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Part 47 - Boning for a Job Joe spent the morning talking with Kyle about the job. He was worried that Kyle would be reluctant to go to California with him if he didn’t have a job out there too. If Joe had to choose, he would choose Kyle over a job, but he really wanted both. Plus, he would be close to Mark and he really enjoyed their renewed connection. Kyle insisted that he take the job. The pay was good enough to support both of them and he would look for jobs in the area both before and after they graduated. Joe called an uber to get to the hotel to meet Greg and whoever else he had invited. It was a little more complicated than he had planned on, but decided to enjoy the time. Joe had gotten a text message with the room number and he walked through the elegant lobby to the elevators. He got off on the sixth floor and went to room 609 and knocked. The door opened and Greg was standing there in just a jockstrap. Joe walked in and set his backpack down and as soon as he stood up, Greg had him up against the wall and his tongue diving for his throat. Greg’s hands lowered and then slipped behind Joe and then gripped his butt cheeks. Greg pulled him up and carried him to the bed and then leaned over, laying Joe down. Greg climbed on top, pinning Joe’s hands to the bed. “Hey there, sexy. I’ve missed you.” “I missed you too” said Joe and added “How have you been doing, now that you’re all charged up?” “Well, that flu sucked big time. After that, I felt great. And every time I breed a guy I feel even better” Greg said. “Good, I was hoping you would share once you were toxic. That was part of the deal, right?” asked Joe. “Yeah, it was and I’ve been doing my best. I’ve bred a few dozen guys. Not sure if I’ve tagged any yet, though” Greg replied. “It will happen, don’t worry. I thought you said there was going to be a group today” Joe said, looking up at Greg. “Yeah, that’s later. I wanted some time with you alone. Save your loads though, they need to be used on the guests and you already got me, hehe.” “Ok, but now you have me curious who these guys are” Joe said. “Shhh, you’ll find out soon enough. Now suck my cock” Greg said sternly. Joe rolled over and nibbled his way down Greg’s body and swallowed his cock to the base with one gulp. He sucked Greg’s cock before moving to his balls, careful not to get Greg too worked up and let him waste his load. While Greg was firmly in control, this meeting was a lot more sensuous than their previous two sessions. They spent more time cuddling and kissing and even when Greg fucked Joe, it was not as intense. Joe hoped that Greg wasn’t getting attached to him. He liked Greg and was appreciative of him following through with the job, but he always was careful about clients getting too close. Greg’s alarm went off and he slowly pulled his cock out of Joe’s ass. “Damn, I could do this forever, but the other guys are going to be here soon” Greg said. Greg went over to his clothes that were neatly stacked in the dresser and pulled out a stack of cash. He peeled off $1000 and handed it to Joe. “Greg, I can’t take your money. You’ve paid me a hundred times over by getting me a job” Joe said. “Take the money. Until you start working for my company, you are still a student. You’re going to need to pay the bills until you graduate and maybe longer. Now, don’t say too much about our previous meetings to the guys that show up today. As far as they are concerned, we met when I was visiting your campus and you happened to be one of our interviewees. We fucked on a hookup before the interview. Nothing more. OK?” Greg said seriously. Joe sighed and put the money in his jeans pocket. “Yes, sir. You’re the boss” he said to Greg. “Speaking of which… Have you considered our offer?” Greg asked. “Is this really the time to talk about this? Naked in a hotel room?” Joe joked. “Well, it won’t be official unless you have the offer letter signed here, but I’m curious” Greg said. Joe reached into his backpack and handed Greg the offer letter. “Consider it accepted” Joe said. Greg took the letter and quickly looked it over before putting it in the dresser, then turning to Joe and hugging him. Greg said to Joe “Thanks and welcome to the insane asylum. You made a good decision. Though it might make the next hour or so a bit interesting.” Just then there was a knock at the door. Greg went over and opened it and let a guy in. “I see you’ve already started, Greg” a vaguely familiar voice said. Joe turned and saw the goth guy from his interview walk into the room. As soon as Patrick saw Joe standing there naked he stopped and said “What the fuck? Greg, what’s going on here?” Greg laughed and said “I told you I had a surprise. I think you remember Joe. He’s going to help us out on our project. You sometimes say our employees fuck us over and he’s going to do his best today. Joe, you remember Patrick. He’s going to be your boss in a few months, but today he’s your bitch.” Joe felt his stomach flip