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Part 12 - Ink again Joe woke up on the couch and looked at the clock. “Shit! Only half an hour to shower and get to the tattoo shop” he mumbled to himself. He quickly looked in and made sure Kyle and Steven were okay, bringing each of them a fresh bottle of Gatorade as well as a damp cloth for their foreheads. He ran through the shower and got dressed as fast as he could, kissing Kyle before he ran out the door. Joe walked into the studio with a minute to spare and Thad looked up at him with a smile “I thought you might not make it. You doing okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, but my roommates are pretty sick,” replied Joe and then added “Uh, how did you know?” “When you made the appointment you mentioned that you might be sick in a couple weeks. Speaking of which, do you know where you’re going to put it?” Thad asked. Confused, Joe asked “Put what?” “Your brother also paid for a biohazard tat for me to do after you earned it. It doesn’t sound like you’re ready for it, but you should start thinking where you want to put it. You can also do a scorpion or something like that. I like doing tats for other guys when they join the club. We gotta be proud and advertise.” “That sneaky bastard. He didn’t tell me, but cool. Yeah, I’ll try and think of something and where I want it” Joe said. "Okay, well, meanwhile have a seat and let's get this other one going,” Thad said as he sat down on his stool and laid out the drawing and began to work. After a short while, Thad said “You been taking a lot of hot loads since you were in last?” Joe looked at Thad, incredulous that he was having this kind of a conversation with a stranger. “I, uh, want to see if the ones I got from Mark do it, so I haven’t gotten anything since he went back to California. I’m not used to not getting laid, it’s driving me nuts. I even fucked our new roommate Friday I was so horny.” Laughing, Thad said “Nice. Was that the first time you fucked with your new PA?” “Yeah, it was. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I didn’t last long and shot a big load into him” Joe said feeling more comfortable talking with Thad. “Cool, you fucked raw then. Just be careful, a PA heals quick, but you don’t want to stress it too much this soon. If it hurts, stop. Oh, and remember you can get pozzed when you top too. That's how my boyfriend got it,” Thad explained. “Yeah, I’ll be careful. I was able to start stroking myself after three days and it feels like its fully healed. Thanks for reminding me. I was just too horny yesterday. I keep wondering if I’m making the right decision so I know who gave it to me. Watching my boyfriend get bred by all these poz guys is making me jealous,” replied Joe. “Only you know the answer to that, but it you can have a strong bond to the guy that gives it to you. My boyfriend did me and I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else,” commented Thad as he moved Joe forward and started working on the shoulder blade. “Fuck, that’s hot. I suppose if Mark’s seed doesn’t do it I’ll have Kyle make sure,” Joe replied as the buzzing stopped and Thad blotted his arm and shoulder. “Next time we’re going to do your pec, which is tender skin, so be prepared. I’m going to put on some ointment like last time and gauze it up. You can probably take it off tonight or sleep with it on and take it off in the morning. When do you want to do your next appointment?” Thad asked. “Two weeks again? Hopefully I’ll have some good news by then,” Joe remarked with a chuckle. “Cool. Yeah, good luck. Just don’t get down if it doesn’t happen right away. It took Daryl three months of almost daily fucking before I converted, just before the end of my freshman year,” Thad replied. “Wow, three months? Yeah, I’ll be okay no matter what happens. Thanks, and I’ll see you in two weeks,” Joe said as he gingerly put his t-shirt back on and went outside. 'Fuck, I hope it doesn’t take that long', thought Joe as he got in the car. He sat there for a moment and picked up his phone and sent this message to Dennis: How u doin? Kyle and Steven sick” Then he sent this message to Mark: Saw Thad 4 next part of tat thx for bio tat 2. Steven now sick too. He drove home and went to check on Kyle and Steven. Kyle was sitting up with his phone catching up on his messages. He looked a little better but still not great. Steven got up and staggered to the bathroom and began to puke into the toilet. Joe’s phone buzzed with a new message from Dennis which read: I’m ok. was just with Tony & Derrick Mark was looking around online and came across an interesting ad: WM 29 5’9” 150lbs, smooth, jock bottom for anon fuck at my place, send stats - dick pics only Mark sent off a reply with a pic of his hard cock and his physical stats with no mention of HIV status but he did add he preferred bareback sex saying that condoms and his PA didn’t work well together. Soon he had a reply and a picture of a tight bubble but that looked pre-lubed. One more round of messages got him a anything u want, sir, followed by an address. Mark put on some clothing, slipped a lube packet and poppers in his pocket before heading over, told Kyle and Steven he'd be right back, and made the short drive to the bottom's house, parking the car about a block away and walking to the apartment building. He got buzzed in and went to the door which was ajar. He always enjoyed the adrenaline rush when he did an anonymous fuck with someone new. Pushing the door open, he went inside looking around and followed the instructions - left down the hallway, second door on the right. Walking in he found the guy on all fours on the bed, a blindfold covering his eyes and that beautiful ass winking at him. He tossed the lube and poppers on the bed, pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants, his cock straining to pop out of his jockstrap. He leaned in and planted his face between the guy’s taut ass cheeks and started eating his hole out, pushing his tongue into the winking hole and forcing some spit inside. Mark started to work his finger into the guy’s pussy, feeling the warmth and slickness. The guy had indeed pre-lubed his hole, but when Mark pulled his finger out and sniffed, the aroma was unfortunately that of lube, not cum. Taking a hit from the poppers, Mark moved closer and tapped his cock on the guy's hole, hearing a muffled "Fuck yeah, gimme that cock” from the guy. He slapped the guy's ass and pushed in, feeling the hungry hole suck his cock inside. Slowly he drove his cock all the way in until his pubes were against the guy's firm cheeks. The hole twitched around his cock a few times and Mark began to thrust in and out while the bottom worked his ass back and forth. The full length of his cock was pounding the guy and he heard the moans of a bitch in heat begging for him to fuck harder. Mark pulled his cock out and crouched behind the guy and slammed his cock in as hard as he could. The slut’s arms collapsed and he had his face on the bed. Mark held his shoulders down as he kept a constant rhythm of long, hard thrusts. He heard the slut repeatedly saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” over and over into the bed until the guy grunted, his hole started spasming around Mark’s cock, effectively milking Mark's cock into shooting his own load deep into the guy's cunt, each spurt added to the toxic, cream-filled hole. When the shots ended, Mark pulled his cock out of the guy's hole and pushed his face back down, licking up the cum from his hole and feeling it slowly close around his tongue. Satisfied, he moved back and wiped his cock on a nearby towel and put his clothes back on. “Thanks, bud” was all he said as he walked out of the bedroom and apartment, back to his car.

Todd was admired by most of his team mates and those who played on opposing teams as well. He had played soccer and baseball in high school and had trouble deciding which to follow at university. He had been recruited by 2 state universities for soccer and 3 for baseball. He wanted to go where no one knew him. Todd had a secret to protect from the guys at home. As the school year wound down, Todd became more and more ill at ease. He had to make a decision. He decided on the school furthest from home. He knew none of his classmates were going there and it was in a major metropolitan area. His campus visit made the decision easy. He was wined and dined by the coach and given a guide from the baseball team. Todd was a catcher. He had the squat formation perfect. As a result, his thighs and calves were well muscled. He had a large ass that really filled out his baseball pants in the squat. His tour guide was a catcher as well, but a senior to be graduated in 2 weeks. He was tall for a catcher, but nimble. Todd was impressed. He was more impressed as he met pitchers. The varsity first baseman was nicknamed Stretch for obvious reasons. The guys all seemed likable. Todd thought he would fit in. That catcher tour guide TJ's roomie was away for a quick visit to his family. So Todd bunked in the room with TJ. Two rooms shared a bath between them. TJ told Todd to go ahead and shower as they were going out to a campus party that night. Todd said he really didn't have clothes for a party. TJ volunteered some of his roomies. Todd wondered but wanted to see what parties on campus were like. He made his way into the shower. Odd, there were no locks on the doors. oh well, Todd stripped, folded is clothes neatly, and climbed in. There was plenty of hot water but little steam. Todd loved the pulsating shower head. It caused a rise in his groin. He stayed in the shower a long time. When he came out, TJ was coming in from the hall. Todd wrapped in the bath towel searched his bag for underwear. Shit, he had none. TJ said no problem and gave him a cock sock to wear. Todd laughed and said, "You can't be serious." TJ remarked that all the guys wear them. Todd donned the cocksock before dropping the towel. Little did Todd know that TJ and the guys in the next room had watched him in the shower via camera. They saw his big dig get hard, saw him shoot his wad, nearly collapse against the wall. But most of all they loved the way he soaped his ass and his hole, slipping one the two fingers in. Now only did they see, they recorded it all. The roomie's clothes fit Todd a little snuggly, especially around the ass. Oh well. It was a campus party. When the two left, they were met by other players coming out of rooms into the hall. They walked together to a spot in the woods laughing as joking as only college jocks do. The clearing had tables, benches, 2 sheds, and an outhouse. There was an old fashioned water pump. two old washtubs held ice and beer. A makeshift bar held hard liquor. The guys began to party. TJ brough Todd a beer and a chaser. Todd was accustomed to beer but not alcohol. He watched as TJ chugged his beer and slammed his shot. So Todd followed suit. After a few minutes Todd felt a stirring in his crotch. He knew there was no way to hide it, the pants were too tight. The guys continued to drink, they passed around a few smokes. Todd had never smoked. But he took one, Marlboro the label said. What Todd didn't know was the guys had laced that one cigarette with g. Todd would soon be extremely hard in his pants and extremely happy and needy. To be continued if I get guys wanting it

Long time lurker, first time poster. I’m a beefy 34 year old smooth man, I have a muscular ass from years of squats and deadlifting, and I have a thick 7” cock. A few weeks ago I made time to go to Club Pittsburgh during the day. I have been there a number of time before, but usually just sucked some cocks and fucked some bottoms. But this time I was feeling extra piggy. I had recently scored some double Scorpio poppers and was eager to try them for the first time at the club. I went in and did my usual routine, except this time I got a room. I had never done this before so this was new and exciting in and of its self. So I went up stairs to the third floor, found my room and then went to clean out and soak in the jacuzzi. On the way to the jacuzzi with nothing on I ran into a muscular man with a towel. He grabbed my ass as I walked by and I turned and winked. Unfortunately he kept walking. After a solo soak of about thirty mins I went back to my room and got some oil put to massage my ass and make it glisten, then I turned off the lights opened the door and layer belly down on the bed and waited. I was almost asleep when I felt a cock press up against my lips. I opened my eyes and an older daddy was there with a nod, I swallowed his cock and felt it engorge itself in my warm wet mouth. I kept sucking and stopped once to take a hit of my new poppers. What the actual FUCK?!?! I took a usual seven second double nostril hit and felt my whole body envelop in a warm rush. I haven’t had poppers like that in a long time. I went back to worshiping this guys cock and soon I had him pulling out and leaving me wanting his load. No sooner had he left than another guy walked in, this time I hit the poppers hard and started on his cock. Sometime during this sucking I got into position on all fours, little did I know someone was watching and waiting and nearly instantly after assuming the position I had a thick mushroom head pushing against my hungry hole. I usually make my tips wear a rubber, but I was so lost in the heat of the poppers I backed up on his cock and started riding it on all fours while I got a Fock shoved down my throat. After a few mins I felt my mystery top put his hands on my hips and thrust slower and longer. Next thing I know he is grunting and I feel a warmth spreading in my ass. Did I just get bred? OMG! It felt so good! I turned over my shoulder to see who it was and yet was a complete stranger. For a minute I was hoping it wa the man with the towel from earlier. Soon after I cleaned up and went home. But I plan on coming back to get more loads. Now that I felt it once I need it again!

Sold Health (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Hey… need a hole to fuck – only 50 Dollars and you can fuck mine” the twink whispered to me. I knew, there would be young hustlers in this part of the park at night. Most of them were addicts. They were shadows of human beings. This one was not finished yet. He was still good looking, but his youth was vanishing. His eyes seemed clouded and he slurred the words. “You got a place to go?” I asked. “There are many deserted areas here. We can find a place easily…” he answered. “Nah… I am looking for a guy to fuck him in his bed” I said shortly and turned around to leave. “Wait… wait… let’s say 30 Dollars and you can fuck me here… what do you say?” he begged. “What do you say, if I give you 100 Dollars for your mouth and a bit of your time?” I replied. “Okay. But my flat is not so… tidy.” he said. “I didn’t expect it to be. It will be enough if you are on your knees and suck my dick there… and maybe some other stuff.” I answered. We left the park and walked through deserted streets. It was way after midnight and the good people were all asleep. We walked without talking. The guy was always two steps ahead and I followed him. I watched his ass move and this made me quite horny. His body was shaking from time to time. Obviously he needed money for his next fix. It was such a shame. He had been a good looking lad once. Don’t get me wrong. He was still doing ok. I have seen worse looking boys. It would be a pleasure to use this one. We stopped at a run down house in some part of the city. The lad tried to open the first door to the hall with his key, but he was shaking so much, that it took him a while to open the entrance. I didn’t touch him… Not yet. I just watched his petite frame. He would have been a cute guy, with his blonde hair and his cute little ass, but he chose the wrong path one day in his life and now he was rushing downhill, with no one able to stop him. “Sorry… I am a bit shaky” he apologized. “Take your time…” I answered with my low voice. I followed him to the second floor and again he had to complete the impossible task, to open the door with his key in a calm fashion. When he finally managed to unlock the door to his flat, he opened the door and he stumbled into his own one room apartment. I stood outside and waited. After a second he came back and looked at me questioningly. “Don’t you want to welcome me?” I asked. “Yeah sure… come in” he said. “No I mean… welcome me, with your mouth - outside of your flat.” I insisted. “Dude… I live here. The people around here know my girlfriend.” he whispered desperately. I stood there calmly and simply looked into his eyes. “Oh damnit…” he cursed. He walked outside into the hall and crouched before me. With trembling hands he tried to open my jeans. It was hilarious how much time he needed to set my cock free. And still it was cute, how bad he needed the money, that he even serviced a John out here in the open, just to get cash for his drugs. My cock hardened already, because of the massage his fingers gave to me, simply by opening my pants. Finally he grabbed inside of my cage and freed my hardening cock. I pressed the button for the floor light. The twink flinched. “Man… please… don’t…” he whined. “Open your mouth and suck!” I ordered him loudly. For the first time I saw his face in a bright light. The lad seemed to be broken already. His face showed the story of his decline. He was working for one thing only and that was his drug. It didn’t matter what kind of substance he abused. The drug ruled his life. His blue eyes looked up to me, while he sucked my cock deep into his throat. He had this pleading look. He wanted me to give him the sign, that we could move into his apartment to finish this job. I nodded at him. Thankfully he smiled at me and crawled backwards into his one room flat. I followed him inside his home. Home sweet home… The whore wanted to get up and close the apartment door. “Stay on your knees dog.” I simply ordered and closed the door myself. “What…?” he asked. “You understood me. Stay where you belong… on your knees.” I pushed the light switch but the room stayed dark. “No light?” I asked. “I didn’t have the money to pay it. I guess they shut down the electricity.” the boy mumbled. On his knees he scurried through the room and lit some candles. “How romantic…” I said ironically. “Can I have my money first? Then I will finish sucking you.” he asked with a broken voice. I interrupted stroking my dick and gave him the 100 Dollars. “Who are these people on those pictures?” I asked and pointed to some photographs on a cupboard.” “That’s none of your business I guess. I will suck your dick…” he argumented. “I paid for that AND your time faggot” I rebuked. The teen moved closer and watched at those pictures. “My parents… and that’s me one year ago. When I turned 18.” he sighed. “That was you? One year ago? May I say it, you look shit today” I replied coldly. “I know. I have changed a bit, but I am still handsome… at least my girlfriend tells me so” the boy mumbled. “You changed a bit?” I laughed. “You’re girlfriend… *chuckles” “Is she a whore too?” I asked him. “Huh?” “Is your girlfriend also a whore like you?!” I repeated the question. “She does what she has to do” he answered. I turned to him and fed him some cock. I like my boys to keep their heads still. It is my job to move and so I held him by his ears and shoved my cock deep into his throat. “Open up” I ordered. “Would it be okay if I would piss into you?” “Ho… mu….” he inarticulated. “What?” I pulled my cock out of his mouth. “How much… can I get for it?” he asked. “So you would drink it. You would be my urinal, for my stinking piss. It just has a tag on it” I chuckled. I will give you another 100 Dollars just to piss. But I won’t use your mouth bitch. What about your bed? Or could I simply piss into your closet… onto your clothes. He could see another 100 Dollar bill waving in front of his face. It took him a while, but then he grabbed for the money. “Easy cash… easy cash…” I repeated. After he accepted the other bill I turned around to the little cupboard and showered all the pictures with my yellow liquid. I laughed out loudly. “Saw that? I pissed on your family. I pissed on your girlfriend and I pissed on you… 18 years old handsome guy…” I grinned evilly. Then I stopped pissing and wandered around. I opened the closet and started another stream of my dark yellow colored piss. “This is okay… for you. Right? I'm allowed to piss on your clothes. Since your flat is a pigsty anyways…” I reassured myself. The guy held his money in his fist and nodded defeatedly. I walked to the fading beauty and crouched next to him. “Listen – you have already lost everything. Do you think you can make it – any time soon?” I asked him seriously. “Maybe… if I get some help. Maybe then I can start a new life” he whispered. I stood up and pushed my cock deeply into his mouth again and rocked softly in and out of his throat. “What would you say, if I tell you tonight… I will give you a great amount of money, if you are willing to gamble with your health…” I asked him softly. “*Hrmpf* I don’t understand…” he interrupted his sucking motions. “You know HIV and AIDS? Sure you know…” I grinned knowingly. “Are you clean…?” I asked him “I am carefully – sharing my needle and I don’t let guys fuck me without a condom” he said. “I got an HIV rapid antibody test with me. We could know within 20 Minutes, if you are infected or not” I told him. “And then…?” he didn’t know my intentions, but he accepted my cock again and suckled on it. “If you are negative… a friend of mine and I will pay you 10.000 Dollars to fuck you bareback. The only risk is, we are both not medicated AIDS Tops and highly contagious. Are you willing to take the risk?” I asked him. The lad was stunned. His eyes seemed to be empty, but I knew his thoughts were rotating around the money. He probably didn’t realize, but he was still sucking my infiltrating cock. “Think of all the things you can do with it. Pay your next fix. Move out to a better apartment with your girlfriend. Start a new life!” I reasoned with him. “You can keep the 200 Dollars and I will leave, if you decide that’s a risk, you don’t want to take” I withdrew my cock from him. “But if you are willing to get POZ fucked, we will pay you the money tonight. My buddy will have the cash on him. And there is still a chance, you won’t get infected. In that case you can keep the money of course…” I explained. “So? Do we have a Deal or No Deal?” I wanted to know.

