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Thanks to all the guys that enjoy my stories. I'm sorry I don't add chapters more quickly, and I haven't totally abandoned my other stories either. Sometimes it's hard to get motivated, but tonight I am, lol. Blown some clouds, shoved a nice shard up my ass followed by a nice sized plug, tied up my cock and balls real good, and clamped my nipples, got some good ole T.I.M.playing, (Christian and Ian Jay are probably my favourite cumdumps!)....so I'm ready to add a chapter or two! Part 2 Master went to the closet and started taking a few things out. "Do you trust me boy?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. Even though I had just met him, I was totally under his spell and would do ANYTHING to please him. "Good boy!" he smiled as he started hanging a sling onto his bed. As soon as it was up he had me climb in it and quickly had me secured. Then he took earplugs and inserted them into my ears. This was followed by a heavy leather mask with a mouth gag which he tightened around my head. In a matter of minutes I was imobile, unable to see, hear or speak. Master left the room for a while, I have no idea how long, time was irrelevant. Eventually I suddenly felt fingers pulling the plug out of my ass, leaving me temporarily empty. Then I felt fingers entering my hungry hole, quickly followed by that burning sensation again and I knew another shard had been shoved into me. This was followed by what I knew was a dildo. It wasn't super thick, but it was very long, and I moaned and writhed as I felt it go deep inside me, past my inner sphincter. Master pulled it in and out, pushing it further and further each time untill I swear it must have been in my stomach. I just moaned like a slut while my soft dick leaked and leaked. After probably 30 or so minutes of this, he pulled it out and replugged me. Then I was left alone for a while. The next thing I felt were fingers again pulling out the plug being quickly followed by something else being inserted. I knew it wasn't another dildo, it was a real cock. But I could tell it wasn't Master's cock, It was someone elses, and I couldn't do anything to stop it! But I also didn't care. It was a cock and my ass was hungry. Being high and deprived of my senses concentrated all my attention to my needy slave hole. And if Master wanted someone to fuck me, who was I to refuse? I just let go and enjoyed the fucking I was getting, using my ass muscles to give as much pleasure as I could, squeezing and sucking as hard as my horny fuckhole could. I must have been good because he didn't last too long before he buried himself and went ridged and I knew he was dumping his load into me. After my slave cunt sucked every last drop out of him, he pulled out, and I felt empty and sad. But then the plug was reinserted and I was left alone for a while. Eventually again fingers pulled the plug out and another cock entered me, again not Master's! It was bigger than the last one, but not as big as Master's. He fucked me for a long time, I have no idea how long, felt like an hour but couldn't have been. He found the exact spot on my prostate that caused me to moan the loudest and my dick to leak the most, and pounded it relentlessly. Over and over he hit the one spot untill I was screaming into the gag from uncontrollable pleasure. Eventually he shot his load deep in my guts, adding to Master's and the previous fucker. After he pulled out the plug was not replaced, instead another dick started fucking my increasingly sloppy hole. He was a little smaller than the last guy, so I had to work my ass muscles on him untill I milked his load out and into my guts. He pulled out and I could feel cum leaking out of my open hole. Then another cock immediately filled my greedy dumphole. This one took me by surprise. He was larger than Master, probably the largest cock I had taken in my life at that point, but it was hard to tell. All I knew is I howled as he buried himself balls deep in one mighty thrust. In spite of the drugs, and all the previous fucking, he stretched my hole and made it hurt. But I could nothing but take it, and take it I did! Someone held poppers under my nose and I desperately inhaled several times. Soon my head was spinning and my ass was loving the assault it was getting. And what an assault it was! This guy knew how to use his massive weapon. He'd alternate between long, slow strokes, burying himself as deep as he could, rotating his hips so he could really open me deep inside before pulling out and slamming back in as hard as he could, fucking me hard and fast for a few minutes before repeating the process. And he kept this up for a LONG time. I was given poppers several times during his fuck, keeping my ass loose and receptive to his abuse as he litterally fucked me into oblivion! I was seeing stars as every nerve exploded in the one place aware of pleasure, my busted open hole. I could barely stay conscious as he fucked me for an eternity before finally dumping what I'm sure was a huge load far into my bowels. After he pumped all he could into me he collapsed onto me, our sweaty bodies sticking together, and just breathed deep for a while before finally pulling his softening cock out of my now very official slave cumpdump hole. A plug was inserted and I could barely feel it as it past my overly stretched out asslips. Then I was alone again, left to contimplate everything that had transpired tonight. After a while, I felt hands at my head as Master removed the mask, then the earplugs as I slowly readjusted my senses. He pulled out the plug and said "Push boy. Push out the cum. I want to see it pour out of your beautiful rosebud." And I did as told, expelling all the cum I possibly could. Master held up a cup with the creamy brown liquid. There had to be at least an 1/8 of a cup of cum and ass juice. He stuck his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw open. Holding the glass over my mouth, he slowly poured the gooey contents into my mouth, scraping the sides of the glass with his finger and wiping it on my tongue, before closing my mouth. I didn't have to be told to swallow, I knew. Master then helped me out of the sling and onto the bed. After taking down the sling he laid down on the bed, holding his rock hard cock straight up. "Sit boy!" he commanded. I straddled his hips and placed his fat mushroom head against my sore lips and moaned as I slid all the way down him, settling my puffy hole against his rough pubes. "Work my cock boy!" he ordered. "Make me cum with that talented fuckhole!" I worked my wore out ass as hard as I could, trying to please him. "I was so proud of you tonight boy. You show the makings of a good slave. Those were four of my friends that used you tonight. I called several people and told them I had a new cumdump slave that needed breaking in. I called more, pity more couldn't have made it. Instead of 4 annonymous loads, you could have had 8 to 10. But one day. And thats my favourite part. You will never know who they were. But they all knew you! Now everytime you go out to a leatherbar, you will wonder just who there bred you without your knowledge. When I talk to my friends, you will always wonder, "Is it your cum that was dumped in me?" I moaned at this realization, knowing people I didn't know, that know me, now know I'm a slaveboy cumdump. My tina dick got a little hard at that thought. "And you were a lucky boy tonight. That last guy is one of the best tops in the city. I was surprised he was available. He's hit on you before, but you've turned him down. See what you've been missing? You can thank me boy. Say, "Thank you Master for allowing him to breed my slavecunt. Say it!" "Thank you Master! Thank you for allowing him to breed my slavecunt Sir" "Good boy. Now thank me for letting my other friends breed your piggy cumhole." "Thank you Sir for letting your friends breed my piggy cumhole" "Now boy," he said as he started pinching and twisting my nipples, causing my ass to go crazy on his cock, "tell me what a filthy little whore you really are. Tell me you REALLY want to be my slaveboy. Beg for it!" He placed poppers under my nose again, three hits on each side, then attacked my nipples with force. "SAY IT BITCH!!" "God yes Sir!" I shouted as my still hungry ass milked his cock as hard as it could. "Please let me be your boy, your slave, your cumdump. Use me for your pleasure Sir! I beg you! I've never wanted anything more! Make me your little piggy! I want it so bad!" I continued to plead and beg as his nipple work sent my already sex and drug fuled mine into overdrive. I spilled every dirty fantasy I ever had, promising him I would be the nastiest, dirtiest, piggiest, most depraved slave for him. I begged him to use me, train me, fuck me, loan me to his friends, rent me out if he wanted, I'd be a whore for him. The more I begged, the harder he tortured my nipples. The harder he tortured my nipples, the dirtier I got, begging for him to do the most disgusting to me that he wanted. Finally he let out a growl as he shot another load into my well used hole before pushing me off and plugging me up again. "Thank me for my cum boy. Every time you receive your Master's cum, or anyone else your ordered to, you will be thankful for it. Understood boy?" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "Thank you for your cum Sir!" "I can tell you're going to be a good slave." he smiled at me. "And look, the suns just coming up. We have two whole days of your birthday yet. And I have plenty of ideas!" I suddenly got a little bit nervous as to what I had REALLY gotten myself into.

When my ex Scott and I would go out we would often end up at the bath house to sober up a bit before heading home. We would get a room and Scott would party up and I would roam around looking for cock and hole. We had been a few times and one of the attendants was a nice looking black guy named Heath. We flirted with him but never thought anything would come of it. One night we got him into our room and took turns sucking his long cut cock. It was only for a minute or two and he said he had to get back to work and we thought that was that. Later Scott and I were taking turns fucking a guy who was flying on something and begging for cock in one of the public play areas. We fucked his holes for awhile and he was begging for cum. I was throat fucking him while Scott was plowing his ass and I pulled out and asked if he wanted my boyfriends’ poz load and he just moaned. I got behind Scott telling him I wanted to see him poz that hole for me. I played with his nipples, which always did it for him, and soon he was pumping his poz load into the tweeked out guy. He kept fucking for a bit then pulled out and I slid right in that hot, wet, loaded hole. It felt amazing and the guy was begging to be fucked harder, saying he could take it and to really give it to him. I grabbed his hips and soon the sounds of his moans and my hips smacking his ass were getting louder and louder. I was not ready to cum yet and pulled out to let someone else have a turn at the guy. Scott and I took a shower and headed back to our room and saw Heath walking by and motioned him in. Scott said he wanted to see him fuck me and Heath looked at me and I just nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Scott shut the door and had me on my hands and knees licking my cock as I sucked Heath’s cock getting him nice and wet. Scott stood up and kissed Heath as he guided his bare cock to my hole. His cock was long and thin but had a really big flared head and it took some work to get it in. I was on my hands and knees, Heath behind me, and Scott scooted underneath me getting into a 69 position. I bent down and sucked his cock as he licked my balls and said how hot it was to watch me take that black cock. Heath had been a bit hesitant up until then working his cock in me but Scott encouraged him to ram into me which he did taking my breath away. He waiting a second but soon was fucking the whole length of that long black cock into me and pulling almost all the way out only to sink in balls deep again. It was quick and rough, with him forcing my hips back onto his cock over and over. Scott kept saying how hot it was to watch me get fucked like that and soon Heath buried his cock in me and I could feel it spasm as he loaded my hole. He slowly pulled out and then Scott and I were licking him clean. He headed back to work and Scott slid his cock into me and fucked me for few minutes but then said he wanted to rest for a bit and sent me out to look for more fun. I walked around and saw a guy we knew from a bar we went to. Average body but damn at the cock on him. That thing was a good 6 inches hanging soft. He asked where Scott was and I said resting but I wanted some more cock and would he let me play with his. In reply he leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs for me. I fell to my knees and licked and sucked him hard. I told him I had no idea he had such a nice big cock and he sorta laughed and guided my mouth up to his and kissed me. We lay on the bed rubbing against each other and his fingers found their way to my hole and he asked how many loads I had in me. I told him two so far, one poz and one neg. He asked if he could fuck another poz load into me. Hell yeah! He had me on my back in no time with my legs on his shoulders and was sinking that big cock into me. His was the biggest of the night and really stretched me. He was a solid eight inches and it felt so good as he sank into my loaded hole. He alternated between short quick thrusts and long slow ones and I loved it. I was running my hands all over him and encouraging him to give me that poz cock. He was hitting all the right spots inside me and had me moaning and begging for his poz load. He looked me in the eyes as he fucked faster and then he buried himself all the way in me and told me “I own a piece of you forever now” as he pozzed my hole. It was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced. Walking back to the room to find Scott I was thinking I never expected that guy to not only have a cock like that but to know how to use it so well. I could tell Scott was a bit jealous as I told him about it on the drive home. As soon as we got home he had me pushed up against the wall of the garage and ripped my pants down and sank his cock into me again. He always did this to show me that I was still his. It was hot I have to admit but as he pumped another poz load into me I remembered that guy saying how he owned a piece of me forever and shot my load all down the wall.

Part 4: Unexpected Visit Calvin groaned as his eyes reluctantly opened and looked at the alarm clock. 7AM. Who in the fuck was knocking on his door at 7AM? No. Not knocking. Pounding. He disentangled himself from Tommy’s arms. They had bumped into each other in the hall while Tommy was visiting his sister. Calvin had practically dragged Tommy to his apartment. Not that Tommy was reluctant… he had fucked Calvin for half the night. He had commented about how Calvin’s ass wasn’t quite as tight any more. But that probably was to be expected. In the week since Kirk had shown him the hookup sites, he had hooked up with at least 2 to 3 guys a day. Some had been college students or other guys his age but others had been older. He was sure one guy was iat least well into his 50’s … but he hadn’t thought to ask. He was distracted by the big cock the guy was packing. Calvin slipped on some underwear and rushed to the door. “I’m coming. Fuck. Hold your horses.” He yelled. He opened the door and his father pushed past him into the apartment. Calvin was so startled he didn’t even shut the door. Richard Watts, as always, radiated control. Calvin had always been in awe of his father for that. The way his father could walk into any situation and just assert himself and others would defer to him. “I hope that is not the same mouth you eat with.” His father scowled as his eyes surveyed the apartment. “Is that kind of language that you are learning now that you are away from home? From what the dean is telling me, you haven’t been to classes in a week… so you certainly aren’t learning anything there.” For a moment, Calvin said nothing. He felt old emotions raising up: Shame and fear. Shame that he had failed his father and afraid that his father would discover Tommy laying in his bed. He started to stammer out an apology. But then… … something snapped. Shame and fear gave way… to anger. “Fuck you.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. “I beg your pardon? What did you say to me?” Calvin took a deep breath. When he continued, his voice was calm. “I said: Fuck you. Fuck you and your attitude. I’ve put up with your bullshit for my entire life. Well, I don’t live under your roof no more so I’m not gonna put up with it now. Its 7 fucking o’clock in the god damn morning and you are pounding on my door like a lunatic.” “How dare you speak to me that way? I am your father and I here because I’m worried about you. And I’m paying for this apartment… so, yes, you are still living under my roof. And, since we have established that, you can tell me why haven’t you been going to your classes?” “I’m not going because I don’t feel like it, ok? I can’t understand what they are talking about and it just makes me feel stupid.” The sound of someone clearing their throat made them both turn to the bedroom doorway. Tommy was slipping his jeans on as he walked into the room. “I… um… guess I should be going. That was fun last night… but your alarm clock is hell.” He gave Calvin a pat on the ass as he walked by and muttered something about ‘drama’. Richard’s eyes were wide. He watched the slim young man leave the apartment before turning slowly back to his son. “Tell me that wasn’t what it looked like.” “What did it look like?” Calvin tried to laugh… but it caught in his throat. If his father’s anger was red hot before, it was cold as ice now. “Tell me that my son is not a god-forsaken faggot.” “I’m gay if that’s what you mean.” “Then you are dead to me.” His father’s face was hard as steel and there was no emotion in his voice. “You are dead to me and I never want to see you again as long as I live. And you will never get another cent from me.” Richard Watts turned and walked out, brushing past the neighbours who had come out of their own apartments to see what all the noise was about. Calvin’s own anger, which had seemed so righteous moments before, was nothing but ash now. He sank to the floor. What had he done? Why had he said any of that to his father? He hadn’t thought it through. Just reacted. A tear slid down his cheek. He was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. And definitely not in a good way.

Author's note: Sincere apologies for the long delay. Dealing with some writers block and a few very busy months at work. The story has also become a little longer than expected (oops) but I do have the next chapter almost done so that should be posted in a day or two (and the final chapter is an epilogue of sorts to wrap up loose ends and, hopefully, won't take too long either). If you read and enjoy this or my other stories, thank you for your patience. :-) Part 3: Changed Circumstances Calvin slumped low in his seat, his eyes drooping. He was not having a good day. He wanted to listen — he really did — and he knew he should be able to. But the professor was rambling on about… well, something. Calvin wasn’t even sure what the hell the old guy was talking about. He just felt trapped in this stuffy old classroom. He had arrived over fifteen minutes late to class… and he was lucky he had made it all all. He had taken a bus to campus but ended up going two miles in the wrong direction before he realised something was wrong. When had bus schedules gotten so complicated? He kept thinking about the things that Seb had said. But that wasn’t real. It couldn’t be… you can’t suck someone’s brains out through their dick. He was smart! He had always been the smartest kid in the room. Always. So why did he feel like his brain was so fucking slow? There was, of course, just one topic he couldn’t stop thinking about. Thoughts of sex - of cocks and asses, of armpits and feet, of cum and piss — were always on his mind. At home, or walking down the street, or even here in class. He could barely look at a guy without imagining the scent of his sweaty ballsack, the taste of his cum, or how good it would feel to get the stranger’s cock in his ass. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He hadn’t fucked around with anyone since Tommy a couple days ago… but he had watched a lot of porn over the weekend. Once he had remembered his laptop password anyway. That had taken awhile. He had watched porn before, of course, but never gay porn. And now he had all sort of things he wanted to try — ideas gleaned from the videos, “Mr. Watts? Earth to Mr. Watts?” “Huh?” Calvin looked up realising someone was calling his name. Fuck! The professor stood at the aisle a few feet from his seat. “Am I boring you, Mr. Watts?” Calvin felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead. “Um… no?” That seemed like the safest answer. “Really? So tell me then, what type of response is the limbic system associated with?” “Lem-bick?” The word sounded familiar but Calvin wasn’t sure what it was. Why couldn’t this guy just talk english? “Come on now, its a simple question. Or have you somehow shuffled into the wrong classroom? Arriving late, I might add.” The other students all laughed and Calvin’s face felt red. They all thought he was an idiot. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He was smarter than them… … He was supposed to be anyway. But he wasn’t so sure anymore. “I don’t know.” His voice cracked, almost a croak, and his eyes were burning. No. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t… A sob escaped from somewhere in his chest. The professor paused, frowning. “The correct answer is emotional responses. If you are going to succeed in this class, you are going to need to start reading the assigned text.” Calvin was grateful when the professor turned away without further comment. but it felt like everyone in the class was still laughing at him. He slumped further down in his seat. When class was dismissed he grabbed his bag and ran from the room. He didn’t even bother packing his textbook, leaving it behind on the desk. Once he was away from the classroom he felt a little better. It was so good to get out of that stuffy old room. How had he ever found that stuff so interesting? It was so fucking complicated. He hated it. “Fuck classes today.” He muttered. “I need to clear my head of all that bullshit. I can figure this out. Just have to focus….” He didn’t even realise that he was thinking out loud. It was just easier to stay focused when he talked through his thoughts. Calvin watched people as he walked. Well…he watched the men anyway. He couldn’t help but look at the crotches as he walked across campus. His cock was hard and throbbing and his hole was flexing as if demanding to be fed. What the hell was happening to him? He tried to be subtle about it but he was sure at least a few guys noticed. The middle of campus was the Quad. A large open space where students tended to congregate His eyes immediately were drawn to two guys throwing a frisbee on the lawn. Both bare chested, lean, and muscular. Wet dreams come to life. Calvin stopped absently and enjoyed the view. Bet they’re in a frat, he thought. The blond was wearing a baseball cap set backwards to cover his uncombed hair. He had a firm chest, small brown nipples and a sexy six pack. Black trackies sagged slightly on his hips. Calvin loved the white stripe running up the side. That was cool. The second man was similar, handsome and sexy but with dark hair and an unshaven face. No beard, like he had skipped shaving that morning. Nice fit body. His jeans seemed to hang effortlessly, just covering his crotch, despite not wearing a belt. No pubic hair was visible. This guy must shave down there, Calvin thought absently. “What are you looking at, fag?” It was the blond. “I… I’m…” Calvin’s mind went blank. Panic. “I asked you a question. What are you stupid or something?” He took a step towards Calvin. “Lay off, Kirk.” The dark haired guy rolled his eyes. “Nothing wrong with looking. Plus he’s kind of cute.” “Yeah.” The blond’s angry expression vanished and he started laughing. “But it was hysterical. I bet he almost pissed himself.” Calvin’s mind was just starting to put the pieces together. “Your just… teasing?” “Yeah, dude. You’re good.” The blond - Kirk - said. “More than good in my opinion.” The dark haired guy came forward. His eyes drifted down Calvin’s body like a caress. “I’m Evan.” “Nice to meet you, I”m Calvin.” “As in the underwear?” Kirk laughed as if it were the most witty thing ever said. But Calvin didn’t really understand. “Don’t worry about him.” Evan said as he moved close to Calvin. He smelled so good. Masculine and a hint of sweat. Calvin licked his lips. His eyes moved, of their own accord, to Evan’s crotch. It looked pleasantly full. Calvin’s own cock began to plump up in response. Evan noticed. “You like what you see?” “Oh for fuck sake.” Kirk sighed. “Enough with the song and dance. Lets just get back home and you two can fuck already.” “Well, ignoring my boorish friend, I would love for you to come over.” “Cool.” Calvin smiled. His cock was fully hard now. “I’m game.” Evan put his arm around Calvin’s shoulder. “Come on. We don’t live far. Just a couple blocks off campus.” “I assume this is going to be a freebie?” Kirk asked Evan as he fell in alongside them. Evan only scowled a silent ‘shut up’ look at his friend. Calvin didn’t understand what the hell the were talking about but it didn’t really matter. All he knew is that he was about to get fucked again. And THAT was all that really mattered. As they walked, Evan’s hand slipped from Calvin’s shoulder, down the back, finally resting with his hand cupping Calvin’s butt. Calvin wondered if he should be embarrassed… anyone could see!… but it felt so good he couldn’t bring himself to care. True to Evan’s statement, the trio arrived at an apartment just a few minutes away. They had talked during the walk and Kirk had said they liked having their privacy away from the dorms. He said something about having found a way to make some extra college money, but again Evan shut him up with a glare. Kirk laughed again but Calvin couldn’t figure out why… so he just ignored it. He had a feeling he might be doing that a lot from now on. The apartment wasn’t terribly fancy or anything, just simple yet solid construction. Calvin didn’t really have time to look, however, as Evan pulled him in close before the door was even shut. Their lips met and Calvin forgot all about the apartment. Evan’s hands roamed freely around Calvin’s body and Calvin returned the attention. Face. Nipples. Arms. Abs. Ass. Crotch. Everything received a little attention. Both men were hard and aching in their jeans. Calvin absently noticed Kirk had got himself a beer and sat nearby in a chair. Watching them. Smirking. His hand rubbing his own crotch. Calvin licked his lips absently at the bulge he could see there… but then Evan’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him gently down to his knees, brought his attention back. He glanced up at Evan for permission and, once he received a nod, eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans between his and what he wanted. He could smell the other man’s musk…. sweat, cum, maybe a slight smell of piss. It was captivating. His fingers reached in and wrapped around the cock waiting for him. It wasn’t as big as Tommy’s cock had been but it was bigger than Calvin’s own cock. Calvin wondered if he would ever see a cock as big as Tommy’s again. But the thought drifted away as he focused on the very real and very present cock in front of him. It reminded Calvin of a banana with its very curved shaft. It was about as big as a good size banana as well. The groin was shaved smooth. Other than a moment to gaze at the cock and to savour the aroma, he didn’t hesitate. His lips kissed their way down the shaft, then back up. His tongue swirled around the pleasantly thick head, getting just a hint of the taste of pre-cum. It only made him hornier. Finally he opened wide and let the cock slip into his warm and waiting mouth. Evan’s hands wrapped around Calvin’s head and — gently but determinedly — pressed deeper into the warm and waiting mouth. “Yeah. That’s it cocksucker.” Kirk said from his chair. “Get him good and wet.” Calvin could see from the corner of his eyes that Kirk had his cock out now and was stroking himself in time with Evan’s thrusting cock. He knew he was horny, he knew he craved it, but he had’t know how much he NEEDED cock until this moment. Evan slipped his jeans down further and Calvin saw that he had a tattoo on his groin. He wondered, briefly, if it hurt to get a tattoo… especially there. The design seemed familiar with three incomplete circles — they looked a bit like claws or pincers or something, vaguely threatening, radiating out from a central circle. One pincer pointing up, one facing left, and one facing right. It looked very familiar to Calvin. He had seen it on chemical bottles and such. But he couldn’t think of what it meant… and he didn’t really care. It looked cool. He let his fingers stroke it absently as he sucked the cock. “You like that?” Evan asked, smiling down. “Do you know what it means?” Calvin just shrugged. He didn’t want to look stupid… and his mouth was full anyway. “I’ve got one just like it.” Kirk said. “Maybe we can get you one just like it soon.” He was chuckling again. He liked to laugh a lot, Calvin decided. Evan’s cock was deep inside his mouth, the curved shaft sliding across his tongue, and demanding entry into his throat. Just like with Seb, his body just seemed to know what to do. He tilted his head back to open his throat, swallowed, and let the cock slide balls deep. “Oh, fuck yeah. That feels so good.” “It looks hot from here too.” Kirk said. Calvin couldn’t talk, but he moaned his happy reply. Evan pulled his cock all the way back to Calvin’s lips. Then pulled all the way back in with one determined thrust. Then out again. Then in. Quickly building up speed until he was face fucking the willing cocksucker. Calvin could taste the precum coating his tongue and it was driving him wild. Evan’s ballsack started to lift, the thrusting becoming more erratic, the fingers gripping his head just a little tighter… And then Evan stopped. Suddenly. Pulling his cock out of Calvin’s mouth. Calvin dove forward. Trying to get it back in his mouth. “Not yet, babe.” Evan gently held Calvin back from his cock. He was breathing hard and his cock looked like it could cum with just a touch. “I’m not ready yet.” “Why don’t you come over here.” Kirk said. He waved his very hard cock. “You can suck on this. I’m sure Evan will find something to entertain himself.” With just the briefest of pauses to look to Evan for permission, Calvin scrambled over to kneel between Kirk’s thighs. This cock was so different from Evan’s. It was uncut, like Seb’s had been over the weekend, and about an inch shorter than the curved dick he had just been sucking. But it was thick. Damn thick and unbent. A patch of blond hair surrounded Kirk’s cock…. trimmed perhaps, but not shaved. Calvin happily opened his mouth and swallowed the big cock. Despite his strangely acquired new skills, he gagged when he tried to sink the cock into his throat. He felt like he was trying to fit a 7 inch pipe into a 5 inch hole. But he kept working the cock in his mouth and trying to coax his throat to open a little wider. He felt hands at his hips. Evan. Unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Pulling them down. Exposing his ass. He knew what was coming. His hole started quivering in anticipation. He lifted his knees so Evan could slide the pants off. Evan gave his butt a playful slap. “Damn. That’s a nice ass. Got to get a taste.” He knelt down and his tongue found it’s way to Calvin’s puckered hole. Calvin moaned. His whole body was spasming. Like electricity was surging through him… but in a good way. And as he moaned, his throat opened and Kirk’s cock finally slipped deep. Calvin gagged around the thick invader but Kirk was merciless. The blond man’s hands were tight on his head. Not letting him up. “Fuck yeah! Deep throat my cock, bitch. Your throat feels awesome!” Panic rising. Face red. Body struggling. Finally the hands loosened and Calvin’s slipped back, letting the cock slide out of his throat. Out of his mouth. He gasped desperately for breath. It took a couple minutes before his breathing calmed down. Evan’s tongue continued on his ass. Licking. Sucking. Teasing. Tormenting. “Come on, boy.” Kirk frowned when the red finally started to drain from Calvin’s face. “You would think you’ve never sucked cock before.” ‘Only… only two before today.” Evan pulled off his ass. “Hot damn. A newbie then. Been fucked before?” “Just once.” “Shit. I would have loved to claim your cherry. Still…. you have a great ass and I’m still going to fuck you.” “Yes… please.” Calvin’s ass swayed slightly. Evan paused. Then sighed. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” The memory of Tommy trying on the condom flashed through Calvin’s mind. “No… they don’t feel good.” “Are you sure. You do know that we’re both…” “Shut the fuck up, dude.” Kirk hissed. “He doesn’t want a condom. And you don’t want to wear one anyway.” Evan glared at Kirk but, after a moment, just shrugged and let the subject drop. Calvin tried to figure out what the two guys were arguing about. He felt like he were missing something obvious but he had no idea what. Calvin forgot all about it, however, as Evan shifted forward so his cock, achingly hard, slid up and down the crack. Calvin cooed. “Please. I need it. I need it so bad. Please put it in me.” “As you wish.” And Evan’s shifted his dick, pointed it straight into Calvin’s anal ring. And pushed. The hole hesitantly opened for him. “Fuuuuuuuuuck! Damn you are tight… you feel so good.” I’m making him feel good. I’m making him happy! The thought made Calvin feel proud. He didn’t even hesitate when Kirk’s dick prodded his lips. He opened his mouth and let it inside. The two cocks moved almost in sync. In and out of his ass. His mouth. Evan’s hands gripping his hips, pulling him back into the fuck. Kirk’s hands holding his head still so he could thrust his cock into Calvin’s mouth and into his throat. Calvin gagged but that only seemed to make Kirk laugh and thrust all the harder. “Yeah, bitch. Choke on that big dick. You keep doing that and you are going to get me off real quick. Do you want that? Do you want my dirty cum floating in your belly?” A moan, from somewhere deep inside, was the only reply that Calvin could offer. A low sound of pure lust. His eyes were red, tears flowed down his cheeks, his nose was running, his chin covered with the slime his gagging throat was kicking up… but he had never felt so sexual. Never felt so alive. “Here it comes, cocksucker! Take it! Take my load.” Kirk’s hands tightened on the back of Calvin’s head, pulling him all the way down the shaft, balls deep, and held him there. Then the shaft started to heave and flex … and Calvin knew Kirk’s load was firing directly down his throat. Evan’s thrusts had also sped up, become frantic. His fingernails were digging into Calvin’s hips. “Shit… that’s pushing me over the Edge. I’m gonna cum!” And he did. His thrusts didn’t stop as he unloaded deep inside Calvin’s hole. Evan leaned forward, his weight guiding Calvin to sink to lay flat on his belly. “Yeah… you’ve got a bit of me inside. Part of me is always gonna be in you now. We’re always going to be connected.” “And, don’t worry, slut.” Kirk patted him on the head. “We aren’t done yet. You’re gonna take a least one of my loads up your ass … and I’m sure loverboy here has more for you as well.” “Yes, please.” Calvin smiled. It was dark by the time Calvin left the apartment. His ass was so sore it hurt a bit to walk. But he loved it. He loved the way his lips felt a little swollen from sucking cock. He loved the ache on his (perhaps not quite as tight as it had been) hole. He loved the feeling of the creamy cum dripping out and sliding down his leg. He and Evan had traded phone numbers. And at one point, while Evan was out of the room, Kirk had bookmarked a few websites on Calvin’s phone. They were hook up apps, Kirk had told him, to help him find guys who wanted to fuck his throat and fuck his ass. He assured Calvin there was no need to talk to Evan about them as he laughed yet again. Damn, this guy seemed to find everything he said funny. Calvin couldn’t wait to take a look at the apps. Yeah.. his ass and lips hurt… but he was still horny. Still wanted more. He hadn’t even made it home when he opened one of the webpages and scrolled through profiles and pictures. The only thing that seemed strange was that some of the profiles had that same symbol that both Evan and Kirk had as tattoos. Calvin wished he could remember what it meant.