flop a few times and couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. Patrick looked up and down at Joe and licked his lips. “You look a hell of a lot hotter without those clothes on. You should have been naked at your interview and I would have hired you on the spot” Patrick said. After a pause he continued “I figured you were gay if Greg was raving about you. You’re not like the guys he usually picks up, though, but I figured he had hooked up with you the way he went on. Are you’re the one that did him?” Joe took a deep breath and didn’t really want to answer the question. It really wasn’t anyones business besides Greg and him. Thankfully Greg interrupted and said “Let’s just say it happened on that trip. As you can see from the tattoos, Joe doesn’t hide his current status. He’s nice and potent and perfect for today’s fun.” Patrick circled around Joe looking at all of his body and noticing both the ink and the steel. “Do you take that out to fuck?” he asked Joe. “Nope. I just stretched it up a size so its got more mass” Joe said with a smile. There was another knock at the door and Greg motioned for the other two to stay quiet and move around the corner. Greg opened the door and said “I was starting to get worried that you had decided to not go through with it.” Another familiar voice said “I’m sorry sir. I’ve been down the hall trying to get the nerve to come in.” “If you’re not ready, I understand. There’s no going back. You can leave now, but you know what the deal is” Greg said. “Yes, sir. I am ready.” “Good. Then come in and meet the other guys. One is like you and the other is going to help you two on your quest” Greg said as he walked into the room. Raphi walked into the room and gasped as he saw Patrick and Joe. His eyes darted back and forth between the two and Joe could see a new wave of panic take over Raphi. Greg came up behind him and massaged his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. “So, Patrick and Raphi want to get charged up. Each has their own reasons, but I told them that I could help. Joe here is poz and toxic. So am I. We’re going to give you our loads and hopefully we will get you both converted. I know that we all work together, so it might be awkward, but this is not a company event. We are just guys meeting to fuck” Greg said as he started to pull Raphi’s shirt off. Joe started to help Patrick undress and soon all four were naked. Joe looked over Patrick’s naked body and saw a skinny, pale guy. He was a couple inches taller than Joe and naturally smooth. His cock was like his body, pale, long and thin. His straight dark hair hung over his head, covering his eyes and there was a matching trimmed bush around his cock. He looked over and saw Raphi standing next to Greg and the difference was startling. Raphi was a a few inches shorter than Joe, not skinny but not muscled. He was latino and had perfect light brown skin with a dark trail that ran from mid chest down to his cock and a light covering of black hair over his pecs. His lower half was pretty hairy and his cock seemed to be a growing uncut six inches. Joe and Patrick took one side of the king bed and Greg led Raphi to the other side. Joe grabbed his backpack and pulled out a few items and tossed them on the bed. He dug around and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers and took a hit before passing the bottle to Patrick. After Patrick took two long hits, he passed the bottle to Greg. Joe looked Patrick in the eye and said quietly “Do you really want this? There’s no guarantee, but I have a good track record.” Patrick leaned in and kissed Joe deeply and whispered “Yeah I do. I want to knock my cheating boyfriend up. The fucker has kept me from playing around and now I want revenge.” Joe smiled and looked back at Patrick “I hope I don’t regret this in a few months.” “Don’t worry, I keep playtime and work time separate. Now, lets see if all of Greg’s raves about you are true” Patrick said as he dropped to his knees and began to suck Joe’s half hard cock. Joe’s cock reacted quickly and Joe knew that his future boss was really skilled at sucking cock. He had no problem taking it all the way and didn’t gag with the piercing in his throat. His cock had a thick coating of throat slime all over it and Joe wanted to feel Patrick’s ass suck his cock in. He stood there getting sucked and started thinking of ways to ensure Patrick got pozzed. He had taken the bottle brush out of his backpack for the trip and wondered what he might have in his bag to replace it and then grinned. He pulled Patrick up and saw Raphi’s face buried in Greg’s crotch. He whispered to Patrick “Want me to brush your hole?” and saw Patrick’s eyes get big before he nodded slowly. Joe reached down and rifled through the bag and came out with his travel toothbrush and pushed Patrick onto the bed on his knees. Joe stuffed one of Patrick’s socks into his mouth before going to work. He knew this was going to hurt, but he slowly inserted the brush into Patrick’s anal cavity. He