Part 13 - Why not me? Kyle woke up covered in sweat yet again. He rolled over and there was Steven naked and dripping sweat too. He still felt weak, but he got up and took a long shower. All clean and dried off, he put some clothes on. “I gotta get to both classes today, but I’m fucked for the test in engineering. I didn’t study at all” he thought. Joe was making breakfast and Kyle tried to eat some toast and drink coffee, but the most he could handle was a few nibbles and sips. They checked on Steven and got him set up with a drink and a clean garbage can since he was still vomiting but with little in his body not much was coming up. Kyle walked slowly into his engineering class and the professor looked at him and said “What do you think you’re doing here Kyle?” “I’m here for the test, sir” he replied softly since loud noises made his headache even worse. “I don’t know if I should send you to the clinic or the morgue. You look terrible. How long have you been sick?” the professor asked. “Since Saturday morning, sir” was Kyle’s answer. The professor moved closer to Kyle and said quietly “You’re in no shape to take this test. I doubt you studied at all. Go over to the clinic and then get some rest. Stop by my office when you feel better and we’ll figure out how to make up the test.” With that he turned Kyle to the door and the professor ushered him into the hallway. Kyle wandered back to the parking lot having to stop several times to rest. Once he got there he got into the passenger seat and passed out again until Joe came back after his classes were done. They went home and Kyle was back in bed. Joe played nurse for Kyle and Steven the rest of the day and once again slept on the couch. Tuesday began like Monday and Kyle showered and got ready for class. A quick test of the thermometer indicated 99.8 degrees F. Still a fever, but better than the previous day. He ate a little more than the day before but staggered and fell over going to the door. Joe sent him back to bed and told him he would let his profs know he was still sick. About ten in the morning, Steven looked up and Luis and Derrick were standing at the foot of the bed grinning. “Ya want to know the hottest fuck of all is, Luis? Breeding a guy with the fuck flu. Their holes feel so good with your poz fuckstick inside them.” Luis nodded as they quickly undressed and pulled the two sick boys to the edge of the bed facing each other. “See, their cocks are even hard knowing that the bug is taking over their bodies” Derrick said. They lubed up their cocks and simultaneously started pushing their cocks into the weary boy’s holes. Once they both had bottomed out, Luis said “Damn, this hole is on fire. He’s gonna cook my chorizo.” “Yeah, just like yours was when I bred you when you were sick like these two” Derrick answered. Kyle moaned when Derrick started to fuck his hole. The rest of his body might have been sore, but his pussy was in ecstasy. He looked over at Steven who had a smile on his face while Luis pounded his ass. The bed was bouncing from the boys getting slammed in from each side. It only lasted a few minutes before both Derrick and Luis started grunting and unleashing their toxic cum into the helpless boys. “You gotta make sure you fill them with bugs when they’re sick so theres no chance the body can fight it off. These boys are going to make great poz breeders” Derrick said with an evil grin. They pulled their cocks out and laid the two boys back on the bed and watched them pass out. “I’m headed over to the hotel and see Dennis” Luis said as they walked out of the apartment. Derrick just laughed and smiled at Luis. Joe finished his classes and decided he should check up on Dennis and sent a text message. Dennis called Joe back “Hey Joe. I’m doing good. I felt a little feverish Monday morning and was dragging the whole day. There were a few weird rashes too. I thought for sure I would be out like Kyle and Steven Tuesday, but I’ve felt fine since. Do you think that was it? I know some people never get the flu when they convert.” “Yeah, I know. I’ve felt fine too. Maybe the virus didn’t take or we’re the ones that don’t get sick” Joe replied. “Who knows.” Joe asked “Have you taken any more loads since Sunday’s fuck with Tony and Derrick?” “Oh my god yeah. Those horny fuckers have been taking it out on my ass since Kyle and Steven aren’t available to fuck. All three fucked me last night at work and Luis just did me again at lunch today” Dennis replied. “Shit, I’m going crazy here not getting fucked and you’re getting nailed all the time. You bitch!” Joe said before laughing. “Haha, yeah. I gotta get back to work. I’ll let you know if anything happens and let me know if you guys need any help” Dennis said. Joe went home and checked in on his patients. It seemed to be the same as when he left. He sat down and studied for a while and then worked on a class project. Once again, he made dinner for himself and ate it with the other guys passed out in the bedroom. “This wasn’t how I thought it was going to be” Joe said to himself as he lit up a joint and took a big hit. He went back to studying and after about an hour was having trouble focusing on the book. He was thirsty too and got up to get something to drink, he was unsteady on his feet and almost fell over so he sat back down on the arm of the couch. Reaching up he felt sweat on his forehead. Slowly, he got up again and made his way to the kitchen and got a gatorade from the refrigerator. He felt weak and went to the bathroom where he got the thermometer and sat down on the toilet before he fell over. 102.7 degrees F. “Finally” he thought. Joe staggered back into the living room and fell onto the couch. He reached over and pulled the blanket and pillow up and covered himself up. Grabbing his phone he sent a text message to his brother “103 fever. guess u did it.” After hitting send, he typed another message to Dennis “I’m sick” and hit send right before he passed out. Mark heard his phone buzz and read the message from Joe. A smile came over his face. He was now bonded with his brother like few brothers are. He tried calling Joe, but the phone just rang and went to voicemail and he hung up. He tried a little while later and got the same thing. He called Tony, but it went straight to voicemail. “He’s probably working tonight. Or fucking” thought Mark. He dialed Dennis’s number and got voicemail as well. This time he left a message “Hi Dennis, this is Mark. Can you check on Joe? I think he has the flu and I can’t get hold of him to find out if he’s ok. Thanks.” Dennis laid on the bed of one of the empty hotel rooms, Luis’s cock still in his ass with two loads seeping into his body. He had seen the phone ring and Mark’s name pop up. Slowly he pulled off Luis and saw one voicemail and one text message he missed. He read the text and then listened to the voicemail before calling Mark back. “Hi Mark, I got your message. I also got one from Joe and haven’t been able to talk to him either. What’s his address? I’ll go over after work.” Mark gave him the address and thanked him. “I wasn’t there to care for Eric and now I’m not there to help Joe. I’m a fucking asshole” Mark told himself. Dennis went back to the bed and climbed in. Kissing Luis, he spread Luis’s legs before thrusting his cock into Luis’s hole. Luis looked back at him with a devilish grin and wrapped his legs around Dennis as Dennis plowed his cock deep into Luis’s poz hole. Having only been getting fucked for several days, Dennis needed to release and Luis was going to get his huge load. He kept fucking harder and harder and his cock started to throb. “I wonder if its neg or poz cum” thought Dennis as he slammed in and felt almost 10 shots of cum pump into Luis. Dennis collapsed on the bed next to Luis and after a few minutes Luis asked “So what was the call about?” “Oh, Joe has the fuck flu now. Mark wants me to check up on him” Dennis answered. “Fuck yeah. So that leaves just you still shooting blanks…” Luis said. “Yeah, so I guess I gotta keep taking more loads until I’m knocked up like them” Dennis replied as the two of them laughed. Dennis cleaned up and then stopped over to check in on Joe. When he got there, the door was unlocked so he went inside. The apartment had a funky smell of sweat and something else he couldn’t place. Joe was on the couch, covered with a blanket and shivering. His body was oozing sweat and he could hear the occasional moan from Joe. It wasn’t a good moan either. You could hear the pain in his voice. Dennis went into the bathroom and found a small towel and soaked it in cold water and mopped Joes forehead with it. Dennis sent a message to his boyfriend Corey, saying that he wouldn’t be home that night since he was watching the guys he was with at the sex party and they all were sick. Corey replied “OK ;)” Dennis looked around the apartment and found Kyle and Steven in the bedroom. The smell of stale sweat permeated the room “Damn, they’re going to have to air this place out soon” thought Dennis. He went back to the living room and pulled off his shirt and pants, picked up a blanket that was on the floor and sat down in the chair. He chuckled, the blanket smelled like cum but he still pulled it over himself. “They need cum scented fabric softener” mused Dennis. He watched Joe for a little while until he fell asleep. For the next few days, the guys pushed through the flu. Dennis kept an eye on them when he wasn’t working and even had his boyfriend look in on them. He was sending Mark an update a couple times a day. Dennis was a little jealous that he had taken as many viral loads, if not more, than the other three but hadn’t gotten sick yet. He was still getting at least 2 loads a day from either Tony, Derrick or Luis. Between bottles of gatorade and toast or bread, the three guys kept hydrated and ate as much food as their stomachs would allow. Kyle was the first to get back on his feet and decided he would go back to classes on Monday. Steven was moving around Friday evening and was taking care of Joe. Joe finally shook the fever and swollen glands that made swallowing anything difficult late on Saturday. When Dennis showed up on Sunday, they all agreed to head to the clinic downtown and see about getting tested on Monday. “Do you think its too soon? Maybe we should wait a week” asked Kyle. “OK, lets wait until Wednesday and we’ll see what the tests say and if we’re still neg we can retest in a couple weeks” Joe said.

I will never, ever flake on anyone unless I'm fucking bleeding to death. I've been flaked on so many times it's gone from being irritating to laughable back to irritating again. I'm up front about my age, all my images are of me, and I don't misrepresent myself, so what you see is what you get. Everything in my profile is true, not a bunch of exaggeration or BS - nobody can say I've ever done a bait-and-switch on him. I try to avoid giving any reason for a guy to have second thoughts. Yet evidently they do. What ticks me off so hugely about it is that I take bottoming seriously, to the point that I spend time at it - I take the time to clean myself out, make sure I'm clean on the outside as well, shave smooth in all the right places, try to be as reasonably attractive as my made-for-radio mugshot will allow, make sure my tools n' toys are clean, packed and ready to go, and then drive usually an hour or so to get to the man's place because that's how long it takes to get to civilization from where I am. And lately, over half the guys have let me know either after I've been on the road for half an hour or after I've arrived at the destination that they "can't make it tonight." Really? Really? I'm addressing you Flakers now: Have you ever given yourself a full series of enemas in order to be cleaned out for fucking? Do you have any idea what a bottom does to get his body ready for your pleasure? And you have the brass balls to blow him off after making him do that plus waste a two-hour round-trip drive? When you could have instead met him and had some sweet ass delivered with a smile? What the hell is wrong with you? I could have made you feel soooooooooo good...

There is nothing wrong, showing this piece of shit his place... but who knows, maybe he choses No Deal and lives happily ever after. But I doubt that...

Part 11 - Weekends are for rest Saturday morning Joe woke up spooning Kyle. He felt the heat emanating from Kyle’s body and saw he was covered in sweat. Slowly he rolled backward and let Kyle lay on his back. Looking over, he saw Kyles eyes open slowly and said “Morning. You feeling ok? Cuz you look like shit.” “Good, I feel like shit too” Kyle replied. Steven woke and slid out of bed not sure if he should stay or leave the room. “Do you think this is the fuck flu?” Joe asked. “God, I hope so. I’ve never felt this bad without puking” Kyle answered. “Shit. Is this what we’re all gonna go through?” Steven asked. “Yeah, I guess. I heard everyone is different and some never get the flu” Joe said. Kyle curled up on the bed and pulled the covers over himself muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over until he passed out. Joe and Steven went out to the living room and Joe said “Ok, we gotta help each other through this. Lets check on him every hour. It might just be a bad flu bug or it could be the real thing. I’m gonna go to the store. Keep an eye on him while I’m gone.” Joe grabbed Kyle’s car keys off the hook and headed over to the megamart. On his way he called his brother Mark. “Hey, how’s it going?” he started. “Hey bro. I’m doing good and Eric is back to his horny old self. Things couldn’t be better. How are you? That’s probably the bigger question” Mark replied. “I’m ok, I guess. Kyle woke up this morning with a bad fever and headache and said he aches everywhere. I’m headed to the store. What should I get?” said Joe. “Just ok? Isn’t this what you guys wanted?” “Yeah, it is. But I was hoping I would be the first to get sick” Joe explained. “Just be patient. As for stuff to get, just make sure he’s hydrated. Gatorade is good. I couldn’t keep food down for several days, so I wouldn’t worry too much about food. Soup or toast. Just see what he’s up for. Do you know how high his fever is?” “No I don’t. Thanks for the info. Talk to ya later” Joe said before hanging up the phone. He grabbed a case of sports drink bottles and then added a second one into the cart. Joe wandered the store and got a few more things to stock the kitchen and finally found a thermometer before paying for the stuff and loading it into the car. It was times like this that he regretted the 3rd floor apartment, it was going to take a couple trips to get everything up. As he opened the apartment door he spotted Luis fucking Steven on the floor and laughed. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just drop this stuff off and leave you two lovebirds so you can have your fun” Joe told them. “I’m almost done” Luis said as he slammed his cock into Steven’s ass hard and let out a groan while adding more charged up cum into him. “So fuckin’ hot to hear Kyle is sick. Who do you think will be next? All you guys took a lot of hot loads when Mark was here and Kyle and Steven have been soaking up a bunch more since then” Luis said, pulling his cock out of Steven. “I dunno. I kind of want it to be me, but I know I haven’t taken as many different poz loads. Besides, I have an appointment tomorrow to do more work on the tattoo, so it would be better if I make it through that before I get sick” said Joe. Luis started putting his clothes back on and said “Hey, I gotta get to work. Catch you guys later.” Joe made another trip to the car and got the last of the groceries while Steven plugged his ass and put his shorts back on. Joe put everything away and they sat on the couch watching TV and tending to Kyle, sometimes forcing him to drink. At one point Joe helped him into the shower and held him under the water. Looking down, he smiled - both of their cocks were fully hard. A while later, Joe got up and put a pizza in the oven. When he came back to the room he noticed Steven scratching a few red spots on his arms. Looking closer, he saw beads of sweat dripping down his forehead too. Joe picked up the thermometer and stuck it in Steven’s mouth. When it beeped, Joe pulled it out and looked - 101 degrees fahrenheit. “Damn, I guess you’re the next one. You can sleep in the bed with Kyle. I’ll crash here tonight” Joe told Steven. He went back into the kitchen and pulled the pizza out and cut it up. Steven had a few bites but just wasn’t hungry. He sipped on the bottle of gatorade for a little while longer before getting up and heading to the bed to join Kyle. Joe sat on the couch stroking his cock thinking “I wonder how long I have before its me.”

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan and Ben met each other on the internet. They were both 18 years old and looked for companionship, since they were both still in the closet. They talked about their dreams, their school, about their sexual fantasies and about their families. It is not easy to come out, if you were raised under Christian guides. Both families were heavily engaged in their churches. There was no way to just come out and tell them ‘Hey Mom and Dad…. I have to die…. I’m just kidding…. I won’t die. I am only gay.’ Both parents would have probably said, it would be better that their sons were dead instead. Ryan lived in Macon (Georgia), while Ben was from Rome (Georgia). After chatting for a few days, they planned to meet in ‘real life’ in Atlanta. It wasn’t that easy, because Ben had no car. He had to borrow it from his mother. Ryan’s parents bought their son a car, when he turned 18. The two guys could have been brothers. They laughed about it, when they first met. Both teens had blue eyes. Both were blonde. While Ben had curly long hair, Ryan had a nice sidecut. Both twinks were around 5,6 feet tall and were quite slim. And even sexually they were both totally bottom guys. They couldn’t even think about sticking the own cock into someone else’s orifice. They would rather fantasize about jocks, passing them by on the streets of Atlanta. Or classmates they had, who were captain of the football team. They even managed to connect their families, by telling them, they both met on an interschool scientific project. And since both boys were totally alike, and were both from Christian families, the parents would allow overnight stays. On one of those ‘week-end’ occasions, the two friends surfed together on the internet. They were logged into a gay dating portal and browsed through the pictures and ads. “Here…. look at this. Gang-Bang Atlanta Bottoms Wanted….” Ryan pointed at the screen. They opened the profile and saw some pictures of different sized cocks. So far so good, they thought. Both admired the different shapes and sizes and expressed both, that they would love to get fucked by these guys. The profile stated 8 tops and 1 bottom were looking for other participants. Ryan had a raging hard on and Ben also massaged his cock underneath his jeans. They just left the profile, when a message popped up on their screen. BioHazard1 asked if the guys would like to get their asses fucked by eight BioHazard Tops. Ryan replied ‘That would be great. We both would love to be hammered by your big cocks’ *he wrote the message, without Ben’s approval and hit the ‘sent’ button* Ben laughed out loud, when he saw, what his pal was offering. BioHazard1 sent another message and demanded some pictures, since the their profile had none. Both boys discussed, if they should send their pictures to the guys. They agreed to send a fake picture from the internet, to keep the horny game going, but in the meanwhile another message appeared on the screen. Biohazard1 said ‘We could use Skype and sent the address needed.’ “Oh oh… and now?” Ben said and slapped his friend playfully over the head. “We could open the cam and turn it around for a while. I would love to see those cocks” Ryan pouted. Ben was the scared and shook his head. He wouldn’t hold his face into the cam. He got up instead and left the range. Ryan was a little bit more cocky and sent a request, with his cam turned to the wall. On the screen another room went alight. Four jocks were sitting in front of the cam. They were cheering and yelling at them, smiling into the camera. Then one guy asked, why the cam stayed dark. “That’s such a bullshit. If you want to fake stuff, then look for other guys. We are serious about meeting, you little fuck. You are probably….” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Ryan turned the cam into his direction now. Why did he do that? Maybe he just wanted to show, that he was for real. Maybe he wanted prolong the chat, while watching the guys on the other side. Now that they saw Ryan they hollered again. “Fuck – you are hot. Where is your friend?” “He is shy and standing further away. Ben, come back here. It is only fair, that they see you, since we can see them” Ryan begged his friend. Ben rolled with his eyes and walked back to his seat. Another four guys came into view. You couldn’t see all the handsome faces, now that almost all guys were in front of the cam. When they saw Ben they freaked out even more. “When can you be here? We want to rip your asses apart” the same guy said. He stood up and held his dick into the cam, which was such a fat cock. It reminded Ryan of a huge coke can. “How big is it?” Ryan asked. “Nine inches! Come and try it out. I will make it fit…” the guy growled. “We’re in Macon right now and it is quite late” Ben mentioned. “Fuck that – come here at once. We need guys like you offering their pussies. Come and be happy with our dicks… that’s what you need you FAGGOTS.” “Are you two brothers?” another jock asked. “No – just friends, but we are both totally submissive. We love to bottom. Do we have to fuck also?” Ben wanted to know. “If you want to get hammered only, it is fine with us. Just bring your bodies to us and we will do the rest” the others cheered. “So we would be three bottoms?” Ryan played on with the game. “Fuck that old slag here. We will kick him out if you two dolls are coming. We really want to fuck you bad….” Both twinks were already massaging their bumps in their jeans. “Show us your assholes faggots. Turn around and show us your hole…. BITCHES” several guys yelled and showed their bare penises. “CUNT CUNT CUNT….” they shouted out loud. Ryan stood up and turned around, while opening his jeans. “Are you serious?” Ben was totally shocked. “You can’t really show your….” he continued but was too late. Ryan moved the chair away and lowered his pants and briefs. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed his virgin asshole. Because of his fair and blonde appearance he almost didn’t have any hair around his pucker. You could hear loud cheering form the speakers, before the sound and the picture stopped. Ben had disconnected the streaming. “Are you totally nuts? Your parents are sleeping downstairs. Do you want us to be killed?” you could see he was really agitated. Ryan was still standing there bare assed. His face was totally red and all of a sudden he felt also ashamed of his actions. He pulled his pants back on and sat down in silence. “I am sorry… but I felt so horny and these guys are so cool. Did you see the sizes of their cocks? We should be in Atlanta and not here. Oh man – this sucks!” Ryan answered. Suddenly the guys heard another signal. A new message came in from Biohazard1. ‘Hey – what happened? Where have you gone?’ Both guys just stared at the screen. Biohazard1: ‘Are you scared?’ “Are we going to answer them?” Ryan asked. Ben didn’t react. “Look – if we just run away, then this might happen over and over again. And I don’t want to run. I want to get fucked…” Ryan sighed. “Ok…. answer then” Ben nodded. ‘Yes we are scared’ Ryan replied. ‘What is your status then? Do you know?’ Biohazard1 wanted to know. Ryan and Ben didn’t understand the real meaning of the question. ‘We are both still in the closet. That is our status. Our parents do not know that we are gay and we never met other guys for sex. We didn’t even fuck each other, because we are both strictly bottom.’ Ryan wrote honestly. ‘So you are both virgins?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Never had a cock in your ass or mouth?’ Biohazard1 replied. ‘We are totally new to this… I mean I know where it should go in and what it does there, but I am not so sure about Ben though’ Ryan hit the ‘send’ button and laughed. Ben gave his thigh a knock and both friends laughed. ‘We respect your virginity and understand your fear. But it would be cool for us, if you could decide to keep the contact to us.’ Biohazard1 answered. Both lads couldn’t see the guys on the other side anymore. If they would have seen them, they would have doubted the honesty of those words. “Fuck…. fuck…. they are virgins. We need to get our toxic junk into them… come on, write something nice. Don’t fucking lose them” some guys whispered to the one, who called himself Biohazard1. ‘I am not talking about the sexual aspect here. Although we would answer you those questions too. But it seems to us, that you need some assistance. Some sort of guidance – maybe from guys who are a bit older than you and have some experience already.’ “What do you think” Ryan asked Ben. “They sure looked like horny jocks, but I think we could really need some help to get out of this hole” Ben sighed. ‘We would love to keep the contact. We got you on Skype. Maybe you would like to talk to us tomorrow?’ Ryan suggested. ‘We would love that too. Have a good night then’ ‘Good night and May God Bless you all.’ That was the second, when Biohazard1 shot a load all over his keyboard. They would drag those Christian boys down. All the way…

pt. 1 is here "That's Aldo. He told me was Puerto Rican. We ended up dating a little after the movie was over." On screen,they traded blow jobs and then Aldo fucked him from behind. No condom, but lots of lubricant from somewhere. It was hot, but got monotonous after a few minutes. "This scene was short over the course of two hours because he kept losing his woody. But wait a few seconds. It was a close-up shot of Aldo's bare ass pumping vigorously into Houston. He was a vocal top and never stopped 'shit' and 'fuck'. "Right there! See how he pauses and squeezes his ass together? And then just keeps going? He'd already shot his load inside of me, but then a few minutes later, he claims he can't cum and is losing his boner. The director told him to take a break." Wow. I was having a hard time wrapping my brain around all of this. "Not many poz guys get the moment they were bugged on tape." "I do," Lloyd said quietly. "That's a homemade tape, and you knew what was happening at the time." Carl turned to me. "We don't share that one." I was stunned, silent. "Do we have to watch the rest of this? At least let me mute it." Lloyd pressed the remote and we all then sat and watched in silence for a few minutes. I was ready to explode with so many feelings and could not handle the quiet. I turned to Lloyd. "Do you have an HIV+ tattoo as well?" He looked at Carl "You showed him that picture?? Why?" "I just showed him the one on my belly. He said he liked all the pics, so I guess that means the tat one too." "Oh. OK. Yes, Matt. I went and got one as a surprise for Carl, but he doesn't like it." "It's just badly placed and they made it too big." "Can I see it?" I suppose it was time to get things going. Lloyd stood in the middle of the living room and peeled off his shirt. There it was. On the right side of his torso was a huge bio-hazard symbol onside a circle with some Latin words around it. It covered that entire part of his rib cage. I could do nothing but stare. "I designed it myself. It took all day, and there was supposed to be color added the next afternoon, but I couldn't handle any more pain." I guess he read too much in my stare because he took off his shoes, socks and pants as well. Oh God. I was in this now. His underwear bulge was big and odd looking. "Jesus, Lloyd. You gonna dance now?" Carl sounded very annoyed. "You gotta have music to dance...hold on." He went to the stereo and then there was gay bar music. Erasure was the group I think. "Wait. Matt hasn't seen my new tattoos yet." Carl then stripped completely nude. So weird to see a video take and the real thing at once. He was only about half hard but still very daunting. His eyes met mine for a second. I guess they both knew by now that I wasn't mad... just horny and willing. "Check it out" he said as he turned around to show me his backside. I saw the red kissing lips he had inked on his left butt cheek. It seemed kind of dumb, but whatever. "And this one." He lifted his foot in the air and held his right calf out so I could see the little tat of a scorpion. I got on my knees to get a better look. "You know what that signifies?" "You're a Scorpio?" He laughed. "I was born the day after Christmas. So I'm not a Scorpio." He turned around and I saw he was completely erect. Damn! It was a work of art. I guess Lloyd was feeling a little left out because he came up right behind me and stood. "Yeah, he's got a porn-perfect cock, but mine is like nothing you've ever seen." He was sure right about that. I turned around and there was this giant, potato-like dick that didn't seem to be possible. It was so pale and weird. I marveled and couldn't even really tell if he was cut or not. So odd. "Well. If you don't kiss it, my feelings will be hurt." I leaned over a kissed the underside of the head and reached one hand out to feel his nut sack. It was tight and wrinkly, and the texture was similar to the bottom of rain boot. "Lloyd! You can't make the poor guy try to take that. He's new and you'll make him suffer. BACK OFF!" Lloyd stepped away from my face and hand. Carl was the boss here, I guess. "Give him to me for a little. Hey, Matt....want to kiss the lip tattoo?" Yes. I crawled over and put my lips directly on the ink. I thought about how many times I'd heard the phrase 'kiss my ass' without ever picturing it as an actual activity. I smooched his butt cheek and reached around to his crotch with one hand. He was hard as slab of marble. "Move to my crack, OK?" I did. I inhaled the man musk and wasn't the least bit offended. I rubbed my nose up and down the crevice -- knowing my mouth on his hole. I had never imagined I'd like it as much as I did. It wasn't so much the smell or the taste that was appealing as much as it was servicing someone confident and in charge. "Oh damn, that's gonna get me off! I...damn!" I pulled away only because I wanted him to cum a different way. "I guess we're not in the doghouse anymore, Carl. He might even be into us." "Yeah...he's pretty horned up. I'm going to take him to my room now." "Can I join you...or at least watch?" Lloyd sounded like a kid begging his dad for a toy. "We'll see. Leave us in private for a little while. Come on, Matt. Let's go play around." I followed naked Carl to a dim room. The bed was neatly made and there was a cozy lamp already on next to it. This had all been planned. I was grinning on the inside. "Take your clothes off...let me get a look at what I've got here." I did. Quickly, giving away how eager I was. "Wow." he said as he rubbed my chest and shoulders. "You're skin is so smooth. Nice dick too. Turn around and let me see that ass. Oh FUCK! That's so cute and tiny. Shit!" He maneuvered me to the bed and lied me flat on my back. I suppose there was no going back now. He then climbed on top of me and his nude weight pushed me deeper down into the mattress. I felt his dick rub against mine as we kissed. If this was all there was to fucking, I'd still say I loved sex. I mean it. I didn't need anything more. But of course we had just started. "You've never been fucked before?" "I have once. My very first boyfriend fucked me when I was 21. It didn't feel all that great, but at least we used a condom. I thought I loved him." I couldn't believe that, with everything that was happening just then, I was talking about that jerk. "Did you use lube?" "Yeah. KY." "Oh, there's way better stuff now. What about poppers?" "No. I've heard about that. I know what it is." "We'll probably need some and I've got a new bottle ready to go if you need it." "Sorry I'm so clueless about everything, Carl." "Shh. I'm about to give you so many clues about so many things. Hold on." He got up off the bed and rifled through a dresser drawer. My eyes were shut, but when I felt his weight back on the bed I opened them. "Since you're not all that broken in yet, the easiest position for us will be where you're on your hands and knees. Yeah. Like that. Now pull your knees closer as close to the front as you can. Good." I felt vulnerable and exposed. And then he was rubbing some oily lotion around my butt hole. He was working his finger inside of me. "Does that hurt?" "No. It's not bad." "Goddamn, you are really tight. You need to be opened up all over again. Let me try two fingers..." Now that hurt a little. "Relax, baby. I need to get at least three fingers in there before we can do anything more." He shifted a little and produced a little brown bottle with the cap off. "Inhale through one nostril ...as deeply as you can. Good. One more. How you feelin' now?" My head lifted into the clouds as my body sank into a warm lake. I was relaxed at the same time I was keenly aware of my nerve endings. The nerve endings in my ass wanted him to never take those fingers away. My heart was beating in a faster and deeper like a disco song's bass line. I was aware that Carl was taking his own sniffs of that magic potion now. I kept my eyes closed because I was really digging the flashing dots showing themselves, encouraging me. I lifted my head again and asked him for a few more whiffs. "Okay...but how about just one for now. I've got four fingers in you already." Wow. At that second I would have taken five or six. I took more deep huff and everything I loved about the effects doubled. I almost cried when he slowly took his fingers out little by little. I was almost in mourning for that sensation when He poked the hot head of his big dick between my butt cheeks. I felt a little jolt of pain try to get my attention, but I willed it leave me alone. "Get ready. Take one more sniff, OK?" He let me have three inhales. That little hurt I'd felt was so far gone beneath of the sound of blood flowing past my eardrums. "Here we go." And then he drilled all the way inside of me. Shit! This pain was harder to fight back. It felt like his cock was three foot long and was hitting my neck from down there. I cried out a little, but he rescued me with the sacred bottle to smell. "Fuck, man....this is so fucking nice. Here -- can you hold the bottle. Take as much as you need." Oh, I sure did. The bed moved again as I felt Lloyd's hands on the side of my head. He was squatting down in front of me on the bed. How perfect! He pushed the head of that freakish penis up to my lips. The two of them didn't say a word to each other. I was just a pleasure object to these men and I loved that idea. Carl picked up the pace of his thrusting and was breathing heavily. It didn't occur to me at that moment that I had two HIV+ weapons plugged into me. It was just about the love my whole body was feeling. Every single cell. "Lloyd, Buddy, are you getting close?" "Almost, You?" "I'm gonna fucking shoot ....NOW!" He heaved and then was still like a statue. "Cum on his back." A few seconds later I felt heavy drops of Lloyd's hot semen puddle onto my spine. "Good job." Carl drug his fingers through it and scooped some onto his shaft that had partly pulled out out of me. He plowed back in and the mixture of their hot loads were pounded up inside of my ass. "Just keeping it all in the family," They both laughed. We collapsed in a pile and I my ass empty again. The slush of so much cum, sweat and probably blood was not comfortable. We were a trio of funky brothers sleeping in a post-lust pile. At some point, I had a cramp in my shoulder from sleeping in such a weird position. I needed the bathroom anyway, so I peeled myself away from the heap of men. The bathroom was neat and clean for something shared by two males. I had dried blood/goo on my backside, and I cleaned up with wet toilet paper. My butt was aching, but in an almost wonderful way. I stepped into the hall and Lloyd was right there to meet me. "Everything OK?" He was naked and still beautiful. "Yeah. My shoulder hurts and I think I'm going to crash on your couch if that's alright." "No problem. I can only get good sleep when I'm all alone in bed. I'll bring you some stuff." He came back with a pillow, blanket and a pair of cotton shorts. "In case you don't like to sleep nude. Want some socks?" "No. Thanks. This is all I need." I was suddenly very tired. "Let me get you all tucked-in, Matt." He fussed and made sure I was comfortable. This felt better. I watched his ass as he walked away. "Hold on." He came back with a glass of water and a bunch of antacid tablets. "In case you get stomach acid from the wine. Carl always does." "Thanks, man." He knelt right next to me with his face a few inches from mine. "I need to tell you something else." I got scared all of the sudden. More surprises? "You need to know that your pal Theresa helped us get you. She and Carl are friends from back during his drug days. They don't get along very well, but she obviously owed him big favors for something. Holy shit. I hope this was the last plot twist. "Are you mad?" "I feel like an idiot. I mean, I'm happy that this night happened, but I always confided in her and trusted her. She was my best friend -- 'was' being the key word." "That's between her and Carl. I didn't know it was a set-up until that night after you two left. Well, I'm going to go sleep in my own bed. We can all talk about it more in the morning. Carl gave us both the day off. Me and him, I mean." And then I was alone in the dark, the almost dark. We'd left the TV on and it was a blue 'menu' screen. I liked the light. I let sleep overtake me -- with no thoughts about the possible consequences of what I'd done earlier. There was plenty of time for that later. I slept better than I have in months. In the morning we all sat at the kitchen table in our half-dressed state. There was casual chatter mixed in with serious talk. We had so much to discuss because they'd both decided that they wanted me to come back and see if we could all have a repeat. I was more than agreeable. NOW It's still hard for me to believe that this all happened two decades ago. We are all still together and all doing fine. Gay marriage is legal now, but not for three men. Still, we consider ourselves all to be 'husband and husband and husband'. We live in a different house even though their old one meant so much to me. I never talked to Theresa again and I have no idea where she is now. I realized I will always be stupid enough to believe in love, but at least I'd found it.