Hey guys, this is my first post on this site. I'm 26 year old young looking slim built guy, am fairly new to the bareback scene, and am currently negative. A raw fuck buddy and I spontaneously booked a trip to Berlin to try out the sites. We are both fans of the rougher side of sex, such as being choked (or strangled), anon loads, and role playing. Lab.oratory, he famous sex club, is housed in an old power station. I found the experience absolutely amazing, so without reservation I recommend you try it. The doors opened at 10:00 and we entered with the queue shortly there after. I have never seen so many guys rushing to throw their clothing in the bags provided by the organizers, but eventually I realised the guys who were racing to strip and enter the main hall were Berlin bottoms who were making sure they got the best spot in the dark room and slings. The fucking started immediately. Of course the sounds, smells and atmosphere of the place were infectious. I needed a few drinks to relax before I threw myself into a sling and gave myself to the mercy of the hundreds of guys and my top mate who was selecting dick for me to take. I've no idea how many I took. The professional bottoms were pounded senseless all night for hours and hours. My top mate fucked 30 men and bred three or four. I definitely took some loads. If neither of us catches anything it will be a miracle. Has anyone else had any experiences at the Lab.oratory?

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

Back in the 90's, a regional gay/lesbian group in the western Canadian province of BC held an annual week-long camp and celebration alongside the Slocan river in the Kootenay Valley. Several hundred campers on a massive farm alongside a wide slow river of crystal clear water fed by the Kootenay glacier. Although this was not ostensibly a sex party event, a lot of sex happened and in my experience, always BB. I attended each year for the ten years it was held, before local gay politics ended the event. Each year I had many memorable encounters. Part of the fun of camping alongside the river was when the arrangers provided a truck to haul campers along with various air mattress flotation devices and beverages many miles up river and allowing them to flow back down river at leisurely pace. Smart campers learned to not travel with the main pack of floaters, but rather to hold back and find private moments together along side the banks of the river or the many sand bars which formed in the middle of the river. On two occasions one summer I bred a two visiting American Adonis hotties on the same sand bar. The funny thing I later learned at a dance the third night that they were lovers and I don't think they had an open relationship - but I fucked both and so did quite a few others I hear, LOL. I gave and took a dozen loads each week of each year. Locals and travelers from all over learned of the camp and showed up each year. I topped and bottomed freely with many. One cherished memory however is an anonymous bottom who, every single year, sought me out on the same evening of the big amateur talent show night, which was held on the final night of the week-long camping event. From our first encounter until our last, I never spoke a word to him, and all the years of the festival, in the several days leading-up to the annual talent show, I never saw him. Amazingly, I didn't see him once, over all those years, except for the night of the talent show when, as most (if not all) of the campers packed into the tiny hall up the road from the farm land campground, he and I walked out and met at the far end of the small baseball diamond field next to the hall. Wordlessly he would kiss me hug me grope me and disrobe me. In the dark moonlit knee-high grass he would pull me towards him. The only words he ever said would be, at some point after we passionately made out, "Fuck me and cum inside my ass!" Not another word spoken until I came deep inside, and after he had held me inside him tightly until with a sigh he would murmur "Thank you," let me slide out, we would disentangle our discarded clothes and dress in silence. I saw him only by moonlight. He was a blond, sharp featured yet delicate boy with an innocent look in his eyes. Back then I was thin and wiry, with hairy legs and chest and a navy crew cut. I can't tell you why he found me that first night and successive year. By the way, the first year I encountered him I had walked out there to smoke a j, but instead bred him. Each year, never varying in any detail, we met and fucked. On the last year the festival was held, well, everyone seemed to know the locals were not going to continue it ...and our fucking reflected as much. It was rougher more urgent. Raw spit 'n' push as always but with a frenzy of insistent passion that made it wilder than ever before. Again he begged me to fuck and cum inside his ass, and again he thanked me, but as we parted that last time, he grabbed me and pulled me close to see his face in the dim light. His eyes were full of love, yet sadness, yet still tears of joy. He smiled widely, then turned and ran away. To this day I recall the look he gave me that last night and marvel the memories remain stuck in my mind like a grit of sand. What was it about the look? I've see glimpses of that look in others, but just flashes now and then. Most recently I saw it when I gave a twink his first fisting. But I do see the look - it's a mix of total gratitude and melancholy, a deep sadness. I see hints, but not quite the intensity I saw in the eyes of the guy from that festival alongside the Slocan River. I doubt I'll ever understand why, of the thousands of men I have known, I recall him and that look. Moreover I'll never understand how it is we came to find each other year after year. Of course I'll also never know who he was, or what the look expressly meant, but clearly it meant something to me. So, there you have it. A random memory. Raw in every way and most real. For a fiction site, LOL.

When I first started seeing my ex he was a raging alcoholic. After he was 'reformed' he became holier than thou and turned into a lifeless and withholding piece of shit when it came to sex. I'm not saying that by stopping the booze that guys aren't fun anymore. Far from it. But this asshole totally lost any semblance of a sex life, but I've always been a cheater and didn't fucking care. I had to have sex, and had to have lots of it. When I met my ex he would drink a case of beer a night and so he was often drunk, and while drunk, I could get him to do a whole lot of pervy stuff. I'd go down on his shaved, limp cock and suck the piss out of him until he got hard and then move lower and eat out his asshole while he moaned and edged himself. He had never done poppers, but I got him addicted to them and he'd fuck for hours not even knowing I had shoved 100mg of Viagra up his asshole while eating him out. I'd get him to look on Craigslist for tricks to join us, and he get so fucked up watching them fuck me that he would hold my head and skull fuck a load into my throat. Afterwards, when he was spent and the trick from Craigslist would be getting high in the living room, I'd get him to lay in the bath tub under the pretense I would give him a nice warm bath before bed. He would often pass out and the trick and I would piss on him. It was fucking great. On one occasion a guy fucked him doggy style as he lay half in the tub, and his ass hung on the lip. The top knelt behind him, pumping his cock in and out of that blond white ass until he shot his load. Then I went down on the hole and felched out the guy's load. After all, what else was a good boyfriend to do? I had to clean out all of that hot spooge out of my lover's hole. The trick just sat back and stroked his cock hard again when he saw me do that. Another time he was on the couch one night while we were both jacking to porn. I decided to give him head and when his cock softened, I'd hold it in my warm mouth until his stream of piss would come gushing out of his cock. Of course I gulped it down. It was great recycling his cheap beer. One time we were having a three way with some kid in his early twenties, and I showed the kid how I could get my boyfriend to piss. The kid fucking sat there whacking his meat while he watched me drink the piss off my boyfriend's prick. "He does this all the time and never moves a muscle," I explained. "Mind if I fuck him?" the kid asked. "I don't care - sure, go ahead," I replied. We got him onto the floor, positioning him on his back. The kid lifted my boyfriend's legs onto his shoulders while I positioned my asshole onto his pretty blond face, smearing my hole on his face as I jerked myself off. The kid lubed himself with Vaseline, and slid into my boyfriend, getting off quite quickly, blowing his load into my boyfriend's ass. The look in that kid's eyes was incredible. I fucking loved that and shot all over his face and then wiped it into his mouth. I don't think that kid will ever forget using my ex's asshole while he was dead drunk. I won't either but I still have the pics to prove it.

Part 3 "First things first." said Master. "Go into the bathroom boy. There are clippers on the counter, and razors and shaving cream in the cabinet. I want you hairless from the neck down. I'd help you, but it's tedious, and it's a slave's responsibility to keep himself hairless at all times. And I have other things to do. I give you EXACTLY 30 minutes from the moment you enter the bathroom. When you are done, you will find me and present yourself wearing your slave gear. First lesson. When you present yourself, you will kneel, legs spread, and hands clamped behind your head, head bowed." "Yes Sir!" I said jumping off the bed. Luckily I wasn't very hairy so it hopefully wouldn't take long. I grabbed the clippers and went to work. I worked as quickly as I could and was soon totally smooth. I replaced my slave items and ran to the living room, presenting myself as ordered. "33 minutes." said Master. "I gave you 30. This will be noted." "I'm sorry Sir!" I replied. "No boy. To apologize is to make an excuse. If you fail at a task and I tell you so, you simply reply "yes Sir."" "Yes Sir." I replied, disappointed that I had displeased him, even minorly. Master then felt my body all over, especially my ass, looking for any missed hair. "You did a good job boy, that pleases me. Now we will shower. You will follow me on you hands and knees. You will shower first. You have 2 minutes to thoroughly wash your body. Then I will step in and you will wash me. I'll instruct you how when I get in there. When we finish, there is 1 towel. You will thoroughly dry me off, then you may dry yourself. Eventually I'll teach you to shave me, but not today. Then we brush our teeth and get dressed. I have clothing items that I hope fit you. Understood?" "Yes Sir!" I replied and I followed him into the bathroom. The shower went smoothly and I crawled after him into the bedroom. Master started rummaging through the closet, pulling out various items. "What size waist are you boy?" "32 Sir." "Well damn it. My last two slaveboys were 30. These will be too small. Oh well, I was going shopping anyway. Your regular jeans will do till then. This will fit though." he said tossing me a leather harness. I put it on, loosening the buckles a little. Master put on jeans, a black tee shirt and a biker jacket and sat on the bed. "Fetch my boots boy and put them on for me. Then kiss each one. Then go put on your clothes except your tee shirt and present by the door." "Yes Sir!" I said, starting into the living room. "Hands and knees boy!" Master barked. "I didn't give you permission to walk!" I dropped to my knees instantly, angry again at myself for my error. I fetched Masters boots, put them on, kissed them, and crawled back to my clothes. I quickly dressed and presented at the door. Master attached a leash to my collar and said, "Stand up boy, lets go. You will follow behind me at all times." He led me a couple blocks to a local gay restaurant, where he of course knew everyone. "A new one Frank?" asked the waiter as he approached the table. "Yup. And it's his birthday too." Replied Master. "Just breaking him in as of last night. If your free after 6 we should be back by then if you want to help out." Back by then I thought to myself. Wonder where were going? But I knew better than to ask. "Nice." replied the waiter. "Always happy to help a friend out! I can probably round up at least a couple more if you like." My horny ass twitched on the plug hearing this. I never imagined a weekend like this in my life! "How many so far?" "6, two were mine. And Big Ben has already been in there." "Damn! You ARE breaking him in. Got him spun?" " Of course." Frank laughed. "And why do you think I brought him here? I knew you worked Sundays and I wanted you to see my new toy." I blushed a bit as the men talked about me like an object. But I had told Master I wanted to be his slave. "So we'll have 2 large OJ, fruit and scrambled eggs. You gotta force yourself to eat boy when you do tina, even though your not hungry." Master said as the waiter left. We ate our food, and I did have to force mine down, then went back to the apartment to wait till the leather store opened. I stripped as soon as I walked in the door, which made Master smile. He snapped and pointed to the sofa, and I sat on the floor while he retrieved something from the bedroom. He returned with the baggie and a glass pipe. "I'm going to teach you how to smoke it now boy. I won't show you because I never partake on Sundays cause of work. But you have an extra day, and you'll be happy I kept you high." Master loaded a big load and taught me how to do it. 8 big hits later and I felt ready to take on the world. "Get dressed and present at the door." was all Master said. I did, remembering to crawl this time. He led me out the door to his car, instructing me to sit on the floor. We drove to the leather/sex store and he led me inside. Of course it did not surprise me when he was greeted by name. "Hey Frank." said the old queen behind the counter. He recognized me as I frequently shopped there myself for poppers and lube and such. He flirted with me every time, but I'm sure he flirted with everyone, hoping for some action. But he was old, overweight, and generally not attractive. "A new one? About time someone caught this little tease!" "Nice catch Frank." said one of the other people working. He was a sexy bear. The third employee was his boy, a smaller, younger version of him. "What can we help you with?" asked the old queen, looking at me lasciviously. "Lets start with a chastity cage. Something for long term that can be hidden fairly easily." Replied Master. My heart leaped. Long term? Did I just bite off more than I can chew? But I said nothing. The twitching in my ass told me I wanted this. Why dont we take a couple options into the dressing room? We probably need some assistance." My heart beat faster as I realized the old queen was about to see my tiny tina dick. "Of course, gladly." Replied the old queen taking three devices out of the case. " This may take a bit." He said to the bear. The bear just smiled as we were led to the back dressing rooms. Once inside Master ordered me to drop my pants. I did, but slowly, feeling humiliated. "Tiny little dick, isn't it" Said the queen. "He's high as fuck right now. Breaking him in. It isn't always this small. How big is your cock when its hard boy?" "About 6 1/2 inches Sir." I replied meekly. "Well I think this one will be perfect. The cage is 3 inches long and easy to press down and hide. Comfortable to wear, but painful if he gets an erection. Shall I put it on him?" "By all means." Said Master. The old queen fondeled and manipilated my cock and balls, obviously enjoying it. Eventually it was all together, locked, and the key handed to Master. "I think I'll start with a week. If your a good boy, I might let you cum. Now, I think this man deserves a tip for his excellent service. On your knees boy!" I hesitated, looking at Master with disbelief. "You heard me, slave." I slowly sank to my knees, utterly humiliated that I was about to be made to suck off this gross man. Both men just leered down at me as I slowly unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. I pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal a dick that looked like mine right now. I had to duck under his belly to even get it in my mouth. I started sucking, at least he was clean, and it started to grow. At full hardness it was about 4 inches. It didn't even reach near my throat. I sucked him as best I could, hoping to get this over with. "I bet you never imagined you'd ever have my dick in your mouth, did you? You little slut." Sneered the queen. "Bet you thought you were too good to serve a man like me didn't you? Well your Master is proving otherwise. He'll teach you your place, you dirty little whore. Suck me bitch. Eat my cum!" I wanted to cry, I felt so degraded. But the strangest this was, my dick got hard a little bit. Being degraded and humiliated was turning me on more than I ever thought. The nastier the queen talked to me, the harder I sucked his cock. "That's right bitch. Suck it like the nasty little cock whore you are!" He demanded. "You are nothing but a dirty, slutty, nasty, cumdump. Take my cum you worthless bitch. Swallow it like the piece of trash you are! EAT IT BITCH!" He yelled at me as he flooded my mouth with a surprisingly large load. My cock got hard and strained against it's new cage as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into his groin, pumping his load into my mouth. When he finished, he pushed me off and said to Master, "Thank you for that." "And what do YOU say boy?" "Thank you Sir." I said, looking up at the queen. "Thank you for your cum." The old queen just laughed at me as he left the room. "Stay here boy." Master ordered me, leaving the room. Shortly he returned with the bear who was carrying a pair of leather shorts, the kind that zipped down the front and up the back. "Try these on boy." He said, handing them to me. They were a perfect fit. "So you said you're breaking him in?" asked the bear. "How many so far?" "Just 6 so far, and 2 are mine. But I've got him high as hell and horny as fuck. He'll be getting more today." "Excellent." said the bear, unzipping the back of my shorts. "Well of course I'm happy to contribute." The bear dropped his pants to reveal an almost already hard cock. " Hey boy!" he shouted. "Get in here!" The bear pulled the plug out of my ass as his boy entered the dressing room. " I've got a treat for you boy. We've got a brand new slave here getting broken in. I'm going to let him suck you off while I fuck him." The boy dropped his pants, revealing that he too was in chastity. "It's been a month for him this time, and he's been good. So what the hell. What's better than making a new slave suck off another slave?" The bear slid his cock into my hole as he handed his boy the key. The boy freed his cock and stuck it in my mouth. It didn't take long to get hard. I sucked it as hard as I could while the bear jackhammered my slavehole. Master just smiled watching me take two cocks for him for the first time. Not surprisingly the boy didn't take long to cum at all, soon filling my mouth with his copious load. I greedily swallowed it down. The bear fucked me hard and fast for probably 2 more minutes before he buried himself and pumped a fresh load into my increasingly slutty cumhole. "Clean my dick boy." he ordered his own slave. The boy sucked the cum and ass slime off his Master's cock, then locked his own back up. "I got him trained well." said the bear. "Thank you Sir's." I said. "Thank you for your cum." "Mines learning quick." said Master. "He's going to be good." We all pulled and zipped up our pants and left the dressing room. Master paid for his purchases, and as we left the old queen shouted, "Come back soon! We LOVE it when you bring your boys shopping with you." Master just laughed. We got in the car and started driving out of town.

Very hot. I wonder though...how much, if any, this has to do with Ash dealing? And the vague conversation at the bar about owing and banks opening on Tuesday. Money was even discussed. Did Ash screw one of these guys over? Or is it all coincidence? Personally, based on everything up to this point, there are no coincidences in this story. Everything has happened for a reason. Everyone chosen-carefully selected. As with anything human, there have been some unforseen things. Vinnie falling for JT comes to mind. However, those are the exception. This night with Ash was planned out. Now I want to experience the mangina they create...but also see where this all goes. Also, I need to point out that a large portion of this story - according to the author - actually happened. Which brings up a whole bevy of questions in of themselves. Most recent, do parties like this actually exist? These extreme cases of pure sexuality, drugs, experimentation, abuse, bliss, and corruption of the worst kind? Humans are certainly capable of these and far worse. Though, we are getting a glimpse (perhaps) of the Looking Glass into the heights of sexual perversion and depths of depravity. Both beyond anything most experience in their lifetime. Kudos for keeping me equal parts turned on, disturbed, and craving more and more!

So this is it. I've admitted to myself that I am a bareback cheater. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I need more sex then he can give me. And I'm getting it. It all started about four years ago when I downloaded Grindr and other apps looking for random hook ups. I met a few guys on one or another of those sites and all of the guys fucked me safe and I enjoyed it. Then I met another guy who has the biggest cock I've ever had. We were fucking for about two years behind my partner's back. It was amazing. After creating a dirty twitter account and joining BBRT and even going to saunas I decided that I wanted this guy's raw cock in my ass. The first time I took it raw from him I had him come to my home, where he fucked me in the bed I share with my partner. Just before he blew, he asked "Are you sure you want my cum deep in your hole?" Yeah, I did. For another two years or so he was my regular fuck buddy and I always took his load raw deep in my hole, but sadly, he broke the news that he was moving to Scotland. So of course we hooked up one last time. He fucked me like mad. Then, even though he was a professed 'Total Top', he announced he wanted my load in his ass. So I wanked my cock, and just before I blew, I slid my cock into his extremely tight hole, flooding him with my load. When I pulled my cock out there was a trace of blood but nothing to worry about. Sadly he's gone now and I don't have a regular fuck buddy, but there is a guy I get together with on average about once every six months, and I let him breed me. He doesn't know I'm married and he breeds me where ever we are: public toilets, his house, fields and once even in the changing room for a public swimming pool. But for now I just enjoy taking loads from guys, although I hope my partner doesn't find out. He knows I have a dirty twitter account but has never said anything to me. Still, I know were I was single I'd be taking every raw cock offered to me.

Thanks. I went to his apt and he's super hotttt. So we did bb and he breed me with his toxic loads.

Ash stumbles on the last step going down. Sebastian catches him. He's in Sebastian's arms now in more ways than one. They go through a wide, dark tunnel. Slings on both side. The slings are full of men getting fucked and fisted. It's hard to focus on any single couple. Some slings have multiple men surrounding them, some men get sucked, some fisted and groped. It's hard to tell where one couple begins and the next quartet ends. One thin Filipino man is hyperactively climbing all over a portly middle aged man like a spider monkey, fucking him at times, fisting him, sometimes fisting and fucking at the same time. An older man sits on a stool toward the end of the corridor and methodically punchfucks a very young man. There isn't passion passing between them, just a steady rhythm of fist after fist. Periodically, and asymmetric to the punching, the younger man wales out a mournful yowl, half regret, half acceptance and desire. The grease is turning from pink to red. The old man asks if he should stop. The young man says harder. Sebastian leads Ash into the main area. The Assemblyman is right. Slings, fuck benches and St. Andres crosses line the walls filled with willing performers. Sex surrounds the dance floor. Lights of blue and green switch back and forth with red and yellow. The scotch and pill already has an impact on Ash. The colors are more vibrant than ordinary disco lights. They have a sheen on the edges. He can stare into them without going blind. He and Sebastian take to the dance floor, but instead of dancing, Sebastian stand on the sidelines. Ash waits on the shore of the sea of men. He undulates, encouraging Sebastian to join him. He rocks his pelvis, strokes his arms in front of him like he's churning butter, circles an arm above his head, movements that have, in the past, enticed men and women to him. Sebastian stands unmoved, squinting, watching, waiting. The dance floor absorbs Ash. Many men are naked. They rub their bodies against Ash, encourage him to gyrate to them. He is sandwiched by a couple, one auburn haired, one jet black. They writhe and grease Ash with their sweat. Ash is rippling between the two men's bodies. Then the tide passes him through deeper into the crowd. At one point, inside the heavy electronic beat, his body is passed into the air. Hands feel his torso, his crotch, his face, swirling around, point this direction then that, turned so that anonymous men can feel every inch of him. He feels a boot pulling off. He says hey to the ceiling amused. Another boot, socks comes off. He sees he's not the only body floating above the crowd. He reaches out to one but is being floated the other direction. He's turned over and someone is at his zipper pulling it down. His pants inch down and expose him. They're off and the men below now stroke and pamper him. He's loving it. Another body in the air right beside him floating naked too above the crowd. He extends a hand as does the other, and they feel their arms locked together, seeking mooring, but pulled apart, each carried on a tide that billows them together, then parts them to separate ends of the dance floor. Hands and fingers probe his ass, lube him, caress him. Clenched fists grope his cock. His flesh is licked, tits sucked, balls fondled, all the while the flares of green and blue to yellow and red wash over him and the hands beneath. His body is passed down to an empty sling in the opposite corner from where he came in. And who is there waiting by its side, naked, erect? Sebastian is there. Of course he is. Maybe he orchestrated it, spellbound the audience and encouraged them to deliver Ash to him. Settling in the sling, Ash reaches up to touch Sebastian's skin. It is rippled, sculpted in a way a man should be sculpted. Every edge is firm, every curve and angle hairless. He feels the ripples of Sebastian's stomach, sculpted like an artist would sculpt a man, like Michelangelo would. They move their hands slowly over each other's body. The surrounding crowd shrouds them, gives them their world, leaves a private sphere around Ash and Sebastian—though every move they make is watched. Sebastian leans down to speaks to Ash. His face so close, yelling to be heard over the electronic beat, Ash can feel his spittle. "You are so white, so wanting to be corrupted." Sebastian examines Ash's cock, squeezing his shaft to get him hard. He snarls, "You corrupt me with your wanting." "Corrupt me," pleads Ash, slipping his cock up and down in Sebastian's calloused paw. "I'm all imperfections, it just doesn't show." Their tongues come together enticing more passion, rich in possibilities. Sebastian leads Ash deeper into the maze of passion. He stands naked before Ash, his body smooth except for the eagle's wings of dark hair above his long, succulent cock. The hairs are perfectly straight, look soft. Ash brushes the eagle wings ready to take flight. He brushes one side to the left, the mirrored side to the right He takes the beautifully sculpted crown into his mouth and excites the cock, first on the head, then draws down the shaft until its disappears down his throat. The soft hair brush against his lips. His groin smells of man. It tastes of man. Ash's arm is being squeezed and lightly touched. Sebastian ties off his arm at the bicep. Ash is spiked and then, before he knows what happening, there is a chemical being flooded into his body. *** You feel an orgasm coming. It takes over you body, the enormous rush of eroticism climaxes. But this particular climax stays in your body. Peaks like a high tide but does not recede. It keep you peaking on a wave of euphoric buoyancy. It does not stop. Wave after wave of orgasmic ebullience you ride like the unending surf, the longest wave stretching out before you, no end in sight. You leap in the air, taking off, spinning off the lip of the half-pipe, spinning past a 540, a 720. You flip, you curl. You're running along the beach, you jump a puddle, your soar never touches the ground until you decide to touch ground. You glide, you fly; gravity is a word made up by Newton but has nothing to do with you. Newton is dead and you are alive more than you've ever been. You are above the law of nature. You fly and soar above the clouds, above rules of nature herself. You are Zeus that commands all things. You fly and soar, straddle between heaven and earth. You ride an orgasm, ten times, a hundred times, more powerful than you've ever felt, like the waves you ride in Africa, a wave that takes you past several countries, continents, there are no borders here, there are only rich colors, blue-greens of earth that you stare into. The colors become you: It extends past watching, past anything you've ever known. The rush of heroin is ten times more than words, opens you to meaninglessness, words only hold you down. You body is indebted to Sebastian who owns you, who freed you from your body. He is out there somewhere in the blue-green, now red-yellow. Has pushed you through mirror. You are on the other side, looking at him through a barrier of glass. How can he not be you? You have tripped, tweaked, but never have you soared in flight like this. You never want to experience anything but this again. You will take anything, do anything, sacrifice anything to sustain this elevation, this mountain peak. Stars and comets surround you. You'll kill, maim, sell your soul to maintain this high. Sebastian watches you, evaluates you. You want him inside you. He takes the meaning as you lift a leg to capture him. You're saying meaningless words, it's the motions, the urgency of getting fucked that make you understood. You take his ass and pull him into you, feel the perfection of his body as it slides where no man has been. Why have you waited this long? Nothing has ever felt as good, no food eaten nor wine drunk has ever satisfied a hunger you now feel. You are gods among men. Men watch envious of the passion you shower onto Sebastian. You show the mortals what a fuck is. You bellow out your passion over a drum beat that makes the men around you pulse, writhe, slither, mimic a tenth of what your feeling. Sebastian is stirring the organs inside you with his mammoth cockhead. Sebastian is the phallus you body prays to and preys on. Your body blazes, every nerve ending fires simultaneously, you feel each strand of pubic hair rub against your ass, you feel Sebastian's heavy balls slapping against you. He's grabbing your cock and guiding you to the same end as his. His skin glistens orange like a devil, now aqua like Neptune. You are underwater drowning in desire for him. You reach up and bring him to you. You merge with him, you become him, sees you as you see you, flawed, imperfect, and still fucks you anyway. Who could desires you as you are? He should destroy you, and he will. You're flooded with his cum as you discharge white lava over his chest. And still the orgasm doesn't end nor does the line of men emerging from the sea of men. Familiar but disconnected from context. A beautiful black man with a bandaged hand missing a finger is next in line, a man holding a horse dildo, a young black man in a harness with a strap that connects to his cockring, an old man with sagging tits holding yet another needle. At that point, with that point, because of that point, you, who you remember, will no longer exist. *** "How are you feeling?" Sebastian asks. They are in a white tiled room, brightly lit. Ash still hears the dull thump of music beyond the door. "You stopped breathing." Mr. X has his back to him taking instruments out of a metal pan, placing them on blue paper. Ash has similar blue paper draped over his body, except for a cutout around his crotch. His right arm has an ivy drip going into a vein. Sebastian wears a surgical gown and has a surgical mask that's held on by one ear. A stethoscope dangles from his neck. Mr. X also wear a surgical gown. Ash tells his body to move but it can't. It's not struggling, it just can't move. He attempts to raise a finger but the impulses that runs out of his brain are severed by something dripping into him. Even his eyes find it hard to move. It takes all his effort to move from Sebastian's face to look at his cock. He see Sebastian holding it with a blue latex glove. Ash doesn't feel it very much, just a warm throb. "We were concerned," he tells Ash, "but I think you are going to pull through magnificently." Ash commands his eyes to look up. He sees he's in an operating theater, men behind the glass watching entranced, sees in the glass himself reflected, laid out on a metal table. Mr. X pulls over a tray with instruments on it. Sebastian takes up a scalpel. Mr. X says muffled behind his mask, "You will mostly not feel this, but we felt it important that you observe. Think of it not as punishment—" "But a chance to be reborn," says Sebastian, pulling up his mask and putting the scalpel to the tip of his penis. "To rise again from the flames, como un fénix—like a phoenix."

Sorry for the long delay, it's been a crazy bit here. But I have some time and inspiration, so here comes the next installment. Kyle was in an absolutely perfect and euphoric state, he had never felt this great while getting fucked in his life. Matt could sense his partners pleasure. and was feeling quite wonderful himself. Matt was certainly aware of the fact that he had a much thicker cock than most, as well as being fortunate enough to be blessed with length, though he exhibited outwardly or felt internally boastful feelings of it. He certainly enjoyed his size, and the multitude of hot sexy boys it got him. What he really got off on though about his cock was two fold: partially, his girth allowed him to feel a tight hole on virgin and used holes; mostly though, his cock got rigid as steel and he would fill with passion and energy on how much his bottoms love his cock. This is not to say Matt only cared about his bottoms feelings, he certainly had a dominate side Kyle was only yet to see. As Matt continued to rail his willing partner, who was so thoroughly enjoying his new found activity and showing his satisfaction with his moaning (the likes of which he only believed to occur in staged porn, until now when he realized WHY the guys in porn moaned) Matt began to think of more ways to encourage moaning in Kyle and pleasure for himself. In the next moment, three activities happened all but simultaneously. Matt in a sudden revelation knew what was next in line for Kyle, that came so suddenly and so hard, and was so hot his cock began to erupt in Kyle who was in that instant unable to speak from having his first anal orgasm that was so intense he barely noticed he didn't cum. Kyles semi plump dick though, was dripping precum in copious amounts it never had before. Matt was still pumping away in that supple and inviting ass that was feeling more and more perfect with each stroke, and quickly realized Kyle was unaware of the sizable warm fresh load residing deep in his insides, for this moment Matt decided to keep it that way. Matt slowly retreated from his cums new home, and gracefully maneuvered himself and Kyle back into a more traditional porn viewing arrangement on the bed, and asked if he could put on a video form his collection. Kyle, in his lingering euphoria, and after shocks of orgasm was quite agreeable to that idea, as Matt would soon find out Kyle was quite agreeable to a number of things in this head space. Matt swiftly obtained the mouse and keyboard so he could pull up his Plex account. He set up this sever for instances just such as this one, instances where he wanted to manipulate the mood, and preferably the activity to his choosing. The reason that Matt came so hard and so suddenly was remembering that he had recently hooked up with a guy from BBRT that he had really clicked with. He had wanted to meet up again, and surmised this would be a splendid opportunity. Matt was almost as sure as he could be that Kyle would be down and willing for anything at this point, but just to be safe (the only time you'll hear that in this story) he fed the glass cock more candy, took 3 full hits from it himself, shotgunning the clouds to Kyle, then offering the pipe over. Without hesitation or need for instruction Kyle readily began to roll the boll and inhale the puffs of sexual pleasure deep and with purpose. Matt took this time of distraction to contact Josue, his friend from BBRT. Since Matt is a top, Josue did not get to act on his versatility in their last meet. They still managed to have a fuck of a lifetime, and Matt wanted to have an even better one tonight. Several hits later, Kyle set the pipe back on the table next to the bed, and simply began to stroke his cock and admire his current fuck mate. The glaze in his eyes and the dilation of his pupils told Matt he was ready for his proposal. Matt started this by caressing and sensually rubbing his tweaked out bud. He asked Kyle how he was feeling, and if he had been enjoying his day/evening so far. Although able to, Kyle chose not to answer with words, he simply groped Matt while sliding over to him for a kiss, in which he proceeded to moan in that special way bottoms can to drive a top crazy. This was when Matt informed Kyle of Josue, his 9" UNcut cock, and superior ability to achieve and maintain a hard-on even when smoked out of his mind. He of course couldn't neglect to mention Josue's seemingly infinite ability to cum, and with consistently generous volumes. Kyle, a lover of latin, uncut, hard, and huge cocks couldn't agree fast enough. This was also when Matt was informed of Kyles LOVE for cum. Matt was extremely pleased with both responses, and quickly informed Josue he was welcome, and where to show up. Josue sent 2 pictures with his "On my way!" text.

Been a bit of delay simply because I've been spending quite a lot of time with her, and have not had time to sit down and write about any of it. I've been writing about some older events with my ex wife instead. It's been fantastic with her, and could turn into something permanent. We both laid there, panting and hearts racing. I was concentrating hard to keep from just spraying my cum into the air like a fountain after the things her throat did to me. 'You didn't used to deep throat so far down,' I finally said. 'I was motivated,' she giggled, and stretched again, always like a cat this one, and rolled to face me. 'This molly is really smooth, I can't remember the last time I had anything so totally pure. No speed at all. And I'm starting to really rush!' 'Yeah, I know the girl who makes it... Friends in low places.' I rolled to face her, and pulled her to me, and began kissing her, my hands travelled her body, stroking her. In general, I had always found that, when in doubt, treat her like a hundred pound house cat and you couldn't go far wrong. My hands came up to the nape of her neck, and I scratched her there, working my nails into the roots of her hair, making her moan and flex her belly against me. I grasped her hair and pulled it, kissing her deeply, and pulled back to look in her eyes. Her pupils were enormous, tiny brown halos around deep black were the only remnant of her greenish brown cat-eyes. I could imagine what she was feeling, the rush of warmth, of love, of need to touch and kiss and breed and cum. I moved on top of her, and her legs wrapped up and around me. Her hands went down, found my cock, and slipped it inside. Her cunt was furnace hot, and incredibly tight. It had been the tightest thing I ever fucked all those years ago, and that hadn't changed. Her hips rolled to meet me, and I began to thrust in a rolling grind. I felt her mouth open and her teeth sink gently into my shoulder as she moaned, and I could already feel the shivering of her first orgasm, not even ten strokes in. For myself, I was already worried about busting a load into this incredible cunt, so different from any of the slags and fags I'd been fucking lately. She mumbled my name, and 'please' and I fucked harder, she began to grunt at the bottom of each stroke. I fucked harder, making sure I hit bottom, and was rewarded by a long shuddering moan and a clamp on my cock like nothing you can imagine. Her hands were cupping my asscheeks as I kept fucking through her orgasm, loving the rippling muscles of her vaginal walls. Say what you like about assfucking, asses simply don't have that long sheath of muscles that can milk a cock along it's entire length. I could never give up cunt. She moans and cums again, and again, and again, harder each time. I grab her hair and pull her mouth off my shoulder, so she won't draw blood, and look into her eyes as I pound her. She looks up at me, jaw set in the classic MDMA teeth grinding, dribble trickling from her mouth as she cums again, yelling and getting flecks of spit in my face involuntarily as she does. The yell pushes me over the edge, and I unload my cock into her vise-tight cunt. 'Take that fucking cum!' She kisses me deep as I blow inside her, tongues fighting for control, hands pulling each other in with lip bruising force. my thrusts don't even slow down in her now cum-sloppy cunt as I keep pounding. Her face is startled as she realizes I'm not going soft, not stopping. I can feel my own rush beginning, and I smile down at her 'They hadn't invented Cialis the last time we fucked.' She moaned, 'Oh god you're going to kill me!', and clutched at me as she came again and then again. I kept pounding, then 'Wrap around me tight, I want to roll you over.' We roll, and she's on top now. She sits up straight and bounces, a froth of cum and lube and squirt where our bodies meet. I look up at her 'Ride me with your asshole, princess!' She moans and comes off, fumbling for the lube. I find the poppers, uncap them. She slathers my cock with gun oil, and pops the plug out. I hold the poppers to a nostril, block off the other one, and she inhales deep and long, twice. Her eyes roll, and she sits down hard on my cock with a yelp. I had forgotten this, how she never took it slow at the beginning, never needed to... Her ass is loose from the plug, but quickly clamps down on my cock. I revel in the difference between ass and cunt, so completely different in feel, yet both so hungry for my meat. She yelps like a kicked dog as she bottoms out on my shaft. 7.5 thick cut inches in one single stroke. I wonder what it feels like to take it that way...I've always needed warmup for even fingers, and while I can eventually take the biggest cocks, this girl can do it from the very first instant. She is grinding on me, loving the sensation of my cock stirring her guts. I can feel her cum, distant through my MDMA rush, and then again. She begins to bounce her ass, 'Oh god you never fucked my ass like this before!' She grunts like an animal 'Oh god I love it!!' She cums again, ring clamping on me like fingers squeezing. I moan as her hands rest on my chest and her fingers roll my nipples. My rush is coming strong now, and I worry if maybe she judged wrong and my cock is softening, but no, I can feel my asshole tightening as my first 'dry' orgasm of the night boils up. I yell her name, and cum hard without a drop of sperm. Through the haze of my rush I see her smiling. she keeps fucking, I keep spasming in her tight asshole. Another orgasm, this one with the familiar rush of sperm fills her asshole and now I finally begin soften. She cums, and it pushes out my now semi hard shaft. Without hesitation she drops down and begins to clean me, licking, then sucking my cock. Rolling it in her mouth, suckling like a baby. A little spurt of cream rewards her, and she flips round, throwing her leg over my face and lowering the sloppy mess of her cunt to my face. I eat her lips ravenously, sucking out my cum, loving her taste, slowly calming down as my rush subsides and we each calm down. I raise my head a little to lick the dribbling cum and lube from her asshole, appreciating the faint unmistakeable tang of the MDMA adding to the delicious mix of cum and ass juice. She moans and slides a finger onto her clit as I rim her, cumming hard and squirting some more ass into my mouth. She starts playing with the plug in my asshole, and I begin to stiffen up again. Soon she's fucking the plug in and out, and I groan and spray what's left of my sperm resevoir into her enthusiastic mouth. I hear her gulping it down. I collapse, as does she.

This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

Scared Virgin Wants Pozzing Mike just turned 18, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted bare raw sex with men. He wanted a man's hot semen in his ass, even a man's hot piss. He didn't care if it was poz or neg, but right now he wanted poz, he wanted to end the fear and free himself. The only trouble is he wanted it to be given to him while making love, not just be fucked. He wanted some passion in it. Mike got on to a match site posting his desires. He got a response from a mid thirties guy named Cole, who was active and didn't have a problem being a gifter. In fact he said its been a fantasy of his to poz a young guy and help him to transition to a poz brother. The idea of it being a more passionate type of gifting actually turned Cole on even more. They set a Friday night to get together, and Mike told his parents he was staying at a friend's house, that way they could make a night and day of it. Every time Mike thought about the Friday coming up he'd start leaking precum, but he didn't allow himself to jack off. Mike was going to let his cum build up so his orgasm while being pozzed would be that much more special and strong. Friday finally came, and Mike almost did in the middle of class just thinking what was going to happen in a few hours. He was leaking so much precum he was developing a little spot in his jeans, both in front and dripping down between his balls. He couldn't wait to feel a cock in him, filling him, shooting in him. Mike got out of school, and jumped in his car to head to Cole's. His cock hard as a nail. While he was driving he had to keep adjusting his cock in his pants, which squeezed more precum up out of his cock, and through his underwear against his jeans. By the time he got to Cole's he had a rather large wet spot in the front of jeans, and his balls felt damp. Mike got up to the door, and Cole greeted him at the door. Cole was pleased with what he saw, a hot teen, with an even hotter wet bulging package. Mike loved that Cole was exactly as his picture looked. Cole grabbed Mike into a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into Mike's mouth. This made Mike moan, and he couldn't help but jet out a glob of precum, well actually it was a little cum too. "Come on in stud. I think I have surprise you'll love." Cole pulled Mike in, and shut the door behind him. Once he pulled Mike in, he reached down and pulled Mike's shirt off in quick sweep. Once his shirt was off, he attached Mike's neck, tickling it with his tongue and little bites. Not enough to leave a hicky mark, but enough to make Mike moan and leak more into his pants. When Mike looked up, he saw other guy his age in a jockstrap filming them. Mike inhaled a little more and squirmed a little. "This is Billy. He's a virgin too, more scared than you about breeding, but wanted to watch and film this for you. Is it okay?" "Yes! I'd love to be able to see my cherry pop later." Billy obviously had as big a hard on as Mike, clearly obvious in his jock. Billy picked up the camera to start his filming. He couldn't wait to watch Mike take a cock for the first time, and take a breeding. He only wished he had the courage to do the same. Cole leaned over and shoved his tongue into Mike's mouth, feeling down his bare back to edge of his pants. He carefully moved his hands between the pants band and underwear, down Mike's bare butt cheeks. Oh so smooth and tight. Mike moaned into Cole's mouth, and with hands moved down to the bottom of Cole's shirt and started lifting it. They broke their kiss, and Mike lifted Cole's shirt off. Cole was relatively hairy, compared to Mike's lack of hair, except for Mike's very dense inch wide treasure trail that lead down to a trimmed bush. Cole had a dense amount of hair all across his chest and stomach, with just slightly longer treasure trail. Mike leaned down and licked one of Cole's erect nipples. This caused Cole to moan out loud and pull Mike's head into his pec. Cole picked up Mike in his arms, bare chest to bare chest. "Come on Billy, time to film a cherry pop." Cole carried Mike back to the bedroom and Billy followed filming them. Once in the bedroom Cole put Mike on the bed and undid his jeans, and pulled everything off in one feel swoop. Mike's pubes were soaked in precum, and it was still pouring out of his hard cut cock. Cole bent down and licked across Mike's dick head. Mike moaned and spurted a little precum. Billy got a close up as Cole took Mike's head in his mouth. Cole loved the taste of Mike's sweet nectar. Cole then stood up and took off his pants, exposing his hard uncut cock for the boys to see. Billy gasped a little, so Mike looked over his body and moaned oh fuck. A little precum was glistening on the lips of Cole's foreskin. Cole got on the bed and knee walked up Mike's body until his cock was just touching Mike's lips. Mike stuck out his tongue and touched the lips of Cole's foreskin, pushing his tongue lightly into Cole's foreskin. Mike loved his first taste of a man's cock, the feel of the skin, the precum. Billy was busy filming closeup of Mike licking Cole's cock. His cock was feeling very cramped in his jock, and he pushed it off as he was filming. His cut cock standing straight out from his body. Billy unlike the other two was almost completely hairless, he kept his pubes shaved. He only had hair under his arms, and a little around his butt hole. "Right on buddy, get naked with us." Cole moaned. Cole began licking down Mike's body, again taking Mike's cock back in his mouth. Cole swirled his tongue around the head, getting all the precum of his cock as possible. He then licked down to Mike's balls, and tickled his balls with his tongue. Mike's moaning went up a little bit. Cole started lift up Mike's legs bringing Mike's hole into view. Cole then licked right down to the exposed hole. There was some hair around the hole, and spreading a little up the valley, which Cole loved. As soon as Cole's tongue touched Mike's hole, Mike almost screamed out. Mike didn't know this could feel so good. Cole ran his tongue all over the outside of Mike's hole, slowly teasing it with quick stabs with the tip of his tongue. Each time he stabbed a little deeper. All the while Billy was filming the on going, being sure to get a little bit of Mike's face to show what he was feeling, but not missing the hard core action below. Suddenly Mike's ass blossomed open, and Cole's tongue sank in to the depths of Mike's ass. Mike moaned and shot out a little cum as this happened. Cole just wagged his tongue inside Mike for a minute. Cole looked up to see Mike's little spurt of cum on his stomach. He dipped his finger in it and brought it to his mouth. Oh so nutty sweet. Cole saw Billy's hungry eyes on what he did, and took the last finger full of cum off of Mike, "Here buddy, try his cum, you know you want to. He's a Neg virgin like you, its not going to hurt you. Try it." And Cole moved his finger to Billy's mouth, and Billy just opened his mouth and accepted the finger full of cum. He couldn't believe how good it was. Cole looked and the lust filled Mike, "So do you just want me to take your cherry now, or would you like a little prep work that will help the breeding maybe take this first time?" "Lets go all the way, so I don't lose my nerve later. I want to be bred good." "You got it. Hey little buddy, you looked like you liked the taste of cum. Why don't you come down and try a little ass while I go get my prep tool. Come on, you know you want to try it. This is your chance to try a clean ass. But the camera down for minute, come try this sweet ass." Billy's lust was up, and he couldn't say no. He set the camera down on the bed, and got down between Mike's legs, and saw the hair hole winking at him. He bent down and touched his tongue directly to the winking hole. He heard Mike moan. "That's it buddy, shove your tongue in there. Get him ready for his prepping." Cole then pushed Billy's face into Mike's ass just as he started to stick his tongue in the hole, this caused Billy's tongue to really go in. Billy love the feel and taste of Mike's ass, and really started licking and tongue fucking him. Cole went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush he'd been using. He'll just replace. As he came back to the bed, he grabbed lube out of the drawer as well. Billy stood up and grabbed the camera again. Cole took his place at Mike's ass. "Ok my little virgin chaser, this is to help prep you up. I'm just going to brush your insides up. I won't kid you, its going to smart a little." "Do it, I want it." Billy got ready to film this. He couldn't believe Mike agreed to having a toothbrush stuck up his ass. At the same time he thought it was hotter than hell. It made him leak little precum. Looking through the camera lens, he watched Cole lube up the toothbrush and then lube up Mike's hole. Then he watched as Cole put the brush against the winking hole. Then he saw the brush slowing sinking into that hole and Mike moaning. Billy than panned up to Mike's face, and he captured Mike's lust filled and a little pain look. Mike opened his mouth to breath and moan. Cole started to spin the brush around a little as well as slowly in and out. He pulled it all the way out to see how it looked it, and it was just ever so slightly pink, so not quite ready. So Cole slowly pushed the brush back in, and made light sawing motions. While he did this, he looked at Billy, and how he was sort of panting, and his cock was throbbing. "Hey film this when I pull the brush out. See how its coming out of his ass. Look at that color on there, that's much pinker, that means just a little more brushing and he'll be ready for the breeding. Say, you want to brush him a little? Come on down here, why don't you do a little." Billy set the camera down and came down where Cole was. "Here take the brush. Now slowly insert it in to his ass. That's it nice and slow. Move it all around inside him. That's it. You like getting him all prepped for a breeding?" All Billy could do was nod. He couldn't believe he was moving this around in Mike's ass. Watching it up close going in and out. "Okay, let me take it back, and you can film it coming it. I bet it'll be nice a red now. Pick up the camera and film it coming out." Billy picked up the camera and looking through the lens, he saw the brush slowly being pulled out. When the brush head came all the way out, it was noticeably red. "Yeah, your ready for breeding now. Look at the red color. That means your ass is all ready to be get bred and accept all that my cum has to give you." Cole set the brush down, and grabbed the lube. He started lubing up his cock real good, and put some more lube on and in Mike's hole. "Okay my worried virgin, its time. You ready to lose that cherry?" "Yes, god, yes. I want your dick in me now, please." Billy watched through the lens of the camera as Cole pulled is foreskin back and rubbed his head against Mike's hole. Carefully dipping in just a little and rubbing again. Then Cole slowly and carefully started pushing his cock in. When it was a little more that half way in, he panned up to Mike's face. He was breathing heavily from his mouth and his eyes were rolled back and he was moaning. Mike began heavily leaking precum out of his cock, you would think someone turned on a faucet. "I'm all the way in now. Feel my hard cock in you. Your cherry is all mine. Now to breed you. I'm not going to last long, your so nice and tight, and your ass keeps gripping my dick." Billy got up on the bed and straddled Mike so he could get a nice clear shot of Cole's dick sliding in and out. What a sight, Cole was so carefully moving his dick, nice and slow in and out. Mike looked up and saw Billy's tight little ass and balls hanging there in front of his face. Mike could help himself, he stuck his tongue out and licked Billy's balls. Doing this caused them to jump around in their sack. Billy almost dropped the camera went he felt his balls being licked. His cock started bouncing and splattering Mike's upper abs with his precum. As he was watching through the camera, he saw Mike's balls starting to really pull up to his body, and Mike's dick kept throbbing up with each thrust from Cole. "Okay bud, I'm getting really close, you ready for my cum, you ready to bred?" Mike stopped licking Billy's balls, "Yes, fuck yes. Give my your seed. Fuck it into me." Cole picked up his speed just a little. Suddenly he pushed in a little hard and did some quick jabs, and began groaning loudly. "Oh fuck, here it cums, I'm going to breed you now." Billy watched through the lens as Cole shoved hard and was shaking, and suddenly Mike's cock erupted with cum, and sprayed everywhere, including the camera lens. Billy got up off of Mike and set the camera down on the side bed table and then saw as Cole leaned into Mike and kissed him deeply, while we was still humping his spent dick into him. Billy's cock was throbbing to cum. Cole saw this and grabbed Billy's hard cock and started stroking it. "You need to cum to bud, lay down on the bed, lets let the prior virgin suck you off." Mike only smiled and moved over so Billy could lay down. Mike immediately attacked his hard cock, he loved Billy's sweet precum. Cole leaned in and whispered something into Mike's ear. Mike then licked down to Billy's balls, and Cole lifted Billy's leg, and Mike attacked the exposed hole. Billy couldn't believe the feeling, he loved the tongue on his ass. Mike then went back to Billy's cock just in time to catch the load as it fired out. The three then layed on the bed Mike pressed up against Billy, and Cole pressed up to Mike.