pushed in and out while twisting the brush around and he could hear the muffled screams from Patrick. Greg looked over and grinned, remembering how Joe had tortured his hole. Joe spent a few more minutes prepping Patrick’s hole before pulling the brush out. There wasn’t a white bristle left and Joe made sure that Patrick saw the result. Joe pulled the sock out and shoved the toothbrush into Patrick’s mouth. Joe’s cock was dripping and he saw a trickle of blood run out of Patrick’s hole. He spat on the hole and then slowly inserted his rigid penis into Patrick’s destroyed pussy. Once his balls were against Patrick’s, he ground his hips forcing his cock around inside Patrick. Then Joe began pounding in. He had no intention of this being a gentle fuck. Suddenly the bed bounced as Greg threw Raphi on to the bed on his back. Greg reached over and pulled the toothbrush out of Patrick’s mouth and roughly jabbed it into Raphi’s cunt. Raphi’s tried to stifle his screams but was only partially successful. Greg reamed the boy’s hole while Joe was drilling Patrick. Joe wasn’t sure what was lubing his cock, but it was probably a mixture of precum and blood. The bed shook as Greg rammed his cock into Raphi’s hole and more stifled screams filled the room. Patrick felt like a doe in a nature documentary about the rut. Joe was his buck and was intent on knocking him up. The pain was very present but this is what he was here for. Greg was right, Joe really knew how to fuck and as rough as it was he was enjoying every second and his moans told Joe that. Most guys that had fucked him never had this intensity or variety during the fuck. He felt Joe’s breath on the back of his neck and moaned louder. He felt Joe’s teeth bite in gently and knew he was probably getting close. Patrick worked his ass muscles, milking Joe’s cock, getting Joe even closer. With a grunt, Joe unleashed a huge load of his toxic seed into Patrick’s battered hole. Joe’s chest was on Patrick’s pale, sweaty back and as the last pulses from his cock ended he heard Patrick say “Fuck, that was amazing. Greg, you weren’t shitting me.” Joe chuckled and then slowly pulled out. The bed was still shaking as Greg was pounding Raphi mercilessly. Raphi was whimpering and Joe could see the tears run down his face. He hoped that it was from pain and not from him being pressured to get pozzed. Greg slowed his fuck down, but the thrusts got even stronger. Both Raphi and Greg grunted for the last few strokes until Greg exploded inside Raphi’s wrecked hole. Patrick was cleaning Joe’s cock, licking up the blood and cum and bathing his balls in spit. Greg wiped his cock off with a towel and moved around to the other side of the bed. He pushed Joe aside and pulled Patrick off the edge of the bed so he was bent over, his feet on the floor and shoved his cock in. Joe went over behind Raphi and pulled him on to the floor and down on to his knees. He wanted to give him a rest before breeding him and wanted his balls to have more time to recharge. Raphi sucked and licked Joe’s cock, almost like making love to it. Joe quickly realized that this kind of fuck wasn’t really his scene. He figured that Greg had wrecked his hole enough and he just needed to add his strain to Raphi’s cunt and let the bug seep into his blood from there. He pulled Raphi up to the bed and rolled him on to his knees. Raphi reached back and spread his butt cheeks and Joe knew he was ready. With his cock coated in spit he lined it up and slowly slid in to the ravaged hole. He heard Raphi groan and knew he was still pretty sore from Greg’s brushing and rough fuck. He worked up the speed and length of his strokes and soon felt Raphi getting into the fuck. He was pushing back on to Joe’s cock as Joe thrust in and he started to feel Raphi squeeze his ass muscles around Joe’s cock. Joe heard Greg pounding Patrick just like he had Raphi. Patrick was grunting with the occasional scream when Greg really jabbed his cock in. The bed was once again bouncing and both Raphi and Patrick seemed like rag dolls on a vibrating table. Joe started to hear Raphi talk and his voice started to get louder. “Oh fuck yeah, breed me please. Poz my neg ass up.” Joe knew that now he could fuck with full force and he did. He hammered Raphi’s hole and felt him clamp down on his shaft tightly. Joes balls started to tingle and he knew it was about time to give Raphi his second toxic load of the day. He grabbed Raphi’s shoulders and drove his cock in deep, holding it there as the pulses spewed his infected seed into the once neg body. The moans from Raphi turned Joe on and his orgasm lasted longer than he expected. Greg began to shoot when he heard Joe’s moan from shooting his load. Patrick grunted with each thrust of Greg’s cock, each one showering the insides of his hole with poz semen. Greg pulled out and slapped Patricks ass and then went into the bathroom. Joe collapsed on the bed and heard the shower go on. The three of them laid on the bed panting for several minutes. Greg came out of the bathroom, got dressed and walked out of the room without saying another word. The awkward silence that followed was broken by Patrick. “I guess he’s not that into it” Patrick said and neither Joe or Raphi knew how to respond. Raphi rolled over next to Joe and started to stroke his chest. Patrick looked over and then did the same on the other side of Joe. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time” Patrick told Joe. Joe put his arms around both guys and said “Thanks. I hope you guys were serious about wanting to get pozzed.” Raphi spoke first and said “I’m scared, but yeah I am.” Patrick said “I already told you I was. I’m just trying to figure out how to get you to breed my boyfriend” and laughed. “If you really want revenge, I think its better if you do it” Joe told Patrick. “Yeah, you’re probably right. And Raphi, the fear is part of what makes it so exciting” Patrick said. “I guess you’re right. I was so turned on when I felt the cum shoot inside me. And feeling it inside me right now, knowing what is happening has my dick so hard it hurts” Raphi said and he started to move down Joe’s body. Joe felt Raphi’s warm mouth engulf his cock and he moaned. Joe’s cock stiffened and Raphi started sucking harder and bobbing on his shaft. “Got any more seed in those balls, Joe?” Patrick asked as he leaned over and started to suck and bite Joe’s nipples. “Yeah, but I’m gonna need a little while to let them fill back up” Joe replied. He enjoyed feeling Raphi nurse on his cock and got an idea on how to dump his next load. “Patrick, are you vers?” Joe asked. “Yeah, why?” Patrick responded. “You up for fucking Raphi while I breed your ass? You’ll get your cock coated with our poz jizz and if you let me scrape it up a bit we can give the bug another way in” explained Joe. He looked over and Patrick had an evil grin on his face. “Climb up and feed me that fuckstick” Joe said. Patrick straddled his chest and Raphi moved between Joe's legs. Joe licked the tip of Patrick’s cut cock and took it in deeper as Patrick pushed in. It started out just like any good blowjob with Joe’s tongue exploring and probing around and his lips moving up and down the shaft. Joe closed his jaw a bit and his teeth scraped along the flesh of Patrick’s cock. It was gentle at first and then Patrick started to fuck Joe’s face harder. With a little more pressure, Joe’s teeth were digging in to Patrick’s cock. The harder he went down, the harder Patrick plowed his face. Patrick put his hands around the back of Joe’s head and really started to fuck his face. He even jabbed to the sides and Joe’s molar’s dug into the head of his cock. Joe really wasn’t expecting Patrick to get into it like he did, but with the coppery taste from blood and the salty precum taste mixing, he knew that Patrick’s cock was ready for a poz cum bath. Patrick slowly pulled his cock out of Joe’s mouth and looked down, seeing the roughed up sections on the shaft and several deep scrapes on the head, both getting darker as the blood rushed to the surface. He knew his cock would be sore for a few days but felt strangely turned on. Patrick got off of Joe’s chest and Joe pulled his cock out of Raphi’s mouth, garnering a whimper from the boy. Raphi was pushed forward on the bed and up on his hands and knees. Patrick moved in behind him and wasted no time in sliding his cock into Raphi’s cum lubed hole. Joe realized that this was not the first time Patrick had done this and was planted deep in Raphi’s ass, waiting for Joe to penetrate him. Joe watched his spit covered cock descend into Patrick’s puffy hole and thrusted in hard the last few inches. He heard a combined “Fuck yeah” from both of the guys in front of him. Joe pulled back until just his cock head was inside Patrick. He knew Patrick’s cock was at least an inch longer than his, though thinner, and this position should be perfect for Patrick to fuck himself on Joe’s cock and then drive back into Raphi. Patrick began to rock back and forth, taking Joe’s cock in until he felt Joe’s thighs against his ass and then shoving his scraped up cock into the cum filled confines of Raphi’s cunt. He picked up speed and occasionally gyrated his hips. Joe’s hands rested on Patrick’s hips to steady himself and to give him a brace for the times he would slam in when Patrick was ramming into Raphi. He could even feel Raphi push back to meet Patrick’s thrusts and it seemed they all were enjoying a perfectly orchestrated three way. The bed was rocking and all three guys were either moaning or grunting. Patrick began to fuck harder and with each thrust in, he squeezed his ass around Joe’s cock which started to swell. Patrick slammed into Raphi, grabbing his shoulders and holding him firmly just as his cock began to shoot ropes of neg cum into Raphi’s hungry hole. Joe felt the orgasm milk his own cock and it was only a few seconds later that Joe hammered Patrick’s hole a few more times before pumping a third toxic load into his ass. The three stayed in position until all of the bodies stopped shaking and cum had been fully deposited into both asses and the bed cover. Joe pulled out and collapsed on the bed and Patrick soon did the same. Raphi moved between them and started to clean both of their cocks, sucking up the cum mixture before looking up at both guys with a huge grin. They rested for a short while before getting up and rinsing off in the shower. They got dressed and cleaned the room up a bit, but the bed was a cum and spit soaked mess. “Thanks. That was a lot of fun. Its going to take a few weeks to see if you two were successful and I don’t know about Raphi, but I’d like to do it again before you go back home. We can leave Greg out of it next time, though” Patrick said. “Hell, yeah! I’m up for it” Raphi said enthusiastically. Patrick wrote down his number on slip of paper and handed it to Joe saying “Call me about the job, at least. Or sex… Or both.” They walked out of the room and Joe hopped in the cab outside the front of the hotel and took the short ride back to Mark’s apartment. Half way through the trip his phone buzzed. He read the message from Greg. “Sorry for bailing. Realized I don’t like watching you fuck other guys.” “Shit” muttered Joe hoping the driver hadn’t heard him swear.

DOUBLE CONVERSION Part 1 Rob was excited as he boarded his flight to New Orleans. He had really been looking forward to his week vacation and it was finally here. It was time for some non-stop drinking and sex. He knew of the cities’ reputation, and was ready to find some holes to sink his fat 8”cock into. It’s not that he had trouble getting serviced at home; after all he was a 6’2” masculine and muscular 32 year old stud. His dark hair, bright blue eyes and well defined muscles got him attention no matter where he went. Every day in the gym there were always guys staring as he worked out and afterwards in the showers of course He was sure it was no coincidence that whenever he showered at the gym that the locker room just happened to be full. He’d play the cock tease and put on a show as he soaped up his defined smooth body, careful to pay special attention to his big cock and balls and well defined ass. However, Rob was all top and he loved to dominate guys. The only thing that got near his ass was the tongue of the bottom that was servicing him at the time. At least in his mind it was degrading for the bottom to eat his ass so that made it hotter. He did have to admit that being rimmed felt great though and made him even harder when he ultimately slammed the bottom’s ass. Although his hometown was pretty good in size, the options to meet guys was somewhat limited. There were only two gay bars in town, one of which was populated mainly by older guys that weren’t his type. He liked younger guys with tight asses. That bar, Renegade, did however attract a lot of guys into leather which was a fetish of his. So he’d go occasionally find someone acceptable for a quick fuck and leave. He had been there enough that the regulars recognized his cocky attitude so it was getting harder to find a hole there. The other bar, Dreams, was more of a twink bar. Of course he got lots of attention there because of his looks but the guys there also recognized him and his reputation. It didn’t help that Rob was fond of taking pictures of guys taking his cock for his collection and those pics occasionally had been used as blackmail when Rob was horny and didn’t want to spend a lot of time finding a hole to fuck. Although he didn’t do drugs himself other than poppers, he did find that a little G and/or X slipped into the bottoms drink made them more willing to do what he wanted. It was especially useful in getting the bottoms to take his cock raw. Raw was the only way he’d fuck, condoms were too restrictive and the felling of his raw cock pounding a tight ass was just so exhilarating. Most of Rob’s conquests lately had been thru apps. There seemed to be a lot of guys looking for cock on the side. He also learned that pretending to be versatile got him more hookups. He never gave his ass up but it did get him the connection in the door and once the guy was zoned out on the drugs and fucked he could leave with his own ass intact. The problem with the apps was all the back and forth messaging that was usually required, Rob didn’t have the patience. A drive to the a nearby college town always resulted in him finding a hole to fuck but that 90 minute drive one way kept him from doing it too often. As Rob settled into his seat on the plane he realized he was hard. Damn he was horny, that asshole last night from Grindr stood him up and he needed to fuck someone. Even though it was a Thursday he was confident from what he had read he’d still get some action tonight in the French Quarter. He was so ready. The male flight attendant noticed his bulge and gave him a smile. Rob thought, “Another gay flight attendant what a surprise”. He had met his share of them that were on an overnight layover in town and were looking for cock on the internet. