingers out, savored the taste of his cunt on my hand, and practically drooled as I stared at the giant vein pulsing in the crook of his arm. "Now hold still, little fucker. If you keep thrashing around, you're gonna be in a world of hurt." We locked eyes for a moment. He shook his head again, and I countered with an aggressive nod. His eyes welled with tears. Then Dalton exhaled, long and low, as the tension drained from his body. "That's a good boy," I said. "That's a very, very good boy." Something strange happened in that moment: as I said the words "good boy," a tiny, mysterious smile crossed Dalton's face. Then, just as quickly, the smile vanished back into an anxious frown. He exhaled again. It was time. With a sweet little murmur of resignation, Dalton turned his attention to the sensations of his first slam: the tightness of the strap around his bicep, the sensation of my breath blowing gently across the surface of his skin, and the tiny sting of the needle sliding into the warmth and welcome of his vein.

PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

Taking POZ Seed in Atlanta I was interning in a corporate office to pick up some hours as I was putting myself through school. My boss, Tim, asked me to come along with him to Atlanta for a conference. He said it would be a good opportunity to interview prospective firms that I might apply to for work after school. The company was going to pay for our flight and our room, which we'd have to share, but I knew Tim was professional and it would not be an issue. How could I say no? The fist two days of the conference went well, and I handed out a bunch of resumes. One firm scheduled an interview with me and I nervously went. The interview was in a living room area in a suite shared by several partners in the firm. I met Chuck, a junior partner, right on time. He was wearing a nicely-tailored slim suit that only accentuated his muscular chest. He extended his hairy palm and shook my hand vigorously. I could feel myself going weak at the knees for this hunk, but managed to hold it together. Turns out that Chuck had gone to the same university as me and was impressed with my resume. After about thirty minutes chatting about life, my ten-year plan, etc., he told me that he would be pleased to offer me a job, on the spot, to start as soon as I got my diploma. Score!!! He offered to take me and my boss out to celebrate. Even though my boss, Tim, was married and had a family, I always suspected he was a closet-case. I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his chest as he showered and changed clothes for the night. My suspicions were confirmed when I met Chuck and Tim in the hotel lobby and both were dressed to impress. Both of them clearly worked out, and their tight t-shirts clung to every ripple of their muscles and their tight jeans left little to the imagining. They kissed on the cheek and hugged. We three hopped in a cab, with me in the middle. I knew there was some chemistry going on between these two and felt awkward being caught in the middle. The cab dropped us off on the north side of town and we barhopped, getting more and more drunk with each stop. By the last stop, Chuck and Tim couldn't keep their hands off each other and disappeared into the bathroom for what must have been fifteen minutes. I entertained myself at the bar, knowing those two studs were getting it on in the bathroom. The bartender chatted me up a bit and brought me a drink, “from an admirer,” he said, pointing to a really cute guy in his mid-30s a few stools down. I smiled at him and said thanks. He scooted to the stool next to me, and we flirted a little. He introduced himself as Brad, which made the bartender chuckle, so I doubted that was his real name. Brad had cropped black hair styled up into a faux-hawk , a chiseled stubbled jaw, and pale blue eyes that I wanted to stare into for a long time. He put his hand on my thigh and I let him. He bought me another drink. Still no sign of Tim and Chuck. After downing the second Jack and coke Brad had bought for me, I told him I would be right back and staggered to the bathroom, mostly to check on my current and future bosses. Sure enough, they were going at it hot and heavy in a stall. All of the urinals were occupied by guys pissing or guys wanking listening to the fucking going on behind the latched door. I let myself into the next stall and was surprised to find a glory hole. I knelt down to take a look and saw Chuck pounding the hell out of Tim's ass. I'm pretty sure it was bareback, but didn't want to get caught peeping, so I pissed and left. When I got back to the bar, Brad was still sitting there, with a fresh Jack and coke waiting for me. Something in the back of my head told me not to drink it, that he might have slipped something into it, but I figured, what the hell. He was super cute and I figured I was going to go home with him anyway, so what did I have to loose? From that point on, my memory of the evening is spotty at best. * * * I was on my knees in an alley, asphalt grinding into skin, as Brad face-fucked me. He had a thick uncut 8” cock and low-hanging balls that bounced with the force of him driving in and out of my mouth, my jaw opened to the limit. I remember seeing a scorpion tattoo on his groin. It was so sexy, almost dancing as his muscles flexed. “You like my tatt?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg,” I gurgled as he kept fucking my face. “Want one of your own?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg!” * * * Brad had somehow gotten me into his pick-up truck. I was slumped in the passenger side with my pants at my knees as he fisted my drooling boner. He was driving my somewhere. He got out of the truck and walked around, supporting me with his brawny arms, and walked me into a neon-lit tattoo parlor. “Just like mine,” I remember him telling the artist as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. A bearded hulk of a guy with a rebel flag bandana and a long unkempt beard pulled my pants down and had to jerk back as my wet cock sprung up. Brad leaned me back and poured some whisky into my mouth as the tattoo artist laid down the design and began to trace it with the needles. • • • “No, let's go back to my hotel, Brad. It's classy. You'll like it,” I slurred. I couldn't believe I had invited this stranger back to my room, the room I was sharing with my boss who was more than likely hooking up as well! I remember leaning on him as he walked me through the lobby and into the elevator. We miraculously found the right room and let ourselves in. Sure enough, Tim and Chuck were in bed together, Chuck riding Tim's dick as he bounced him and down, their sweaty backs glistening in the low-light of the room. They froze as we walked in. Brad piped up, “Don't let us disturb you...” He was dragging me by now, into the bathroom. He flipped on the incredibly bright light and tore my clothes off. I remember the cold of the tile. I remember him sucking my dick as he traced my aching new tattoo with his finger. I remember him tongue-fucking my ass as my face was pressed against the bathtub rim. I remember him slapping me around a bit with his dick. I remember pushing back to meet his thrusts as he fucked me, bare. I remember shooting my load all over the floor and him pushing my face down into it and forcing me to lick it up. I remember him cumming deep in my ass, at least twice. The rest is a blank. • • • The next morning, I awoke sore from head to toe. My stomach was aching more than it ever had. Brad must have beat me black and blue. I had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and innumerable bruises all over my body. I was too weak to stand. Tim knocked gently on the door and let himself in. “Morning, tiger.” He was shocked to see me in the tub, naked, used, and abused. He was even more surprised by my new tattoo. “I didn't know you were a Scorpio.” Tim was a real gentleman, and helped me stand up and gently held me under the shower head. I knew he was getting hard and could feel his cock nuzzled up against my ass. “I've always thought you were so sexy, but if we ever screw, I want it to be nice for both of us. You're too messed up now to enjoy it...” I smiled weakly as he gingerly kissed my neck and rinsed me all over. I saw a river of pink as he washed my ass. “He must have really torn you up back there! Hope it was worth it!” It was only later that day that it really sunk it what had happened to me. I freaked out when I realized that he had fucked me raw and came in my ass at least twice. He had used me all night. I cried out several times, but Chuck and Tim thought it was because I was enjoying myself. On the flight home, I confessed to Tim what had happened and that I thought I had been drugged. “So did your new friend convince you to get that tatt?” “Yeah. It matches his.” “You know what that symbol can mean, right?” He told me and I was mortified. Brad might have been POZ. As soon as I got back to my dorm on campus, I dropped my stuff and headed to the student health clinic. They took blood samples and told me that I had definitely been given something other than booze. I tested NEG and had to go back every month for testing for a full six months just to be sure. Word to the wise, if you're in Atlanta, don't let “Brad” buy you a drink, unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing. Which I now am...