It has taken a (very) long time, but finally made some progress on a follow up to https://breeding.zone/topic/33786-the-decline-and-fall-of-michael-christian/Apologies again for the very long delay... and I hope you enjoy. Anyway, here is Part 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey man, sorry. I didn’t realise it was occupied.” A stranger stood at the toilet but looked over his shoulder at Calvin… was he smirking? Calvin needed to pee but it could wait. The real reason he was in the bathroom was to get away from the guy who had been (all but) clinging to him since he arrived at the party. The clingy guy had introduced himself as Tommy. He was tall, thin, and very flamboyantly gay. Not that Calvin had a problem with that, but Tommy had clearly had a few drinks too many. He refused to listen when Calvin said he was straight, so Calvin escaped to the bathroom. And now he had walked in on someone else in the toilet. Could this night get any more awkward? He started to back out of the bathroom and close the door. STOP. The stranger’s lips did not move but the word seemed to reverberate inside Calvin’s head. Like someone shouting, loudly, in a tunnel. There was an odd sensation just behind his eyes. A tingling. Calvin stopped. He stood in the door as if waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what that was, or even what it could be. “There’s room enough for two.” The stranger smiled but that smile never touched his eyes. Come in and close the door. The voice in his head was not as loud, just a normal speaking voice. But the tingling persisted. If anything, stronger than before. You are relaxed. There is nothing strange about what is happening. The voice was just a whisper now. But that sensation, the tingling behind his eyes, continued. It felt buried now, however, as if had burrowed somewhere deep inside his head. As Calvin stepped back in the bathroom and closed the door, he thought he should be worried. Like there was something terribly wrong. But he couldn’t think of what that might be. There was something odd about the stranger yet Calvin couldn’t quite put a finger on it. There was something almost… vague…or nondescript… about him. He was neither short not tall. Average build. Calvin couldn’t even tell how old he was. He could be 22 or 42. It just seemed impossible to tell. “I’m… Sebastian.” The stranger said. His extended his hand that had been holding his dick a moment ago. “You can call me Seb.” “Calvin. Calvin Watts.” Calvin shook Seb’s hand, trying not to think about where the hand had just been. “Nice to meet you. So do you know Mark and Mary?” “Not really, I just moved into the building and they invited me to the party.” “Can’t say I know them very well either.” Seb replied without more detail. “So how old are you, Calvin?” “I’m 18. You?” “I’m… a little bit older than that. Are you in college?” “Yes. I’m attending State, and studying Pre-Med and Chemistry. I want to get into medical research when I graduate.” Calvin wondered why he was kept speaking, answering questions that had never even been asked. He should be freaked out, of at least annoyed, but he felt eager to offer information. It made no sense. “You must have a high IQ.” “Well, when my Dad had me tested, my IQ was rated at 152.” “Very impressive. I bet you are doing very well in your classes, aren’t you? “ Calvin wanted to say that he was expecting to be on the Dean’s list this quarter and that he (and his father) would be very disappointed if he didn’t graduate summa cum laude in a few years. But Seb didn’t give him time to respond and the thought just slipped away. “Isn’t it unusual for a first year student to live off campus?” “My parents didn’t want me to live in the dorm. Too much partying going on. Or so my Dad says. So they rented an apartment for me.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seb paused a raised an eyebrow. “Or a boyfriend?” “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not gay.” Calvin wondered if he should be offended that the stranger had even asked… but somehow just couldn’t work up the energy. “You need to pee, don’t you Calvin?” “Um. Yeah.” “You should pull your dick out then, shouldn’t you?” That tingling again. And the perception of a voice inside his head but so quiet now he couldn’t even hear it. His hands moved before he even realised what they were doing, unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and aiming it at the toilet. His bladder, however, refused to pee, so he just stood there with this stranger. Both of the men standing there with his cock out. For a minute Calvin wondered if someone had put something in his drink and this was a surreal hallucination. But, no. This was real. Somehow he knew. “Good boy, Calvin.” A sense of happiness swept across Calvin at the words. His heart beat slightly faster in excitement. He wondered why he would feel this way. But, again, the thought slipped away. “It’s rather amusing. Your father thought he was preparing you for life. But his overprotective and controlling nature has sheltered you. You never even developed those defences that most humans have.” The words seemed to bypass Calvin as if his mind was shut down while Seb spoke. After a moment he blinked to see Seb looking at his crotch. “You have a nice cock.” Calvin blushed, unsure how to reply. “Do you like my cock, Calvin?” Calvin had never really looked at another guy’s cock before. Well, maybe in the locker room. But that was really just to see how it compared to his own. Now he found his eyes pulled down to Seb’s crotch. And he stared, suddenly fascinated by it. The other man’s cock was long and thick. The foreskin wrapped around the bulbous cock head and the whole things seemed so… perfect. Calvin was circumcised and his own cock suddenly felt awkward and clunky. “It’s…. It’s... beautiful.” Calvin finally managed. He licked his lips as he stared. “Why don’t you touch it?” Calvin’s hand reached out, tentatively. “That’s right, wrap your fingers around it. Stroke it. Gently. That’s my good boy.” Calvin felt his own dick starting to swell and rise. He was getting hard. But he was straight. Wasn’t he? It felt so fuzzy now. “I’m going to put my hand on your dick now. Is that ok, Calvin?” “Yes, sir.” Seb’s fingers caressed Calvin’s dick. The fingers moved softly. Gently. But Calvin’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to suck you now, Calvin.” “Ok…. I’ve never had a blow job before.” “A blow job? What a quaint way to describe it.” Seb shifted to his knees and Calvin could feel the warm breath rippling across the sensitive skin of his dick. The shaft flexed in anticipation. Some part of his mind tried to scream out. To put a stop to this. He wasn’t gay. But Calvin just couldn’t concentrate and the thought faded away. But Seb paused. “I could stop now, Calvin. I could stop, walk out, and you would be yourself again in a few minutes. Do you want me to stop? To step away now, without sucking your cock?” “No… please don’t stop.” Calvin felt desperate. It suddenly didn’t matter if he was gay or straight. He just wanted the other man’s mouth around his cock. “Are you sure? If I continue, there is a price. There is always a price. And you will never be the same.” “Please… please suck me. I want it so bad. I need it.” Calvin whimpered. Why was he so desperate? “As you wish.” The stranger smiled again. It was a smile that sent a chill down Calvin’s spine. The kind of smile that a cat wears when playing with a mouse. Then Seb’s lips enveloped Calvin’s cock. Calvin’s moaned as the sensation of the warm mouth enveloped his cock and spread quickly throughout his body. His hands wrapped around Seb’s head in a desperate attempt to maintain some control. Seb’s lips were locked on Calvin’s shaft. His mouth slid up and down the length, maintaining a tight suction. Calvin imagined he could feel the suction all the way from his skull to his toes. As if the pressure Seb was exerting would swallow him whole. It was almost painful… but somehow incredibly erotic. “Oh fuck,” Calvin groaned. He was getting his dick sucked for the first time… by a guy. This was so bizarre. But good. Oh so very good. “That is so amazing.” Calvin’s hips started moving, thrusting his cock further into Seb’s mouth. His dick was slowly swelling. His balls were slowly starting their rise. But… something else. A strange sensation throughout his body. Pulling. Stretching. As if the suction on his cock was siphoning something out of him. His head felt fuzzy. Unfocused. He had a slight headache and his vision seemed to be blurring. His body felt weak. ‘Oh fuck’, Calvin thought, asking himself ‘Am I having an aneur… and an….’. Strange. He couldn’t think of the word. He should know that word. A brain… thingy. A problem in the brain. He should know the word. Why couldn’t he think of it? Don’t worry. Relax. Let it flow away. The voice was back. And the tingling, which had never gone away, seemed stronger again now. At that information, that knowledge. It’s all such a burden. Surrender it. Life will be so much easier if you just don’t have to think so much anymore. Lay down your burden. Calvin was afraid. Terrified. Something was being taken from him. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. He had to resist. But his head was so fuzzy. Why couldn’t he think? Do you feel it? Your intelligence dropping lower. And lower. Doesn’t it feel good to let it go? Now you can enjoy other things. More important things. More immediate things. Think about how good your cock feels. Doesn’t your cock feel so good now? His cock did feel amazing. Seb’s expert lips, tongue, and mouth were bringing him closer and closer to cumming. This was fucking amazing. He had never felt this good sitting in a classroom. The suction was so strong. Especially in his head. Everything was being pulled into his dick. His dick that was buried deep in Seb’s throat now. Fuck that felt good. Yes. He could let go. It would feel so good to just let go. No! He shouldn’t. God help him, he knew he shouldn’t. He was losing something. Something important. If only he could understand what it was.… But his cock felt amazing. He needed to cum. To unload. To release. He wanted his body to tense up in anticipation — like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his dick throb —like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his nuts pull up — like they were doing now. He wanted this more than anything! Yes… Calvin succumbed to the voice in his head. He surrendered to the pressure. Stopped fighting it. And he came. It seemed to last forever. His eyes rolled back into his head and blast after blast fired into Seb’s throat. And Seb swallowed it all. But eventually the 18 year old’s muscles relaxed. His pecker grew soft and slipped from Seb’s mouth. Seb stood and gently pushed the young man down on the toilet seat. He peered into Calvin’s eyes and into his mind and soul. The mind was so quiet. So dull. So stupid. Lazy, unfocused, undisciplined. “Ah, my poor boy. You had such a high opinion of yourself and your mind. But you were just a tasty morsel. A delicious treat for a summer evening.” “Huh?” Calvin just looked up at the man above him. “Whatcha talking bout?” “I don’t think you need to worry about a high IQ anymore.” Seb laughed. “I’m afraid that I may have gotten carried away. You are well below ‘normal’ now. Well below.” “You ain’t making sense, man.” Seb frowned and looked down at Calvin. He really hadn’t intended to consume so much of the young man. “You know, since I took so much from you, it seems only fair that I give you something back. Would you like that?” “Your gonna give me somethin?” Calvin couldn’t really understand that this guy was babblin’ about… but fuck it. If he wanted to give him something, he sure as fuck wouldn’t refuse. Seb’s put his hand on Calvin’s head and pulled him towards his own hard cock. “What the fuck?” Calvin protested. “I aint no fag…” But his protest was cut off as Seb’s cock slipped into his mouth. Calvin tried to get it out. But no matter what he did, the prick was pushing into his mouth. And then he noticed the taste. ‘Fuck, that tasted good,’ he thought, his tongue swirling around the sliding shaft. He wanted that taste. More! Seb, however, was impatient. He had more important matters to attend and this distraction had already wasted too much time. Within moments, his hips were pressed against Calvin’s face. The entire shaft inserted. That was good enough. He let his orgasm flow. His seed erupting into the wretch before him. Calvin slurping it down like a man who had found an oasis in a barren desert. It wasn’t really semen, of course. Semen was such a mortal concept. But Calvin perceived the fluids as such. Seb slipped his cock from Calvin’s mouth and looked into his eyes a final time. Yes. There it was: the craving. A ravenous hunger for something Calvin couldn’t even put words to yet. And he had even given a bit of the young man’s intelligence back. Not much, of course. Just enough so he could function in society. And just enough so he could understand what he had lost, what had been taken away, it was so much more fun when they understood the price. Calvin sat on the toilet in shock. It was still so hard to think. For a moment there, he had been lost completely. He felt better now but he knew something was still missing. He could feel a cavity where something had been pulled away. And there was something else. Some other sensation he was just barely aware of. But he couldn’t put words to it. What the hell had Seb done to him? “Yes. That will do.” Seb mused. “You feel it missing now, don’t you? All that information, your mind racing miles ahead of everyone around you, all that potential? Gone. You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering what you would have accomplished. Cure cancer? Find new treatments to better the lives of our fellow ‘humans’? You will never know but it will haunt you. All of that given up just to get your dick sucked. Your dreams, your plans for a career? Dead now. But don’t worry, I very much suspect you will find a new career soon enough. I wish I could stay to watch, but I think not. It's time to move on." Calvin wanted to scream To yell. To cry. What the fuck had he done? But it was so hard to think now. He felt hollow. Empty. Incomplete. It took him a moment to realise he was alone in the bathroom. Seb was simply not there anymore. He was alone… for about a minute. And then the door opened. “Oh there you are, handsome.” It was Tommy, the gay guy from earlier. “I thought you got lost.” Tommy’s eyes swept over Calvin’s disheveled face and hair, and at the cum splatters on the floor. And Calvin’s dick still hanging out of his jeans. “Well, you have been busy, haven’t you? You dirty slut.” The word ‘slut’ sounded like a compliment from Tommy’s lips. Calvin was sure he could smell Tommy. His sweat. His musk. And it made his lust even stronger. His thoughts even weaker. Calvin’s eyes trailed down Tommy’s tall, lean, beautiful body. To the sizeable bulge in his crotch. He could see the outline of other man’s cock quite clearly. Tommy’s tight pants made sure of that. And that cock was quite big. He was so horny. No. Horny didn’t describe it. He was fucking ravenous. He wanted what was in the other man’s trousers. He wanted to explore that budge. He wanted to feel Tommy in his throat and, god help him, in his ass. He wanted Tommy’s cum inside him. He needed it. “Oh fuck.” Calvin didn’t even realise he was speaking out loud. “I’m gay.” “Yeah, I kind of guessed that.” Tommy slurred. Calvin’s dick was straining in his jeans. What Seb had taken, his intelligence or whatever, didn’t seem as important right now. He needed to sate his hunger. “I wanna taste you. I want to suck you. And I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Please.” Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if it’s your first time.” < To Be Continued… > >

My name is Marc and this is the story of how I was “Turned into a Poz Slut”. Let me start off by telling you that I am 19, had just finished my first year of community college. I am 5'10”, 130 pounds, brown hair and eyes. I have a runner’s build mainly due to cross country running in high school and now community college. The most important fact to know is that at the time of this story, I was still a virgin. It all began innocent enough. As usual Rick (my best bud and a decent looking guy) and I were playing video games for a while, kicking back and having a few beers. Rick was 5'6”, about my weight. Out of no where Rick asked me if I wanted to check out some of his new pornos he just gotten a couple days ago. Of course I was game. What teenage guy would say no? He pulled a box off a high shelf in his closet. As we started flipping through them, I was amazed. These weren't the Playboys I had seen before. They were hardcore fuck books. They were full of slutty women, sucking and being fucked by guys with huge, hard cocks. I was boned in seconds. I found myself rubbing my bone through my shorts without even thinking about it. "Fuck dude I've got a boner from hell!" I said. "Yeah, me too. I got to jerk this one off or my cock is going to explode. You going for it too?" He stood up and dropped his shorts. This was the first time I had seen a guy in the flesh with a boner. I knew mine was a good size but his looked bigger. I followed suit and pushed my shorts down too. "Not a bad sized cock but I think I have you beat" he said to me. They looked pretty close to the same length to me, but his was differently fatter, a real pussy splitter. "You ever measure your's?" I shook my head no. He went over to his desk and grabbed a wooden ruler saying "Stand up, dude." With his left hand he pulled my dick down straight, so it was sticking straight out. Fuck I almost shot my load right there. This was the first time someone else touched my dick. He laid the ruler on top of my shaft and measured from the base of my cock to the head. I came in at 7-1/2 inches. Rick then laid the ruler on his cock he was over 8 inches. That out of the way, we went back to spanking our cocks and flipping through the mag's. "Rick, check this out." It was a series of photos of some guy held a chick by her head and burying his huge dick in her face. "Fuck dude I hope I can find a chick that can swallow my pole like that." "Yeah, but it's hard to find any chick that even put it in her mouth" Rick said knowingly, to which I responded "Rick, have you had any chick suck you yet?" "Not yet. But if you promise not to tell anyone I will show you something real cool." "Sure." With that he laid cross ways on the bed, threw his feet over his head and walked them down the wall. My mouth fell open as about half of his cock slid into his mouth. Flexing his knees he was giving himself a blowjob. He did this for a few minutes then straightened back out. "You want to see if you can do it?" "Fuck yeah." I got up on the bed and did every thing like he did but my cock was still six inches from my face. He tried helping for a bit by pushing down on my ass. I had to give up after a bit because my back was starting to hurt. Fuck was I let down. I just fell short of getting my first blowjob, even if it was from myself. I knew I wasn't going to get to see what it was like to do myself right away. Don't ask me why, but I had to see what it was like. "Rick let me try it on you." "NO way dude that's gay!" "You just did it." "Yeah, but it was my own cock." Guess I had him there. He stepped up to me on the bed, with his cock inches from my face. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed his shaft and pulled it out straight. I leaned forward and slid it into my mouth. As I started bobbing up and down his shaft, he hissed "Watch your teeth, dude." I sucked it for a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth. "I can't do this. Let's just wack`em off." That's as far as my first time went. A bit after we had finished cleaning the puddles of cum off our bellies, I asked Rick if he would let me try it again another time. He wasn't game, but he told me how last summer, he and two of his friends went camping down at the lake. Rick told me that they all caught good buzzes from some weed and beer that they had. They called it a night and all climbed in the tent and crashed. During the night Rick had to take a piss. He noticed both his buds were not in their sleeping bag. After pissing he could hear something was happening behind some bushes. When he peeked through the bushes he about died. Both buds were going at it, one was sucking the other's dick. Rick just left and went back to his bag. Rick mentioned, that if I wanted he could mention me to one of his friend, but Rick didn't want to hear about anything if it did happen to work out. I was still curious so I told him to go ahead. That was the last we talked about it. It actually went long enough that I forgot the whole conversation about his friend. Late that summer I was at a party at Rick's. It was winding down. The beer was almost gone and I was out of weed. I was saying later to everyone this guy named Steve asked me if I could give him a lift home. Steve was a year younger than I, about 6'1", which is about an inch taller then am I. He had spiked brown hair and out-weighed me by 50 pounds. He'd burn one with me when we got there. That was the magic phrase. I told him, "Cool." He lived about five miles out of town. When we got to his apartment we went back to his bedroom. He propped a pillow up on the wall, on his bed and started rolling one. I got the wooden chair. I remember his shit was good. Man did I have a mean buzz going and I was starting to feel very horny. Then totally out of the blue he asks,“You getting horny?” Totally caught off guard, "What?" “Bro, it's not that hard to tell when you're throwing wood.” Sure enough my shorts were tenting. Then Steve asked," You want to suck my cock?' I gave Steve a funny look then he added, “Rick told me you might be interested in sucking some dick?" Now I knew he must be one of the guys Rick had told me about on the camping trip. "Are you serious?" "Does this look serious to you?" He says pulling his shorts down tight to his obvious boner. " I could really go for a blow job right now." "Dude, I don't know." "You already had Rick's cock in your mouth so it's not like you can say you’re not a cocksucker. I don't care who's swinging on my meat as long as it feels good. If you don't want it to get around town you've sucked dick, I think you'll suck mine off." I was totally in shock with his comment. He could see the defeat in my face. "Cool." He says raising his butt off the bed pushes his shorts down, and then kicks them off. "Get over here and start sucking." I kind of went into automatic, I knelt next to the bed, reached out with my right hand and lifted his hard cock off his stomach. The head already had a drop of precum oozing out the slit. I licked it. It had no real flavor but the slickness coated my tongue. I took it into my mouth and start bobbing up and down the shaft. After a minute he tells me to push my tongue tighter up against his shaft. "Oh, yeah, Dude. You're making it feel good. Look at all the ooze you got pumping out of my piss slit. Give my head a good licking." I swirled my tongue all over the head, his precum coating the inside of my mouth and tongue. "It also feels when you lick my balls." With that he bent his knees out and pushes his balls to my lips. The musk off his sack filled my nose. Not bad, just different. I worked his balls for a bit, then Steve told to get back to sucking his cock. With that he poked his cock back into my mouth. I must have been doing it right. He started running his fingers through my hair and telling, "Oh yeah, you're making it feel good man! Suck on that pole." He started jabbing his cock in my mouth, occasionally gagging me when he hit my throat. His words turned to grunts as he pumped my mouth. His fingers tighten a bit more on my head and he started chanting "Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, FUCK YEAH!" He held my head in place and with a final thrust his cock started pulsing and his cum fired into my mouth. He grunted with every pulse of his dick and his hips bucked a bit. A minute after his cock stopped pumping his juice he fell back on the bed. I swallowed his cum without a thought. It had a strong, sweet banana flavor to it. "If that was your first time you did great." I look down. His cock is still hard and shiny with my spit and some of his cum slime. "I'm beat, but if you want to smoke another one, go ahead and roll it.” As I'm rolling it, Steve asks if I was cool with what we just did. I told him it was kind of cool, thinking of the compliment he gave me on how well I did. I fired up the joint and we got baked again. As we smoked it I noticed his dick never went soft. "Dude you're still hard." "Yeah, it never goes down after the first shot. It usually takes two to five wads before it goes down. I was thinking after we finish this you'd go for another round." "Guess I don't have much choice." He smiled and took another hit. We no more than finished the joint when he looked at me and said "It's time to eat some more dick. Crawl up here between my legs and get busy with it." As I worked his pole into the back part my mouth Steve ran his hands through my hair, and occasionally would grab my head to work my face up and down his pole at the speed he wanted. After about a half an hour he pulled me off his cock and got off the bed. "Dude, let's try something else. Strip and stretch out on the bed." I was a little shocked, thinking maybe we were going to get each other off. I lay back on the bed on my back. "No, Dude. I want you on your belly. I'm going to cornhole you." I gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was talking about. "I'm going to butt fuck you. Roll over." I rolled over on my belly and watched as he went over to his dresser and got a bottle of lotion. He squirted a bit onto his fingertips. He rubbed them into my ass crack and pushed a finger into my ass a few times. I had fingered myself a few times before when jacking off. That much was ok. Then he squirted more into his hand and worked it up and down his fuck pole saying "Dude this is going to feel so good." He went behind me and moved my legs apart enough to climb between them. I felt him crawl on the bed, his ankles over my calves. "Put your arms down along your sides." Steve laid his body over mine. His chest felt nice against my back. His left arm was tight to mine and I felt him reach between us with his right to aim his cock into my ass crack. Once he had it lined up with my pucker his arm returned to my side. I felt as though he totally owned me. "Okay, Dude. You ready? Just relax." With that his arms tighten to my sides and he thrust his full pole straight in my ass. I was surprised how easily Steve's dick slid into my ass. I then realized that my ass was twitching and was glad that Steve was fucking me. I thought to myslef “Wow I must be gay!” As I lay there he slowly started to rock his hips just a bit. He felt my hole relaxing more and he moaned in my ear. "MMMM Fuck your hole feels SOOO good! Just relax now." With that he raised up on his elbows and began sliding his cock out and back into my ass nice and slow. It felt so good to me I couldn't help but moan. I could feel my hole pull out as his cock slid out, then push back in me with his in stroke. "Oh yeah, man you've got one hot ass here" he said as he started pumping harder. His balls started bouncing off mine. After a while he sat back and pulled out. I felt a bit empty without his cock in me. Damn I needed his cock back in me, so when he told me to roll over on my back, I wasted no time getting into position. This was the first time I noticed my cock was hard as hell. "It's feeling good for you too huh?" He reached down and stroked my cock. This much almost brought me off. I moaned as he released my dick. Steve placed my ankles on his shoulders. He trailed a couple stings of spit on to my pucker and rubbed it around with his cock head. The hot sponginess was feeling good now. With the head wedged in my crack, he leaned down over, kind of in a push up position, folding me in half, slid all the way in and started long fucking me, pulling almost out, then slamming his hips into my ass. Steve made sure his belly kept contact with my balls and my cock. In no time I felt my balls draw up and I started one of the strongest orgasms of my life. "Squeeze that ass" he said as he plowed me through my ball dump. "FUCK YEAH, that was great." Then he went into rabbit fuck speed fucking me hard. "Oh, Dude, I'm close. I'm going to cum in your ass.” Then Steve grunted and I felt his dick spasm in my ass. Without any break Steve flipped us over so he was on his back and I was sitting on his cock. He looked me dead in the eye and ordered me to “Start fucking yourself silly on my pole.” I then began to rock back and forth and slide up and down on his dick. While I was fucking myself on his dick I swear I thought I heard someone else in the apartment. It wasn't until I felt a hand on my back that I knew for sure that we were not alone. I looked over my shoulder to see Rick naked, climbing on the bed, his hard cock pointing towards my already invaded hole. Then it hit me: the two guys fucking on the camping trip were Steve and Rick. I had been set up! Rick looked me in the eye and said “You're a fucking slut dude!” With that he buried his pole in my ass right next to Steve's. I was surprised that it slid in so easily. Rick and Steve began to bump and buck against me as they pumped their cocks into me. From behind I could hear Rick breathing heavily as he slammed harder and harder into me. Steve just held still as Rick reached the point where he shot his seed deep in my hole. I was moaning and now begging to be fucked, saying to the studs fucking me “I can't understand why I become so horny from smoking weed.” Steve and Rick smirked and laughed and Steve said “The weed we smoked was laced with Tina.” I was shocked, yet turned on even more. I continued to beg for them to pound my hole. They wasted no time each depositing another load in my hungry and well-used ass. As they pulled out of me I commented “I feel very empty I need to be fucked more.” They both said “We'd love to keep filling you with our dirty seed.” First Rick would fuck me and cum in my ass then Steve took his place and again filled me up. I took at least 5 loads from each guy. When they finished filling my ass we lit another joint as they looked down at me, and said, “Hope you like out little gift?” “You mean showing me how great it is to get fucked?” “No, our gift is the poz cum we filled you with.” I was right that they were the two who fucked on the camping trip, what I didn't know was that Steve got Rick stoned and high on Tina laced joints and fucked him full of poz cum. Now I was Rick's addition to their group. As I toked on the joint I didn't care what they did to me, all I wanted was more cocks and cum in my ass!

A young guy who looked familiar showed up on my Facebook feed in "People You May Know." I scrolled through the Facebook entry for a while and finally figured out I had messed around with him a few years ago. The first time we met was when he replied to my posting on Craigslist. We agreed to meet in the secluded, locking, basement restroom of the university science building. The guy was hot, maybe 22 or 23 years old, 5' 8", dark brown hair, and a thick muscular build. I also remember his legs were muscular and very firm. After we entered the restroom, he locked the door, immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, and sucked my painfully erect seven inch cock, taking the entire length until I could feel the stubble of his light beard rub against my balls. As he continued to deep throat my cock, pushing me ever closer to on edge, he lowered his pants and stroked his cock. The girth of his seven inches was impressive. After a couple minutes he abruptly stopped sucking, stood-up and with no further segue, forcibly shoved his tongue in my mouth. Talk about a passionate random hookup. Then he again abruptly stopped, grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and positioned me bent over the toilet. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, followed by his tongue, which, without any subtlety, wormed its way into my hole, rimming me vigorously. He also slid two fingers in my hole so his tongue could get even deeper into my hole. As his tongue flittered deep in my hole, he reached between my legs and stroked my cock, which, by this point, was heavily drooling pre-cum. I found myself involuntarily (and loudly) moaning, even as I struggled not to cum. After a good ten minutes of intense rimming, he stopped, retrieved a bottle of poppers from his pocket, saying "Take a couple of deep hits." As I complied, he spit-lubed his cock, also spreading spit onto my hole. My head was spinning from the poppers as I felt his cock head rub against my hole. "Take another hit of poppers," he insisted. Again I complied, and just as I finished screwing on the lid, he pushed the full length of his cock in my ass, and, without pause, began churning his dick in my ass. I could actually feel his balls hit my cheeks. The initial pain was intense but quickly turned to pleasure. He suddenly pulled all the way out, dropped to his knees, and rimmed me again, and again, after a minute or so, he stood and again shoved his cock into my hole. Then he began hard-fucking me. Five minutes of ferocious ramming ensued, followed by a lengthy pause when he held still, his cock lodged deep in my ass. I could tell his cock was throbbing, but I wasn't quite sure, and asked "Did you cum?" "Not yet," he replied, as he again handed me the poppers, again recommending "You'd better take some more hits and get ready for a real pounding." I took very deep hits, and no sooner had finished when, true to his word, he slammed all the way in, furiously pounding me for a good ten minutes. He was so forceful it was hard to remain standing. Then he slowed his pace a bit as I heard the bottle of poppers open, and he took a long deep hit, after which he thrust his cock into my hole hard, three or four times, before announcing, "Yes, yes, I'm going breed you!" I could feel his cock pulse in my hole. As he slowly pulled out, he told me to tighten my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out. He lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he bent over and ordered me to rim him. His muscular ass was smooth, and his hole was beautifully perfect--like he had never even been fucked before. He told me to stroke my cock as my tongue explored his ass. After only a couple of minutes of probing his amazing ass, I needed to cum. He sensed I was getting close and dropped to his knees, deep throating my cock. The cum burst out of my cock into his mouth. He swallowed my entire load. I assumed our play date in the basement restroom was over, but he turned me around and shoved his tongue up my hole. It soon became clear he wanted to eat his load out of my hole. He told me to push out the load. As I pushed, I felt the globs of cum run out, and he licked up every drop. This was seriously one of the hottest scenes I ever experienced. I remember standing there in the restroom, startled, breathless, and amazed at what happened. I also remember that after he had felched all his cum out of my hole, he stood-up, and again slid his still hard cock into my ass. I think we both wincing from the lack of lube, so after he took another hit, he pushed the poppers under my nose, and as my hole relaxed, he fucked me again, this time, however, somewhat more slowly, sliding gently all the way out and pushing back in until I could feel his balls smack my ass. After about five minutes, he pushed his cock all the way and held it there, filling my hole with his second load. We both washed up at the sink, and he gave me a kiss before we departed ways. About a week later he emailed me and said we should meet at his apartment. He wanted me to fuck him this time, but he had one request: his front door would be unlocked, I would let myself in, and I would find him in position on his bed, blindfolded. He also asked that I be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't know I had even entered. When I arrived at his place, I removed my shoes and clothing at the foot of the private staircase that gave entrance to his apartment, and then very, very quietly climbed the staircase where I found him completely naked on the bed with his beautiful ass presented for my pleasure. I licked his hole, my tongue exploring his entire butt. He shuddered, clearly not expecting my sudden presence in the room. He took a hit of poppers and his hole immediately relaxed, allowing my tongue deeper entrance. I could taste another load of warm cum, which let me know had been recently fucked. Still his hole was so tight there wasn't any other apparent evidence another cock has just been in his ass, so I asked "How recently were you fucked?" Unprepared for my question, he replied "I took three loads in the past two hours." I positioned my tongue over his hole and told him to push out the loads. On the initial push a huge glob of cum hit my tongue, which I did not hesitate to swallow. Then I felt several more streams of cum on my tongue. I spit that cum on my hand and lubed up my cock. Knowing he was about to get fucked, he took a few hits of poppers. With one push, my entire cock slid up his hole. He let out a loud whimper and begged me to fuck him. I fucked him hard for ten minutes, repeatedly pulling my cock all the way out, pausing, and shoving it back in to the hilt. The final time I pulled out I told him to take a good long hit of poppers. As he did, I shoved two fingers up his tight hole and slid my cock in at the same time. He yelped in pain so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up, slut, and take my cock." I put my hand over his mouth and rammed my cock even harder. Then I pulled my hand away and demanded he beg for my cum. He did as he was told. "Please, please cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." After a few minutes of his begging, I couldn't hold back: that handsome young slut got my load deep in his ass, the fourth load he had taken that day. This scenario was repeated every week for about three months, but then his e-mails abruptly stopped, and he didn't respond to my messages for months. When he finally did respond, it was to explain he had moved to another city for a job and had not had time to hook up with anyone. To this day I can remember his beautiful muscular ass and the awesome taste of the multiple loads of cums I ate from his ass.

A bb orgy w versitile guys like me who do it all! A sea of writhing, moaning naked men sucking, fucking, making out n touching n joining in. Mmmmmmmm

Thanks! So glad you like it. And I knew you'd like that last little throw-away that wasn't a throw-away.

With each chapter I like Darren more and more. Great writing of the story, keeping it fresh, without losing the hot sex and characters you have developed with a passion, sarcasm, and gusto rarely seen. Well done with a great twist!

Rawladz, Welcome to my next post! After my 7 days hiatus away from sex, I really wanted to go out to Steamworks Toronto and fuck younger men. I got there about 9 PM… A few things were happening yesterday. First, about 10 minutes later, a guy I don't really like socially showed up. I didn't think he liked bathhouses. But there he was in all his naked glory. I managed not to connect with him all night. I don't think he even saw me. I get along with most guys, but him I don't… Ever have that? The back darkroom is where I spent most of my time. Guys, you know I love darkrooms. Who doesn't? I started to fuck a younger man's ass which was so welcoming and warm. This one felt really good. Well as I soon I have fucking him, 3 other guys started to take turn fucking the same ass. More guys were coming into the darkroom. A lot of good moaning was happening. Another younger bottom came in to see us fucking this beautiful ass. This guy took a lubed condom package and used to lube in it to prepare his hole. While I was busy fucking the first bottom's ass, he guided my daddy dick into his ass several times. He was generously lubed. I loved fucking his ass but his ass muscles weren't grabbing my hard cock. Ever get guys like this? I don't think I could have chummed in him. It's as if I was opening up his ass by entering it many times but he went out of the darkroom for other raw encounters. Getting back to the first guy. He is 46 and from Kenya, dark-skinned (I have a preference here -- South American, South Asia, Mediteranean) and thin. Wow, did I ever keep fucking him in the darkroom!! So many times my raw dick enjoyed his willing ass. We went to my room and continued kissing, rimming and fucking. We left about 3:30 AM. He walked me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers. I might have a new fuckbud on a regular basis. He covered all my bases -- raw-sexual, emotional, intellectual, etc. Is how fuckbuds develop? Read1

Sorry it took so long...I had trouble figuring out where to go. Enjoy! ____________________________ Chapter 21) “Your parents are so great,” Aaron told me as he finished a slice of pepperoni pizza. We were gathered in the living room around the battered coffee table in front of the worn couch; I was on the floor with Mike to my left and Carlos to my right; Ike, Aaron and Aiden were on the couch. The rest of the frat was scattered around the house, but everyone was chowing down on pizza and salad wherever they were. “Mom is big on making sure everyone is well fed. Just be thankful it’s the end of a holiday weekend,” I said after I’d swallowed a mouthful of Caesar salad. “Why?” Ike asked. “Because I wouldn’t put it past her to have ordered enough steamed tofu and bok choy with brown rice for the house. She’s big on healthy eating, but loosens up a little on holidays.” “This explains the five whole-wheat crust veggie pizzas,” Aiden remarked. “Yep,” I said, packing the single syllable with enough resignation to earn a few snickers. “I’ll have them for lunch and dinner for the next couple days.” “If there’s any left,” Ike said. “I wouldn’t bet on that,” Carlos said. “It’s like a bunch of fucking locusts in there,” he added, nodding at the dining room where the majority of our frat brothers were still congregated. “Carlos, I just remembered, my dad told me you ID’ed the guys on the security disc,” I said. “Oh, yeah,” he answered. I let a minute of silence elapse. “Well?” I prompted. Why did I have the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it? “Don’t worry baby, we got it covered,” Carlos said. Looked like my feeling was more than just an emotional state. “Don’t give me that,” I said. “What?” Carlos said, the picture of wounded innocence. “The ‘don’t bother your pretty little head’ rap,” I snapped. “Darren needs to know,” Ike said emphatically. Carlos sighed heavily. “Was it anyone I might have met?” I asked sarcastically. “Yeah,” Carlos said. “Vest, Aston and Barnes were there along with a couple of their other buddies.” “Who?” “The three assholes who cornered you before Rod was on the job,” Aiden said. “I thought you’d already, uh, talked to them,” I said, employing a euphemism for Mike, Aiden and Carlos telling the three guys he’d named – all members of the football team – to stay the fuck away from me. Or else. “It didn’t take, but we’ll say it again. A little more loudly this time,” Mike said with unmistakable menace. “Loudly?” I echoed. “You don’t want to know, Darren,” Ike said. “This way if word gets back to our lawyer, you won’t know anything.” I decided I’d better resign myself to their doing whatever they were going to do. “Fine. Whatever. I’m going to go unpack,” I said as I got to my feet. “Weren’t you going to do that about an hour ago?” Aaron inquired with an impossibly innocent smile. “Yeah, I was. But I decided I’d rather fuck with Mike,” I said with the sweetest smile I could muster. Silence. “What, no snappy comeback for the truth?” “Why don’t I help you, sweetheart?” Mike said. “I’ll bet that suitcase is still packed tomorrow morning,” Ike said, and everyone laughed. I ignored them. Hours later, Mike and I were in bed, just having finished fucking for the third time that day. We were spooned together; Mike’s left arm was draped over my torso. “You still haven’t unpacked,” Mike said. “I know,” I sighed, and snuggled closer to him. We were quiet for a moment. “The nights were the worst,” I said, twining my fingers with his; he murmured his assent. “I had awful dreams.” “Me, too.” “Really?” I said twisting around to face him. “Yeah. That’s why I was in such a lousy mood when we spoke, I was totally exhausted.” “What did you dream?” I asked him. He stroked my cheek, and said “That you were in trouble but I couldn’t get to you. What about you?” “Mine were all about hostile crowds coming after me, and I had no place to hide.” “So I was right,” he said, holding me close. “I’m sorry…” “Please, don’t apologize again. I said I understood and I do.” We were quiet for a minute. “I really should unpack,” I said, reluctantly disengaging and hauling myself upright, “or I’ll never hear the end of it. And then it’s time for bed.” I busied myself stowing clothing, took my shower caddy with all my toiletries to the bathroom and did my pre-bedtime ablutions, then Mike took his turn. Once we were in bed with the lights out, cuddled together, I finally asked the question that had been nagging me: “How are we going to get through Winter break and intersession?” He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t know, sweetheart,” he answered. “I leave as soon as my finals are over, and then I get back a couple days before classes start. When are you scheduled to go? Maybe we could change our reservations and spend New Year’s…” “Uh, honey, I don’t visit home for Winter break,” Mike interrupted gently. “What?” It was dark, so he couldn’t see my face but I’m sure he heard my confusion loud and clear. “My family doesn’t celebrate Christmas.” I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp at its dimmest setting. “I thought your family was seriously religious. You said born again Christian on both sides, right?” “Yeah, well, we don’t celebrate Christmas because there’s nothing in the Bible that says Jesus was born in December. It’s pretty clear it was originally a pagan holiday that the early Catholic Church took over.” “So what are you doing for the holiday?” I asked. He shrugged. “Same as every year. I’ll stay here, rest, workout, read…” “But you can’t stay in the frat house by yourself this year, it’s not safe. Not to mention it’s terrible that your parents let you spend the holidays alone,” I interrupted. “I’m used to it,” he said dismissively. “My mom and dad go out of their way to act like it’s nothing special, so they don’t want to buy an airline ticket or even let me buy my own.” “Have they always been like this?” I asked, thinking of what it must have been like for him when he was a little boy. It made my heart ache to think of him watching as the rest of the world celebrated; ads for toys and gifts would have been everywhere. “As long as I can remember,” Mike said. I was furious with his family, even though I’d never met them and likely wouldn’t. My family didn’t celebrate Christmas, but it was unthinkable that Mom and Dad would ignore a school holiday and tell me to stay here. And that’s when I made the decision. “Then it’s simple: you’re coming to New York with me,” I stated flatly, rather than extending an invitation. “Issuing an order” would be the most accurate description. “I can’t stand the idea of you here on your own while everyone else is with friends and family.” “But…” Mike began. “Don’t worry, we don’t celebrate Christmas either. You can join us for our traditional Jewish Christmas Eve feast of Chinese food.” He gulped. “I don’t think I can afford a ticket.” “Then I’ll take care of it,” I answered, which meant Mom and Dad would. “I can’t ask your parents to pay for me to travel to New York,” he translated accurately. “You won’t have to ask them, I will. It won’t be a problem.” He opened his mouth, and I said, “Quit arguing with me. You know you’re not going to win.” He pursed his lips and gave me an exasperated look. “Just say, ‘Thanks Darr, honey. It sounds like fun.’” He heaved a sigh. “Okay I give up. Otherwise I’m not going to have a minute’s peace for the rest of the year.” “Substitute ‘my life’ in place of ‘the year’,” I fired back. “Actually, I’ll hound you in death, too.” Mike started laughing. “You would,” he said, then quickly sobered. “Thanks, sweetheart. It does sound like fun,” he said with a reluctant grin. I smiled, hoping it didn’t read as smug in victory. But I couldn’t hide that I was elated we’d be together for the holidays. “Thank you Michaelicious.” ————————— Later that week I got a call from Uncle Jeffy; I was in my room finishing up research for one of my final papers (thank heaven for a good internet connection), but I answered immediately. “Darren, how are you?” he asked. “I’m fine, semester’s winding up. How are you?” We had to go through the banalities of courtesy prior to his delivering whatever news he had. “I’m very good. There’ve been more…developments, I’ll call them, in the case. I hired an investigator to do deep research on the five guys that Carlos identified and came up with some very interesting information.” “Really?” “Yes. It seems that Sergeant Martin Hitt, who was on duty that night, is the maternal uncle of one of the attackers,” I heard papers rustle as he looked for the information “Jim Barnes.” “What?” I said, horrified. “I can’t even trust the cops in this town?” “In addition my investigator was able to trace the movements of our five young men and the police sergeant that night, and she found out that immediately after their attack on the house, they went out drinking with Mr. Zetcher. In interviews the bar keeper and wait staff were able to help construct a fairly persuasive case that Sergeant Hitt and Mr. Zetcher were completely aware of their plans.” “So now what? Are we going to have to hire a private police force?” I demanded. “No, Darren, not at all. I’ll be there to conduct depositions next week. I’ve notified opposing counsel, and have faxed and FEDEXed a letter to the state attorney general with a copy to the state senator and representative demanding a special prosecutor and protection for you from state police, since it looks like the local authorities are part of the problem. I’ve also notified the FBI.” He sounded pleased, very much in control of the situation. “This case is going to blow wide open,” Uncle Jeffy continued, “and I’ve got these bastards by the short hairs. Your mother will be writing a piece for her column and her blog, plus she’s contacted an acquaintance who is a producer of 60 Minutes. The university and the defendants will beg to settle and I will make them pay. But you must be on guard, Darr, and that means being security-conscious. The alarm on the house has to be set every night without fail, and I’ve spoken to Carlos about creating a back-up video system in case someone tries to disable the cameras. The security company has been instructed to alert the state police along with the local police department if there are any other incidents.” “Okay,” I said. “I promise to be extra careful.” “Good, but Rod is going to meet with the entire fraternity to impress on them the importance of saying nothing at all about your schedule or theirs, and especially about Winter break plans. It seems our hooligans had a good idea you’d be alone in the house when they hit, and had figured that out from casual conversations about the Thanksgiving holiday. You’ll have to take some roundabout routes and vary how you get to and from your classes every day so no one can peg you to a routine…” “Isn’t that a little over the top?” I interrupted. “Darren Matthew Leibowitz, do I have to remind you that you were nearly strangled to death only a few months ago? We need to take every precaution as long as you’re still a student at the University. So from now on you’ll have two bodyguards with you whenever you’re out on campus.” I sighed. Wonderful. Maybe they’ll want to fuck me, too? I thought sourly. Moving back to New York looked pretty good right now. But I wouldn’t – couldn't – leave Mike. Oy. ————————— “Okay…are you ready for this?” I called to the assembled members of the frat, and signaled to Carlos to start the track, which started with sirens and a repeated shout of “oh shit.” I rapped, like Fergie, having drafted Aiden and Aaron (impassive in sun glasses) as back up: It’s me Darren The PIMP Aiden, Aaron! (Hey, Darren) (What’s up baby?!?) Come on When I come to the clubs, step aside (Oh, shit) Part the seas, don’t be having me on line (Oh, shit) V.I.P ‘cause you know I gotta shine (Oh, shit) I’m Darren Dare And me love you long time (Oh shit) This was the opening of the Alpha Iota Delta Sigma holiday party the Friday night before finals week. First was a meeting to update everyone on developments in the civil and criminal cases; since everyone was in one place, it was the perfect time to have a party. This time the whole thing had to be completely under wraps, no one but current frat members. If opposing counsel heard anything they’d make the most of it – after leaking it to the media – and use it to bolster the idea that I was an out of control cum slut. Of course that was true, but it was nobody’s business but mine. I’d tried to get someone else interested in doing an ice-breaker, but everyone I asked moaned that finals week was in two days, and who had time to think about putting together anything. I went with Fergie’s London Bridge and changed a few words: for one thing, I was “Darren Dare,” not “Fergie-Ferg.” When we hit “Every time I climb up on a dude/paparazzi put my business in the news” everyone responded with hoots and laughter. For the…choreography was a little too grand, steps was more like it, Aiden Aaron and I did the “London Bridge is falling down” game that kids play, with me skipping between them, stopping when their arms came down on either side of me. There was a buffet of party food, my holiday gift to the frat (chips, salsa, pizza, chicken wings and assorted cookies) that was, unbelievably, being ignored. Everyone was moving to the music; Mike was standing up front. Like the official video, I pushed up against him, grinding my hips into his crotch, licking the front of his shirt, and grazing his lips with mine. Unlike the video, he wasn’t dressed as a sentry to the British royal family and sure didn’t stand there impassively. I faltered on the last verse of the rap, and gave up all together once we started kissing. Fortunately, the playlist that Carlos had assembled segued directly to the original version. The room took on the feel of a sex-fueled rave, a latter-day bacchanal. All around us, guys were stripping off their clothes; Mike and I stripped in record time. His hands were everywhere on my body: long strokes on my torso and down my back, fondling my butt, teasing my ass crack with his fingers. I was panting, rubbing against him, my dick hard and drooling. I pulled his head down and whisper/shouted in his ear “Breed me now.” “Drink this,” he said, handing me a glass of what looked like lemonade, but had a salty taste. Ah – “Communion libation.” I didn’t know what was in it, but I suspected there was a dose of “G” carefully calibrated to make me relax without putting me totally under. He pushed me onto one of the arm chairs, spread with the black silk sheet that I’d been covered with for my initiation, now serving its rightful purpose as a fuck sheet. My ass was towards him; I could feel his lips on the back of my neck and shoulders. Next, I felt him slipping a cum cube inside of me, the cold both a shock and a turn on, and then he was rubbing his engorged shaft against my butthole. “Fuck me,” I shouted, now frustrated. I wanted his dick inside me, massaging the cum out of my prostate and wanted to feel him shooting inside of me, flooding my ass with his hot, toxic load. We hadn’t had sex in a couple days, partly to save up for tonight, partly because we were both overwhelmed with preparing for finals and finishing off classes for the semester. So impatient,” he said into my ear as he pushed his hard dick into my asshole. He entered slowly, agonizingly so. I tried to push back, to hurry him up, but he grabbed my hips and held them in place. “We’re going to take this at my speed for a change,” he said. I groaned in frustration, and started to reach back between us to stroke Mike’s balls, but the position I was in made it hard. Then Carlos joined us, and after scoping out the situation offered, “I’ll hold his hands in place, man. You concentrate on fucking him.” “This isn’t fair,” I said, starting to laugh even though I was frustrated and horny. “You’re such a greedy little pig, you never let any of us fuck you nice and deep and slow,” Mike whispered in my ear. “It’ll make cumming twice as intense.” “If I don’t die of old age first,” I snapped. “Damn it, fuck me harder.” “Not yet, Darr. I want you to feel every inch of my raw dick slip inside of you,” he said pushing forward a fraction more. Mike kissed and licked my ears and the back of my neck as he gradually, torturously entered me. It was…well, awesome, but he was going to drive me crazy. I tried a different tack: begging. “Please, Mike, please,” I pleaded as I tried to twist my hips out of his hard grasp. “I need it.” I kept whining out variations of the same thing, but it didn’t have any effect. After a minute of that, Carlos shut me up with an intense, open-mouthed kiss. Now even more sensation crowded in on me: Carlos’ warm lips and thrusting tongue combined with the slow, steady building of pressure as Mike advanced his dick a nanometer at a time. Finally, after what felt like hours but was only minutes, I felt Mike’s pubic hair press against my butt. He pulled back a bit faster but still too slowly as far as I was concerned, and then gently pressed forward. I moaned into Carlos’ mouth as Mike fell into a measured tempo, fast enough that my prostate was getting a thorough massage, but not hard enough to put me over the edge. It was maddening and incredible. I was experiencing the benefits of going slowly, but my body was crying out for release, my dick twitching. Mike whispered into my ear, “Your ass is so sweet. Love fucking all that poz cum into your butt.” His thrusts sped up a little, but he eased off and started long-dicking me to prolong the exquisite torture he was putting me through, slowing to probe my prostate with his dickhead. After a few minutes of that, he couldn’t hold back and his thrusts started to gain speed and force, and I could feel my own release starting to build. “Harder,” I managed to gasp between kisses with Carlos. “This is what you want, honey, isn’t it?” Mike panted into my ear. “Being fucked good and hard by a man’s cock inside that tight little hole of yours. Push your ass out, open up and take my dick and all my….CUM!” he finished, roaring out the last word as his hips went into over drive. He froze in place, and could feel his cocking flexing inside of me right on top of my prostate. That was it for me, and I joined him in a super-intense orgasm that I could feel from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. It left me gasping and limp; Mike’s arms were wrapped around me and I became aware that he was kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. How long had that had been going on? “My turn,” said Carlos, and he walked around to the other side of the chair and turned me to face him. I was as limp as spaghetti when he wrapped the sheet around me, lifted me and carried me to the sofa. Carlos set me down between Ike’s legs, who arranged the sheet underneath my hips, then wrapped his muscular arms around me to hold me in place. Carlos took my legs over his shoulders and began to enter me, pushing in slowly and steadily. It was a continuation of the erotic torture that Mike had begun: every nerve ending felt super-sensitive in the wake of the release I’d just experienced, and Carlos’ dick was stretching me to the max. But I was completely limp as Carlos began thrusting in and out. “Oh, man, Mike got you all ready for me. Your ass is so slick I don’t need lube, and you’re so relaxed my dick slipped inside really easy.” “Maybe easy on your end,” I murmured. “I swear I can feel your cock in the back of my throat.” “That’s how it’s supposed to feel, buen chico, when I put my big, fat pinga up inside you…you like that, baby?” I moaned inarticulately in response. “We’re all gonna fuck you” Ike said, “end the semester the way we started it – with a gang-bang of your hot hole. Only this time everyone will dick you – 21 charged loads, plus the cum cube.” It was then I noticed that everyone was standing in a circle around the sofa, all naked, sporting dicks of varying levels of size and arousal. I felt a flash of lust at the thought that all of them were just waiting to fuck me, one after the other. My breathing quickened, and my not-so-inner cum slut was ready and raring to go. “I want it,” I groaned. “Every last drop from all of you.” Carlos began to fuck me harder, as if the idea of the gang bang was too exciting for him to hold back. Then he groaned and held himself in place, buried in me. “Did you come?” I asked. “Almost,” he panted. “Hard to resist…but this is good for you baby. You think too much about the destination…you gotta learn to enjoy the trip.” “Couldn’t we do that on the way to the Italian restaurant instead?” I said plaintively, making everyone in hearing distance laugh, then spread it on to those who missed it creating successive waves of laughter. “Just lie back, let me take care of you,” Carlos leaned forward and whispered, kissing me and brushing my hair back where it had fallen over my eyes. Then he sat up and began the slow, torturous build again, only to stop short once more…and again. Each time I leaked more precum, and was all but desperate for release when finally Carlos began really banging hard against me. I could feel he’d reached the point of no stopping, no return. “Here it comes, baby, a big load of toxic Latin leche, gonna knock you up good,” he said as he ruthlessly hammered my butt. Ike was kissing my neck and playing with my nipples as Carlos went into overdrive, fucking another load out of me that spattered over my chest. “Muchos caliente, baby,” he moaned while he kept pumping in and out to prolong the orgasm, finally covering my mouth with his before pulling out. “I’m next,” said Ike. “The bitch is in heat, no one needs to hold him in place,” he announced as he spread me and pushed himself inside. Next, he pulled my legs over his shoulders so he was totally buried in my ass and slowly moved in and out. “Take that big, black raw cock in your white butt. You like having a big black stallion fill you with charged cum?” “Yes,” I panted. “Do it, fuck me.” “Like this?” Ike said, and started long-dicking me, ramming against me as hard as he could. It hurt a little, but was a huge turn on: a big, muscular black guy taking control, using my ass however he wanted. “Breed me, fill me up now!” “Man, haven’t you learned the benefits of going slow yet?” he asked as he changed over to soft, slow strokes. My back arched; I swore I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head; perspiration beaded all over my body. I couldn’t move even though I badly want to. I had no will, no choice but to go at the pace whoever was fucking me set. It was wonderful. And terrible. The rest of the night seemed to melt away as the drink Mike had given me did its work. I was aware of every touch and caress, but the guys kind of melted one into another, as did my orgasms. The one standout was the acolyte who was nominally with McCloskey. He was a smooth, petite little Puerto Rican boy, Noel who I’d fucked once. The surprise was that for all his diminutive stature he not only had a luscious ass but was hung. Huge. “I never fucked anybody before this,” he said apologetically as he carefully slid inside me. I sighed as I felt his cock head opening me up. “You’re doing fine,” I murmured hoarsely. “Just think of everything you like a top to do when he fucks you…” I trailed off. With that advice, Noel pulled my legs over his shoulders and sheathed himself completely inside my ass. “Take it, cunt,” he snarled. “Take that Rican dick.” Ah…Noel liked to be called names and given orders I thought dreamily. “It’s all yours,” I breathed. “Take it, use me…I love getting fucked.” I was able to get my arm under and between us to stroke his balls and ass. Due to his inexperience, he couldn’t hold back, and in short order he was pounding against me, gave a sharp cry in Spanish as he released his load inside of me. Everyone in the room literally cheered as they watched him shoot his first load inside an ass; he was breathing as heavily as if he’d just finished a decathlon. “That was really hot,” he said. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” “How about right now, since you came so quickly?” I said, and squeezed his half-hard dick with my sphincter. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Noel said. “Keep doing that and I’ll come again in about 30 seconds.” I massaged his dick with my ass, and – the miracle of youthful sex drive – he was fucking me again and shot another load inside me. “Okay, move your sweet ass,” Ruhiu said. “My turn.” By the time everyone had finished fucking me it was closing in on midnight, and everyone descended on the buffet. “Can I get something to eat?” I asked Mike sleepily. “I've got plenty of dick,” he teased. “Seriously – I’m hungry after all that,” I complained. “I got you a plate,” Aiden said, handing me a dish piled with chips and salsa, a slice of pizza, chicken wings and a couple of chocolate chip cookies, along with a large glass of sparkling water with ice. “Sorry, no wine for you – not safe after that dose of G,” said Aiden, proving my suspicions to be correct. “It’s perfect,” I said as I gulped half of it down and then went to work on the food. Mike got his own plate and sat next to me; we took turns feeding each other. “Another great party. You’re the perfect Social Director,” Mike said. “Speaking of which,” I said as I attempted to stand, “I’d better organize the clean-up.” “No, no, sweetheart. Aaron is coordinating that. You’ve done enough for one night.” I settled against him and closed my eyes, relieved that I didn’t have to try to move or even think. “Time for bed, honey,” Mike said. “I don’t think I can manage the stairs,” I murmured sleepily. “No worries,” he said. Setting our plates aside, he lifted me and carried me upstairs to our room. I insisted on flossing and brushing after the late-night snack, and then was ready to go to bed; we got in and snuggled together. “It was really hot watching you get banged by all those guys,” he whispered. I could feel his dick hardening against me. “Pervert,” I said teasingly. “100%...you bring it out,” he said, and kissed my lips, then my chin, my neck, my shoulders. Even though I was half asleep, I felt my own desire began to build and grow. I rolled over on my back and Mike parted my legs with his knee in one smooth motion. Then he was lifting my hips, my right leg around his waist, my left leg over his shoulder. That made it easy for me to reach around and caress his sensitive ball sack as he pushed inside me and began to pump in and out of my ass again. “Not too fast,” I said in a low seductive voice. “You’ve won me over…” He smiled down and proceeded to give me the ride of my life up to that point. After about the fifth or sixth guy – I’d lost count – I stopped cumming, exhausted but happy. But Mike knew just the right angle, the right pressure, the right speed to not only get me excited but to bring me off every time. What else were boyfriends for? Besides, I’d kept one little thing a secret from everyone that had made me extra horny for their spunk. I’d come to a decision on my own: I hadn’t taken a dose of Truvada in a week. So this time the breeding would take.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Went to 321 Slammers Friday night. Was in bottom mood. Took several loads in the gloryhole booths, probably 6 or 7. My head hurts today from it getting banged up against the wall as I was bent over taking cock after cock in the booth like a good cumdump should do. Plan on going again after Super Bowl on Sunday... hint hint

I will tell more stories about her, both from our shared past, and as she and I move forward. I am changing dates and some other extraneous details to keep any readers from doxxing us, but the meat of the stories will be 100% truth. if you have any particular kinks feel free to share them. After decades of kinky swinging I have tried a lot of things.Or maybe I will try them with her and report back...

Warning: no sex involved in this story, but too hot not to share. I went in for my regular checkup at my local clinic which has several programs that cater to low income poz guys. As I hit the button to summon the elevator, a black man in his 70s came up behind, immediately looked me up and down, and began chatting, asking "Mmm... you work here?" "No, here for an appointment," I replied, looking him directly in the eye. He seemed nice, and no sooner than we locked eyes, he reached down to his crotch and gave himself a few strokes, responding "Me too, me too. I come here about once a year." I looked straight at his crotch, and that got him more excited and he overtly outlined his dick in his pants right there in the hallway asking "You off today?" "Yes," I replied. A smile crossed his face as he grabbed again at his dick. At this point the elevator arrived and the doors opened. We both stepped into the car, I hit my floor, and asked him for his floor number. He was about to move close to me, but just as he did so, another guy entered the car. Naturally I was flustered and assumed that would be the end of his advancements, but he kept talking and mumbling about what he had planned for the day. Of course I'm not sure what would have happened if the second man hadn't joined us on the elevator. Actually, I'm pretty sure I know what he would have done! I was the first to arrive at his desired floor, but I got the sense the black guy watched me walk down the hallway. My appointment was done quick so I'm sure I got done before he did, so I waited in the lobby as long as I could, but to my dismay he didn't show-up before I had to leave.

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Dark is where my mind likes to go. On the way to the car i can tell you are struggling. And telling me you would give me anything if i would let you go. So when we get to the black Durango i tell you "Take off your clothes. I want to keep your ruined clothes as a memento of tonight." You are even more nervous as we are standing in a public parking lot. Your ass has been exposed the whole time but the rest of u has at least been covered. Thinking this is the agreement you giving me the clothes and u get to go free you start to to take them off slowly and mildly ashamed. Your shirt comes off easily and i groan knowing i will be getting those nips pierced and worn out hard. I then slap you across the face for taking so long. You tear up for a minute and then go to start again. You look down at your pants and are concerned because of the leash that is attached to the butt plug in your ass and my hand. Your are scared and you start to ask how you are supposed to do this but just get punched in the gut. Get naked now boy. This sets you off and u decide you are going to fight me but one good tug on your plug and you are screaming and begging. I repeat get naked. You then decide to try. You slide your jeans down over the leash and try your best to keep it from pulling. I am giving you no slack. Finally you realize you have to hurt yourself to get them off and u try to be quick about it in the end. The pull and pain in your ass is immense. Finally free of the jeans the underwear you decide to rip the rest of the way off and take the elastic off over your head. And now there you stand. Naked, impaled, leashed, crying. and wishing you were anywhere but here. But for some unknown reason u are leaking precum. not really hard but u are leaking. "Pick up your clothes and hand them to me" Before you think about it you respond "Yes, Master" "Good i'm glad you've decided that is what i am" "Fuck, no. I mean you have to let me go" "I have to fucking own and breed you is what i have to do" "But I have so much i want to do" "U need to be bred and owned. Now shut up" Once again i slap you. Then to cause u more pain i pinch the hell out of one of your nips. "Now open the bag in the back seat and put those on." Hoping for clothes to cover your naked body you look in the bag and only find leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a blindfold. You turn to complain and as you do you see me throw your clothes in the trashcan in front of my car. Hoping i had released the leash you look and as you do i pull on it hard to remind you that it is still attached. "Get dressed bitch. I can't properly restrain you if you don't get dressed." Crying you put on your ankle restraints and wincing in pain every time you bend over. Then looking at the wrist cuffs u look at me. "Fine bitch i will put them on for you, but it will cost you. Sit on the pavement and put your hands over your head." Doing so isn't easy and having to sit down on that plug is torture. You seem to be struggling so i push you over and down. You scream. "Hands up" Once you comply i step forward in front of you to put your cuffs on. Doing so i put my shoe just barely on your nut sack. Knowing i am pinching it. Also u can smell the cum and blood on my running shorts. You groaning and whining into my balls just makes me hard. "Fuck man, now i have to get off again. This is just going to make your piercing fuck later take that much longer." I pull you by the plug in your ass and then to the back of the truck. You are stumbling, sore, and in too much pain to protest much. As i open the back hatch of the SUV u see what is a well used sling hanging from two slider bars on the ceiling of the truck. Obviously the back row of the truck is missing. I slide it out and lower it down so I can throw you back into it. "I don't wanna fuck u here in this lot. I don't care if you get busted for public exposure, but i have a job to think about" Locked into place with the cuffs and key locks i hoist you back into the truck and close the hatch. I then leave you there to think as you hear the doors lock.

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.

Matt of course had no problem with this, and simply laid back to enjoy Kyle's actions. Every so often, Matt would reach over to the pipe and have them both take more hits. Kyle was getting to be quite high after a while of being with Matt. They were both enjoying each other's bodies. Kissing, rubbing, and working each others cocks. To Kyle's surprise, Matt enjoying when he would rub his cock on and tease Matt's hole with it. Kyle was getting more and more turned on, so he decided to go for the plunge to Matt's warm and tight hole. Matt, swiftly and gracefully pulled his arse away and rolled over to lay on his back. Sensually he reminded him that he was a top only, and just enjoyed have his ass played with around and not in his hole. Kyle politely apologized with a kiss to Matt's lips. Matt saw this as a good time to take control of the rendezvous. He lit up and rolled the bowl for several more hits (more for Kyle, than himself) and even had to reload the pipe, as they had smoke a good deal by now. Matt was an expert tease. He touched Kyle, and did things to him that made him moan and squirm all over the bed. Once Matt had him good and worked up, he turned over and started jacking off to the porn. Kyle was hot, he was so horny now; more horny than he had ever been before in his life. The combination of the Tina running through his system, and the amazing sexy guy who he had wanted forever had him willing to do anything to start getting Matt to work him over again. From earlier in their day, he had learned that Matt liked being rimmed exceptionally more than anything else Kyle had done to him, so that's what he did. He went to town on Matt's round juicy ass. Matt could not control himself. He was moaning and writhing in pleasure for as long as he could take it. When he couldn't stand it any more, he pulled himself away from the tongue that was giving him so much pleasure and reached for the pipe; this time not for himself, but for Kyle. He told him to take a few hits, on his own this time while dismounting from the bed. He had Kyle get off the bed so he could lean him over the edge and stick out his ass, so he could begin to rim him. The sensation of taking a hit, while having his ass expertly licked was overwhelming and he didn't even notice when the tongue was replaced by a slick wet throbbingly hard dick. Three solo hits later, he realized that Matt was rubbing his cock up and down his ass, stopping each way at his hole and teasing it with his girthy head. Kyle even in his elevated state and knowing that he wanted to take this magnum sized cock began to wonder if he would be able to take it, so he with difficulty to keep his train of thought while he was being pleasured so greatly asked for more time to open up for Matt's amazing member. Matt was to turned on to hear or understand this request, and continued with his rubbing and teasing, each time going in just a little bit further into Kyle's pink hole. Just a few minutes later, he slowly was sliding his entire cock into the new to PNP luscious hole. Kyle immediately felt a wave of pleasure surge though his body, a wave that lingered and echoed throughout his body. Once the surges of pleasure begin to dissipate a bit, he began to feel Matt's thick and perfect cock sliding easily in and out of his hole. He was in complete ecstasy and briefly wondered why he ever wanted to delay feeling that wonderful cock fulling up his ass. Clearly Matt was enjoying himself because this went on for what seemed like half an hour to them. Once the standing began to take it's toll on them both, they moved back onto the bed. This was not any where near the end of things though, they would do much more as the day went on. Want to hear more? I have alot more story to write, if readers want to read it.

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.

Next chapter...enjoy. ________________________________ Chapter 16) A Friday late afternoon, weeks later, I sat in the window seat of Mike’s and my room, staring out at the blazing fall foliage in the autumnal light, watching the first few leaves begin to drift off the trees. It would be winter soon…and I felt bored, restless. Aimless, like I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d read ahead in my anthropology text and Western civilization text, and I didn’t feel like reading more, not even a mystery novel or a fashion website. My midterm papers were already written, and I was all caught up on my English assignments and trigonometry class. With Carlos’ help, math made sense for the first time in my life. I was even considering taking calculus to fill out my math/science requirements, something that would have been unthinkable in high school. I’d gotten As and Bs, but a lot of it was just rote memorization. Now I felt as if I had an actual grasp on what I was learning, that some new synapses had grown. Maybe it was the result of getting fucked on a regular basis? I was listening to some of my favorite music, Beethoven, Haydn and Chopin, which perversely made me feel…what was the word? Sad? Not quite…melancholy, that was it. I knew music could affect my emotions, told myself to switch over to some Top 40 or the obscure European dance music I liked, but I didn’t feel in the mood for that either. I could feel the slight chill through the window – the house was drafty – so I’d borrowed one of Mike’s hoodies to wear, doubly comforting because it smelled like him. I leaned back closed my eyes, inhaled Mike’s scent and hummed along with the recording playing over my earbuds. A soft kiss on my cheek startled me, and my eyes popped open to see Mike grinning at me. I pulled out my earbuds. “Hey, Michaelicious,” I said. “Hey back, honey. Scoot over.” When I sat up and started to move to my right, he said, “No, stay in the same position, just move forward so that I can slip in,” I did as he asked, and then he was pulling me back against him. One of his legs stayed braced on the floor – there wasn’t really enough room, it was a tight fit. But nice to have Mike wrapped around me, better than just a hoodie. I kissed and nuzzled his right hand before settling my head comfortably on his chest. “You okay?” he asked. “Sure, I’m fine. Why?” “You look a little down, and I’ve seen you sitting like this a lot lately.” “I’ve always wanted a window seat.” “Uh-huh,” he said with affectionate skepticism. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” I made a face. “I don’t what to do with myself.” Mike pulled me back against him, “I can think of a few things…” “No, not that. Even though I love being with you. I mean what am I going to do with my life?” “Finish school, get a job like the rest of us?” Mike offered. “Get a job doing what? I haven’t declared a major. I like my classes well enough, but nothing jumps out at me as a career.” “I thought you’d be a lawyer or a journalist. You’ve got a great way with words, and win almost every argument. I should know,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “Ugh, anything but either of those. If I go into law or become any kind of writer I’ll always be either ‘Ken Leibowitz’ boy’ or ‘Mimi Sachs’ son.’ Everything I do will be compared to them.” He held me for a few minutes, stroking my arms. “Well, you still have time to figure things out. You’re only 18.” I sighed, dissatisfied. “We need to cheer you up. Why don’t I get the guys together, and we’ll…” I interrupted, “Could we just have a date night? The two of us? I’ve hardly dated, I’d like to try it.” “Sure. Why didn’t you say anything before?” I shrugged. “Didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” “They won’t be hurt. The others have one-on-one dates, why not us? What do you want to do?” “Nothing fancy. Pizza and a movie? Maybe ice cream afterwards…and then of course come back here and…you know.” “Sounds like a plan.” Mike worked hard to be amusing and funny, and that underlined the problem. The pizza was pretty good, we had my obligatory movie snack of M&Ms during the film and I got a triple scoop of ice cream (chocolate, coffee and vanilla with chocolate sauce). And I enjoyed being alone with him someplace other than in bed. The movie was engrossing, making me forget for a little while how…oh, all right, how depressed I felt. Maybe it was the aftershocks of everything else that had happened? The court case was currently stalled as both sides filed motions and counter-motions, argued about venue for the trial and various other issues. Mike had borrowed Ike’s car, and as we drove back after finishing up the ice cream, he said, “Feeling any better, honey?” “Yeah, thanks.” I paused a minute. “When we were in the middle of everything at the beginning of the semester, I had a purpose. I was going to take down Daddy Scorpio and his friends so that we could figure out how we wanted to be with each other and just what Alpha Iota Delta Sigma should be. By the way, I still think we should change that fucking name. I mean A.I.D.S – hello? Anyway, I didn’t have much time to think about anything else.” “What do you mean?” Mike asked. “I hadn’t planned on coming here, I hadn’t even applied. When I didn’t get into Yale, out of nowhere Mom and Dad said that they didn’t want me to stay in New York, then Dad gave me his speech about his needing to show confidence in this place. That eliminated the schools in New York where I’d been accepted. Dad used his connections here to get me in at the last minute, technically after the deadline. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me after I got here.” Mike smiled broadly. “Of course it was.” I rolled my eyes. “Not that you’re biased or anything. Now it’s just the grind of school work,” I continued “which is going fine. But that doesn’t feel like enough. In New York I had all kinds of extracurricular activities, all in the name of getting in some fancy college and then that didn’t happen. It’s weird to have too much time on my hands – that’s not the problem most freshmen have.” “Darr, you’ve been through a ton of shit, it won’t kill you to relax. There are worse things than not having enough to do. Or than not being totally over-scheduled is what it sounds like to me.” “I suppose so,” I sighed not really convinced. That had been the norm among my Manhattanite peers. We were all hyper-competitive, compulsive over-achievers. “You’ve already decided what you’re doing, right?” Mike thought a minute. “It’s totally bizarre that we’ve spent so much time together and never asked each other ‘what’s your major’? I planned on doing pre-med, but after getting HIV didn’t think it was a good idea.” “Why not?” “For one thing, how many people want to risk contracting an infection if I fuck up and somehow prick myself with a needle and infect them? For another, it didn’t seem like a good idea to be in medical settings where I could catch all kinds of stuff since I’m immune-compromised. And then I realized that the majority of body fluids make me nauseated.” “That last one would pretty much rule out anything but psychiatry, I suppose. So what are you thinking of doing now?” “I like science, was thinking about pharmaceutical research developing drugs. But I also took the LSATs last spring and did really well. After watching your uncle…” “We’re not really related,” I interjected. Mike sighed. “Fine, whatever. Watching him made me think that I’d like to do something with law. Maybe international law or working with victims of trafficking or abuse.” I felt a twisting in my gut. “Where are you going to apply?” “For sure the law school here, but my scores and grades are good enough, I might try University of Pennsylvania or Columbia University, maybe even Yale.” I wanted him to do well, but I didn’t want to be separated. If he went to Columbia I could visit him during school holidays, except that he’d probably be away visiting his family. U Penn? If Yale wouldn’t have me, I doubt U Penn would either. And Yale? Fuggedaboutit. They’d made it clear, ivy-league material I’m not. Mike parked Ike’s car, we got out and started up the steps. Just before we went in the door, he took me in his arms and said “I hope you kiss on the first date.” That made me laugh, and I said with mock-seriousness, “I don’t want you think I’m easy.” He pressed his mouth against mine, and we shared our first official post-date kiss. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “See, I knew you’d think I was easy.” “You’re not easy,” Mike said as we walked in. “Oh?” He grabbed me, pushed me up against the door, and gave me a kiss that left me gasping. “You’re the cutest guy I’ve ever met.” What could I do but smile at him? “And I’m totally irresistible,” he finished. “Not that you’re biased or anything,” I said yet again. Mike gave me a grin that could only be described as devilish, and hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Hey!” I exclaimed laughing. “This is what I wanted to do when you first walked in to the house,” he said as he went up the stairs. “Really, it’s what I wanted to do when we first talked at orientation.” I was giggling. “So it would have been, ‘Hi, nice to meet you, let’s fuck?’” “Just about,” Mike said, and smacked my butt. He carried me into our bedroom, set me down, and lit a few candles. Then he took a bottle of white wine out of the mini-fridge I’d brought with me, produced a couple of wine glasses, uncorked the bottle, and poured us each a glass full. He handed me mine, and we clinked glasses. “To the most beautiful guy I’ve ever met,” he said. “To my irresistible boyfriend,” I answered, and we sipped wine together. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” Mike said, taking the glass of wine from me and setting it alongside his on the night stand. Then he started unbuttoning my shirt; once he had it open all the way, he slid his hands inside and caressed my torso, pulling me close for a wet, open-mouthed kiss, trailing kisses over my jaw and to my real erogenous zone: my neck. He slowly stripped the shirt off of me, then pushed me back on the bed to pull my shoes off, followed by my jeans and underwear. He shrugged out of his flannel shirt and toed off his running shoes, but when he started to unbuckle his belt, I said “Let me. Please?” He grinned. “Whatever you want, honey.” I sat at the edge of the bed, and pressed my face against his hardening dick, gently biting, then sniffing, kissing and licking. Mike groaned gutturally, and pulled my head more securely against him. Then he released my head and slowly turned around, pushing his ass in my face. “Worship it, Darr, worship my ass.” I was more than happy to; after having done it with Carlos, I’d fantasized about doing it with Mike. I’d worried he’d think it was too weird, but apparently that wasn’t the case. I pressed my face against the soft, worn denim that covered his butt and inhaled loudly. “That’s it sweetheart, inhale…deep,” Mike demanded. His musky scent filled my nostrils, and excited me even more than I already was. My dick was rock-hard. “Do you like it?” he asked. I moaned in response. “Now kiss it…let me hear you,” he ordered. After a minute of that, he turned around and rubbed his bulge against my face. “See what you’ve done to me? Kiss my cock, now my balls.” I did as ordered. Mike unzipped his jeans; it turned out he’d gone commando. His huge, hard cock sprang out as soon as he’d opened his zipper. I kissed and licked the shaft and his balls, pushing his jeans down, so he could step out of them. I kept going, running my lips and tongue over his crotch, behind his balls, and then buried my face in his butt, sniffing, kissing, licking. Mike reached around and pulled my head against his butt and moved his hips as if he were already thrusting inside of me. Then he was turning around, pulling me to my feet and then we were falling onto the bed with him on top, our mouths fused. He was impatiently pushing my legs apart, pulling my right leg over his shoulder while I wrapped the left one around his waist. He grabbed the ever-present jar of Vaseline, lubed himself and me and pushed inside my welcoming asshole. He pulled back slowly and then thrust with exquisite deliberation, angling his dick so that he was massaging my prostate. I groaned into his mouth, and he answered with a groan of his own. I joined in his rhythm, pushing up towards him as he thrust in, pulling back a little as he pulled out. He smelled of the sandalwood soap and shampoo he used. I could feel the delicate rasp of his whiskers against my face, neck and chest as he kissed and licked my shoulders. I kissed and licked his biceps, let my hands stray over his back and butt to feel the muscles working. We tasted and touched and kissed and caressed, stoking the heat that grew between us. “I want to make every time as good for you as it for me,” he whispered breathlessly, “but I don’t think anything could feel as good as your ass does around my cock.” I smiled and covered his face and neck with kisses. “Harder,” I murmured. He began to thrust more strongly, and then hit the most sensitive spots on my neck, right next to my Adam’s apple. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, “it’s probably all wrong, but one of the things that turns me on the most is that I’m fucking you raw and you’re negative and I’m positive…it’s like taking your virginity whenever we fuck.” The poz talk unleashed my not-so-inner cumslut. “Fill me, breed me, don’t stop,” I demanded. “I need your charged cum inside of me.” He was driving his cock into me, impaling me with his huge, hard, veiny dick, and began to grunt with each thrust. I felt the buzz of my climax start, but couldn’t locate the exact place: was it my ass or my dick? Then he rammed into me three times hard, his dick spasmed inside of me and I knew he was coating my insides with his dirty cum as I shot my own load, hitting myself in the face as always. He pulled back and licked the cum off my face. “You taste so sweet. That’s why I call you ‘honey’,” he said. I chuckled, hugging him closer. “And you’re my Michaelicious.” We were both still panting, the aftershocks of orgasm echoing through us as we relaxed. Mike slipped carefully out of my butt, reached for the wine and grabbed a bag of chocolates from the nightstand drawer: dark chocolate with raspberry, my favorite. Unwrapping one and feeding it to me, Mike then took one for himself. Sipping wine and eating chocolate: the ultimate in sybaritic indulgence. “This is what I wish our first time together had been,” he said, “you, me, candles and romance.” We kissed again; I could taste chocolate mixed with wine and Mike. The discontent I’d felt earlier hadn’t quite gone, but it was pushed to the background. What did it matter, really? I had Mike, and right now that was enough.

New chapter...a mix of hot and sweet. Enjoy! Chapter 15) “Hey, sleeping beauty,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear. “Are we keeping you awake?” “Huh?” I said coming out of my light doze, stretching and yawning. I was still straddling Aaron who was blinking sleepily himself, so I wasn’t the only one who nodded off. There were hands on my torso, first stroking and rubbing the skin gently, then teasing my nipples; a pair of lips were delicately kissing my neck. I shivered, moaned with delight and said. “You are now, Ike.” “Busted,” he said, and pulled me to stand upright so he could press his hard dick against me. I turned to face him and our lips met; his hands went to my ass, squeezing and kneading the muscles gently. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he began. “Is this really the time for formal introductions?” I asked. Ike grinned. “You’ll want to meet this guy. And he wants to meet you, both with an ‘e’ and an ‘a’.” I rolled my eyes at this corny joke, but was willing to ignore it when another guy stepped up next to him and joined Ike in exploring my ass. He was big, as in tall, as in I wasn’t sure if I was even as tall as one of his legs. Leanly muscled, with nicely developed biceps and pecs, plus a killer set of abs. When I got a good look at his face (angular, with great cheekbones and a soul patch) he looked faintly familiar. “This is my man Jamal,” Ike said. “He was a member of the frat…” That was the moment the fog cleared. “Wait a minute – aren’t you a pro basketball player? And didn’t you get a Leibowitz scholarship?” Both of them looked surprised, which confirmed to me I was right. “Wow, what a memory,” said Jamal, not seeming entirely comfortable. “It can be our little secret I said,” smiling. “Ask anyone here, I know when to keep my mouth shut. And when to open it…” Jamal bent over – nearly in half it seemed – to land an open-mouthed kiss, so my flirtatious invitation had worked. He broke it off, and I kissed Ike, tongues tangling. Then Jamal was pulling me against him, and pushing me back on to the sofa, which Aaron had vacated. I spotted him with Carlos, standing on line to bang Larry again. Jamal was between my legs and I could feel he had a huge dick. I reached around to stroke him and he groaned, and started to push my thighs against my chest. “Hey, man, don’t just dick him,” Ike said. “You gotta try the full package. He’s got a sweet mouth, sucks and licks dick, balls and ass, and just loves to have a guy sit on his face. If you hold off a little, his butt will open right up, but still squeeze the jizz right out of your balls. Never felt anything quite like it.” Jamal looked at Ike, then looked at me. I nodded, encouraging him; he stood and braced himself on one knee with his dick pointing at my mouth. It was long, uncut and very thick, with a huge head. And about all I could get in my mouth was the head and a little of the shaft. I felt Ike stroking my butt hole, then his mouth replaced his fingers as he used his lips and tongue to open me up for his buddy’s monstrous cock. I started licking at Jamal’s dick, up the front of his shaft, then both sides, using my lips and tongue while he moaned and encouraged me. “That’s it, bitch, lick that big, black dick, get it wet.” I worked down to his balls and Jamal moaned, “Oh, yeah, lick those nuts, get me going so my dick can spit that dirty milk inside your hole.” He turned around and sat on my face, saying “That’s it pussy, enjoy that big, black ass. Get your nose in the crack, sniff out my black butt. Damn, your nose feels really good in there, fits just right. Inhale that funky black man’s hole, deep,” he ordered. His musky odor filled my nostrils and lungs. I licked behind his balls, and he pushed his smooth, muscled ass into my face harder, rocked his hips, then moved his butthole over my mouth. “Eat me. Lick it, eat those chocolate buns. Use your mouth and lips, bitch, get me hot so I can fuck you hard. White boy’s butt needs my big black dick.” He was so into using me that I was getting just as turned on as he was, if not more. Ike had his tongue inside of me, fucking my ass, getting it wet and open. “Oh, man, I’m getting too close,” Jamal said, standing. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his dick onto my chest. “Gotta fuck you now.” Ike moved out of the way, handed a jar of Vaseline to Jamal, who put a little on my ass, then more on his cock as he was pulling my legs over his shoulders. He started to push his cock inside of me, and I gasped and flinched. Even with all the foreplay and previous fucking, this was going to be a major challenge. Jamal’s dick was like a steel girder, big and hard. “C’mon, let me in,” Jamal said. “I want to get you knocked up with my jizz, give you my black HIV babies.” He wouldn’t let up even as I involuntarily pulled back a little, pulled me against him and pushed through all resistance until his dick had breached both sphincters. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Ike, you weren’t shitting me, this is one incredible piece of pussy. I just love to fuck little white boy ass,” he said as he started thrusting in and out. “Ike, make him worship your ass, I want to see him do it while I fuck him.” Ike sat on the arm of the sofa with his back towards Jamal, and positioned his fuzzy butt over my face. His ass hovered over my nose, so I pressed against him and sniffed loudly, then he was moving so that his asshole was pressed against my mouth, and I started to lick and kiss his butt. “That’s it, eat my buddy Ike,” Jamal said, his thrusts picking up speed and force. “I love watching you eat that black man’s ass, get that tongue in there, make him hot so he can fuck you next…oh, yeah, OH, YEAH, I’M SHOOTING INSIDE YOU, TAKE THAT BLACK SPUNK IN YOUR TIGHT, WHITE CUNT!” Jamal was slamming against me; my ass had relaxed, and he was hitting my prostate at just the right angle and I started to cum just as he did. That made Jamal shout, “THAT ASS IS MILKING ME, IT WANTS ALL OF MY SPERM!” He kept himself buried inside of me while the orgasm worked through him, shuddering with pleasure. When he finally was still, he began to pull out. “Ike, you’re up next. And why don’t I go get the other brothers for a little black-on-white gang bang.” Ike got up to position himself, and Jamal leaned over and kissed me again. “You have one hot little hole, I’m going to have to fuck you again before I leave.” As Ike was pushing himself inside me, Ruhiu, the tall, lanky guy who was a runner joined us, then knelt over my face. “Lick me,” he ordered, and I happily complied, tickling and stroking his balls while I licked his ass. I could feel Ike’s excitement; I swore that as soon as Ruhiu sat on my face, Ike’s dick got harder, and he began to thrust with more force in and out of my ass. “How’s his ass feel?” Ruhiu asked. “Unbelievable,” Ike gasped. “He’s got a big load in there from Jamal, and now he’s about to get one…from….ME” he roared as he banged against me harder and faster, then gave three, short, sharp thrusts and froze, groaning with pleasure. I could feel his dick spasm inside of me, then hold still. Ruhiu turned and said, “Lick that dick, then I’m going to dump some real African spunk in your ass.” Ike pulled out, and Ruhiu was taking his place. His dick was long, straight, and cut, not quite as thick as Jamal or Ike, so he slid inside me easily and started fucking me. Howard, who had a pronounced Caribbean accent, knelt so that his cock was at my mouth. He was shorter but very muscular, bulging pecs and biceps, and wore a goatee. He grinned widely as I opened my mouth and took as much of his dick as I could: the perfectly shaped mushroom head and a few inches of the shaft. He fucked my face, and his dick got hard rapidly; I could taste his pre-cum, and then he was pulling out. “I want to cum in your ass, mon,” he said. “Take a taste of my balls,” he ordered and put them against my lips. I licked obediently, and he groaned. “Like my sweaty balls in your face? Sniff them, yeah, that’s it boy, now my ass,” and he turned around and pushed his round, muscular ass cheeks in my face. “You like that, like how my ass smells?” “Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “Then kiss it for me, nice little kisses right in the middle of the hole, show me you love obeying me.” I started peppering the kisses right on the tight knot of his asshole as he asked, then slipped a little tongue between my lips. Carlos loved that, so I figured Howard would too. “Oh, yeah, use the tongue, lick me, taste that asshole. You like dark chocolate ass, I can tell, stick your tongue inside. That’s it, fuck yeah, mon.” Ruhiu was banging harder, I could tell he was about to spurt his load inside of me. “So hot watching you eat that black man’s ass,” Ruhiu said. “Take that dick, bitch, here it comes, my big…AFRICAN LOAAAAD!” he shouted as he rammed against me and froze in place, still moaning. I could hear him sucking in air, and then he pulled out. Howard said, “Roll over, I like to fuck boys lying on their stomach so I can see my dick tear open the asshole.” I did as he asked, and felt the pressure of his big, fat head going inside me, followed by his thick shaft. Then he started pumping, and said “Beautiful to watch my dick opening you up. I can feel all that black cum in your ass, we’re gonna get you knocked up with black HIV babies. You can be my white cum slut, my baby mama…oh….oh yeah….HERE IT CUMS, ANOTHER LOAD OF BLACK SPUNK, FILLING YOU UP. TAKE IT IN YOUR WHITE PUSSY HOLE!” Howard collapsed on top of me; I worked my ass to squeeze him, and he wrapped his arms around me and rammed against me, kissing and licking the back of my neck. He pulled out, then slapped my butt and said, “Love that white boy-cunt.” I sat up and said “Love your big, black dick.” “I’m back,” said Jamal, “for seconds.” I snickered and rolled my eyes. I was on my back, and he pulled my legs over his shoulders, slid his dick in without trouble and started fucking. “It was so hot watching you get nailed by the other three brothers,” he said, his thrusts speeding up. “I can’t hold back…gotta shoot…now! Uh-aah,” he groaned, and then his mouth closed over mine as he emptied himself in me. “Phew,” he said once his heart rate had slowed to normal, and shook his head. He pulled out, then lay on top of me and kissed me some more. “Man, if you were here when I was still in this frat, I would have made you mine.” At my inquiring look he elaborated, “I was prefect my senior year. It was Mike, Carlos and Ike’s first year. I could tell even then that Mike was going to end up top of this heap. He just had that leader vibe thing going on.” We kissed a little more, then he glanced at the time. “Shit, I gotta go to my hotel and get some sleep. Got a long drive tomorrow and a big game on Sunday.” “I’ll root for you,” I said. “Any way you could come back with me for a couple days…?” I looked over and saw Mike in line to bang Larry. Jamal followed my gaze. “It’s like that, huh?” Jamal asked. “All relationships are open…” I began. “But he’s special to you, I can tell. And I bet you’re special to him. Oh, well. Can I come to the next party?” “Sure. I’m the Social Director, just give me your cell phone number and I’ll text you.” “Ike has it, get it from him.” “Sleep tight, I said as he pulled on his clothes. “And drive carefully.” He flashed a grin at me as he left. Aiden sat next to me, put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. “Great party, Mr. Social Director,” he said. “Having fun?” I asked. “Every minute,” he answered as he ran his hand up and down my arm. “Your little gang bang was a high point.” I laughed. “You enjoy watching? I didn’t know that about you.” “Not just anybody – I enjoy watching you,” he said, slipping his arm around my waist to pull me even closer while planting a kiss on my forehead. I turned my head and we were kissing, shifting to face one other. “Warning,” I said. “I’m in full bottom mode tonight.” He grinned. “That works. I’m in the mood to top tonight.” Our lips met again, and the kiss deepened. Jamal was right and wrong. I did feel differently about Mike, and sometimes – all right, a lot – wished that it could be just us. But I felt a strong attachment to my other close friends here, Aiden and Aaron, Ike and Carlos. They’d been the ones to literally feed me and protect me during the first few days when it wasn’t clear what would happen, and then stopped Daddy Scorpio from strangling me. We’d been through something profound together: fighting to emancipate this frat. I leaned back and took Aiden with me; he was on top, and I ran my hands down his back to his body-builder’s butt, angling my hips to rub against his dick. “You have an incredible body,” I murmured. “Right back at you…love your tight little body,” he said. “You’re the right shape, slim waist, nice ass, lean so I can get my dick all the way in.” We kissed more deeply, tongues meeting, twining; he thrust his tongue completely in my mouth, mirroring how his dick would be buried inside me soon. Then he was shifting position, kneeling over my face, pressing his dick against my lips while taking my dick in his mouth. I’d only been in a “69” once before; I’d forgotten what a charge it was to both have a dick in my mouth and be sucked simultaneously. It was as if we were completing a circuit of sexual electricity. After a few minutes of it, Aiden’s mouth was on my balls, licking behind them, and then his tongue was on my ass. He pushed his butt crack against my mouth; I didn’t need any further encouragement and began to rim him. If possible, this was even more of a turn on, my tongue in Aiden’s sweet, clean muscle ass while he was licking and kissing my butt. I was getting so hard it was painful. I stroked Aiden’s dick and balls, and heard and felt his answering groan. He shifted position again so that he was between my legs, taking them over his muscular shoulders and slipping his cock inside me. Eight loads of cum meant I didn’t need any lube at all, and it felt awesome as he started to fuck my ass while he kissed my neck and ears, holding me tightly as I wriggled and squirmed with delight. “Harder,” I panted. “I’m really close. trying to make it last,” he answered. “Are you insane or just a sadist?” I demanded. “Fuck me, we can do it again right away. Or later. It’s not like there’s a limited supply.” Aiden started laughing and said, “You’re nuts…oh, God, the way you wiggle around is making me crazy.” “Let’s up the ante,” I answered, and reached down and stroked his balls, which elicited a gasp. “It gets better,” I whispered while arranging my hand so that my thumb was tickling his nut sack, index finger the region behind his balls (the “taint” as some called it) and my middle finger was stroking his asshole. I’d wanted to try doing that for a while – and the reviews were a rave on my debut. “Oh, yeah, do it, play with my balls…you’re the only one who’s ever touched my ass like that…and I’m cumming!” His thrusts immediately became turbo powered, lancing over my prostate again…and again…and I was shooting with him. I pushed my ass into his crotch more securely while he gasped and snorted. As the aftershocks of the orgasm we’d shared echoed through my nervous system, we both relaxed; I could feel Aiden’s weight as he finished shooting inside of me. “Phew,” Aiden said in my ear. “That was really intense.” “How long has it been since you’ve cum?” I asked. “You’re extra-frisky.” “I saved it up for a couple days,” he murmured, sounding like post-orgasm drowsiness was setting in. “Then you can give me another load,” I said, and reached down, now stroking the sides of his shaft while squeezing and releasing my butt repeatedly. I wanted to see if I could get him fully hard again before he pulled out. “Ahh!’ he exclaimed. “Are you trying to kill me?” “Yes,” I said, playfully seductive, “I’m going to drink you dry.” He tried to pull back, but I’d locked my legs around his waist. We wrestled a bit while I continued to squeeze his dick with my sphincter muscles. We were both laughing, and then he started to tickle me. “No, not fair,” I gasped, as I unsuccessfully tried to stop him, and then gave up. “Okay, you win,” I choked out between giggles. “You don’t have to fuck me again.” He stopped tickling and I realized that he was fully hard again, and starting to pump in and out. “Who says I wanted to win?” He pinned my arms over my head, then his mouth was covering mine, our tongues met and wrestled in imitation of our bodies; he angled his thrusts to press hard on my prostate. I gasped and began to fuck him back with my butt, pushing towards his crotch as he pushed inside me and drawing back as he did, maximizing the sensation for both of us. “I’m gonna…” his groan interrupted his sentence, but from his body language I could fill in the last word, especially since I was cumming myself. He collapsed on top of me; I could feel his heart racing. “That was unbelievable,” he said. “Amen,” I answered. Hours later, about 2:00 AM, the party was pretty much over. Larry had been smuggled out, the former members had left and I’d mobilized the entire frat to help with clean-up. Being the Prefect’s “consort” had its upside. Once that was done, everyone headed off for bed; I noted there’d been some shuffling of partners in keeping with the non-exclusive nature of the relationships between guys in the house. But I was with Mike. We’d yet to spend the night in someone else’s bed since the night after the I’d been raped by the faculty members. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed again; we hung our clothes, put the underwear in our separate laundry bags and then got ready for bed. “Great first party,” Mike said as we slipped under the covers. “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” I answered. “I’m thinking that next time we could just do a movie night, either here or a field trip to an actual movie theater.” “Most of the guys will prefer here,” Mike predicted. “That way they can make out without worrying about who else is in the room.” “Good point, your Prefect-ness.” “Your what?” he said, laughing as we snuggled together, lying on our sides, facing one another. “You’ve got a title, but ‘your highness’ or ‘your majesty’ seem a trace overblown…” “How about…‘boyfriend’?” “Your ‘boyfriend-ness’?” I joked, hiding that I was thrilled and scared at the same time. I guess it was silly, it’s not like we were getting engaged or something. But it was an acknowledgement of the bond between us. “Darren,” he said reproachfully. “Boyfriend,” I said to him, meeting those wonderful, liquid, sherry brown eyes, so distinctive and plain old beautiful. In that, they matched the rest of him, his classic male good looks, and perfect physique – kind of a cross between a body builder and Michelangelo’s David. And he wanted to be with me. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. “Boyfriend,” he whispered, then kissed me. And that’s all it took for me to be on fire for him, wanting him, wanting to make love, even though I’d just spent the evening getting fucked at an orgy I’d organized. “You’re so beautiful,” he said after kissing me thoroughl. “You have the prettiest eyes; I can never make up my mind whether they’re blue or green, and that mop of curly blond hair.” He’d kissed my eyes during his inventory of my charms, and was stroking my hair. “Like silk…and your skin, like satin.” The upside of enduring body sugaring every few weeks. Aiden, Aaron and I helped each other with body grooming. “I can’t believe you want to be with me,” he continued, sounding genuinely amazed. “What?” I said, disbelievingly. “You’re like…perfect. My dream guy, the one I thought I’d never meet, just fantasize about.” He smiled broadly, then kissed me again. And again, the melting tenderness morphing into something urgent and needy. He went for my erogenous zones, all of which he seemed to have memorized: ears, jaw, neck, collar bone. I pushed closer, pulling him on top of me; he nudged my legs open, as if choreographed we moved together smoothly. He was taking my legs over his shoulders and pushing inside of me, no need for additional lubrication. We came together in a way that was more than just physical. It had been that way from the start, even before my initiation, before I’d come to the house and spent a blissful half-hour necking in this very bedroom. It was from the moment our eyes had met at the orientation event where he was staffing a booth for the fraternity. And still, I’d never thought we’d end up together, just assumed I’d have yet another unrequited crush. Boy, had I gotten that wrong. He was slowly pushing in and out of me, prolonging every touch, his hands on my shoulders, then in my hair, stroking my face gently, as if I were something fragile and precious and beloved. It was a hunger that would never be completely satisfied, reaching for a perfect union of body and soul. Then appetite took over, and he began to thrust more rapidly, breathing heavily, licking my nipples, going back to my neck, then my lips, his kisses urgent and hard, but still with the melting sweetness I remembered from the first time we’d kissed. His thrusts were getting harder, the bed was squeaking rhythmically along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. And there it was, seemingly out of nowhere, a supernova exploding, sending rays of energy racing through me and him as we came to orgasm simultaneously. Our mouths were fused, his dick was buried to the root inside of me and I was clasping his butt, arching my back to give him complete access. We remained frozen in that position for…well, I’m not really sure how long. Time became irrelevant. I can’t remember how many times we made love that night. I just remember feeling as if something had coalesced between us, that a barrier I wasn’t aware of until it had been breached had fallen. And I remember the kisses and caresses, his strong warm hands and muscled body. When we were finally completely exhausted, we lay spooned together, fitting as perfectly as the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Boyfriends, was my last thought before falling asleep in his arms with a smile on my face.

Hey Rawtop, go ahead and add me to your list. With TIM it was more of a documentary of what I loved to do with other guys, so hardly a 'star.' But certainly did enjoy stepping up what I did in sex parties to a whole new level with a lot more hung tops, really hot and cum-hungry bottoms and perfect sex settings.

The Hunt (Part 7 - Final Part) I looked down at Jason. He was in a world of his own. He got himself flying with lots of poppers and enjoying the steady rhythm of my cock hammering his tight hole. I pulled my dick almost all the way out just to slam it back into his hungry pussy. I wanted to demolish his cunt. So I chose a different angle all the time to approach him with my toxic bat. Jason moaned loudly. “Fuck me harder” he said. “Give it to me good” I heard…. All of a sudden my mind played this trick to me, which I have grown accustomed to…. “Give it to me good” I said…. 20 years ago, it was me who was laying in a leather sling. I went to a gay club for the first time in my life, curious to get some action. I had my coming out in front of my parents a couple of days before. They were understanding and cared about me. They wanted me to be happy and healthy. So they urged me to be careful. Right…. And then I went into this club and chose a guy, who was so appealing to me. It was a daddy type, with clear blue eyes. He was talking to me friendly. He touched me - from time to time, which gave me goose bumps all over my body. He flashed a cheeky smile, whenever I told him how unexperienced I was. Yes – it was just like Mr. Right was knocking at my door. But I was also on xtasy that night and Mr. Right bought me one drink after another. Who knows, maybe he sipped something in one of my drinks also. All I know is, that only after an hour of chatting, I was in that sling and got fucked like a rag doll. I didn’t mind about it. I wanted him, I wanted his body – but I wanted so much more. I was so high, all I could do was listen to my moaning. I heard him slapping against my butt cheeks. I listened to his grunting and then I heard his words…. ‘I’m going POZ you good’ I was hearing the words, but it was like, they didn’t have a meaning back then and there. Not able to tell him to stop I kept on receiving his brutal fucking. Then all of a sudden he stopped moving. It was almost like I could feel him splashing his seed into my cunt. I closed my eyes and heard my blood rushing in my ears. I knew ‘it’ was rushing through my veins now. Mr. Right pulled out. I didn’t open my eyes, but I felt another dick slipped into me, started fucking me aggressively. It was not the last one in that night…. that was how it all began…. And now I watched down at Jason who was a cute boy with those deep blue eyes, I once fell in love with and loath to this day. My balls were tingling. I felt my orgasm rise. Without a word I fired my gift into Jason. I just groaned, like I always do and kept on fucking for a while, trying to get my seed as deep as possible. Then I suddenly pulled my dick out of this used and worthless cunt now. I buttoned my jeans up and smacked Jason on his butt. “Thanks Jason. You were a good fuck. Something to remember” I grinned at him. He looked at me with his cute face and thanked me for the hard ride. “This was awesome man. I won’t forget this night, I have never met a rough guy like you. Can I see you again?” he asked me. I did not answer his question. I just smirked at him and turned around to leave. He would remember me… forever.

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If you're not wanting to do it for the money [of which there isn't much anyway], then just line up some bareback EXHIBITIONIST fuck buds and do it. Vid cameras are now super cheap, editing is easy and you can upload to xtube or whatever. Most guys [myself included] fantasize about being in BB porn to satisfy the exhibitionist in us

If you're a true bottom slut, a gangbang is the best thing that could happen to you! You get loads of fresh cum, you will get fucked in several different positions and different styles you might even get dp'd and/or fisted without having to discuss anything of that beforehand (If you don't want to get fisted or dp'd or something, you might want to agree apon that with the other tops beforehand or if you're looking to get gangbanged at a sauna, take a top with you whom you trust and who can make sure nothing happens that you don't want). In my experience private gangbangs can be good but most likely they won't. You will have better luck at a sauna / bath house. There's always a pool of horny tops that gets renewed continously so you will get a good share of cock and cum and the best part is: You won't even know who just shot his load up your ass! For me, personally, that's the best part of barebacking at saunas / bath houses. I love to get anonymous loads and i love being used like that. I also love if some guy occasionally slips in a fist without even asking, just assuming he can do with my cunt whatever he wants. This keeps happening more and more often recently. I think since fisting is becoming more mainstream, the threshold to just pop in a fist is getting lower. (Sorry for wandering a bit off topic ) So, what i was trying to say is: If you're a true bottom slut, you will enjoy the hell out of a ganbang! Sure, your pussy might burn become a bit sore. But in my experience, it's usually around the 3rd or 4th cock that you just need to pull yourself together and think about how awesome it is to get humped by a bunch of strangers and then, at some point your ass will eventually get kind of numb, so you won't have any trouble taking more and more loads. Afterwards you might feel a bit awkward down there but it's totally worth it and like someone here already mentioned, this side effect lessens when you become more accustomed to taking 10+ cocks in a row

Sensing a trend here. I like both but if I'm honest I'd always pick a scene with a black top/white bottom. Mostly because I Iove imagining myself as the bottom.

Black Top on White Bottom. Especially if im the white bottom. Love me Black cock!!!!

Black top/white bottom, no doubt about it

I have been gang banged a few times. Best was at Steamworks. I must have had 12 tops unload in my ass. After the first two it is easy.you hole is open and full of cum.no problem with guys going in after that. I was in asking. After that there was a huge puddle of cum on the floor that had dropped out of my ass

I have a pretty freaky story about getting bred by a homeless guy... My first time using T I was out of town in a city in Florida. I'd been cruising online to get laid and I finally got hit up by a dude in a complex near where I was staying. He was cool looking and looking to suck me off. Not usually my thing, but this guy advertised himself as straight and his story about wanting to suck a dude off while his gf was at work was hot enough for me to drive over and let the guy slobber on my pole. When I got there he asked if I partied. I was used to g and mdma, so I said yes. He asked if I wanted a bump and I did. Never really wondered what the white line he handed me was. Then it hit the back of my nose and felt like fucking drano. That's when he told me it was T. I thought nothing of it... figured I'd ride it and enjoy. He put on some shit porn and we sat to watch it. Damn if the bad porn wasn't getting me boned up. "Great shit, it can even get me going for an amateur suck job while watching shit I wouldn't even stream online for free". The dude started to give my cock his attention and I got into the idea of giving him a good time eating me. I let him explore my (surprisingly) really hard cock and get used to the smell and bulk before reaching around his head and taking control of his mouth. Pretty good head for a "straight dude" I was amazed at how much he got off when I started to get rougher and feeding him my dick. Took me a while to get off, but I enjoyed the feeling of him trying to please me and the apparent shame on his face... he didn't look at me once while I fucked his face... and only complained a little when he gagged, which perversely, I really liked watching. After blowing my load in him I started getting my shit together and ready to head off. Before leaving, I thought to ask, "Where could I get some of that stuff? I'm going out later and it would be fun." I still had no idea what I was on or where it was going to take me. The dude sold me a little bag. I was a happy camper. I was off to the beach for the day and I would be able to relax with a nice little buzz and then go out for the evening. The beach I like to go to is this deserted stretch north of the public beach. Miles of perfect sand and not a soul in sight. I always head out there in the hopes of getting lucky, but it rarely happens. So I'm out there enjoying the day and doing little bumps off and on. You see, I figured this was pretty much like coke... after so long you take another to keep it going. Yeah. Newb. By the time the sun started to fall out of the sky, I'd consumed the entire bag... in 3 or 4 hours. I was wound up so tight and didn't really realize I was quite so fucking blasted. Suddenly the desire to score in the dunes was out of all proportion... I got naked and started roaming the dunes where it was fairly secluded. I could have been arested, but I eventually found a man who was shocked at seeing a young well built hairy guy so obviously cruising for cock. He was older, but in decent shape, and as soon as I registered his interest I zoomed in on him like a cruise missile. He wanted to take me back to his place, but I was already on my knees swallowing his cock like it would be the last one I'd see. When I turned and indicated I wanted him to fuck me, he asked about condoms and despite a long history of safe play, I told him I wanted to feel him seed deep in my hole. He fucked me right there and I was so turned on. After he came, he left... and I was left raging for cock. The place I was in was a small Florida town, I wasn't in one of the big meccas... there were no baths or real bars I could hit. The best I could come up with was the larger town just a little north that had an ABS in the industrial part of town. I had NO idea where I was going, what I'd find and I was WAY too fucked to drive.... But I went anyways. I spent all evening there looking to score some dick... but I didn't really know too much about the rules in these places and I look like a lumberjack.... not a lot of guys were spotting me as an easy fuck. I managed to suck some dudes off, but it was all disappointing, and my fuck hole was at this point screaming... I hit a bar for some drinks, because on T, you figure maybe some straight dude will decide you're doable.... that of course never really happens. Again, the lumberjack thing probably not working in my favor... So I get out of the bar. It's dark and I'm in this skeevy part of town. Semi's motels and industrial shit.... I'm driving around and stop to get gas. While I'm paying I notice about three dudes hanging out in the parking lot. Obviously sketchy characters... So I decide to hit one of them up to see if he knew where I could get more T (logical, right?). This guy was SKETCHY, obviously between highs. about 30 and the least scary looking of the bunch. He looks me over in my gear and my quarter sized pupils and sizes up what I'm after. Dude in the wrong part of town, looking for crystal at 2am, open shirt and no underwear.... "Yeah, I know where I can get you that. But I'll need a ride." So I unlock my car and in he gets. We drive off to a sketchier part of town. "So, like dude... you're high eh?" "Yeah, I'm pretty wreked" and I proceed to tell him about my whole day.... "So you're gay? No, that's cool dude." I felt a chill when he said that. At least a sliver of my sane mind was still working, announcing to me that I had some homeless drug addict in my car in a strange city, cruising the bad part of town to score drugs. I had completely lost my fucking mind and my ass was starting to explain to me how fucking hot it would be to eat this dude's cock... Assuming he didn't kill me for being gay. "So, a couple of buds of mine have a hotel room near here. If you need a place to crash while you get high I could invite you in. I just gotta get some crack first." So we get to this house with all these cars parked on the grass. It looked like a gang club house, and as far as I know it probably was. "give me some money and stay low in the car. I'll be right back" Yeah. I took out my wallet and handed him a pile of cash. Fer Real. Gotta love T. So after what feels like an hour, he comes back. He's scored my T and his crack. I don't know how bad I was ripped off... besides, it was besides the point. We drove off and I started to convince myself that doing drugs with unknown street users in a motel would be ok. The place looked like it ought to have been condemned. It was one of those places that back in the 40'sand 50's had been built to appeal to budget travelers who couldn't afford beachfront. Sixty years later it relied on weekly rentals and truckers. I drove us in and decided getting high with strangers was better than alone, at least there'd be company. So I follow my friend in. By the light of the fluorescents I can see he's not bad looking in that faded way high school loosers fade after life happens. Tall, lean verging on skinny, but apart from grimy, not too banged up. His clothes are the predictable mix of homeless dudes everywhere, loose and full of pockets. We get to the door where his friends are and he knocks, announcing himself. The door opens and he explains my story to the lanky guy who answers. The room is depressingly ancient, with a haze of smoke in the room and a pair or camel-backed beds that probably hosted more DNA that all of us put together. We get invited in. There's four of us in all and except for me all the guys look interchangable. They have a tired look of too many sleepless nights and drugs. They are however relaxed in this place off the street and less prickly. The leader asks me if I'm a cop, which I assure them I'm not... and he asks me to smoke some crack as proof. I explain that I'm using crystal and if he doesn't mind I'd do that. A look traded between the guys and my contact assured his friends that he'd bought it and knew it was legit.... My high was fading enough at this point that I laid out a monster of a bump for myself... I was still thinking in terms of coke. I probably snorted a night's worth right then. That did the trick. I was in and the room relaxed as the guys got high. We were spread out across the two beds as my high was lighting up my libido again. The guys were talking amongst themselves and I was listening to stories of there's. Suddenly one of the stories made a glancing reference to one of the guys getting head. I'm guessing they were feeling out the stranger who was tanked out on crystal and an admitted queer. If they didn't know what they were doing, they were hitting me right square where my life was at that moment, sex. My cock was swelling in my shorts and without underwear, there wasn't anywhere to really conceal it. Crystal being such a great councilor, I quickly felt my embarrassment changing gears and become sexual as these grimy dudes started trash talking about their cocks and getting laid. My eyes had to be black as night and my shorts had a visible wet spot where my cock was drooling with need. One of the guys readjusted his dick through his grimy fatigues and suddenly all I could think about was the cock he was fondling. The whole room knew what I was transfixed by. Dude stared at me, to see if I'd finally break, but I sat paralyzed on the bed unable to comprehend the signal I was being given. He rubbed his cock more plainly and without saying anything to me, looked questioning at the cock pig across from him. "I haven't gotten off in a fuckin' week. Man my cock could use a good spit polish" "If you don't mind a dude sucking you off, man... I'd be happy to help." I threw all my inhibitions out the window... I figured if I was going to get the shit kicked out of me, at least there might be some sperm in it for me. "I thought you'd never offer fag. Get your ass on the floor and suck me dry." As I stood I pulled off my top and shorts so I could be completely naked and exposed while I worshiped the uncut homeless cock in front of me. Crystal's ability to open up the side of me that needs to feel worthless and grateful for abuse was impossible for me to see at that point. I was in her grip and she was making sure I was the most abject needy cock slave available. I got on my knees in front of the smirking dude, who couldn't quite believe the luck they'd run into... Not only had this queer paid for their crack for the night, but he was about to spend the night providing any sexual need they could ask for, willingly. To me the smirk was the derisive hate filled grin of the high school dudes who used to make my life hell. As he fished his cock and balls out of his pants, I could smell the smell of maleness and sweat. The hooded prick he pulled out was impressive and obviously primed for some attention... it was swelling as he pulled his balls free, thick pubic hair radiating the smell of cum, sweat and urine.... As he held his tool in his hand, I lay my head on the filthy bedspread and traced the rim of his foreskin with my tongue. "Awww, FUCK..." as I wrapped my lips around the skin covered head and slowly drew his cock into my mouth. I slipped my tongue under his hood and could feel the slick wet of a randy uncut cock. His cock was reacting fast to my sucking, and its owner gripped the back of my head to start deriving some real pleasure from my wet sucking hole. I've always loved sucking a man's cock, it's always been the first impulse I've had from the moment I first saw a cock as a child.... But T drove me onto that dick like it was a physical need to live. "Fuck me, dude! This fag sucks like a fuckin hoover. This is fucking awesome. You getting off choking on my cock faggot?" "Hey man, give me a chance to get some of that..." With that, the guy I picked up at the gas station stands up and pulls down his jeans to reveal a beautiful cut piece of meat which he quickly offers up to be sucked on. "let's go dude, I got you your shit, now you're gonna fuckin eat my cock till my balls fall off." I turned my head to face this new cock to eat and dove in like a starving man hits a buffet. I placed my tongue under this dudes pungent cock head and slip my head forward, all the while looking up at his face as he watched his dick disappear first into my mouth and then quickly opening my throat until my nose was buried in his thick mound of pubic hair. "Yeah, nice... that's a good grateful faggot. Now suck me off slow, cock hound. I have lots of dirty cum in my balls for your to drain out and eat like a good fuckin pervert." The real party was finally underway. I had no idea the day earlier when I'd had my cock serviced by the closet cock sucker, that I would find myself 24 hours later naked on the floor of a filthy motel room choking down the cock of a homeless dude and his two buddies, who obviously had enjoyed the services of a tweaked out faggot before. "I can't believe what this freak is doing to my cock, man... he's like not fuckin breathing or something, he's got my dong in like a fuckin vise grip at the base and chewing it off with his throat!" Hearing them talk about my sucking as though I was just a piece of furniture, turned me on even more deeply. As a tweaked out fag, I wasn't even at the level of a prostitute, not worth worrying about how I liked it or even checking on my arousal. I was a wet hole that would greedily suck on command, beg even... why worry about that. No need to do anything to keep the sucking going, a tweaked out cock sucker could be depended on to thank you for giving him the pleasure of your sperm squirting into his mouth. And he'd even swallow without encouragement. "Right Steeve. before you blow your load... I'm gonna cut in and get some of that freaky head dude. The last guy of the three was the youngest of them. He looked like a skateboarder... he was maybe 20. Scruffy beard that grew in patches and a body that was not quite as worn down by life... He was lean in a way girls find hot these days, his flat stomach was tattooed and hairless save for a trail of black fur that lead to a thick bush he was quickly exposing as he shucked his board shorts. His cock lay impressively in the thick black pubic hair, nestled on top of the biggest sperm filled balls I'd ever seen. He was obviously used to this and had no issues with using a man's holes for pleasure. Unimpressed with my own more muscular body, this young dude had the security and conviction that his cock out ranked me as the alpha. I usually intimidate young guys like this in baths... now I was about to have a kid use me as his draining station without a second of hesitation. He understood that his hard cock, in fact, all the hard cocks in a five mile radius, owned the faggot on the floor. "OK bitch, why don't you let go of my cock for a few minutes and gobble down on Brian. Let's see if you can handle what he's got for you. Hope you don't bruise easy." Steeve started to pull his long fat worm from my gullet as I continued to milk it, begging for a taste of his bitter fuck juice. "Fuck, man... I fuckin love this cock sucker". He gripped my jaw and forcibly removed his cock from my mouth and shoved my head towards his buddy Brian who was stroking the hood on and off his wet shinny knob. "Here's a fresh one for you, crack whore. Watch yer teeth, Brian's got a tool that'll fuckin rip your tonsils out. Doesn't get head real often 'cause most bitches can't take him, even when they're as fucking ripped as you are. But I'm pretty sure you could suck off a fuckin semi and come up askin fer more...." Spit was running over my lips as I leaned forward to suckle on the young boarder's growing tool. I wanted to make love to that thing and wrap my fuckin soul around his cock. I felt the shudder you always get out of young men who are filled with sperm, hormones and too little experience with head to be jaded. "Ohhhhhh yeah, faggot. Oh fuckin, oh yeah" He sighed as I worked my way down his white shaft even as it swole with every heartbeat. I could see the fine blue veins running under the silky skin of his pole and the huge engorges vein running across the top, pumping hard as his cock filled with blood. "Take it all in you mouth, like you did Steeve's, man... I wanna see my dick slide down your throat and feel you chocking on it" His hands were shaky, vibrating as I worked more and more of his endless tool into my greedy mouth. I loved his excitement, his appreciation of my mouth on his manhood as I knelt in-front of him and worshiped his maleness completely."Hmmmmmmph! Oh, FUCK!" I could feel his grip on my head tighten like a vise as his cock bottomed out in my throat. I was impaled on his cock to the balls with no where to go. All I could feel was the throb of his pulse running through his tool as it took its final leaps and swells to full erection, literally stretching the muscle of my throat to accommodate the kind of hard on only given to young men. Steel hard, unyielding, scorching hot with blood and lust and almost beyond his conscious control. I could see where he could have seriously frightened a bitch trying to gobble down his shaft. he was like a fist lodged in my gullet, and from the feel of his hands, I'm pretty certain the first girl to feel what I was feeling also had the throat savagely raped by this buck. the two other crackheads watched in amazement as Brian and I were locked in a tense sexual stand off. Brian's cock stuffed impossibly deep inside my gullet, him holding my head against his groin like a prison fight, while I struggled with my need to breathe, the painful fullness in my throat and the inescapable lust for his cock raping me. "So, faggots have two holes to dick, don't they?" I heard our host asking as I felt a rough dirty hands scrabble roughly between my ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah.... here we go." And he shoved in a grimy finger to check for resistance. "Oh, fuck dude... this feels like the slickest best pussy around. It's even fuckin wet. Like it's fuckin lubricating for us." A couple more fingers went in and started digging around, when he pulled them out he made sure to pull hard against my anus, and checked his fingers. "Fuck. not only is his chute clean, there's already sperm in here from another dude. This cunt's been busy. At least we won't have to waste time pretending to stretch his hole out before fucking him. Goddamn, where did you find this faggot?" He reached back into my hole with three fingers and pulled my roughly onto my feet, tears were forming in my eyes as Brian continued to test the limits of my breath control and our host seemed intent on seeing how much abuse he could heap on me. "there you go you fucking bitch. Don't you understand we can't fuck you right unless you present your hole? A tweaked out whore like you gets bored easy... even while suffocating on Brian's big pussy wrecker, so we're gonna put you up for double duty to make sure you stay entertained. Finally, Brian relented in his grip on my skull and I was allowed to back up enough to be able to drag in some air and savor the salty ooze of the precum his cock was spitting into my mouth. As I hauled in that second gasp of air, it lept right back out of me as the drooling hooded cock of our host planted itself at my anus and drove itself home like a Buick. The stranger who'd bred my neg ass on the dunes had seeded me copiously, but this was hours ago.... I might be wet, but this cock was basically going in dry, and it's owner was enjoying the view. "TAKE it. TAKE my fuckin tool, whore. I'm gonna tear you apart if you don't let me in and I'm gonna fuckin love hearing you scream." "Aaaaaaarrrgh!! Uuummmmph!" I was moaning and wailing as hard as I could muster with a mouth full of cock. My ass felt like it was being pried open by a baseball bat. I loved getting fucked, but pre Tina days, I had enough when I'd been fucked once or twice. But that was with condoms, and lube, and no crystal making me crazy for bare homeless cock to spurt load after load into my ass. I felt a warm glob of spit hit my ass crack. "Don't rip his ass in the first fuck, dude" Steeve had taken some pity on me and spared me a gob of spit to ease my ass rape. Our hosts dick soon picked up the wet in my cunt and the spit Steeve horked up and slid all the way home with his plum sized cockhead skinned back and resting hard on my swollen prostate. "Besides man, I have a couple of solid loads to drop and I hate fighting to bust my nut in a hole." "That all you're worried about Steeve?" As Brian continues slapping my jaw with his massive balls, he says "this whore is going nowhere until my balls fall off, and I can blow plenty. Besides, you got him how much t from the Mexicans? This bitch will be taking cock until next week and drooling all over himself for more long after his holes have blown out. Mark, dig some of that shit out of the bag and drill it into his chute. You think snorting it fucked him up, wait until his fuckhole is reaching out to gobble your fuckin cock like its alive." TBC

Get tested and load him up

Twins (Part 3) Jack grunted out, "Oh Jeff I'm going to cum. Are you ready for another one of my charged loads" Jeff cried out, "Give it to me bro, give me your poz load." Jack picked up his pace and grunted, "FUCK YEAH BRO, TAKE MY DIRTY SEED!" as he shot his charged load inside Jeff's ass and collapsed on top of his brother. Before Jeff could recover from the fucking his brother gave him, Jack pulled out and was quickly replaced by Eric. Eric leaned in and kissed Jeff as he slid his 7" cock into Jeff balls deep in one stroke. Although Eric is not as long as Jack, he is thicker and Jeff noticed this immediately letting out a small yell of pain mixed with a lustful moan into the shared kiss. Eric fucked slowly at first, making sure that the loads already deposited in side would be worked deep in side and into Jeff's hole. As Jeff began his fucking, Jack moved to Jeff's head and once Eric broke off the kiss Jeff had his brother clean his cock off. Jeff could taste his ass juices mixed with Jack's cum. He sucked the cock in his mouth clean and greedily continued to suck getting his brother hard again. Jeff was hoping to swallow his brother's load (something he loves to do and had not done the wee before), but Jack wouldn't waste it own his brother's throat. Eric began to pound away at Jeff's hole as Jeff moaned and groaned. Jeff had never been fucked like this before, but he was taking it like a champ. Eric looked down at Jeff and asked, "Are you ready for my seed, are you ready to become a slut like your brother?" Jeff's reply was simple, "FUCK YA! GIVE IT TO ME, I NEED IT!." Jeff grunted as Eric buried his cock as far as it would go and shot another toxic load in the brother's ass. Jack could tell that Jeff was tired of holding his legs up, but before they would let him up his ass had to be prepared for more action. Jack approached his brother with a large needless syringe. It was filled with meth and water. Jack told his brother "It's time for you to get a proper booty bump." as he slid the syringe deep in his brother's ass. Jack pushed his brother's legs back far so that his ass was up in the air just before he pushed down on the plunger emptying the syringe deep in side his brother. Jeff commented that it burned to which Jack replied "It's supposed to burn, that's how ya know its getting in." Jeff felt very warm as his ass felt very hungry. As Jack was giving his brother a booty bump, Miguel laid down on his back next to Jeff. Once they were sure the booty bump was well absorbed they let Jeff lower his ass and legs. When Jeff saw Miguel laying down he thought for a moment that he was going to get to fuck Miguel. He was dead wrong as Miguel held his 7 1/2" uncut cock in the air and Jeff was positioned over Miguel and lower onto his throbbing cock. Jeff has been in this position before, but riding his brother. He had never been fucked like this by another man, let alone a bare cock other then his brother's. Soon Jeff was getting into having his ass filled this way. Miguel was good from this position and knew how to drill an ass to achieve maximum effect, that is making the one taking his cock want it more. And with the booty bump working on Jeff, his ass was very hungry. Miguel pounded into Jeff with no mercy. Jeff never knew that a guy could be fucked so viciously from this position. As Miguel neared orgasm he began to say things in Spanish only Eric understood. Calling Jeff a worthless piece of white trash only there for him to be seeded with all their dirty seed. Then with a grunt Miguel was filling Jeff with his third load of the night. Jeff collapsed on Miguel's chest and the two kissed as Miguel's still hard cock lay still in side Jeff's hungry hole. As Jeff laid there he suddenly felt a hand on his back and something at his hole. He turned to see his brother Jack behind him as he felt his brother's cock enter his filled hole. Jeff let out a moan of pain as Jack slid in beside Miguel's cock. Jeff never thought his hole could be stretched so much. He would find out later how much his hole could stretch. Now with both cocks in side his hole he was getting a fucking he had never felt before. As one would pull out the other would push in so that Jeff was feeling his prostate hit multiple times. This also made sure that the poz cum already in his hole would be worked into him, making sure the seeding would take. As Jack and Miguel worked their dicks into Jeff, Eric stood in front of Jeff with his hard cock ready for Jeff to suck. Jeff was concentrating so much on the fucking he was getting he didn't notice Eric until Eric pushed his cock between Jeff's open lips and into his mouth. Jeff wasted no time going to work on sucking on the cock in his throat. Jeff was getting to the point of really enjoying his double dicking. He was enjoying it so much that he never noticed his orgasm, but Jack and Miguel noticed it when they felt the spasm of Jeff's ass on their cocks. This sent them into over drive and in not time they each deposited a load inside Jeff. First Jack shot and when Miguel felt Jack's cock spasm and felt his load squish around his cock did he start to thrust up harder and then shoot his load. While Eric was watching this hot action he worked up a load for Jeff to swallow down. The four studs collapsed in on e big heap of flesh as they recovered. They continued to seed Jeff the rest of the night through to the next morning. Then they all showered and rested for the party that night.

Twins (Part 2) After a week of Jack visiting his brother Jeff one would think that the boys would be ready for a break. Actually Jeff couldn't wait to go to Jack's school. As soon as classes were done, they hopped in their cars and Jeff followed Jack the 6 hours back to his campus. Unlike Jeff, Jack lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 2 other guys. The 2 were boyfriends but had an open relationship. One was Eric, a graduate student who was 24, 5'10", 150 pounds, curly blond hair, blue eyes and a 7" cock and his boyfriend was Miguel, a Latino who was 21, 5'8", slim build, 130 pounds, black hair , brown eyes and a 7 1/2" uncut cock. (Side note: On any given weekend there might be a few other guys around. Some poz, most were unsuspecting neg boys, gay, bi and the occasional drunk straight boy.) Jack had moved in with these 2 lovers at the beginning of his second semester. What Jeff was soon to find out was not only were these guys gay, but poz as well. These were the 2 guys who introduced a willing Jack to drugs and pozzed him. Now it was time for phase 2 of Jack's master plan and his roommates were going to assist him. No sooner did they arrive then Jeff was offered a drink and the 4 studs sat down to get acquainted. They spiked jacked Jeff's drink with a small amount of GHB, just enough to get him more pliable to what was going to be suggested. In no time Jeff was feeling the effects of the G as a (Tina laced) joint was being lit. They made sure that Jeff got more hits on the joint then anyone. Jeff was getting very horny, more horny then when he smoked the joint he and Jack shared the previous week. They could see the lust in Jeff's eyes as the Tina hit him. Eric put a porn on the living room plasma as he and Miguel began to make out. Jeff just watched the live action in front him and the porno as he felt more and more horny. Jack leaned in to kiss him and whisper to him, "Just let go and let what happens, happen." Jeff closed his eyes as Jack began to kiss and caress him. As Jack and Jeff made out Jack slowly stripped themselves down to their boxers while Eric was laying on top of a half naked Miguel. Jack got Jeff on his back so that he could not see what Eric and Miguel were about to do. While Jack and Jeff were grinding cock to cock, Jack slid Jeff's boxers down and made sure he was well positioned between Jeff's legs. Eric Reached in with a finger covered with Tina and Jack worked a little lube Miguel supplied around his unsuspecting brother's hole. Jack slipped his finger in for a few second then pulled it out only to have his finger replaced with Eric's Tina covered finger. Jack kept a tight lip lock on Jeff's mouth as Eric massaged the Tina into his hole. Jeff broke the kiss to tell Jack that his finger was stinging his hole. As the forced booty bump took its effect on Jeff he began to wiggle and move his ass further onto Eric's probing finger. Jeff had never felt so horny in his life. He looked up at Jack and said "I need to get fucked, now!" Jack looked back into his eyes and told him, "That's exactly what we plan on doing." as he slid his hard cock into his brother's (Tina) hungry hole. Jack just held his cock still in side his brother's hole and asked, "How does that feel? You like that dick in your hungry ass?" Jeff looked up and pleaded with Jeff, "I need to get fucked, I need you to pound my hole." Jack answered back, "I know you need to be fucked, that you need to have your hole pounded. I can tell you are liking the Tina Eric slipped into your ass." Jeff was a little shocked, then he relaxed and let the booty pump take control as he asked Jack, "Why did you do that to me?" Jack asked "You liked the joints we smoked?" Jeff nodded yes. Jack informed him that they were laced with Tina and he had already experienced the sexual high from them. He wanted Jeff to experience the full effects that Tina can provide when fucking. With that done Jack began to pound away at Jeff's hungry hole as Eric and Miguel disappeared to fix slams for everyone. When Eric and Miguel returned Jack pulled his cock out of his brother's hole and just held him down. Jeff pleaded for Jack to continue fucking him crying out "I need your dick in side me bro, please???" Jack looked down at Jeff and asked, "How bad do you want to be fucked bro?" Jeff answered "Bro I need to be fucked now." The brothers looked at each other for a few minute, Jeff trying to move his ass onto his brother's cock and his brother holding him down so he couldn't really do any thing. Jeff then said, "I'll do any thing you want me to to get that cock of yours in side me." Jack answered back, "Any thing? Are you sure?" Jeff thought for a moment as he felt the hunger growing in himself and said "Yes, any thing." Jack signaled for Eric and Miguel to proceed and began to inform his brother what was about to happen. As Jack spoke he continued to hold Jeff down tightly, and now with help from Eric and Miguel, they prepared Jeff for his first slam, Jack told his brother, "I can tell that you enjoyed the Tina, am I right?" Jeff nodded a yes. Jack continued, "I knew it. Now you are going to feel the greatest high as we slam or inject Tina directly into your vein. Not to worry, Miguel is a nursing student and is very good with needles. He taught me to slam as I will teach you. Ready or not, it's going to happen." Jeff shook his head yes again and closed his eyes. Jack told his brother to open his eyes, he needs to see what is happening. Jeff opened his eyes and looked up at his brother. He saw a look of love from his brother that seemed to comfort him. That look let Jeff relax as Miguel began to move in. Jack said, "Watch as your life is going to change from this point on, after this week you will be craving cock and cum more then you will ever know." Jeff appeared relaxed, but as he looked over at his arm to watch as Miguel stuck the needle in his vein, he felt a wave a panic wash over him as he felt the poke of the needle in his arm. Although Jeff felt panicky he never jerked or moved his arm. Jeff just watched as Miguel first pulled back on the plunger getting a bit of his blood in the clear liquid to make sure he hit the vein. The he watched as Miguel pushed down on the plunger and the blood and clear liquid disappeared into his arm. The panic Jeff was feeling was quickly replaced with a rush of warmth and a strong cough. That's when Jack knew the slam had hit his brother. Jack slid his cock back into his brother as Miguel then gave him a slam. Jack leaned his head back as he felt the effects and let out his own cough. As the drugs took effect the brothers looked into each others eyes as Jack began to passionately fuck his brother. Jack's plan was almost complete. The last step was for his brother to willingly get fucked and seeded by his roommates. "Jeff, I know you haven't had as much sex as I have and that any time you did you used a condom because you were afraid of getting the bug. " Jack said as he began to prepare his brother mentally for what was happening in his body, already being seeded with his own poz loads the week before as Jack was sliding his cock in and out of his brother's hole. Jeff continued, "The bug is a wonderful thing to have, it is a gift, a gift I received from Eric and Miguel, one I have and have already shared with you. I know you will recognize the freedom and power this gift will give you." As Jeff was feeling the high from the slam he attempted to process what Jack had just said. "Did you give me HIV Jack?" Jack only nodded yes. The slam was in full effect as Jeff processed what his brother had told him and with the meth and his brothers DNA already moving through his body he threw his head back and begged for Jack to pound his hole and give him his seed. Jack wasted no time in starting his assault on his brother's hole as Eric and Miguel watched. Jack fucked his brother with all his might and strength. Jeff just moaned and begged for Jack to seed his ass again, "Cum in side me bro, give me more of your DNA." Jeff was understanding what the gift meant, freedom to fuck without using condoms and gifting others like he has been gifted. Jack grunted out, "Oh Jeff I'm going to cum. Are you ready for another one of my charged loads?" Jeff cried out, "Give it to me bro, give me your poz load."