K, so, I recently moved in with my cuzin and her kid a couple weeks ago...since then...I've had to get my lazy ass up every morning, early as fuck, to take her to work and take little Jacob (aka Jacob Jr. or "JJ") to his dad's...long story short...JJ's dad's loaded me up a couple times...most recently, this morning lol....oh and did I mention JJ's dad has another gf lol. So, it all started last week on Tuesday...like usual I dropped off my cuzin at work and took JJ to his dads. Well, when I got to JJ's dads place JJ was asleep so I carried him into his dad's room and laid him on the bed...but of course as soon as I laid him down he kinda woke up and started crying...so I laid there for a minute to put him back to sleep (btw JJ is 4yo lol). Once he fell back to sleep I got up real slow and started to walk out of the room...that's when JJ's dad stood in the doorway with an obvious semi hard on lol and wouldn't let me pass. Nothing like creepy or anything just like kinda blocked the door way to where I kinda had to scoot past him in a way that he rubbed against me lol..... ok so a little back story on JJ's dad (aka Jacob Sr. or Jake)...when he was dating my cuzin I always thought he was so hot...ugh...but truly never thought he liked me cuz he would be an ass to me sometimes...like say stuff about being gay or making gay jokes...shit like that. So I figured he was pretty much straight...although, he did flash his cock to me one time when he was drunk as fuck lol...but so was I, so it was like whatever lol....besides my cuz saw him do it and she sorta laughingly scolded him...you know how that goes....ANYWAY.... so...once I got past him I still had to go get JJ's diaper bag and car seat from the car...so I did that and came back in...this time tho...when I got back in...Jake was pretty much fully hard as fuck lol (oh and yeah...he was high lol)....now...I'd like to say I was like OMG whats wrong with you lol...but come on lol.....so as I was putting the stuff down he asked if I wanted a hit (420) ...I was like fuck it sure...ended up taking a few more hits and got super fucking horny, like I usually do lol.........and like all of a sudden I got up all fast and said omg where's JJ...I went to the room real fast and he was still asleep (LOL I was so high and paranoid LOL)...anyway as I came back into the living room Jake was laying on the couch totally naked and hard as fuck...I sorta giggled and he said you want another hit...so I sat on the floor next to him and he started stroking his cock...omg I wanted it so bad...and without a word I knelt next to the couch, grabbed his cock and started sucking on it...ugh it tasted so good....after a little while he sat up and said come here and lifted me up off the floor....he spit on his hand...rubbed it on his cock...spit again on his hand and rubbed it on and in my hole...and he sat me down on his cock...omg fuck....finally when I was all the way down I started riding it up and down real slow...hearing him moan was soo hot.....so after a few minutes of that he told me to get up and he had me kneel on the couch with my chest against the back of the couch and then fucked me so fucking hard omg damn...like seriously his balls were slapping against my ass so hard....and after about 10min or so he grunted so loud and pushed in me as deep as he could and busted his nut deep in my hole mmmm fuckin omg it felt soo good.... sadly...hes one of those kinda guys that are like ok you need to leave now lol....but whatever...I got what I wanted and so did he....AND...he's had it a few more times since the first time lol...this morning being the last time ....cant wait till his next load mmmm hehe

On a Slamming bing...lately I cannot stop slamming. I want to inject myself everyday and take AIDS loads everyday from strange cock. Slamming and getting my hole filled with AIDS...that is fucking beautiful. I serve all AIDS and wasting away dudes, looks don't matter just feed my hole whatever you got. I am full blown for the fourth time and it makes me want to slam more and take raw cock everyday. I want to be a male hooker, selling my hole in exchange for slams and AIDS loads.>>FUCK YEAH! SLAM AND BREED ON....

This sort of behavior, deciding that sex offenders of whatever sort should be ostracised from society completely does farm more harm than good. These sex offenders in many cases did absolutely disgusting and awful things, yes. However if you don't allow them places to live and work they are far far far more likely to re-offend. Without healthy outlets for a normal life they can only stew in their own minds and will spend most of that time angry and really fucking horned up. I've in my time seen what I'd call "ghettos" of men who have committed these kinds of crimes and others. Living closely together in hotels or low cost housing cause it's all they can afford and the only place they can live. Surrounded by other angry horny recovering sex offenders and other ex-felons. Yeah that just magnifies what's already churning in their heads. Let the guy work at KFC, let him have a place to live and watch the fucker. Keep a close eye on him as he struggles to fit into the real world. The further you push him away the harder it is to see what he's up to and the more likely it is that it's gonna be something really bad.

Thanks guys. I wrote once, this story had an alternative end. Michael would have been actually snuffed in the story final. Then I changed it and he was rescued somehow by this leather daddy. The picture of him, driving into the sunrise marked the end of many chapters. Now he experiences more adventures and it is nice to see, that some of you enjoy this developement. It is nice to read your comments.... I enjoy that very much.

THANK YOU "negbtm" ...you put it so well and answered the question .... As I always say to many who ask, a HIV+ man on meds, who is undetectable is safer than so many who we meet and claim that they are negative but haven't been tested in decades or ever, but live an active sex-life...

Predators and prey (Part 10) Predators and prey (Part 10) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Michael recovered slowly from the traumatic rape, which happened to him a few nights ago. Steven was busy working as a doctor in a hospital, and because of his long working shifts, he didn’t see him that often. Matt was the one, who took care of Michael, but he felt that he was not welcome. One morning Matt was preparing the breakfast for the boy. He pissed into the teapot, before mixing it with the hot water. Of course he didn’t forget to add some teabags. Then he prepared some scrambled eggs and blew his nose into the pan. It was so wicked, but it was Matt’s morning routine for the new ‘guest. He loved the idea, that Michael would drink and eat some of his waste. Michael’s room was quite dreary with only a bed, a small table and one chair. There was no window. Michael never knew, if it was day or night. Matt insisted there would be no television, radio or newspaper. The door had to be locked at any time and the boy got sedated heavily for his own goods. That was helpful, because this way Matt could abuse the guy regularly and throw some fucks into his body. Matt had convinced his boyfriend, that it would be dangerous, if the Michael would escape and inform the cops about this residence. They didn’t know, what was going on in Michael’s mind. Steven decided, they would to get him back to his feet and then set him free. Matt unlocked the door and brought the breakfast in. He served it on a small tablet. “Hey… you… wake up! Breakfast time….” he put the tablet down at the table. Then he pinched the boy’s sensitive nipples. Michael moaned in his drugged state. The effect of the drugs subsided and he could smell the food. He was hungry and so he stuffed some pillows beneath his back and received the tablet. Matt sat there with his leg spread widely. You could clearly see his nice package. “Thank you for the food. It tastes great.” Mike smiled cutely. “Yeah… drink your tea also….” Matt answered. He watched the boy picking up the cup and sipping the tea. It was still hot. Matt fondled his penis through the fabric of his pants openly and smiled. “I really appreciate, that you are taking care of me. I hope I will be on my feet soon. I am still aching you know? My butthole never seems to heal. Is that normal? I thought after a while it wouldn’t hurt so bad. But it is still hurting me a lot!” Michael blabbered. Matt thought about last night, when he visited the youngster to fuck him roughly. No wonder his ass would not heal up so fast. He was molesting him almost every night and every day. As soon as the pills would knock him out, he would bang the boy’s asshole without mercy. It was fun. Although the lad was almost comatose, he still felt the pain obviously. “It is so boring in here. Can I spend some time with you in the kitchen or so? Maybe I could socialize with some of your friends” the young boy asked. “Nah…. well maybe I could call some guys for you… if you insist!” After getting the twink back into his bed he actually called one of his friends. His name was Dean and he was a nasty POZ top. He was in his 40’s already, but had a trained body and a 9 incher in his pants. “Yeah… he is Steven’s patient. But 18 years old only and he was quite abused on a bareback party. Maybe you want to charge him up a little bit?” He mixed the truth with some lies, to make sure, that Dean would want to fuck the teen. 30 Minutes later the doorbell rang. Dean looked hot in his tight black jeans. His bulge was already bigger than usual, so Matt guessed Dean was already hot to share his toxic semen. “Don’t tell him, you are here to fuck him. I will sedate him with some pills first. Then you can use him, as hard as you wish.” Matt whispered. He unlocked the door and both guys entered the room, which was more like a cell. Dean just took one look at Michael and he started already massaging his dick through his jeans. Matt leaned against the wall, while Dean moved away the blanket and realized the twink was absolutely naked underneath. Michael felt a bit intimidated. “Michael… this is one of my friends. His name is Dean and he wanted to know you better.” “Hello Dean…” Michael whispered. “Hello faggot. You are a faggot, right? I can smell it, that you are….” Dean snarled dangerously. Michael looked very scared now. This aggressive behavior pushed him back into this fatal night, when he was raped and hurt seriously. Dean recognized this was not a good start and so he switched his appearance immediately. “Listen… I didn’t want to scare you. I turn that way sometimes. No need to be afraid of me.” Dean grinned, but he still looked dangerous. The boy looked at the huge guy suspiciously. “Will he rape me?” Michael addressed his question to Matt. “No… No, of course not, you are safe here. You wanted someone to talk to… that’s why he is here. But this has to be our secret” Matt explained. Subsequently he smacked Dean over his head to reinstate some composure. The new ‘friend’ took a seat. He edged the chair away from the bed, screeching the chair legs and parted his legs far apart. This way Michael could see the huge bulge in full view. “You must be very ill, Matt told me. You got to stay all day in bed?” Dean asked casually. “Well… I feel much better now. I don’t have to be in bed all day long, but mostly I am, because I am tired very often” Michael replied. “Okay… so if you are not tired now, why don’t you take a seat with me?” “There is only one chair…. and you are sitting in that chair” the twink responded. “Oh…. you are right…. but look how much space there is in front of me. You could kneel here, between my legs… then we would be a bit closer. You and I” Dane smiled. “Come on… don’t be afraid. I promise to you, I won’t attack you.” “O… ok.” Michael wrapped the blanket around him like a robe and got out of the bed. He kept some distance and knelt in front of Dean who smiled down at him with a pearl white shark grin. “Move a bit closer boy. Let us get acquainted. Use your hands and place them on my knees. That’s harmless, but we will get a connection.” Dean suggested. Michael slid closer to Dean, but in order to place his hands at the requested spot, he had to let go of the blanket. It fell down to the floor and finally showed his nudity. “Do you feel better now” Dean asked in a monotonous voice. The twink nodded uncertainly. “So what happened to you?” Dean asked. Immediately the boy got totally stiff and looked extremely frightened. He summarized that he was raped and beaten and that Steven had rescued him. “How did you get into that situation” Dean wanted to know. “I went to this place by myself” Michael sniffed. “So it was your fault that you got raped. You went there all by yourself. No one forced you to… hum?” The pup lowered his head. “I wanted sex… but I didn’t know they would hurt me so bad.” was the boy’s defense. “True… but in the end, it was you who chose to look for trouble” Dean retorted. “Believe me, talking about this stuff will help you to accept, that it is not always the fault of the other one. You got to accept the facts and ask yourself why you did it in the first place.” Dean felt like his pants would rip any second now. His cock was so hard, it was almost unreal. Michael was not so responsive at the moment. “I will tell you a secret, how you can relax your body and soul within a minute. But you must be open for new things – ok?” Dean asked calmly. “Do you know, when do Babies have their happiest hour?” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “They are carefree, when they suckle on their mother’s tits. Did you know that?” “As an adult you can get the same experience, all you need is something you can suckle on. Come closer between my legs” Dean ordered. Michael’s hands were almost placed now next to Dean’s enormous bulge. “Believe me – this is not sexual, and you don’t have to suck my dick. I am here to help you on your way and give you a good feeling” Dean used nice word, but his eyes were totally emotionless. He just wanted to free his cock. “Open my jeans…. open my belt slowly and then every button – take your time…” he almost whispered those words in a soothing way. “Don’t force me to suck you please” the lad begged, while working on the buttons. “I won’t – I promised you. You see my briefs? Do you see where my cock ends? Start to suckle on my briefs. I know you think this is probably sucking, but it is not. My cock is still covered. This will help you calm you down. You are not in danger, but you will almost feel like a little baby again…” Dean continued whispering. Very slowly Michael raised himself up a little bit and lowered his head to Dean’s white briefs. He could see the huge cock glans underneath the fabric and licked across it with his tongue. Then he half engulfed it with his mouth and started to suckle as he was told. Matt observed the whole scene and saw Dean was crossing his arms behind his head and seemed to be very pleased. “Do you feel it, how this is calming you down already? Concentrate on sucking my dick” “U-huuu” We heard the smacking sounds, and even Matt was jerking his cock through his pants right now. “Did you wear tight jeans that night?” “U-huuu” Michael confirmed that. “So you wanted the guys to get horny for your ass. And you were looking for some dicks. It was not the tops fault, that it got all out of hand… in the end you were responsible for the outcome. You and your faggot ass” The lad continued to suckle on Dean’s cock, while listening to his logic. He had already Dean’s cock taste in his mouth. Dean was leaking precum like a faucet and Michael sucked that all up. He sucked and swallowed his tormentor’s toxic precum. “You simply have to accept the fact, that you are a faggot and that you deserve such brutal treating” Matt talked softly to Michael, that it would be time for his pills. As soon, as he heard that he turned to Matt and looked at him sadly. Slowly he got up and went back to his bed. Matt handed him the glass of water and a few different pills. “You feel better now?” Dean asked the boy. He nodded gingerly. “I need to sleep…. now….” Michael stammered. He closed his eyes, as if he wouldn’t be able to keep them open any longer. “He will be out in two minutes” Matt explained. Dean nodded and got up. He started pulling his shirt over his head. Michael opened his eyes again slowly and looked very tired. Although he saw, that Dean wore no shirt anymore, he couldn’t connect these things anymore. “Thanks…. for your visit… and your… help *sighs*” Dean kicked his shoes off and started to get out of his pants while grinning evilly at the lad. “Maybe I can… suckle on your… cockhead again… soon *closes his eyes again*” “Don’t worry. You will do that and so much more….” Dean answered coldheartedly. “You can get between his legs now… he won’t remember a thing from now on” Matt stated without any empathy. Dean grunted as he got on the bed. He raised Michael’s legs and rested them on his shoulder. He wanted to give the boy and long and brutal ride. He forced his rigid stiff cock down into Michael’s tight and narrow asshole in a fast and ramming motion. This was too good to be true…

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

It has been about ten years since I graduated from college and I guess that's why this encounter entered my mind recently. I used to jerk off to the memory of it for awhile, but thankfully my lust for barebacking and cummy adventures has filled my brain with lots of spankable material. Still, when I think back to this occasion, I still get pretty hard. I was a Resident Assistant for two years in college and I loved it because not only am I social person, but also because I got to have my own room and bathroom. It was the perfect situation for me as at that time I was a 'straight' college student at a big southern state school - a way to get to know a bunch of people but still get my own privacy when I needed it. Of course I principally needed a private room so I could jerk off. If I needed to fuck and dump a load in a nice ass, I went online and found a bottom somewhere in the vicinity who needed to be bred and who could also host. I don't exactly know when I became a barebacker, although looking back I suppose the attraction stemmed from my first anal experience. I frequently went to an adult book store to get head through a glory hole. I had discovered the ABS in my freshman year. It was far from campus so I wasn't all that concerned about running into anyone I knew from school, and as I was usually successful in getting a blowjob, I began to visit the place regularly. In any event, on the occasion of which I'm thinking, I was in a booth at the ABS and was receiving a particularly good blowjob through the glory hole. I was approaching orgasm when the mouth pulled away. Somewhat surprised, I withdrew my cock from the hole, and crouched down, peered into the hole, whereupon I heard the guy on the other side say "unlock your door." I did and within seconds the cocksucker stepped into my cubicle with me. He was a small framed Latino. His body and ass were quite furry, which I found a major fucking turn-on. He gestured that I should take a seat in the chair, my pants and underwear around my ankles. When I was in position he sat on my raw hard cock until I was balls deep inside him as he stared into my eyes. He rode me until I felt my orgasm build and suddenly burst inside him. I plainly saw how his eyes got wide and glazed over with satisfaction and animal-like lust. I was hooked: I was a top who bred bottoms. And believe me, every bottom I encountered craved my thick raw cock, especially 'cause my cock head always swelled to generous proportions just as I shot my large load deep in the bottom's guts. I also think the curve of my cock must have played the bottom's prostate like a fiddle. I quickly discovered I had only to fuck a bottom once before he would be addicted to my thick curve and he would beg for my cock. Yeah, once I entered a guy, his ass would belong to me. One particular college night, I was especially horny and needed a good bottom in whom to unload. I went online to Craigslist and found a 40 year old bottom who was, in the words of his posting, "looking to take as much college dick and cum as I can." I sent him a pic of my cock and my stats and waited. Within a few minutes he sent me his hotel and his room number with some pics. I checked out his pics; nice lean, masculine frame, salt'n'pepper hair, moderately hairy with a relatively hairless ass with a very furry crack. He said he'd meet me naked on all fours with the door propped open and that he might find another top to join. I got ready and headed his way. I arrived at the hotel and found the door ajar. I went inside and immediately could smell the familiar scent of masculine sweat, lube, and cum. This hole had been used. "Got a cummy ass for me?" I asked as I loudly undid my belt buckle (bottoms love that part...always see them either excitedly re-position like a puppy who knows it's getting a their bodies tremble and their asshole winks. Either one gets my dick hard) "Got two loads so far...you college boys are hungry." I had finished undressing, leaving on only my backward hat with my school's logo proudly displayed, and placed my large hand on his ass. He shook with pleasure. "Suck my cock and get it ready for your cummy pussy," I ordered. He moaned and dove for my cock. The moment it passed through his lips and he began to feel the girth and the length, he let out a animal-like grunt and instinctively arched his back to raise his furry-cracked bubble ass higher. I could see the glistening wetness on his slightly-open hole in the dim light of the hotel room as he continued to feast on my cock, moaning and grunting like a good little fuck pig. This pig needed more seed. The pigs cell phone on the bed next to him began to ring. He pulled off my cock "Sorry, sir, it's the other college guy top who's going to breed me with you--if you don't mind, sir." "Answer the phone so you can get back on my cock, pig." He answered the phone and it was clear the kid was asking for directions and this guy didn't know the city. He looked at me "Can you help him find this place?" I took the phone in one hand and grabbed the back of the pigs head with my other and guided his mouth back to my cock. I spoke into the phone. "Hey, I've got this pig hungrily slurping on my cock but his cummy butt needs more cock in it. Where are you so we can get you in one of these holes and make this pig a happy cumdump?" The voice on the phone hesitated at first, but when he spoke it was clear he was horny as fuck. "I just need to figure out how to get there from where I'm at--I'm new this semester." "I've got your welcome present here--don't forget the balls, pig--if you want a big load you better worship those balls, too. Okay, so where are you?" I talked with the other top about where he was and quickly directed him to where he was going. He was only five minutes away. "The door is still ajar, come in and shut it and get undressed before you fully enter the room. I want you ready to take over this mouth the second you walk in, because I need to reward this bitch for slurping on my cock so much by driving this thick curve deep in that wet hole." "You got it, man. Sounds so hot." I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. The pig kept slurping on my cock as he held up a bottle of poppers. I took a huge hit and let the warmth and hunger wash over me as the cumdump took a few hits and hungrily returned to slobbering on my thick cock, savoring the precum and moaning like a fucking bitch. I heard the door open and heard the new college top fumbling with his clothes. He was a bit nervous, which wasn't all that surprising. I was prepared to take charge and get him where he needed to go, and honestly, I was sure once the college top felt the cock sucker's mouth he would be hooked. At that moment the college top entered. Glancing up I realized I knew him. He had recently moved to my floor, and I had casually spoken to him a couple of times. He was a quiet kid who mostly stayed to himself. A musician, if I remembered correctly. I remember thinking when I met him, that I thought he was cute, but I hadn't obsessed over him, after all, I was outwardly straight. But here we both were, both naked, in a hotel room, both of us were completely hard (and I noticed, his cock was also quite impressive. Once he recognized me, he was also clearly completely mortified and seemed a bit bit frozen, unsure of how to handle the situation. So I took charge. "Pig, you've had enough of my cock - at least for now. If you want my cock in that ass, go show our friend here how hungry you are for cock." The cumdump immediately got off the bed where he had been on all fours sucking my cock and rushed in front of my resident. Without hesitating, he dove onto the other guy's cock, loudly moaning and slurping like a slut. I watched as the panic melted away to pleasure and I walked over to the guys and presented a bottle of poppers under my resident's nose. He took a deep hit in both nostrils and immediately I saw it in his eyes--the hungry glazed look of a barebacker. He was ready. "On the bed on all fours, cumdump," I ordered. The 40 year old man quickly complied, making sure his back was arched to make his ass and mouth more appealing to the two college tops he was pleasuring. I looked at my resident asking "You want mouth or ass?" He smiled, "I want ass. I know I'll cum if I watch you fuck him and I want to breed him, especially if he's got some loads in him already." I climbed on the bed and got comfortable and the bottom immediately got to work sucking my cock. He was so excited knowing he was about to get fucked. My resident hesitated a second "Is there lube?" "He's got two loads in his ass. Just eat him out a bit to get him wet and push it in." I watched as my resident got between the bottom's legs, spread his ass cheeks, and went to town eating that cummy hole. The excessive moaning and flourishes he used on my cock made it clear he was quite happy, and was properly thanking me for arranging double fuck session. My resident, meanwhile, unquestionably loved eating cummy ass. I took some satisfaction in thinking I would have fun with the quiet musician who lived down the hall. Yeah, I was going to have fun with this boy. "Now fuck him. I'd say the bitch has earned a few more loads." I love being able to see the face of both bottom and the top when a top first slides his cock into a cummy-holed slut. The ecstasy and hunger the resident and cumdump were experiencing was abundantly tangible, so I took a large hit of poppers and begin to face fuck the bottom. He loved every second of the spit-roasting, and from the grunts coming from the top, I suspected he would barely last five minutes, so I paused in face-fucking the bottom so he can really enjoy my cock on his terms. I'd like to think each tongue-flick and oral massage of my cock was his way of thanking me. While he was enjoying the resident's cock, he knew he belonged to me. The cumdump could tell, even before I penetrated his hole, that my cock was special. He was a true cumdump. I looked up as the resident was practically howling, knowing he was about to cum. I withdrew from the cumdump's mouth, walked around the bed so I was directly behind the resident, allowing my hard cock head to rest against his ass cheek as I leaned in close behind him and quietly ordered the resident to "Load him. Load up the cumdump. I'm going to fuck him and I want your load deep in his guts while I'm filling him up. Give him your warm, thick load." I also ordered the cumdump to "Beg for that load, bitch. Tell him that you want it." And beg he did. The 40 year old begged and pleaded for that load like a true cumdump. The resident, meanwhile, was about to go over the edge, so I took the bottom about his waist and pulled him back so that the resident was completely balls-deep. Then, at just the right moment, I grunted in the resident's ear "Shoot that load." I could feel his body spasm as he came, wave after wave of orgasm hitting him as the cumdump moaned and thanked him over and over again. When he was done cumming, the resident pulled out with a wet "plop" and collapsed on his back on the bed next to the cumdump. I immediately grabbed the cumdump by the waist with both hands and spit on my cockhead. Placing my cock at the entrance to his wet, hot, cummy hole, I slid my entire eight inch shaft deep into his guts. The noise the cumdump made was unlike any I'd heard him: it was a deep, guttural groan that seemed to escape from deep in his gut. He was truly a bitch in heat. I took my time enjoying the cummy wetness of his warm guts as I pounded his ass, using every stroke to caress and massage the hole so that it began to naturally form to the shape of my cock. As I owned his ass, the cumdump eventually coaxed the resident to scoot up on the bed so he could suck his semi-hard cock while in the daze of the poppers and the pleasure of my cock filling his cummy hole. I felt my orgasm building as I watched the resident's cock growing harder in the cumdump's mouth and watching as the cumdump hungrily started really working for a load in his mouth, sensing another load would soon be deposited in his ass. He pushed back and met each thrust while giving focused attention to the cock in his mouth. As I said, he was a true cumdump, and most definitely was earning his cummy rewards. I unloaded in his ass moments before the resident unloaded in his mouth and felt the cumdump's body shivering as he felt my cockhead swell and release a giant load into his guts. His ass was filled to the brim with cum, and as the resident began to flood his mouth the cumdump laughed around the dick as he moaned and savored each drop. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out slowly and felt the cum following my dick. When my cockhead popped out of the cumdump's well used asshole, a splatter of cum came out and landed on the hotel bedspread. In a flash, the resident dove on the cummy hole, licking and slurping up the cum and ass juices leaking out. "Push some of it back in" the bottom begged. "Please give me the seed." Scooping up some of the cum on my cock head, I slid my dick, which was still quite hard, back into his cummy ass. The resident kept his face right there by the hole, watching and breathing on my cock as if to make sure each drop of cum remained in the cumdump's hole. The bottom, for his part, clamped down on my cock when I withdrew, ensuring the multiple loads he had taken would not be lost. The resident immediately took my cummy cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. I smiled in satisfaction as he enjoyed servicing my cock for a few moments before I withdrew from his mouth. "Come on, we've got to go. I'm sure this cumdump has more tops on the way." "Just a couple," the bottom answered. I noticed his cummy asshole seemed to wink in agreement. The resident and I quickly dressed, so we were ready to leave at the same time. Just before I opened the door to leave, I looked over my shoulder at the cumdump and said "Thanks, cumpdump, you did a good job." With that, resident and I walked out. He didn't say anything until we were in the elevator. "Will this change anything at the dorms? Cuz I'm not really out," he asked with a hesitant voice. "Hey, nothing's going to change," I replied with a reassuring smile, "except that you're going to suck a load out of my cummy dick when we get back to the dorms." From his smile, I had the feeling he had decided a little change wasn't such a bad thing. This is my first story on here. Let me know if you guys enjoyed and I should keep writing...I have PLENTY of other great stories up my sleeves (or up someone's ass)

I can still feel it in me. It's kinda scary, but everytime I think about a throbbing cock entering me bare I get rock hard. I still haven't mustered up the nerve to go to a bathhouse, and am loving public exhibitionism. It's starting to get cold here, so I can't go outside back to the park I took my first load in. I decided to try my luck tonight at a pool's sauna. I'd read about guys hooking up there on craigslist, mostly jerking off, so I figured why not give it a shot. I went about an hour before the sauna closed. After cooking for about 20 minutes in the sauna alone I took a shower, and headed back into the sauna. I wasn't alone this time. Bit of a stocky cub, mid 30's, he had some scruff on his face, a bushy brown hairy chest, and what looked like a cut cock in his wet white speedos. Score! I love stocky guys, and I love speedos. Even better when the two are combined I tried not to stare for too long, not that he appeared to notice. He was lying on his back with one arm behind his head. I sat down fairly close to him. What harm could it do? His cock looked gorgeous in his wet speedos. Looked like he had quite the set of balls on him too. He caught me staring a couple times, whenever he looked over I would quickly look away. At one point I swear his cock looked like it was getting bigger. It was hard to tell though since I wasn't wearing my glasses. I got fairly hard quickly. I had worn my own speedo, black with a blue stripe on the side. It has a built in cock ring, so everything was enhanced. I decided to try my luck, and lay down in a similar position to him, on my back on a lower tier. If he wanted to he could look down and see my entire body, raging hardon and all. Problem was I couldn't see much unless I lifted my head. I think I was lying down for less than a minute when I heard some shuffling. Then I felt something rubbing against my foot. I almost jumped. I looked down and he was stroking my foot softly, with a grin on his face. His other hand reached into his speedos and brought out his cock. He started stroking it, and it looked fairly thick. I whipped my own cock out and we started to jerk off together. We both sat up and started kissing for awhile. I kept glancing over at the door to the sauna, worried that someone might come in. He could sense I was nervous, and he told me not to worry, that there weren't many people left in the pool this close to closing. What the hell, I thought. I went down on him and he started to moan. He was precumming, and I licked every drop up. I started to work his shaft and balls, then he pulled me up and kissed me again. He glanced at the door, then back to me. He stood up quickly, and I thought he heard someone coming, so I started to pull up my speedos. He chuckled and held my hands down. He stood up, got behind me, pulled down my speedos all the way, and started rimming me. Oh god it felt great. He got up and asked me if he could fuck me. I asked him if he was clean, and he said yeah. I guess he took that as a yes, because then I felt his cock press up against my hole. I haven't taken a cock this thick before, and there was quite a bit of pain when he started pushing in. I tried to relax, and he pulled back a bit. He spit on my ass, then on his cock, and tried again. He managed to work his way in a bit, and I tried not to call out in pain. He pressed my body close to his and whispered in my ear to relax. Slowly he eased it in all the way. He wasn't very long which helped. He grabbed on to my hips and started thrusting in and out. He didn't fuck me for long when I felt his body shudder. I could tell he was cumming and I started freaking out. I was in a sauna in a public pool with some stranger cumming in my ass. It was the same terror I felt the first time I took a load, but the fear didn't last as long. It was honestly probably only a fleeting moment, but it still happened. When he was done he pressed himself close to me. We were both sweating profusely from the heat in the sauna. I felt something dripping out of my ass and figured he must have shot a pretty big load in me. I jerked off and came almost instantly. He smiled at me, kissed me, and left. I waited in the sauna for a few minutes, then showered and came home. I can still feel the load in me while I'm typing this. I'm hoping it'll get easier mentally to take loads in the future. This has been a great night all in all.

I just finished drinking my 4th beer (Corona), and took one of the empty bottles and filled it with my warm piss. Over the last 20 minutes, i drank the bottle of my own, strong piss. Anyone else like to drink their own piss, get ordered to drink their own piss, order others (me) to drink my own piss - and theirs as well?

TWENTY YEARS AGO Ever see pictures of yourself as a 20-something, and thought "I can't believe I was ever that young?"? I do that but I also add a "You knew NOTHING back then." as well. I really did not have a single clue when was I was 23. I'd just graduated and moved to a big city. I was gay and had my first sexual encounter with a man two months ago. He was in my technical writing class. We shyly met up for beers a few times before either of us made a move. It was safe sex all the way and not that big of a thrill. I figured we were boyfriends at that point, but we weren't. Not in his mind, anyway. I thought he was a jerk, but he was just being honest. I'd grown up my whole life thinking that gay couples followed the same path to marriage that straight people did. I'd be Joanie and find my Chachi. It would happen naturally and with no effort. It was and is confusing and painful when I got rejected. The lesson I took from the whole experience with Rico was that gay guys just fooled around and never really 'dated'. Talk about a bitter pill to swallow. I placed a single red rose on the grave of my romantic thoughts and decided to just go and have fun. I made fast friends with a girl at work. She was a chubby gal with a golden heart and a wicked sense of humor. We were always talking and laughing. I was about to confess my sexuality to her when she stopped me and said,"I know." She shrugged. "I seem to have a knack for picking gay guys." "You're the first straight person I've ever wanted to tell, Theresa." My family might not ever find out if I could help it. "I think that Brian guy in your department is gay too, but he's hiding behind Jesus." "Really? You have to teach me how to spot them." "It'll come naturally. You probably just need to go out more. I always have a blast at gay bars. You should come with me to "The Edge". My step-brother is a DJ there and I know everybody." I'd heard of the place. It was technically gay. but so hip and trendy that the young heteros had found it. "They'd never let me in there." "I'm your golden ticket, baby! We may have to go shopping first. You dress like your mom buys all your clothes. No offense." Mom actually did. "Oh. OK." "Your hair isn't so bad. The scruffy, messy look is hot now. Would you let me add a blonde streak or two?" Would I? Oh what the hell. Theresa was my fairy fagmother. "Want to come over and smoke a bowl with me after work, have a 'happy hour'?" She later arrived at my door my door with a legal pad. "What's that? Your dream journal?" "No, Funny Boy. I need to look at your wardrobe and make notes of what you need to get...which I'm guessing is a lot." She waddled straight to my bedroom and started going through my stuff. I stood there like a charity case while she looked and took notes. "Shoes is at the top of the list. You need something besides loafers and gym shoes. Boots, maybe. And some black jeans. We basically can't use anything you have. We need to hit the mall...and a few vintage stores. You need some funk, some edge." We got stoned and watched some old science fiction movie. "And my hair?.." "Oh, I'll handle that myself. I think I'm changing my mind about the blonde streak, though. We can wait until later for that. I'm going to turn you into a new Matt." That whole next week, we shopped for me. I normally just found shit in my size and bought it. Theresa made me try everything on so she could judge it. I was getting sick of her voice after a few days. We went to thrift stores and scary little consignment shops. I only had two credit cards and we killed one of them totally. I hated being so helpless when it came to fashion. I hoped that aspect of my gayness will emerge at some point. By Friday, I was so far beyond prepared that it was almost like we'd already gone out. I arrived at Theresa's apartment sometime after 8 PM. She made me come to her place because that was where she kept all the 'final touches' I'd need. I would only let her put a minimal amount of makeup on me, but let her have final say on the hair. She fussed over me and made little adjustments and then I was a finished product. I looked like a crazy convict dressed to attend a hip private school. I thought I looked ready to go trick-or-treating, but just thanked her for all her efforts. "Ready to go?" "Are you kidding? Nobody goes out this early! Let's stay here and have a few drinks...just be careful how you sit...and don't touch your face or your hair. I'll bring lip gloss with me. Settle your nerves a little, you'll sweat all my hard work away. We drank some gin and tonics and talked about everything in the world. She wanted to know if I could dance. "Not really. I dance by myself at home sometimes...but not to the kind of music you'd like." "Just don't be stiff. Move your hips a little or you'll look like a sixth-grader. If I thought you could handle it, I'd give you a little pill. We'll see. What kind of guy do you like?" "Cute, hot, casual. Sexy." "I can't guarantee there will be much 'casualness' at The Edge. Everybody there seems to love drama, but you never know. I just don't want you to get all depressed if Mr. Right isn't there tonight." "I don't believe in love. I tried to once, but I just got hurt. I'm just going out with my best friend for a few drinks." "You're not fooling me, Babe. I've tried to build a wall around my heart several times...and it crumbled over and over again." "I just want to have a good time." "OK. That's do-able. Let's go." There's no way I could describe this club that would give you the surreal impression I had when we walked in. I grabbed Theresa's hand out of panic. It was so loud and so confusing. She drug me over to a wall of mirrors and spoke into my ear. "Stay here. I'll get us a couple of drinks. Don't look so scared. Act bored if you can." I thought about the staff meetings we had at work each week -- where nothing important was ever discussed. I tried to act like I was listening to my manager talk about profits and losses or some shit. It helped me relax enough to scan the crowd. Everybody had gone through as much of a grooming ritual as I had...probably more. Perfect, pretty people. They all seemed to be having the time of their lives, throwing their heads back in laughter and kissing one another's cheeks. It seemed fake somehow. Nobody appeared to be alone. Just me....until Theresa came back with two tall drinks that were an alarming shade of blue. "I ordered vodka tonics, but I don't think he heard me right." "It's so goddamn loud in here. And I think this the same song that was playing when we walked in." "Nope. It's just not your taste. Don't hold your breath waiting for some grunge or college rock." "No kidding. Can we move somewhere quieter?" "Sorry. It only gets louder after this. They have like fifty speakers around here. I want to move us closer to the dance floor so you pick up some tips. We're going to dance eventually." It did get noisier as worked our way through the crowd. We leaned against a railing and watched the throng of dancers. I'd look like a fool out there. I saw a guy that looked so familiar. I knew him from somewhere...no...wait. He looked like somebody famous. I guess I was staring too much because he noticed. We made eye contact. I smiled too eagerly. "I see you like the cute ones," Theresa said in my ear. "You have good taste." "Doesn't he look like that one actor...the one from that movie?" "Could you be any more vague???" Maybe this electric blue drink was affecting me more than I thought. "He's a pretty good dancer. If he asks you out on the dance floor, just mirror him." "I'm not dancing tonight. One more of these drinks and I will be barely able to walk." The songs never ended...they all mixed together with no seams. How did you know when to stop? "I see some guys I know. Will you be OK here for awhile?" "Yeah. Where are the bathrooms? I need to go." "Directly behind you. I'll just be a few minutes." I carried my drink into the bathroom and put the glass on top of the urinal. I couldn't dare get piss on these pants or Theresa would kill me. I was walking out just as that guy was walking in. "Hi. Do you know who you look like?" I was so stupid. He got nervous and looked at himself in the mirror and patted down his hair with one hand. "Oh God. Who?" "Kevin Costner." He really did. A young Kevin Costner. "Oh. Wow. No way are you serious. Is it your birthday today?" "No. Why?" "You're drinking a Windex. That's what people who are celebrating or want to get really drunk have." "My friend got it for me. I think it was a mistake." "Theresa? I doubt it was a mistake." He had a beautiful smile and nice skin. "I know who she is, but we don't know each other." We left the men's room and emerged back into the crowd. I knew the song that was playing. It was that one about boys who like girls who like girls who like -- . Decent tune. He urged me out onto the dance floor. Oh God. I left my drink somewhere. I guess I'd had enough of it to not stress out about my dance abilities. It was natural and fun. At some point I saw Theresa watching us. Kevin Costner put his hands on each side of my hips and pulled me a little closer. His eyes were intense. Blazing. "Don't go falling in love," I told myself. After a the song changed, I motioned for us to please leave. I was going to introduce him to Theresa, but I didn't know his actual name and he didn't know mine. "I'm Matt, by the way." "I'm Lloyd." OK. Cool. I introduced him to my girl pal, and he was thrilled to meet her. Theresa's eyes were judging and making mental notes as she smiled pleasantly. She'd give me the scoop when we were alone. "Nice to meet you, Lloyd. Are you here with anybody?" "Just my roommate. I don't know where he went." "So he's just a roommate...not a live-in lover?" Goddamn her bluntness. "Hell no! Carl and I share rent and nothing else. He's kind of a bastard, but you can meet him if you want." I almost said there was no need, but Theresa quickly agreed. "So what's his name?" "Carl. He's a jerk, but usually good at staking out one of the few tables they have here." Sure enough, there he was at an empty table. Something about him was so striking. Tall, dark hair and pale in an almost unhealthy way. His long bony fingers were gripping a craft beer I'd never tried. Lloyd introduced us and we all settled in a circle. I offered to get us another round and Lloyd volunteered to help me. The place was getting crowded and the music was even louder which made idle chit-chat pretty difficult. We tried to shout our drink orders at the bartender and he mostly got it right. I made sure to be extra careful that I wouldn't spill something on somebody's perfect outfit. Theresa and Carl didn't seem to have much to talk about so I was glad to be back. I got the sense she didn't like Carl because she focused on Lloyd. "Do you work or are you a student?" "Both. I'm a waiter at Mazzio's and also a student at Kinney Art Institute. I work with glass mostly." "Like glass-blowing?" She was smirking on the inside. I liked drawing and cartooning, but I went to college in order to get some kind of career and some kind of life. A degree in glassblowing didn't seem like something a motivated young man would want. Maybe his family was rich. I asked Carl what he did for a living... "I work at the same place as Lloyd, but I'm the manager. I gave college about a month before I moved on. I've done some modeling, a few movies." "Really? Like what? Have I seen you in something?" "Oh, forget it," Lloyd chimed in. "He won't give any details, which makes me think it was porn." Both Carl and Theresa gave me a quick look, curious as to what my reaction would be. "Hey...whatever pays the bills. Does anybody have a cigarette?" Nobody did. I really felt the urge for one. "I'll go buy some. Is there a machine here." Carl stood up. "Yeah. I'll show you where it is. I need one too." I followed his thin frame through the crowd. "Do you come here a lot, Carl?" "No. Almost never. Lloyd comes here all the time --looking for his soul mate." "There's no such thing. If there was, he wouldn't be here." Carl flashed me a bright smile full of perfect teeth. "He's just a kid...like you. But he's still Linus waiting for The Great Pumpkin." We found the cigarette machine and I pumped in a few bills. I didn't have matches. Shit. "You don't have a light, do you?" "No. But they have matchbooks at the little bar near the door. C'mon." Once we got there, Carl reached into a mason jar and pulled out several of them. And found a pen. He lit the smokes for us as we settled down on the two empty stools left. "Let's do a shot before we go back...give your fag hag a chance to learn all she can about Lloyd." I watched his prominent adam's apple move up and down his throat as he puffed away. "So...seriously....did you do porno movies?" He didn't even blink. "Yeah. They were trashy and from a small studio never's ever heard of. It was in San Diego. I was okay-looking and have a big dick -- and did everything." "You're still very good-looking, Carl. Why did you stop?" "I caught AIDS. Most dudes in porn have it, but I never once tried to hide it. I mean, why lie?" Dear God. Part of me wanted to think I didn't hear him correctly over the loud music. But, no. "Does Lloyd know?" "Probably he's guessed. Nobody in my family or at the restaurant knows. I don't lie if someone asks, but I also don't tell many people. Just certain cool guys...like you." "I'm so not cool, Carl. I never dress like this normally. But thanks." "We should probably get back to the table or they'll think we were doing something. Here..." He handed me two matchbooks and the pen. "What do I need these for now?" "Write your phone number on the inside and give it to Lloyd. He'll ask for it later anyway. On the other one write your number and your email ... for me." I followed his instructions and gave him his while I put the one for Lloyd in my front pocket. "I guess we should go, Carl." We got back to the table and saw the suspicious faces of Theresa and Lloyd. Curiosity mixed with a bit of anger. Luckily, Carl made it all better. "We had to look forever to find matches. What did we miss?" Theresa relaxed and announced she was going to become a dyke. "Men don't want me, but I've gotten a few glances from lesbians. Sex is sex, right?" "Yeah...and that's really all there is." She leaned over to Lloyd. "He doesn't mean that...he's trying to convince himself that love isn't possible." "I hope it is," Lloyd said, looking right into my eyes. His knee touched mine while Carl's hand was on my other knee. I thought my head would explode. Theresa stood up and asked Carl to dance with her so Lloyd and I could be alone for a little while. They left and there I was with this adorable guy who believed in love. He smiled at me. "Do you work on weekends?" "Yeah. Carl goes in before they open, but I don't have yo be there until 11 AM. What do you do?" "Advertising and printing. That's how I know Theresa." "Oh yeah...she already told me that. I'm pretty buzzed right now. I don't think she likes me too much." "She's just sexually-frustrated -- like the rest of the world." "She for sure doesn't like Carl...told me that almost right away." "Why?" "Don't know. He can be damn unlikable at times. She sure adores you, though." I wondered what her thoughts about both of these guys were. I handed him the matchbook with my number right then because I knew I'd forget about it otherwise. He beamed. "Here they come. Be sure to call me sometime, Lloyd." Theresa was sweaty while Carl looked powder-dry. "Okay. I think I've burned off enough calories to justify a trip to White Castle on the way home." So I guess the evening was coming to a close. I was getting sleepy anyway. "Have a cigarette now, Matt. You can't smoke in my car." I took out one from the pack and gave one to Carl. He lit mine first and stared right into my eyes as he did it. I stared back. Aware that I was too obviously attracted to him, I turned around and gave Lloyd a wink. He smiled. "Both my mom and dad smoke, but I never have. It looks like fun -- wish I could join you." He was so sweet. Carl's hand was on my thigh, under the table. I could be sly too...I put my hand on his as Lloyd and Theresa sat there, oblivious. "We need to go too. Carl has to wake up early and I've had too much alcohol." He hadn't. really. "Theresa and I will meet you two out front in a minute so you two can say 'good bye'." Carl drilled his dark eyes into mine. I'd watch any crappy porn movie with him in it. We had a shared secret of desire, and that was better than any feelings of love. Lloyd was cute, but he didn't have his roommate's magnetism. We stood right outside the entrance and it felt painfully awkward. He was a good guy...I could see us going to dinner or to see a movie or a walk in the park. That, of course, would probably end up being a waste of time before the year was over. I wish he wasn't so shy because I am too. If he would just be a little more aggressive. "It was so nice to meet you, Matt. Did I say that already?" Did he? I don't remember because I'd been so into Carl the whole night. I suck as a person. "It was great meeting you too, Lloyd." We kissed for about three seconds. It didn't do much for me, didn't make my heart beat faster or anything. "Call me sometime." "Oh. I will. I'll call you tomorrow. Do you have plans for the weekend?" "No. Wanna come here again?" "Not at all. Let's just chill out at my place. Carl will be out all evening. I'll cook dinner and we can watch a movie." 'Sounds good," I said just as Theresa and Carl came through the door. She looked eager to leave. Carl nodded and said good bye. There was nothing hidden in his gesture. Theresa and I walked through the parking lot. "Well, I guess tonight was a big success for you, Matt. Two guys have their eye on you." "Lloyd does, maybe. We might get together tomorrow. He even wants to cook for me." She sighed. "He is very date-able. I can totally picture the two of you together, but..." "But what?" "I got to spend time alone with each of them. That Carl guy is trouble and there's just something unwholesome about him. Lloyd is cute and polite, but kind of a dud. He's mostly boring." "Yeah. He'd make a good husband for somebody. I just didn't feel anything for him except a little affection." We got inside her car and sat for a minute. "I did, however, find Carl very intriguing." "I was afraid of that...and I think Lloyd did too when you both left us for so long. And I can see why you'd be drawn to him. He's got that bad boy, Damien thing going on. Did you do anything with him?" "No! We looked around for matches and...talked a little." "Did he give you any coke? I'm sorry, but I got a drug vibe from him. I'm no baptist or anything...I just don't want you falling for this guy." "I already told you that I'm never going to 'fall' for anybody. The last time I thought I was in love, I got hurt." We got to my apartment building. "Hurt! Pffttt. Let's compare a list of hurts sometime. You're talking to someone who was called "Bratty Fatty" all through grade school...and even worse things after that." I shut up because I knew there were degrees of pain that everyone has gone through at some point in their lives. We barely said our good nights and she left. I wasn't really drunk, but I couldn't wait to crawl in bed. I slept later than I usually do on Saturday mornings. This was the time of week when I got cleaning and shopping done, but all I wanted to do now was drink coffee and think. I got dressed and had no sooner put my shoes on when the phone rang. It was only 10 AM. "Hello?" "Matt? Hi! It's Lloyd. I didn't wake you did I?" "Uh...no. Hi. What's up?" "Not much...I'm just getting ready for work. I'm off at 5, though. Short day. Want to come over tonight?" "Sure. Want to bring anything." "Nope. I got everything here. Except cigarettes...bring some if you want to smoke." He gave me the address and I wrote it down. I went to check my computer. I'd given Carl my email address, and secretly hoped he had sent me something. Anything. He had...early, early this morning. Hello Matthew Kenneth Harkner: hee hee. I did an internet search for you and didn't find anything scandalous. Shame. But I saw your company profile and almost didn't recognize you...you looked so all-American and innocent. Just kidding. I don't mind that at all. Just makes you more fun to corrupt. Lloyd talked endlessly about you and your big date tonight. Have fun. He's a good kid, but I wish you had met me first. I think you and I excite each other more. I think you think it too. I'm sending you some jpegs of me from my studio days as well as some that are more recent. Enjoy and reply after you've seen everything. I opened the file eagerly. pic #1: just a portrait shot with the name 'Houston Briggs" superimposed over his shoulders. It was copyrighted 'Raw Nerves, Inc.' pic #2: a full nude body shot of him sporting a giant boner (I'd guess it was over nine inches long) pic #3: a video still of some anonymous mouth wide open with Houston pissing in it pic #4: another video still of him fucking some blonde guy from behind pic #5: a close-up of his soft uncut dick with a visible '+' tattoo just above the trace of pubes pic #6: a shot of his hard dick with watery cum running down the shaft Damn! I had the urgent need to look at them all over again...and again. I needed to have a cigarette in the worst way. I went to the kitchen window and smoked while I thought of all the things I wanted to say in my reply. My heart was beating fast from the coffee and the nicotine and the lust. I wanted to jerk off right away. It didn't take long to come. I wouldn't remember until much later that this was the only time I'd ever masturbated in the kitchen. OK. I had to send a response and I was much calmer now. Thanks, man! You are incredibly hot! Do you have any tapes of your movies? I'd love to watch every single one. From beginning to end. Yes, I think there is something between us, but I'm an honorable man, and Lloyd and I have plans tonight as you know. It would hurt his feelings if I said "I'm into your roommate. Bye." I'd never do that. Visit my dreams sometime. Matt I needed to call Theresa. We'd left on bad terms last night. I sometimes got too involved with my little life, that I sometimes didn't pay attention to my words. Of course she had known about pain. It takes a special kind of bad luck to be a chubby kid and grow up on a hog farm. I didn't ever see her as fat because I adored her so much, but I bet it was hard for her to navigate romance. "Hello?" "Hi, Hon. Can I buy you some lunch?" "Sure. I got up early this morning to go join a gym, but I never made it out the front door. I don't own anything to wear to one of those places." "We'll go shopping after we eat. 'The Krab Kitchen'?" "Fancy! You must feel really guilty. I shouldn't have gotten mad last night and snapped at you. Pick me up around noon." So we ate and killed a few hours at the mall with no talk of love or hidden hurts or men. It was a nice afternoon, but I was sorry when it ended because that meant I had to fill the remaining time before my date with Lloyd. I wish I was excited, walking on clouds. But I was so very earthbound. Carl wouldn't be there. I'd be barely able to breathe if I was scheduled to meet up with or even just see him. He hadn't emailed me back. Damn. I took a shower and groomed. I didn't fuss much with what to wear. I just put on what I'd wear if a relative came to visit. It was past 5 now and he was probably showering and primping too. I had almost two hours to kill so I just sat on the floor and played Nintendo. New video games had gotten way too complicated for me and so I played old stuff like "Tetris" pr "Super Mario Brothers". I'd bought a smallish bottle of rum while out with Theresa. Time for a sip or two. I left the house a bit before 7. The place wasn't that far. I almost wish it was fifty miles or more away. I didn't want to be so near all this mess. It was a small house with a tidy lawn and some ornamental trees. OK. Let's get this over with. At least I'd remembered to bring cigarettes. Lloyd met me on the front porch with a wide smile. "You are right on time! Dinner is still cooking. Want some wine?" I tried my best to look happy and relaxed. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever you're making smells really good." He brought me a glass of wine and an ashtray.Thank God. I needed a smoke in the worst way. The wine was pretty tasty. I sat on the sofa and took in the decor. It had to be all Lloyd's taste because it was basic and grandma-ish. If Carl had lived here alone, the walls would be red or black and there'd be weird shit on the walls. If I was really into this guy, I would have waited to smoke -- possibly all night. As it was, though.... "Did you have any trouble finding the house?" "Not at all. Where's Carl tonight?" "Working. He won't be home until way late. What did you think of him?" Oh, man. I had to choose my words carefully. He refilled my glass because I'd been sipping too rapidly. "He was nice. My friend Theresa didn't like him much." "But you did, right? You thought he was hot?" Oh God. "Well...he's attractive. So are you." "Relax, Matt. This happens every time he and I go out together. Every guy I meet and talk to ends up lusting after Carl. It's the pheromones he gives off or something. I should just go by myself from now on, but we've been friends since we were kids." "I came over tonight to see YOU, Lloyd. I thought we hit it off last night and I wanted to see you again." The oven dinged. "The lasagna is done. I have to let it sit for a few minutes now. Want some more wine? What kind of movies do you like?" He got up and walked to the kitchen where I couldn't see him, but we could still hear each other. "I like horror movies mostly." "Oh. Not me. I just can't handle scary stuff." This would never work. "I don't even own a single horror movie. Look over at the shelf next to the TV and see if there's something there you'd like to see." He messed around in the kitchen as I looked through his collection. He seemed to have almost everything Tom Cruise had ever been in. I wasn't a fan of that midget. I settled on 'Mommie Dearest' because, even though it was bad, it was a lot of fun to watch. Lloyd brought out plates of steaming hot lasagna and some bread sticks and set it on the coffee table in front of us. He went back to get silverware, napkins and more wine. "Oh, good choice! We love that movie." "You know...I've never seen an actual movie Joan Crawford was in. I keep meaning to," "I have. She's epic." The food was good, but I was still a little full from all the snow crab legs I had for lunch. I ate enough to be polite, but finally had to stop. "It was so good, but I guess I ate too much at lunch. I'm full." "No worries. I'll send some home with you to eat tomorrow. Carl doesn't eat much either, which is why he's so skinny." At least I still had room for more wine. "Want some help cleaning up?" "No. I'll just throw everything in the dishwasher and deal with it later." After he left the couch, I lit up a cigarette. I'd seen this movie too many times. We were at the part where Chrsitina Crawford wouldn't eat the rare steak she was served. "What the HELL??," Lloyd said loudly. "Carl just came home. He wasn't supposed to come back until after midnight...at the earliest. Fuck!" I was excited and scared. I would see the living person behind the porn pics I'd just looked at this morning. And then there he was, grimacing and limping. "Hi. Matt. Sorry to interrupt your evening. I'll just go straight to my bedroom and close the door." Lloyd looked very pissed-off. "What happened? I thought you worked until closing." "Brenda spilled some grease in the kitchen and I slipped in it. I might have broken my ankle." My little brother had broken his ankle as a kid when he fell out of our tree house. They had to do surgery even. "Lloyd and I will take you to the E.R." "Hell NO. I'm not spending Saturday night in a waiting room with a bunch of dying people. I'll see how it is in the morning. Enjoy your evening, fellows." "No. Sit down and take your shoe off." "Oh God no!," Lloyd said with a laugh,"nobody wants to smell or see those hobo feet." "Shut up, bitch. He's trying to help." He looked down at me as I knelt on the floor in front of him. He put one foot up on the ottoman and asked me to unlace his dress shoes for him. I carefully removed his left shoe and sock. There wasn't a bad smell at all, but his foot was big, sort of ugly and his nails probably should have trimmed a few weeks ago, but his ankle looked normal and not all injured. No swelling or bruising that I could see. "It doesn't see broken, Carl. Can you move it sideways of up and down?" "No. I don't want to try because it'll hurt too much." I touched parts of the ankle and asked if he felt pain. "I think you might just have a sprain...or a tiny fracture at worst." The room got quiet. "Well, thanks, Dr. Matt." I felt stupid just being on the floor so I got up and went back to where I was sitting. Lloyd refilled our glasses and asked Carl if he wanted some. "Just bring me the bottle. I've got another bottle down in the crisper drawer." The energy in the room felt weird, but we all sipped and watched the end of the movie. Then it get even more strange and quiet. Carl looked over at Lloyd. "He has a good heart. I think Matt's too nice a guy for us." Us? "I told you. He thinks you're hot, though." It felt like there was a secret that I wasn't being let in on. "Yeah...but I am not feeling good about this now. Tell him." "Matt?" "What's going on?" I felt my face get hot with embarrassment. I was somehow feeling like a fool. "We lied to you about some things...and left out information. Carl and I have been a couple for several years -- and we're both HIV+. But we're into lots of kinky stuff and love to play with strangers. Since I'm more approachable than he is and he's more attractive, I find young guys to bring home for him...and me. The clueless ones are the easiest." No way was this really happening to me. "So I looked like an idiot to you?" I was angry and scared at the same time. 'I'm a fool, now??!" "Not at all, Matt. A little naive, maybe, but you're definitely not a fool. If we thought that about you, Carl would still have a broken ankle and I'd be trying to get you in my bed...and then you'd sneak into his room." "I can't believe this shit! You two ought to be in prison!" "Probably," said Carl. "But I saw how caring you were now and how concerned. Nobody has ever been that way with me....not even that jack-off sitting next to you." Lloyd was in crisis mode. "We can all be friends and just party for a while. Or you can go home and we'll never bug you again." "I'm a little too buzzed to drive." I was taking stock of the situation. What was I going to do next? I'd let them guess and be in the dark for a minute. "You can crash on the couch. It's a great sleeping couch...and we won't come near you. We both work early tomorrow anyway. I had the power now. I could take over the narrative at this point. I hated admitting to myself that I was wildly turned on, but wanted to hide it a little longer. "Put another movie in and let's finish the wine." I lit up a cigarette and let them wonder what I was planning. I guess the fact that I didn't leave in a huff was already pretty telling. Lloyd shrugged and started scouting for something to watch. "Carl? Do you have any horror movies in your bedroom? Matt likes those." Carl scooted away and returned a few minutes later with a tape. "I found something he might like more," he said with a grin. Of course it was one of his old porn videos. "Wow, he's really pushing his luck," I thought. "Oh Lord, Carl. Not that one. It's so cheap-looking and plus the sound sucks. Get the one where you're the limo driver." "No. This is the important one. Remember?" "Oh yeah. I forgot." The opening music was a terrible electronic version of every porn theme you've ever heard. At the time, though, I'd never seen a gay porn video until right at that moment. I tried so desperately to keep cool, but waves of embarrassment washed over me. It was called something really lame like 'Firm On the Farm'. And there was Houston Briggs (Carl) wearing a cowboy hat and jeans with no shirt. He was carrying a bale of hay and he was supposed to look sweaty, but it was obviously body oil of some sort. Younger Carl was bulkier and more tan than the current version. As much as I tried to seem casual, I'm sure my eyes were open very wide. So in comes another actor who I guess was supposed to be the boss farmer. "Lex Colton. He looks so butch in this, but he was a major queen." I looked over at at Carl who had taken his other shoe and sock off and untucked his shirt. "Not a nice guy either. He would have made a great top, but he always refused. Bottoms make more money than tops." I would have guessed it to be the other way around. There was dialog, but you couldn't really make out what they were saying because the audio was so crappy. And then Houston was naked and stroking his huge boner. Lex sucked it and seemed to really enjoy it. It was sloppy in a hot sort of way. At the end of the scene, the boss got huge wads of cum sprayed on his face. Wow. "That's a fake shot. I really did cum on him, but it didn't 'read' on film. So they had him kneel there again while somebody off camera shot a squirt gun full of egg whites at his face. I wasn't even there that day." Carl made a few more comments about the scene, but I remember being profoundly disappointed that the huge blob of sperm wasn't real. Carl came over and sat on the other side of me and took control of the remote. "We need to fast-forward a little. All the dudes in it were so bad and most of them have probably O.D'd by now. OK. Watch this next scene carefully...it's one of the few times I ever bottomed. What can I say? -- rent was due." I paid careful attention. There had to be a reason he'd said it was 'important'. A really large darker-skinned man approached Houston outside of a barn. He was shirtless as well. "That's Aldo. He told me was Puerto Rican. We ended up dating a little after the movie was over." On screen,they traded blow jobs and then Aldo fucked him from behind. No condom, but lots of lubricant from somewhere. It was hot, but got monotonous after a few minutes. "This scene was short over the course of two hours because he kept losing his woody. But wait a few seconds. It was a close-up shot of Aldo's bare ass pumping vigorously into Houston. He was a vocal top and never stopped 'shit' and 'fuck'. "Right there! See how he pauses and squeezes his ass together? And then just keeps going? He'd already shot his load inside of me, but then a few minutes later, he claims he can't cum and is losing his boner. The director told him to take a break." Wow. I was having a hard time wrapping my brain around all of this. "Not many poz guys get the moment they were bugged on tape."

my record is 15 in one night, but only 9 guys

Nicely told. I love how the top fingered you slowly, working with your rhythm but not diverting your own fuck. Also admire the description of a cock passing your hole, pausing, and continuing down your crack. That is totally how it works when a skilled top is in charge. Your moment of resignation is hot.

I love this story. It is HOT!!!

Horny after work. ABS did the trick. I got bred 4 times in an hour. 2 gray haired guys were stroking each in in dark corner, so I went over and slid my jeans down, and started sucking one. The other guy got right behind me and slid his fat cock right in. I was sucking on a 7" cock and taking the other for maybe a few minutes when he unloaded in my ass. He quickly slid out and left, and the guy I was sucking pulled out of my mouth and went around to my hole and slid his cock straight in balls deep and fucked me for ten minutes before nutting and calling me a faggot as he walked away. Guy #3 was a heavy 40 something bear in work clothes. He was maybe 5" but thick as fuck. He was jerking off to the video screen and I just sorta backed up onto his cock and slid it in without him saying a word. He held my hips and fucked for like a minute before I heard him grunt, then his cock plopped out and I felt a big load running out of my hole. I walked away looking for more cock, and saw another guy jerking across the room. He was Indian, maybe 50, with a bushy stache. I stood beside him, and asked if I could help him out. I know he saw the bear fucking me, when he told me to show him my ass. Soon as my pants were down, his dark cock was rubbing in my crack, getting covered in the three loads I had already taken. I felt his cock line up with my hole, and pushed back quickly so he couldn't change his mind. I started moving my hips, fucking myself on his cock. He stayed still, and let me do all the moving. After three minutes he suddenly grabbed my hips and pushed in deep, moaning softly as he unloaded his balls in me. It must have been his first guy fuck, cuz he pulled out asap, avoided any eye contact and left abruptly. Lol. Lastly, I saw a chubby cub sitting on a bench stroking his tiny cock. I walked over and asked if he wanted to lick my ass as I jerked off. He nodded so I turned around and let him lap up the cum as I jerked. When I was about to shoot, I faced him and jerked off on his beard and tongue, and also making sure to hit his eyebrows as well just to be a bit of a pig.

I prefer drinking from the tap and once had a group of guys who fed me, 2 at a time!

So deliciously twisted! Toon, you've done it again!

I hear you... and I guess Dante will appear again soon... ?

NL Bear yes it matters to some guys, I love a guy I am topping to have a nice thick cock like yours, it is great eye candy.

That's a VERY nice cock you show NL!

I'm a firm believer in the fact if a person is convicted of a crime which they do their time and is released they should be able to continue they're lives ie get a job and a place to live. Now certain crimes I understand the need to monitor them such as paroled child molester but to deny them the capability to provide for themselves is punishing them twice

love to suck a cock as it comes out of other guys holes! really turns me on when guys do it to me, so I have no problem in doing it to others.

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan was so excited. He thought of all the handsome and masculine jocks and his ass was tingling. Ben saw things differently. He was also horny, but he was more carefully and a bit scared too. What if their parents would find out, that they were gay. How would they react? What if they would change their behavior. He didn’t want to act like a sissy. Right now they lived a peaceful life. A little bit undercover. Maybe they were not happy all the time, but… it was a good and easy life. They had average grades at school. It wasn’t too hard to get good results at school, maybe because of their looks. Of course they got also teased from the members of the different sports teams, because they weren’t so much into the boy stuff. Girls, on the other hand, would adore the teens. Everything would change, if they decided to open up and come out of the closet. Ryan tried to calm his pal down. “No one said, we need to come out to our parents or our friends. Just let us experience some fun and meet some guys who are willing to help us and feed us some cock” “Nothing happens without a price. If we do one thing, it will trigger another. That’s what I’m afraid of” Ben answered. “You are thinking too much with your brain. Start thinking with your ass…” Ryan said and farted loudly. Ben threw his pillow towards Ryan and both guys laughed merrily. The next day was an ordinary Saturday. They went downtown and did some shopping. They met some of Ryan’s female friends at Starbucks. Then they returned home and had lunch with Ryan’s parents. In the afternoon they watched some stuff on TV to kill some time. Both guys had to admit, that they kept thinking of the big cocks they had seen last night on Skype. Ryan’s parents were invited that evening and told his son and Ben, they would be home way after midnight. So the lads were all alone, when they started their computer and opened Skype. Soon they received a request and accepted the call. This time they had their cam turned to them and they smiled, when they saw the jocks from last night. These guys seemed to be in their mid-twenties. Ryan liked that. He felt more open to them, because the age gap wasn’t too big. “Oh… Only three guys tonight?” Ryan looked disappointed. “We thought it would be better to talk to you in a moderated number. You guys are too hot. We are a bunch of horny fuckers. If eight hard cocks are on this side, we won’t be able to talk to you in a decent way” the guy on the other side said. Both boys wore only shirts and tight underwear. “So what are your names?” he asked. “I am Ryan and this is Ben. We are both friends. We met on the internet and know each other only for a short while. But we became very close” Ryan answered. “Understandable. Two fags giving each other support and rubbing their dicks together. You surely sniff at each other’s asses.” Biohazard1 replied. Ben was a bit intimidated by those rude words, but Ryan was turned on by that and already massaged the cock in his briefs. “You said you live in Marcon?” one guy asked. “Well… I do. I live with my parents… Ben lives in Rome… also with his parents.” Ryan chatted. “And you two are virgins? How come? You are two nice looking faggots” one guy expressed. “It is not so easy. Our parents wouldn’t approve. They are heavily engaged in our churches and we don’t want to hurt them….” Ben answered. They described the situation at their schools also and mentioned the names of the schools nonchalantly. “Your parents won’t have to know, that you let your faggot asses get fucked by some horny jocks….” another guy mentioned. “How come you haven’t fucked each other yet? Can’t you get a hard on, if you are supposed to be an active fucker?” someone wanted to know. “Well… we both want to be… pure bottoms and we talked about it a lot. We tried some things, but that was limited to kissing each other and jerking off a lot.” Ryan sighs. “So you fags want to be used as cheap fuck holes. You need your cunts stretched beyond repair. We can do this for you, you know?” Biohazard1 explained. “But you know, we must be sure, that you are not just fakes. You got to prove to us, that you are really fags and that you really want our cocks” The three jocks muted their microphone and discussed the situation obviously. While both lads stared at the screen, two guys got up and opened their jeans slowly. They hauled their dicks out of their pants and started stroking their cocks, while being heavily engaged into a disputation. Ben and Ryan were hypnotized, just viewing the big hunks stroking their tools slowly. “We’re back. So do you dare to prove your seriousness?” Biohhazard1 asked. “Yeah…. yeah…. we will do anything, to prove we are sincerely.” “Okay…. Ryan. Go to the room, where your mom keeps all the dirty laundry and get the box to your room. Go and get it NOW” the guys ordered. Ryan couldn’t imagine why he should pick up this box and get it into his room, but he followed the order. Then they guys told him to pick up every dirty laundry out of the box and show it to them. There appeared socks, trousers, shirts… every time he pulled something up, he had to show it in front of the camera and drop it to the floor. Then Ryan picked up a white brief out of the box with only two fingers. “What’s that? Biohazard wanted to know. “My dad’s underpants” said Ryan and wanted to drop the dirty thing also, but the guys told them to stop. They wanted to get ea closer look and so Ryan held the briefs in front of the cam. “Are there piss stains on that underwear or is it dried cum?” Biohazard1 wanted to know. “It looks like piss…” he added. Ryan shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know… “ he simply answered. “Then find it out. Sniff at it…” Biohazard1 ordered. “I can’t sniff at it. That’s disgusting… it’s from my dad!” he whined. “Pull the underpants over your head. The front of it should be over your nose and mouth. If you don’t do it now, we will our conversation with you guys.” Biohazard1 threatened. Ryan looked in panic to Ben. Ben seemed to be happy, it wasn’t him who had to smell at the underwear. “I am counting to 3…. if you are not wearing the fucking thing over your face and inhale your fathers scent, we will log off. 1…… 2…… aaaand….” the guy counted. Ryan’s eyes spoke volumes of despair but he pulled the white briefs over his head and wore it as requested. Ben was disgusted but the guys on the other side of the cam cheered loudly. “Well done bitch. How does it smell? Do you enjoy your daddies smell?” Ryan had a tight feeling in his chest, but tried to inhale deeply. “I… I don’t know. It smells sweaty” “Why don’t you lick the pants from the inside. This way you can tell us more about the consistency. We would still like to know, if it is piss or dried semen. Maybe both?” they laughed hysterically. The boy retched. The idea of touching the underwear with his tongue, where his dad usually had his dick in, made him sick to the stomach. “You better start licking now. Make it all wet and tell us about how it tastes….” the three guys ordered. All of the sudden they saw how something poked against the fabric from the inside. Ryan truly started licking the undies. “Damn… make it really wet. Use your spit to soak the encrusted stuff. Get the whole flavor you dirty bitch.” the leader of the pack growled. Ben was petrified when he heard his name suddenly. “Hey Ben. Why don’t you help your boyfriend a little bit. Go and use your faggot tongue and start making out with him.” “I don’t understand…” Ben cried. “Lick the pants from the outside. Help him with your spit and do some french-kissing. Your tongues won’t ever meet, since the textile will always separate you. Give him nice and wet kisses – NOW” Ben shivered and moved closer to Ryan. He closed his eyes in fear and started to flinch his tongue against Ryan’s tongue. ‘Are you recording all this shit?’ one of the jocks whispered to the other. ‘Of course I am – this is just too hot man’ he replied. This went on for quite a while, until the hunks had enough fun. Both boys seemed out of breath and had glowing cheeks. “Well… what was it now?” the three guys still wanted to know. “I think it was piss” said Ben. “Yeah, but it was really encrusted from the inside. I guess it was cum also” said Ryan and looked totally unhappy. “Don’t be so shy. What do you think? As faggots you will do other stuff, which will humiliate you even more, just because it is your job. This was nothing!” Biohazard1 stated to them. “Maybe both of you will mouthwash your dad’s underwear continuously. Wouldn’t that be nice? Is it clean now?” he asked. Ryan looked at it silently. “There are no stains anymore” he replied softly. “Get up whores….” Both boys got up and revealed, they had built small tents in their shorts. “That’s what I guessed. You are little perverts. I knew it all along… 100 % FAGGOTS!” With that the connection was interrupted. Ben and Ryan looked at each other desperately. A message came through. ‘Be here tomorrow night at the same time’ Ben looked at Ryan and asked him, if there was another dirty underwear from his dad in the laundry box. Ryan nodded slowly. This time Ben pulled it over his head and both boys repeated the procedure, but this time they jacked off violently. It was for both boys the strongest orgasm they had ever experienced.

I have this thing for inked boys. It must be the old story of opposites attracting, since I'm such a clean-cut prep. I just love bad boys. At the baths, it was getting late on a Sunday afternoon. Most of the action happens before 6, and I didn't get there until around 4. Not much going on in the rooms, so I headed for the sauna, which is pretty much my favorite scene anyway. There he was. Slim, trim, blond, scruff, cocky, and with several tats. I scooted up onto the upper bench around the corner, just so I could check him out and not appear to be staring. An older dude came in and started playing with the bad boy's cock. And the kid just reached up, put his hand on the back of his head, and forced him down on his cock. I couldn't see much else, except when the sauna door opened, and the light from outside spilled in. The dude giving head must not have done a great job, cuz he was dismissed after only a few minutes. The left the inked dude solo on the bench. His legs were spread after getting serviced, and he was still showing a really nice hard cock. I made my move. I love sucking cock, and I wanted this guy's load. I gave him my best effort, and I loved hearing him grunt with approval. Grunts led to moans, and he leaned over, and put his head down by mine. I could feel the nice scruff on my ear as he whispered, "we're going to my room. I gotta head out soon. It's number 13." Turns out it was lucky 13. In his room, he kicked back and told me to get between his legs. Love raking the hair on a dude's shins while I'm nursing his cock. That also let me nuzzle the inked areas on his thigh. I asked him if I was doing a good job, and he just held my head down, saying "don't stop, bro." After a while, he was reaching forward and playing with my hole. He told me to turn around and suck him while he rimmed me. FUCK, that was amazing, and I never felt anything so good. His beard was in my crack, and his tongue was better than most fingers. Amazing. He must have liked it, too, since he asked if I ever got fucked. Silence. I knew I wanted it, and it's not every day that a younger kid wants to fuck an older guy. He slid out from under me, told me to stay kneeling, adding that my hole was so sweet, he had to just try playing with it with his cock. That's what he did, and since I was all slicked up from his deep rimming, my hole was wet and hungry. The kid's cock was beautiful, and I was totally turned on knowing an inked boy was about to breed me raw. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass, found the perfect angle and approach, and slid in. Slow but without stopping. FUCK, it was hot. Then he started rocking, pushed me down so I was lying flat, and started to pick up the pace. It was a fantastic fuck. His beard felt so sexy on the back of my neck as he started talking nasty about filling up a tight ass with cum. It was hot imagining a jock dude doing push-ups over my ass, feeling his sweaty legs against the back of mine, and tasting the salt on his arm. He pounded and then stopped, pounding once again--I guess to make sure his load went deep inside. I carried that load around for the next hour or so, hoping to find another top dude half as hot. I really hope he's there again sometime. I didn't catch his name, but he was totally cute, like a man/boy, and like all good 20somethings, full of cum and happy to share it. Lucky 13 indeed.

Part 6 - A Dilemma Mark was rudely awakened again by his phone ringing. His head pounded from the alcohol the night before. The ringing stopped and he tried to read the clock. 7:32 AM. WTF? He laid in bed a few more minutes and he heard the alert that said he had a voicemail. A few minutes later the phone rang again. Answering it, he heard his mom on the phone. “Are you ok?” “We haven’t heard from you.” “Is Joel OK?” “Have you been drinking?” and on an on. The same as yesterday - questions and not waiting for an answer. “Yeah, mom. I’m ok, Joey is ok. I spent all evening with him. I don’t really know everything yet, so I’m going back over today. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” He hung up the phone and jumped into the shower to rinse off. Standing in the shower, the night before replayed through his mind. After drying off, Mark put on his jock, a pair of workout shorts and a sleeveless tee and his flip-flops. “Lets hit the gym and sweat out the hangover” he thought. He grabbed the complimentary bottle of water and headed out. To say Mark was bitterly disappointed by the gym was an understatement. The room gave the distinct impression it had served as a conference room at some point in the past, and management had christened it a gym by scattering some garage sale gym equipment throughout the room. Over in one corner he saw a door labeled 'Locker Rooms'. In another corner was a treadmill with boxes stacked on top of it. Another corner had the lone elliptical machine and on it was the Dad from breakfast the day before. Mark quickly looked around to make sure the kids and wife weren’t there. He walked over to a weight machine that was near the Dad and sat down on it, placing the water bottle on the floor. After adjusting the weights, he started to do some bench presses and zoned out just staring at the ceiling. He lost count. Was that 30 or 40 reps? He stopped and realized that the Dad had also stopped and was just staring at him. Looking down his body he saw his shirt had ridden up and exposed his abs, and the tip of his cock was poking above his shorts. Mark always got a little hard when he worked out. “Oh shit. Sorry,” Mark muttered. The Dad grinned and replied “No worries, I was just admiring your….uh, ink.” Mark sat up and pushed his cock under the top of his shorts. Grinning back he said “Oh, thanks. I heard your wife yesterday and I guess she’s not a fan of tattoos. By the way, I’m not a drug dealer, just a computer geek.” “Sorry about that. Yeah, she’s still pissed that I got this little tattoo a month ago” the dad said pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt exposing a small tattoo that Mark couldn’t make out. “Cool, but if you were going to get so much grief you should have gone for something more elaborate” Mark said, laughing. “Yeah, I really should have. It’s a shamrock. The kids like it. I can’t imagine what she would have said if I came home with what I really wanted to get. A friend convinced me to start small and then work up to bigger. That’s not going to happen now. I’m Chris, by the way.” Mark introduced himself in return. The guys started working out again and chatting. After a while Chris got off the machine and said “I’m going to go see if the sauna works. Catch you later,” as he walked to the locker room door. Mark finished his set of reps of on the butterfly part of the machine and got up. “Sauna, huh. I love saunas,” he said with a chuckle. Mark went in to the locker room door and saw it led to a short hallway with door on either side “Men” on the left, “Women” on the right. He went through the left door and was greeted with a small locker room with metal lockers on both sides and a bench in the middle. 'This would make a great porn set' Mark thought. Further back was a small shower area with three showers that were larger than your typical locker room shower. Next to it was a cedar door that Mark assumed went to the sauna. He noticed a table in the corner with a stack of towels similar to the ones that Dennis had brought. Mark grabbed a towel, took his clothes off and hung them in a locker. He rinsed his body off and wrapped the towel around his waist and went towards the sauna. Opening the door he felt the blast of heat hit him. Sitting in front of him on the top bench was Chris, naked and sitting on his towel. Chris’s eyes opened and he said “Hey”, then grinned. Mark took off his towel and set it down about three feet from Chris and sat down on it. He looked over and saw the fresh tattoo and could finally make it out. It was only about an inch and a half square and probably just flash art. He looked over Chris’s body as the sweat dripped off of it. 'Yeah, I was right yesterday. Ex-jock,' mused Mark, only to realize Chris was looking at him too. His eyes darting all over - up and down his arms then to his cock and back to his arm. Mark swore he saw Chris’s cock twitch too. Finally Chris commented “Fuck that is so hot. I really wish I had the guts to do something like that.” Mark had an idea what Chris meant, but presenting a wry grin asked “Like what?” Chris blushed a bit and said “Everything. The ink. The piercing.” The last bit surprised Mark so he decided to push it and see where things might go. “Take a closer look if you want. I’m not shy.” With that Chris got up and moved closer, kneeling on the lower bench where Mark's feet were. Chris’s hand moved up and moved over the tribal tattoos on his arm. As Chris moved over to the other side to see the tattoos on his left arm his cock brushed Mark’s leg. Chris’s eyes roamed over his arm as his hand rubbed up and down over the images of skulls and snakes. He stopped with his fingers on the image of the reaper and looked at Mark “That's pretty intense.” Mark felt Chris’s cock resting on his leg and it was getting stiffer. He could sense that Chris also wanted to see the piercing in his cock but was afraid. Mark reached down and stroked his cock a few times and felt it get stiffer and lifted it up. “And then there’s this,” he said looking down at his cock. Chris swallowed hard and looked down and got a little closer. “Oh my god. That had to fuckin’ hurt. I’ve seen a few guys with a pierced dick, but never up close or this big. Why did you do it?” “Cuz it feels really good when I’m fucking and I’ve been told it feels great inside,” explained Mark. At this point he decided to go for broke. Mark moved his hand and started pushing Chris’s head towards his hard cock. “Take a closer look. Touch it. I know you want to.” He could feel Chris’s breathing get heavy and Chris raised his shaking hand and grasped Mark’s cock and then moved it closer to the head. His thumb pushed the piercing and it rotated a bit. Mark pushed his head closer. Feeling no resistance, he whispered “Suck it.” Chris stammered “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t usually do that sort of thing.” Mark keyed in on the word ’usually’ and said “So you’ve sucked a guy before?” He could feel Chris’s reluctance start to fade. “Just a couple of times. Nothing this big though.” Mark pushed Chris’s head to his cock, the cock head touching his lips. Chris opened his mouth and started to take Mark’s cock into his mouth. Slowly he started sucking and playing with the piercing with his tongue. Chris started to bob up and down on his cock and Mark moaned. It wasn’t the best blowjob he had gotten, but having a straight guy suck him really turned him on. Mark looked down Chris’s body and saw his ass moving around as he was sucking his cock. 'I wonder...,' thought Mark. Mark started to move his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Chris’s mouth. Chris gagged a few times but kept sucking. Mark pushed his cock into Chris’s throat and held his head there with his hands for a few seconds before letting up. Chris stood up and gasped for breath “Oh Fuck!” he grunted only to go back down and resume sucking. Mark didn’t want to waste his load down Chris’s throat so when he started to get close he pushed Chris off and said “My turn” with a smile, gesturing for Chris to take Mark's seat. Chris sat back down on his towel and Mark got between his legs. The cock facing Mark was a rock hard six inches of circumcised baby making meat. Obviously he must have enjoyed sucking Mark’s cock if he stayed hard the whole time. Mark began his oral endeavors by licking up and down Chris’s shaft and curling his tongue around the head. He dug his tongue into the piss slit and wrapped his lips around the head sucking gently. He slowly descended down the shaft moving up and down until he was almost at Chris’s pubes. He opened his throat and dove down the remaining distance and squeezed his throat around the tip of Chris’s cock. Mark felt Chris shiver and knew this was much better than he ever got from his wife. Mark kept working Chris’s cock a few more minutes and then pulled off before moving down and sucking one of Chris’s balls into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. Pulling back he stretched the ball in its sack until it popped out of his mouth. Hearing the moaning from Chris, he repeated it with the other ball. Mark then pushed Chris’ legs back and started licking down the taint to Chris’s pucker and brushed his tongue over the hole. Tasting just a bit of funk, Mark kept flicking his tongue over Chris’s fuck hole making him moan even louder. He brought his finger up and circled the hole before pushing in just up to the first knuckle. A loud gasp came from Chris. Mark continued working Chris’ hole with his finger, getting deeper and feeling the hole start to relax a bit. He looked up and Chris had his eyes closed with a big smile on his face and was holding his legs open for Mark. Mark stood up on the lower bench and ran his cock across Chris’ straight boy hole. When the steel ring touched Chris’s hole, Chris’s eyes opened wide almost immediately, as he exclaimed “No! I can’t take that!” “But your hole says it wants it, Chris,” Mark said softly while rubbing his leaking cock around his pucker and pushing in gently. Chris’ breathing turned into a panting. "Relax, Chris, I'll go easy," Mark said soothingly just before he spat a large glob of saliva on to the head of his cock and a second at mid length. He also worked several globs of saliva into Chris’ hole, using the head of his cock as a bludgeon. “Breathe deep, now exhale” and as Chris exhaled Mark pushed in and felt the head pop inside. Pausing for a moment, Mark let the precum ooze from his cock inside Chris’s tender hole. He started to rock his body, working his cock in deeper and deeper as he heard Chris grunt and groan. Once he was half way in his rocking motion gave way to bigger thrusts and he would occasionally stroke Chris' still hard cock. Usually when Mark got to fuck a straight guy, their cock never stayed hard but Chris was enjoying this too much. As Mark’s strokes got deeper he started nudging Chris’ prostate and he watched as the precum started to run out of Chris’ dick. Mark was thrusting in all the way and feeling his balls slap Chris’ ass. He knew he was close and his conscience was poking his brain. Mark continued driving his cock into the now sloppy hole as he instructed “Chris, look at me.” Chris’ eyes opened as he grunted with each inward stroke and nodded. “Chris, I’m about to cum. I’m HIV positive and I will probably infect you if I breed you. Do you want me to pull out?” The thrusts were getting harder and more erratic. Chris looked right into Mark’s eyes and said “Breed me. Give me your cum.” The words were exactly what Mark wanted to hear and he slammed his cock in as his balls pumped their tainted seed deep into Chris’ fertile hole. After the last spurt of cum shot into Chris’ hole Mark moved back and he pulled his spent cock out of Chris’ now swollen hole. Over his shoulder he heard “That was damn hot.” Turning to look, he saw Dennis there, naked, stroking his hard cock. “Can I have a turn?” Chris weakly nodded, still in a daze. Dennis was in between Chris’ legs before he could change his mind and thrust his cock into the poz-cum filled pussy. Dennis started pounding Chris like it was the last fuck he would ever get. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Dennis grabbed Chris’ shoulders and rammed his cock in all the way and let out a growl as he unloaded his seed deep inside Chris’ guts. Almost immediately Chris’ cock erupted covering both of them with neg cum. Both of them were breathing hard and Dennis slowly pulled his cock out of Chris’ hole. The three of them got up and walked out of the sauna and went to the showers, sharing one shower stall as they rinsed off. Chris turned to Mark and asked “Were you serious about being poz?” “Yeah, I was. You still okay with it?” replied Mark. “Too late now, but yeah. I’ve been wanting to get fucked like that for a long time. Maybe now I’m free to do it." Dennis just grinned as he listened to the conversation. Dennis said “Gotta get back to work. Thanks” and dried off, dressed and left. Chris then dried off and dressed, walking out of the locker room a bit stunned. Mark toweled off and went to his locker. Opening the locker, he took his clothes out and found a note tucked inside. It was Dennis’s phone number. Mark went back to the room and contemplated his actions from last night and today. Was he going down a bad, dark path? After taking a long shower in the room, he made his plan. He got dressed, forgoing his usual jockstrap for boxer briefs, and jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing his phone and keys he walked out the door and hopped in the car. He drove over to the big chain pharmacy and went inside. Mark roamed the aisles as if on a mission. Damn, he hated how they re-arranged these stores every month so you could never find anything. Finally he turned down the right aisle and spotted his target. He grabbed two home HIV test kits from the shelf then looked around and picked up a ten pack of condoms. Going to the front of the store he noticed this store didn’t have the self-serve checkout lines like his at home did. Oh well. Dropping the items on the counter the middle-aged female clerk looked at him with a disapproving expression. 'Fuck her,' thought Mark. He paid and took his bag out to the car and looked at the clock. It was 12:15 PM. 'Damn, I’m late' he thought. Mark knocked on Joe and Kyle’s door, it took a few minutes before Kyle opened the door. He obviously had just awoken. Mark entered the apartment and tossed the bag on the couch and sat down. Kyle headed to the kitchen and said “Coffee?” "Sure," Mark replied. He sat there a while until Kyle brought the cup of java and Joe finally came out of the bedroom and plopped down in the chair looking pretty hungover. Mark took a sip and then said in a serious tone “Joe, we need to talk about something, but first stand up turn towards the door and pull down your shorts.” Joe slowly got up and said “This is starting out to be a pretty kinky day.” Mark looked at Joe’s butt closely and said, “OK, pull em up and sit down.” Joe looked at Mark very confused. “What the fuck were you doing in the john at the club last night? Are you fuckin’ nuts? Just bent over taking cock like a slut from anyone who pulls his dick out? Do you even know who fucked you last night?” Joe’s jaw dropped and his foggy mind couldn’t put together anything to say. It was just “um, uh, I, uh....” Mark continued “You’re gonna get yourself pozzed like that. And who knows what other diseases - Hep, syphilis, gonno, herpes.” Joe’s face just went blank as he stared back at Mark. With Joe saying nothing and Kyle staying quiet too, he opened the bag and tossed a test box to Joe and the other one to Kyle. “Take these. NOW.” Joe and Kyle opened the boxes and followed the instructions step by step. The room was silent while they waited and Mark kept the time for waiting calling out the first time to check middle and end time. Mark was hoping that Joe was already poz and he wouldn’t be the one that pozzed him up from last night’s fuck. After each time was called, Joe would say 'Fuck' and nothing else. At the end Mark asked “Kyle, what did your test say?” Quietly Kyle said “Neg”. Mark looked at Joe and asked him the same thing. “Neg. Again.” “Again?” Mark asked. “Yeah, we’ve been trying to get pozzed up for a several months now” Joe explained. Kyle was nodding in agreement. “Fuck. Are you nuts? There’s no cure. And if you don’t take the drugs it kills you.” “I’m know what can happen and I’m not nuts. I got sick of trying to avoid it. I hate using condoms, sex is better bare. And it really turns me on thinking each guy who fucks me may be the one to gift me," Joe explained. “There’s PrEP. You can get fucked by anyone and not get pozzed. With HIV anyway,” added Mark. “If I’m taking drugs why not just be poz too?” was Joe’s retort. Mark realized that Joe and Kyle had already made up their minds and he wasn’t going to change them. And deep down, he didn’t want to change their minds. He had already bred each one of them and it was too soon to tell if he infected them. With that realization he made a snap decision. “Well, I was in the john last night watching you get fucked and I know at least one poz guy bred you. And he’s got a pretty high viral load too. So you might be on your way” Mark told Joe. “Who? You watched the whole thing? And didn’t say anything until now? Oh fuck.” said Joe. “No, I just saw part of it. I didn’t know it was you until later” Mark added. “How much later? Did Kyle tell you?” Joe looked at Kyle with an evil look. “No, Kyle didn’t say anything. I found out it was you as I pulled my cock out of your ass and saw the birthmark on your butt cheek,” explained Mark. “So, did the poz guy fuck me before or after you?” asked Joe. “Joe, it WAS me.”

Part 5 - The Talk Once again, Mark was jolted awake by his phone. He got up and went into the bathroom and took a long piss. He washed his hands and face, trying to wake up. He grabbed the hookup phone and put it on the charger. He checked the time and it was 3:20. Time to leave. At the last second, Mark grabbed a packet of lube and put it in his jeans pocket. He was planning on taking Joey and his roommate out for a pizza and then hit a few bars after Joey and he had 'taken care of business'. Hopefully he could find someone for a bathroom fuck at one of the bars - he loved fucking straight guys in bars but he hadn’t done it since he got pozzed. Driving over to the apartment he had a knot in his stomach. He had rarely had serious discussions with his brother. He had always looked out for him and given him advice, but this was different. Hopefully it would go okay. He parked and walked up to the building he was in just an hour or so ago. Shaking his head he thought 'Sometimes life is really strange'. Walking up the staircase he found the apartment on the third floor and knocked. He heard someone coming closer and the door then was unlocked. The shock was immediate and the knot in his stomach got much bigger. It was the guy he fucked earlier. Both looked at each other in disbelief. Mark raised his finger to his mouth, telling the guy to stay quiet and got a nod from the guy's stunned face. “Hi I’m Joey’s brother Mark. Is he back from classes yet?” Mark stated, trying to be as calm as possible. “Oh… uh.. hi. Yeah, he’s just changing clothes right now. Come on in.” Mark went in to the apartment and glanced around. It reminded him of Joey’s room in high school but bigger and even messier. The smell of pot hung in the air and on the table in front of the couch were a couple pipes and a small bong. “Have a seat wherever. I’m Kyle, Joe’s roommate.” Mark put out his hand and shook Kyle’s hand like any straight guy would. Kyle still looked stunned and pale. Mark made a mental note to himself 'It’s no longer your kid brother Joey, he’s now Joe'. “Do you want a beer?” asked Kyle as he walked to the kitchen. “Sure, thanks” Mark said as he sat down. He heard the toilet flush and the sink run a bit and out came his brother into the living room. Mark got up and met his brother and hugged him, exclaiming "Damn, it's good to see you again, Joe.” The hug lasted longer than Joe expected and Mark’s firm grip on his brothers back surprised him. Mark had never been that affectionate before. “Good to see you, man," Joe answered as Mark finally stepped back and looked his brother over and smiled. Joe was about the same height as his roommate, maybe a bit taller and more muscular. He had his hair in a short wide mohawk and had a chinstrap beard. His ears were both pierced and plugged. The t-shirt he had on was form fitting and showed his body off. The jeans he had were ripped and he was barefoot. Yeah, he was no longer a kid and is becoming his own person, thought Mark. Joe was also checking his brother. “Nice ink, Dude. Does mom know?” Joe asked. Kyle passed out the beers and they all sat down - Kyle and Joe on the couch, Mark in the chair facing them. Kyle started to pack a bowl which caused Mark to chuckle. “So Mom and Dad are pissed at me, huh?” Joe started saying. Mark laughed but knew that Joe’s statement was pretty close to the truth. “Not pissed, just worried. Do you want to talk alone or….” “Nah, Kyle’s cool and knows everything anyway” Joe replied before Mark could finish his sentence. Mark took a breath and said “So, just between the three of us, what the fuck is going on?” At that point Kyle flicked the lighter and took a big hit and passed the pipe to Joe. Joe did the same and after he exhaled the pot smoke into the air looked at Mark. “Well, I got thrown off the team for failing a drug test.” “I didn’t think they threw you off for pot. Hell, most of the guys I knew on the teams were big pot smokers when I was here. Its not really a performance enhancing drug,” Mark commented, laughing at the last part and reaching for the pipe and lighter. Mark took a hit from the bowl and finished it off, enjoying the hit as he felt it spread through his body. Putting the pipe down, he looked at Joe waiting for the rest of the truth. The pause was uncomfortable and Mark added “So what’s the part you’re not telling? I’m not gonna yell at you, I just want to know and help if I can.” Mark looked at Joe, then Kyle and back to Joe. The silence was broken by Kyle, which surprised Mark. “Tell him Joe, tell him everything. I think he’ll be cool with it.” Mark looked at Kyle and nodded, seeing a different side of the guy he had fucked earlier. Joe started to protest and Kyle looked at him sternly and said “Tell HIM”. Joe glared at Kyle with a very pissed off look. After a few moments, Joe started “oh, fuck. Here it goes. Well, I was caught fucking a couple of the other guys on the team. Uh, more than once. And it wasn’t pot that I tested positive for, it was a bunch of other drugs.” There was a pause, but before Mark could say anything, Joe continued announcing “Yeah, I’m gay. Happy? Is that what you wanted to know? Surprised? Your supposedly straight jock little brother is a fag? Yeah, I like cock. I like ass. I like getting fucked and fucking guys. I like a whole lot of shit you probably would freak out about. And before you ask, yes. Kyle is my boyfriend." After he vented, Joe just broke down and started crying as Kyle held him close. Mark let Joe get it all out. He was sick that he had just caused his brother so much pain yet strangely turned on by finding out his brother was gay too. He always had thought his brother was sexy. What were the chances that both kids from uber-straight, homophobic parents would be gay. Mark needed to let Joe know it was okay and he might as well out himself since Kyle would do it sooner or later. “Joey… uh, Joe. It's okay. Gay, straight, trans… I don’t care. You are what you are and I’ll love you just the same.” Joe looked up and wiped the tears from his face “I’m sorry if I let you down, Mark.” With that comment, Mark almost got angry. “Let me down? Don’t let me ever hear you say something like that again. Being gay is not something to be ashamed of. Its a part of who you are just like being blonde or hairy or hung. Be proud. Enjoy the sex, the friendships that you make and meeting other gay people. We have enough of a problem being persecuted by homophobic assholes that we need to stick together and support each other.” Joe looked at Mark confused. 'Did he just say we’? Joe asked himself, only to decide to voice the question: “We?” Mark smiled back at Joe “Yeah, WE. Your big brother is a homo too. Capisce? Happy?” The three of them laughed at the last word. Joe responded “Fuck yeah, I’m happy! I’ve been dreading this day for almost 10 years. I never would have thought that it would work out this good.” “Well, don’t count on mom and dad taking it as well. It may just kill them if they find out both of their kids are queer” Mark said and they all laughed. Kyle got up and grabbed a six pack out of the fridge and handed a beer to each of them. Mark toasted Joe and Kyle “To being gay” and they clinked the bottles and took a big swig. For the next couple hours they drank and smoked, revealed some of their exploits and the times they were sure they were caught by each other or their parents. Joe and Mark hadn’t been this close or opened up to each other since they were in grade school. Mark ordered a pizza as the munchies took hold and when the delivery guy showed up they laughed since all three of them had fucked the guy. As the clock tipped past 10:00 PM they ran out of beer. Mark broke the news and said “Well, I was hoping we would go out to a bar tonight and relax after our ‘meeting.’ You guys interested? And thank god we don’t have to go to a straight bar.” “Fuck yeah!” Joe and Kyle answered in unison. Joe and Kyle changed their clothes and Joe said “I know a great place to go. Its only a few blocks from here.” “Great," Mark replied, adding "But I need to piss first,” as he walked to the bathroom. He left the door open and as he finished up and turned around he saw both guys at the doorway watching. “Too bad we couldn’t see the good stuff” said Joe. The guys walked over to the club and were joking and laughing the whole way. They stood in line for a bit and when they made it to the door, the bouncer asked “Who’s your daddy, Joe?” Mark laughed and then looked at the bouncer a bit closer and chuckled saying “Don’t take shit from Tony, Joe. He’s just a big teddy bear." The bouncer, who stood 6 foot 4 inches of solid muscle, stood up and stared down at Mark. A grin immediately followed as he exclaimed “Holy Fuck! Mark! It's great to see you bud. God I miss that cock”. Tony gave Mark a big bear hug and picked him up. The rest of the people in line had prepared for a fight and were relieved to see it was just old friends. Many were laughing about Tony wanting Mark’s cock. "It must be good" said one guy. Tony finally let Mark down and stamped all three of their hands, not collecting the cover charge. “I’ll see you in a bit Mark, when I get a break” said Tony as the three guys went into the club. The music was thumping and the floor was filled with guys dancing. Most were shirtless and some were almost naked with just a jockstrap or thong. Along one side was a large bar with some tables scattered around. They filtered through the crowd and it was obvious that Joe and Kyle knew a lot of the crowd - there were a few hugs and several asses slapped. They found a table that was empty and Mark headed to the bar. There were three bartenders working and he really liked their uniforms - a black jockstrap and a pair of Chucks. It displayed their sweaty bodies nicely and gave him something to lust over while he waited. Mark noticed that each of the bartenders had dollar bills stuck through the top strap, so he wasn’t sure if that was where they stored tips or if they danced too. He didn’t have to wait too long and one of the bartenders came over and yelled “whatcha need?” Mark gazed at the guy a bit too long, taking in his tight Latino body, six pack, smooth caramel skin with several prominent tattoos and a nipple ring. He had a bit of hair on his pecs and a thicker trail down to a sizable bulge in his jockstrap. There were glow sticks wrapped around his biceps showing off the muscle. His gaze was interrupted as the bartender yelled again “WHATCHA WANT?” Embarrassed, Mark yelled back “Three shots of Patron and three PBRs.” The bartender smiled, and gave him a wink and took off to get the drinks. Mark stared at his hot ass, perfectly framed by the jock’s leg straps, as he walked away and Mark felt his cock twitch. Soon the bartender was back with the drinks on a tray - three rocks glasses with a generous shot of tequila, three limes, a salt shaker and three tall cans of Pabst. The bartender yelled out “Thirty bucks, and I need the tray back right away.” Mark peeled off a 20 and two 10s handing 30 to the bartender and then reached over and stuffed the other 10 into the pouch of his jockstrap. Grabbing the tray, he carefully headed back to the table, dropping off the drinks. Mark never cared for the tequila ritual of salt and lime, so he just grabbed the glass as Joe and Kyle licked and salted their hand. “Salut” yelled Mark and they each downed their shots. Mark collected the glasses, salt shaker and spent limes and took them back to the bar and motioned to his sexy latin bartender that he had returned the tray and glasses. The bartender blew him a kiss and Mark blew one back and went back to the table. The table always seemed to have someone stopping by to say hi and he was introduced to many guys: Tim and Brandon, CJ and Nick and Stephanie and… ugh, he would never remember them all which was okay since he would likely never see them again. Joe and Kyle asked “How about we dance?” Mark, however, replied “You can. I’ll hold down the table,” and with that Joe and Kyle were off to the dance area. Mark watched them for a while, nursing his beer and enjoying the sight of his little brother dirty dancing with his boyfriend. At one point he saw Joe slide his hand down the back of Kyle's pants and Mark laughed, wondering if his load was still inside. Suddenly Mark felt a hand on his shoulder and two beers plopped down in front of him. It was Tony. “How the fuck are you?” was Tony’s greeting. “Doing great. Just back visiting for the weekend and checking up on Joey.” Mark and Tony chatted a bit and caught up. At one point Mark mentioned that he had a hotel for the weekend and maybe Tony could stop by before he left and sample his cock one more time. Tony looked down and then moved his head next to Mark’s ear and quietly stated “I’d love to play with you, but we gotta do it covered this time. I’m poz.” Mark turned his head and grinned at Tony and privately told him “No, we don't have to cover up. I'm also poz, but keep it quiet. I don’t want Joe to know yet.” Tony immediately had his smile back and they both hugged. Tony leaned in and told Mark “I haven’t said anything to Joe about you being gay. Does he know?” “Oh yeah, he does now. It has been an interesting day.” Mark made sure that he had Tony’s current number in his phone and Tony headed back to work just as Kyle walked up dripping with sweat and his t-shirt tucked into his jeans. Mark thought 'Damn he looks so fuckable right now' and almost wanted to bend him over and breed him again. Kyle took a swig of his beer and said “Joe is talking to a bud trying to score more weed. He’ll be back in a few.” “Cool” Mark replied and added “I’m gonna take a leak. Gotta recycle this beer.” Kyle said to Mark “Why don’t you wait 'til Joe gets back. I hate standing here alone, I feel like a loser.” Mark laughed and said “Sorry, nature calls and I can’t hold it much longer. You’ll be fine.” Mark headed over to the restroom and walked in. He was amazed at how big it was. How things change in a few years. He guessed gay clubs in college towns are no longer the dives they kept hidden like when he went to school. There were plenty of urinals, several stalls, a bunch of sinks and there seemed to be two connected rooms. He saw one stall with its door open and a guy fucking another just like he was in the airport the day before. He spotted an open urinal near the end and hurried over to it, whipping out his cock and pissed like crazy. Over his shoulder he heard a bunch of guys yelling and cheering. Once he finished pissing, he stuffed his cock back in his pants, quickly rinsed off his hands, and stepped into the other room to confirm what he suspected was going on. There was a group of about a dozen guys circled tightly around a guy who was bent over getting spit roasted. Mark moved in closer and watched the guy to his right drill the bottom slut. The guys to the sides were all stroking their cocks, some blowing their loads on the slut’s back. Mark pulled his cock out and started to stroke. The guy to his left let out a “Holy fuck, this dude’s pierced.” Mark blushed as everyone looked over to see his hard cock and 0 gauge PA. The guy to Mark’s left reached over and stroked Mark’s cock, gripping it tightly, and Mark reached over and stroked the guy's cock. The guy to his right grunted, bending over the slut, slamming his cock balls-deep as he came. The guy pulled out, his cum clearly oozing out of the slut’s hole. The guy to Mark’s left nudged him over and said “I want to see you fuck this cumdump.” A few of the other men nodded, as each stroke himself. Mark moved over and rubbed some of the cum on to the head of his cock and rested the ring on the slut's hole. Pushing in, the sluts well lubed and stretched hole swallowed up his thick cock. Once he was all the way in, he started fucking for all he was worth, totally enjoying the slut's hole. The guy to his left leaned over and kissed him while pinching his nipple. His thrusts got harder and harder the more his nips were played with. He felt his balls start to tighten and then the guy twisted his nip hard. That was all it took and Mark started to flood the slut with his venom. One spurt became five, then six, then seven. The guy to his left broke the kiss and stopped the nipple play and Mark pulled his cock out of the slut. Looking down at the slut’s ass he saw some cum drip out and a birthmark on the slut's right cheek. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. Mark stuffed his cum covered cock back into his jockstrap and zipped up. He washed his hands again as his heart was racing. He headed back to the table and found Kyle there. Kyle said “You ok man? You look like you saw a ghost.” Mark said “I’m fine. I just caught my cock on my zipper.” Kyle had gotten a round of beers and Mark took a big swig. The awkward silence was broken when Mark whispered in Kyle’s ear “Let’s keep our hookup this afternoon just between the two of us for now. Okay?” Kyle quietly replied "Absolutely. Joe knows I got bred this afternoon, but I didn’t tell him it was you.” “Thanks” Mark replied as he absorbed the ramifications. About that time Joe walked up and smiled, patting his bulging pocket. “Scored some good stuff.” They finished their beers and Joe said it had been a long hard week he was beat. It was almost closing time anyway, so how about they meet tomorrow about noon. Mark agreed and they headed out of the club where Mark slapped Tony’s ass and gave him a big hug. The guys walked back to the apartment. They hugged goodbye at the building door and Mark went to his car still kind of buzzed. 'Good thing the hotel isn’t far' he thought. He pulled in to the space right by his hotel room and went inside. Stripping his clothes off, he went into the shower and rinsed off. Leaning against the wall he let the hot water run all over his body. Finally he turned the water off and dried his body off and fell into the bed. Muttering 'shit' to himself, he rolled over and soon was sound asleep.

Each morning we were let out to the shower area to wash the piss and filth and cum from our bodies and to eat breakfast, naked and dripping with water, whilst the guards hosed out the cell. It was then I could see my compatriots and understand just how low I'd sunk. Fat, thin, hairy and smooth, some with sores on their skin, idiot faces and blackened teeth, like a vision from hell in a medieval painting. Then we'ed be shoved back into that hell-hole, the door clanged shut and I was engulfed in naked bodies. After a while, the temperature rose in the confined space. We began to sweat and I could feel the raw animal lust returning. My heart began to pound as I felt myself dragged to the floor, engulfed in flesh and the first cock nosing into my arsehole. By the end of the week, I had given up all hope, lost all inhibition and become an animal like the others, scrambling over sweating, shuddering bodies to find a cock to sit on or a slimy arse to fuck and my hole was gaping and swollen from constantly being fucked.

This is a story i have written for another site, but guessed you would like i the story here better, let me know if you like then i will post some more - greetings from Europe I was waiting in the fishtank to be processed to my cell in the general prison. The word fishtank was correct, we sat in a cage with 50 others guys, being watched by all the other prisoners who where passing by to their work, or foodhall and showers. I was one of the youngest guys in the tank, most guys there where between 25 and 50, it seemed i was the only young offender there. I did not sleep the last days, i was so tired, but fair did take the higher of me, being for the first time in prison, in a foreign country not knowing what to expect. How did I end up there? Well i dreamed about visiting New York for a long time, so finally i had arrived there, my first days i spend visiting all the landmarks in New York, like ground zero, fifth avenue, the Empire state building, Ellis Island. On Sunday i had visited the Guggenheim in the late afternoon and had a diner at a local Italian restaurant. To end the evening i had decided to have a stroll in Central Park, i never i had imagined it was such a big park. Soon i lost directions, and landed in the more dark parts of the park, fear did take to overhand from me, when a guy motioned me over to him, planning to ask him for directions, he offered me some drugs to buy from him, since i was not a user, i told him i was lost and needed some directions, and then suddenly from all sides, there was police, and i was booked as a drug user. They did not buy my story about being lost and i ended up in prison, not knowing me rights or taking a lawyer. Anyhow the lawyer the state had appointed did deliver a shit job, and i was shipped out to the nearest prison in the state. Since i have no family anymore, there was no one who could help me with my situation in my homecountry.I was sitting in the corner of the fishtank far away from other people, most guys would sit together with people of their own kind, white, blacks, hispanics with their own league. I had not really the feeling that i was fitting in. Most of the guys did freak me out, build far more bigger then me, i was not build like the most average american guys, i was a short and frail guy, while all these Americans where big guys, full of testorone, tatts and buzzcuts. I thought the most safe thing for me to do was to keep away from the others and minding my own business. I was looking out what was happening around the fishtanks, the most guys who where passing by, where scary and sometimes i tried to look away from them, just in fear and avoiding any conflicts. More fear was building up inside me, i was not sure how i could handle life when i would arrive in general population, i was working out a strategy for myself how i would cope. Little did i know about prison life in the Big America, there is no such thing as leading your own life in an American prison. Guys who where passing by where making funny signs to me, some made the international sigh for fucking, which seemed odd to me, so i was looking the other way. Others pointed to me and made signs like you and me together, just i did not understand it what they meant.The truth was that i was already being sold under the inmates, rumours had passed that i was a first timer, never been in prison before, a foreigner, and probably a victim of injustice. They could smell my fear from 5 miles, everybody there could tell i was not a fighter, i would be an easy target for everybody who would have a go with me.There was a caucasian guy passing by with a bunch of other guys, and he did notice me and stopped in his tracks. He was observing me, like i was some animal in the zoo, suddenly he was smilling to me, and i thought wow finaly somebody who is friendly to me. Soon he was chattting up his buddies, and one of his buddies did walk up to a group of guys who where standing with their backs to the metal bars.Soon they turned around, and i was watching their moves, wondering what would happen. The guy started small talk to the guys, and soon all faces moved to my directions, where they discussing me? One of the guys i did know from the first days i was in the holding cell, did move forward to the guy, and he started talking to the guy outside the fishtank. My mind was racing, what could they talk about? The guy who was with me in the holding cell had questioned me out what i was doing in an american cell, so he did know pretty well a small part of my story, was he now spilling the beans on me????To be continued I was obvious the object of discussion between the guys in the fishtank, and the guys outsides the tank, all eyes where focussed on me, i was not sure if this was a good thing, of if this would mean trouble. Somehow i would preffered that they would discuss somebody else in the tank, plenty of guys to talk about, why me???? Little did in know, being a loner, and keeping to yourself is not a good thing. You better stick with the others, and preferably with guys of your own race. In prison it is blacks and hispanics how call the shots, being white is a minority, the only whites who survives are the once who belong to the Aryan Brotherhood, and these guys where totally not my scene, i am an openminded guy, anti racist, being a multicultural guy, having friends all over the world. Guess being multicultural is not going to work in jail, soon i would find that out and learn it the hard way. More spectators where in the meantime watching me, what is going on, is this a fucking zoo???? People watching me was beginning to freak me out. The new onlookers where a group of black guys, all big guys, like they just came back from a basketball game, their arms where as thick as the upperside of my legs, and i have pretty strong muscled legs. These guys where really scaring the shit out of me. I tried to move away from their gazes, and move away to the other site of the pod, where the guards where sitting, i felt a bit more safer there. I was covering my face with both hands, and true the opening of my fingers i was trying to make out, if they where still discussing me. The guys in the fishtank where still watching me, and thee so cold friend was still talking to the guy outside the fishtank. Soon i saw that he made his move again to the group of guys and it was obvious that the guy how smilled earlier to me, was in control there. He was asking the other out about me, and in the meanwhile they where all watching me. Soon there was a discussion going between the blacks and the whites, and it was clear that they where discussing me. What was the fuck going on here. The tension was building up in me, what was my future here, how could i avoid any contact with all these people here. Soon i would find out, wardens came into the fishtank and they where calling out names, we had to line up when our name was called out, i saw that the guys outside the tank where motioned to go back to their cells, and prepare their vacant beds to the newcomers. I was hoping to have a cell to my own, i was not sure how a prisoncell looked like in the USA. The fist days of my incarcement i was always in general domitory style tier where a large number of people where sleeping aswell, on privacy means it was total hell for me, i could even not piss in a public toilet when there was another guy standing next to me, let alone having a dump, while 50 other guys where watching me. Soon i heard the warden calling out my name, everybody was watching if i would make the move into the line. When i arrived at the line, the head warden motioned me over to him, and said he would take care of me, whatever that might mean. Others where watching me, and they where discussing me, i was already thinking since i am a foreigner, they are going to treat me special here, i gave a sigh of relieve. The head warden escorted me out of the tank, and walked with me over to the general population, there i came into a large room, where there all cell rooms against the walls of the large room, in the center of the room was a kind of control room, and then you had 3 floors where they where cells. The warden escorted me to a cell in the far corner of the upper floor, i was still hoping for a cell on my own, but when i arrived at the door of the cell, my whole world crushed, there he was standing the leader of the group, who was smiling to me earlier outside the fishtank. I was not sure what to make of him. The warden spoke to my new cellie, here is your bait Rodney, as promised, make sure he keeps out of trouble, and make sure he keeps his nose clean, i will deal with you later. There i was standing in a 2 man cell left by the warden and facing the grimacing face of my new cellmate, Rodney was bunked up against the wall of his bunk, with one arm behind his head and the other hand inside his open jumpsuit, i could see his hearless chest, covered with a lot of tattoos. I had no stuff with me, just the jumpsuit i was wearing, some clothes they have given me, and then a cushion, bedsheets a cover and 2 towels. Standing there i felt intimidated by the big guy watching me, he had a vicious grin on his face, i think he could smell my fear from a mile. I was not sure what to do, should i say hi, should i shake his hand, should i keep stumm???? I never had to deal with a situation like this, and i am very bad at reading people. Rodney was watching at me intensely, he was looking at me from top to toe. Hello little foreigner, welcome to Rodneys palace, he spoke out to me, i was not sure, if he was serious or mocking me about. Palace?????? This shithole was hardly a palace, there where 2 bunks above each other, a toilet, a sink and some storage room, which was been taken for 90 percent by Rodneys stuff. Your sleep on the top pretty boy, for now at least, in the future it might change, who knows, time will tell. What does he mean with this comment???? My mind was racing like crazy, how am i going to cope here???? I was making a move to go to the upper bunk, while Rodney came upright from his bunk, still with his hand in his jumpsuit, little imagiantion i needed what he was doing with his hand in his jumpsuit, it was clear he was playing with his member while watching my every move. Rodney was towering over me, the top of my head did not even reach his big shoulder, i was small compared to this giant, i did not notice how big he was earlier when he was watching me outside the fishtank. I could feel his breathing blowing into my blond hair. I felt akward now, watching this big guy towering over me, i tried to break contact by throwing my stuff to the ground, and making up my bed with the stuff they have given me. Rodney had not the intention to help me, either shifting to the side in order that i could make my bed. I tried to make up my bunkwhile Rodney was watching every move i made, it was not easy making up my bed, while he was towering over me. I tried to avoid any body contact, but he tried it in everyway possible, his hand was still deep in the opening of his jumpsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination of what he was doing. I did not dare to watch him, just to avoid that he was getting the wrong ideas about me, i pretended he was not even there. Rodney was shifting his body, and i thought finally he is going to make room for me, so that i could make up my bed, but before i did know it, he was standing with his breast to my back, forcing me in between him and the metal bars of the bed, my neck, was forced to the iron bar of the matrass of the upper bunk. I was afraid to make any move, i could feel his outlining of his dick, pushing against my back. He lowered his head, and i could feel hit hot breath against the lobe of my ear, you like that boy, you like it when i poke your back, your mine now, your are my property.This triggered my alarm, and i pulled out from him the hardway, hurting my knee on the lower bunk, i was scared shitless from my own reaction. It did not take long or his strong hand that just has been playing with his member was know aroung my throat, puttting on some severe force. What is wrong whiteboy, do you not like to be cuddled up by a big boy? He was increasing the pressure on my neck, he could have snapped my neckbone there and then, pushing me against the metal bar of the upper bunk, i had nowhere to go. You realise punk that you here with a purpose, you are my property now, i bought you, your ass belongs to me, i can do anything i want with you, you have nowhere to go. I was sweating like a pig, my fear was in my face, there was not much i could do, to hold this guy off. I spatted out, i am nobody's property, i am a free man, slavery is over, already a longtime ago i shouted out. Before i had see it coming, his fist did hit my face, at the same time i flew backwards, with my head against the wall, having a double inpact knocking myself out. Somehow i had not lost total conscious, bit my head was hurting massive, Rodney was on his knees in front of me, gripping the collar my jumpsuit, pulling me up till our face where pressed against each other, his spitt was hitting my face, listen punk, you are mine now, and if you don't like it, your ass will be sold to the black guys here, a then your ass will be as big as the hole of a sewerpipe, you get that punk, and with that he let me drop, and my head did hit the wall again, i was nearly shitting myself. Rodney did walk away angry, while i was trying to compose myself, wow this was the first incident, and i was not yet half an hour in the cell. I was trying to get up from the floor, but everything in my body did hurt. When i came up, i saw my reflection in the mirror, my face was covered in blood, his fist had made one good hit, my nose was bleeding, as well my lips, and a part of me eyesocket, as where my elbows of the impact to the floor and wall. I was trying to walk to the sink, when another guy came in, i recognised him from before, he was the one who talked to the guys inside the fishtank, and reported back on Rodney. I was already covering my face, because i was thinking he was coming to finnish the job, but instead he was laughing. Well well, i can see you and Rodney will become good friends, i already can tell. Hey by the way i am little Stevie, i did wonder why they would call him little Stevie, he had the same bulk as Rodney, before i could even drop the question, he told me that he had a dick of 28 cms, so that was why everybody could him little to mock him. Listen baby, don't piss of Rodney, you better do what he says if your dick and balls are dear to you, he rips them off with one go if you not comply to him. Here in prison the gangs have their own rules, you better belong to our gang, then being whored out to the latinos or the blacks. Clean yourself up, it is nearly chow time, you better not show up there with a bloody face, before you know it, somebody will finnish you off there. He left as soon as he had entered, and in the meanwhile i started to clean up my smashed face. Stevie did join Rodney again who was sitting with the rest of the guys, on their own plot dedicated to their gang, every gang had their on sitting place in the pod, these dedicated places where forebidden for guys from another gang. Well tell me Stevie how is the bitch doing in there??? Did you tell him to what his place is in here????? Yes i did, would never have believed that he would come against you, hihihi the bitch has balls, and he paid the cost for it. But i guess you have to work on him, because, he is tougher then he looks. Listen i paid the headwarden some dope to get the bitch in my cell, he has to pay up soon, i figured out a plan who we can speed up plans to turn this little bitch in a punk that brings us money. Tommorow when he hits the showers, make sure, there is a welcome committee, and make sure he understands what the guys wants, and then they have to increase the presurre on him, i want to make sure, he comes to me begging for protection. Rodney was making plans, Stevie would ask guys from a befriended gang, to await Tim in the showers, first they would shower, and when Tim would enter the shower cubicle, they would close into him, and start the intimidation, and use some force to make clear what they wanted.In them meantime Tim was cleaning up and checking all the damages to his body. He had severe bruises in his face, it would be clear that he would have a blue face in a few days. He was cleaning up with one of the towels with cold water, he was trying to remove the blood from face and arms, his ass was hurting like hell. He had the threat in the back of his head of Stevie that he would have to make sure, he would not show his bruises to the guys in the chow hall. Rodney, was entering the cell enjoying the view of the half naked Tim who was cleaning up at the small sink. Tim look scared into the mirror, expecting to receive other blows, but funny enough Rodney did go to his bunk with a grin on his face. Tim was checking every move Rodney made, just to be safe. Rodney was checking out Tim ass and started to grope the outlines of his dick. Rodney made sure Tim was watching him, and made sure Tim would feel that he was preying on him. Tim was disgusted with the with the attitude of Rodney, why would he not apoligize for his actions, Tim was sure that sharing a cell with this guy would not be a walk in the park, he would have to watch every move he would make, being carefull and on constant watch to make sure he was save, he could not let his guard down with this guy. Tim was getting dressed again, he had some bloodspatters on his jumpsuit, but there was nothing he could do, he would clean it during the night.The warden gave the signal that it was time to go to eat, Rodney was getting up from his bunk and turned towards Tim, listen pretty boy, sorry that i did hit you, but it was for your own good. Anyhow if you go to the chow hall, you better stay close to me, to make sure you are safe, if not others guys will see that you are available to them. A big warning to you, it is better that you watch the floor, and not into the faces of other guys, just keep to yourself, stay close to me, and you will sit at the table of my gang. Tim mind was racing, why is he now so protective about me, first he kicks the shit out of me, and then he wants to play the big brother and protect me. Tim was considering his options, he figured out, maybe Rodney was right to stay put to him, stay close and avoiding any eyecontact with other inmates. Soon Rodney did turned to the door and Tim was close behind him following his every step. The walk to the chowhall was very intimidating, Tim was very close to Rodney, and guys where making obscene remarks to Rodney and Tim, hey Rod is he your new fucktoy, did you already ride him, does he suck you off, is he your new cashmachine. Tims mind was running overtime, what where they all on about, what where they suggesting, guys where feeling him up, touching his ass, at a certain moment, Rodney, gave a kick to a guy who was feeling up the ass of Tim, do not once try to touch my property asshole, or i am going to give you the eternal smile. It seemed ages to reach the chowhall, when they finally entered the chowhall, it seemd to mike that they just entered a big market place at some exotic island, guys from all colors where sitting there at long rows of table, the hall must have given place for a thousand men, ranging from white-white to black black and all the colourschemes in between. Tim was scared to have a good look around, so he was sometimes having a peek from the corner of the eye scanning his new surroundings. Soon they where joined by Little Stevie and the rest of the gang, everybody was making remarks about Rodneys new cellie, like it seemed that Tim was deaf, and not really there.

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Hot as fuck posts! I'm going to drink beer again this afternoon - just started actually. I'm even more turned on to keep drinking my beer piss. When i piss into the beer bottle and drink it, it is SO warm, which turns me on even more. Doing 420 too. How many bottles of my beer piss you think I should drink today? Would love to find someone to get together with who would order me to drink my own piss AND piss into a glass and order me to drink his warm piss nectar. I don't care what it tastes like, just force me to drink your man piss!!!

A couple of years ago I was at home, tipsy but not drunk, and got online chatting with some guy. He ordered me to piss into my empty wine glass, so I did. Then he ordered me to drink it. I'd never done that before (I had pissed on myself plenty of times over the years) but I took a sip. He ordered me to drink it all. So I did. It really turned me on, especially because of the temperature of it from coming right out of me. Now I love drinking piss, but especially straight from the tap.

Hell yeah I drink my own piss; hate to waste piss anytime. Love to drink piss from another man; and so enjoy a piss69

A guy I fucked 3 weeks ago has been very sick this week. I think I might be a new daddy!

Agreed! Also for me it's about what I like! I enjoy rape scenes and tops that will force their way into me & take what they want for as long as they want. Too often, I find tops who aren't really willing to do that & I end up disappointed. I may not be enjoying it in the moment but that's ok. My entire goal is to please a top, no matter what I have I go through to get to the point. Quite franklu, the more I suffer for the top, the more satisfied I am at the end of it all that I've done what's required of me & satisfied a real man

do it! the best cock I've ever taken is my dads.nothing compares to getting fucked by family

"It's time for some happy cock pills!" Jesse announced. "Water for Eliot and beer for the rest of us," Lemar doled out the Cialis while Jesse and Billy Dee passed the beverages. All of us took the pills and gulped water and beer, respectively. "I think we need to get naked now." We all stood up and shed our clothes. I'd seen Jesse, Lemar and Curtis naked before, but Donelle and Billy Dee were new to me, so I made sure to get a good look at them. Donelle had a smooth chest, rippling muscles and flaccid, his cock hung nearly halfway down his leg, with a thick foreskin and balls the size of peaches. Billy Dee was lean and lithe, a pelt of fur covered his pecs and a lush treasure trail led to the thickest cock I'd ever seen and nice sized hairy balls. "Since he was generous enough to offer himself to us, I think we need to show Eliot our hospitality." Lemar said. "There's a game we play called Musical Men. Would you care to give it a try?" My mind was in overdrive, imagining how the game was played. "I'll try anything.....3 times to be sure I'm doing it right!" I chuckled "Something tells me I'll be winning. How do we play?" "It's quite simple." Lemar said. "We form a circle around you and as the music plays, we gently turn you around and when the music stops, the man in front of you has you to himself for 2 minutes." "Oooh! Sounds more like Musical Foreplay to me!" I cooed. "Whatever you call it, form a circle, crank up the music and let's get this game started." Lemar walked over to the dresser, taking out his Ipod and bluetooth speaker. "Just one more thing," he said, "after a guy has his 2 minutes with you, he leaves the circle. We can go old school with the music. Gather around Eliot and let the game begin." The 5 of them formed a circle around me and as "Macho Man" played, hands grabbed my shoulders and gently spun me around. When the music stopped, Curtis was in front of me. He kissed me for a few seconds and then, not unexpectedly, he turned around, bent over and spread his fuzzy ass cheeks. Crouching down, I thrust my tongue inside, savoring the familiar taste. "Eat! Eat! Eat!" The others chanted. Reaching under Curtis, I grabbed his balls and put them in my mouth, 1 at a time. "Time's up!" Lemar announced and Curtis left the circle. Once more, the music started and hands spun me and I was left with Lemar facing me. He shoved my face into his armpit where I licked and sniffed in piggy style. Pushing me to my knees, he grabbed my ears and impaled my mouth on his cock. "You'll be feeling that up your ass later, at least once! Time's up!" Again, the music played and I was turned around, facing Donelle when the music stopped. He stuck his index finger in my mouth and once it was sufficiently wet, he reached around and eased it into my ass. Pulling me close, he placed my hand on his cock and kissed me. Briefly breaking the kiss, he whispered, "This could be your life with me." I actually found myself considering the proposition until Lemar announced, "Time's up!" Jesse and Billy Dee turned me around and when the music stopped, Billy Dee was next. He pushed me down on my knees and the thickness of his cock stretched my mouth. "One way or another," he said, "I'm getting that in you tonight." Lemar announced, "Time's up!" With only Jesse remaining, there was no need for music. He put my hand on his cock and took my cock in his hand and said, "I'm gonna pound your ass and then I wanna find out if Curtis is right about how good you fuck!" "Game's over!" Lemar declared. "That was a fun game!" I said, walking over to the dresser and grabbing my cigs and lighter from my bag. "If you guys don't mind, I could use a smoke." "Good idea." Jesse said. "We might as well all relax before we hit the glass cock. Beer tends to go right through me, so if you're serious about what you said earlier, I'll be ready soon." To be continued

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...

Step-Dad Gets a Pig - Part 2 (thanks for the edits and the comment, Hotload84!) Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." There was a tiny cricket voice in the back of my head that spoke up then, pointing out that when your supposedly straight, self-proclaimed redneck step-dad calls you "faggot", a sudden rush of arousal is not the typical response - you should be feeling fear or anger. But whatever Bud had done to my ass was rapidly spreading fire through my body, and I couldn't think clearly at all. It also might have had something to do with Bud's monster cock, which I was just seeing for the first time in 6 years. It was thick, and veined, and slightly paler than the skin that was exposed to the sun, straight as a rod, and thick as the handle of a tennis racket. I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so while I could see markings on it, possibly tattoos, I couldn't tell what they were. Bud pulled my chin again, forcing my eyes off his cock and into his own penetrating icy blue gaze. "Eyes up, boy", he said, "you aren't ready for that yet." I think that the sounds that emerged from me at that point could best be described as a whimper - I'm not certain, since I'd never made such a primal animal sound before. He gripped my chin even tighter. "You do everything I say, right?" he said, "that was the agreement." Again, that cricket voice piped up again, but I was on fire and knew that if I didn't get his fingers, or cock, or even the fucking bedpost into my ass soon, I was going to lose it - so I stomped on that little cricket in my head, and nodded my affirmation. He stared at me for a second, gauging something, then spat in my face. I would have jerked back, except for his tight hold on my chin. He kept the grip on, and with his other hand, he wiped the saliva into my face, into my pores. "Good boy," he said, his voice grumbling low in a way that went straight to my burning hole, "you barely flinched. Now stay put and don't move a muscle." Not moving a muscle when your body is on fire with lust and a prime specimen of manhood is walking away from you, monster cock hanging free, is more complicated than it sounds. But Bud had told me to do it, and I had agreed to do everything he said, so I held it together as best I could. Bud came back into view quickly, which meant that he couldn't have stepped away much further than my dresser. He returned with some items that I recognized from the porn that I watched secretly, a couple of dildos of various sizes and a butt-plug, I think it was. He also had a little brown bottle filled with liquid, and a mirror with some powder and a straw. At the site of this (I'm not totally stupid and naive) the Ziploc sound and the now overwhelming feeling of burning lust clicked together. "Booty bump", I croaked out, and he grinned a little. "So, boy," he said, grinning, "you aren't as innocent as all that. That's going to make this so much fucking easier." He pulled the Ziploc out, and I could see it was half full of crystal shards and half full of powder. "This, boy," he said, gesturing at the bag, "is meth, also known as Tina, XTina, or T. I, personally, call it pig feed. You are currently feeling it's effects, since I made sure to coat my fingers pretty heavily in powder the last two times I shoved them into your hole. That means, boy, that you are currently flying - but it gets so much better." While he spoke, he took the smaller of the two dildos, and drizzled some lube on it. He started rubbing the lube in, and my cock, though curiously limp, started tingling like he was rubbing the lube into my own skin. He finished lubing it up, and set it down on the flat end. He then looked into my eyes, and whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he said, "Okay, faggot, let's get started giving you what you asked for." Bud pulled me from my horizontal position into a sitting up position on the bed. Luckily, this allowed me to lean back into the wall that was behind me. Bud grabbed my dangling legs and shoved them onto the bed, which tilted me back enough to leave my hole accessible. I was still, well, "flying" was the term Bud used, by reality was gripping me tighter with each passing second. I was starting to accurately gauge the situation, and just beginning to freak out - and even more alarming was the fact that I was so freaked out by the fact that I wasn't really that freaked out. Bud reached for something I hadn't noticed before, four leather straps. Two of these he gently placed on my ankles and two on my wrists. He then hooked my ankles to my wrists, right to right and left to left. "Just in case," he smirked. I tested the restraints, and discovered all I could do in them was lift my legs higher and wider apart, leaving my hole more exposed. Bud picked up the lubed dildo, and rubbed it gently on my hole. I made a little noise at the back of my throat. He took the dildo, opened the Ziploc and swirled it around inside. He pulled it out and in the morning light I could see tiny shards and powder stuck to the lube. He then put the head of the dildo just at the opening of my hole, and left it there. I almost lost it, so close and yet miles away. He then picked up the bottle, and shook it. "A little more persuasion," he said, "I'm going to place the mouth of this bottle under your right nostril and close your left. You are going to inhale until I tell you to stop, got it? Then we'll do the other nostril." I nodded, because I couldn't think of any other response. Bud twisted open the top of the bottle, breaking the plastic seal. He covered my left nostril, and the bottle went under the right. I tried inhaling, but the unfamiliar chemical odor had me shying away. Bud held firm, and said, "I told you to inhale, faggot - now do it, and keep doing it until I tell you to fucking stop!" His sharp command brought me to my senses and I started drawing in huge breaths of this chemical haze into my nostril. After three or four deep inhalations, he switched nostrils. At this point, another unfamiliar lusty feeling was creeping over me, and I calculated that it was coming from that little brown bottle. I started inhaling deeper and deeper, only stopping when he pulled away. I laid back to enjoy the new sense of warm euphoria creeping over me, but I could hear the chuckle in his voice as he put the lid back on the bottle. "I was right - you were born for this, boy". The problem now was the dildo. I knew that it was just grazing my hole, because I was becoming more and more aware of it's presence every second, but Bud was making no move to insert it. Instead, he reached down for the mirror, and picked up the straw. "This," he said, gesturing at the powder on the mirror and in the little bag, "this is quality shit that I got from one of those Mexican garbage men who do our neighborhood. Remember, boy, Mexicans know their quality shit when it comes to narcotics." There were four lines on the mirror. "Two for you and two for me, boy." Bud said, "I'm just going to show you how it's done." He took the short straw and ran it along one of the lines of powder, inhaling sharply and sucking it up through the straw into his nose. Then he demonstrated on another. Then he took the straw, shoved it up my right nostril, and held the mirror underneath. Now, normally I wouldn't have dare to try, but I was feeling horny and messed up from that little brown bottle, so I mimicked Bud and inhaled. The powder flew up my nose, burning my nostril, nasal passages and sinuses. Before I could think, Bud swapped nostrils and lines, and I repeated the action. Now totally spun, when he held the mirror to my lips and said, "Lick it clean, boy", I was frantic to get the last little particles of powder, because it felt so fucking good. "Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." Coming soon - part 3

Wow, another hot afternoon. I posted another anonymous sex ad on CL and got tons of responses again. Only a percentage ever comes through and this time I got hit up by a stocky Hawaiian guy. Probably in his late 20's. He wasn't that hung but it was hard and he had a hot hairy body. Sucked him for a while and then asked if he wanted to fuck me. He was pretty eager to do it so sat right down on his 5 inches for a few minutes and then he said he wanted me on my back... that is my favorite position so I flipped off him and put my legs up. He slammed into me and started pounding. It was so hot having this hot dark skinned big bellied young guy fucking me. He had been pretty quiet up to that point but as he was getting close to shooting he started getting vocal saying "you want my load" and stuff like that... I grabbed his ample ass and pulled him into me as he unloaded... phew it felt like he shot a lot. He rolled off me and pulled my head over to clean him off. Licked the cum off him and tasted my ass. That was hot and unexpected. He got out of here pretty fast but seemed okay with the whole thing. Load 1 While he was fucking me I got hit up by a tall handsome 27 yo. I told him I would suck him and he could fuck me. Pretty soon he was over and I was totally turned on by him. Tall, lanky, rough looking. He was coming from work as a carpenter so was dusty and sweaty. He said he would shower but I wanted him salty. He got hard right away as he sucked me and he was good... I almost shot but pulled him off in time. Took him into the bedroom and started sucking away. I had told another guy to come over but didn't expect him. So in the middle of things the phone rang and it was him at the front door. The guy came up and was a huge tall stocky guy. Very hot and hairy. My type completely. I think the skinny young guy was a bit taken aback but he seemed interested too. The big guy only wanted to get blown so we both sucked him and I was the lucky one to get his load deep down my throat. Load 2. He got out of here fast and I got down to business on the young guy. He was really close to cumming so I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said sure and i sat right down on it without any offer of a condom. He kind of looked at me funny but I just started working my ass on his cock and he never said a word about safe.... He told me he wanted me to cum first so I flipped on my back and he started fucking me with a vengence. Did I mention he was pretty big - you know those tall skinny guys. They are often well hung. So I closed my eyes and imagined he was my ex's 21 y.o. son (another story I will tell if I get up the nerve) and I shot a big load on my chest. It was so cool because the minute he felt my squeezing his ass while I came... he shot in my hole... stopped and just squirted. He immediately pulled out and hopped off. Load 3. It was at that point that I realized this was probably his first time fucking a guy... he looked totally bewildered. It was adorable... He jumped in the shower and I sent him off. I HOPE I see him again but not sure. So I enjoyed playing with my ass with two loads in me and then squatted in front of the mirror to see it get pushed out. You could almost tell that they were different loads.. The first out was kind of watery and a lot .. then I pushed some more and it seemed to be thicker cum that came out... Who knows... it it is so rare that I get two at once... Open to meet up with guys in the Baltimore and south area...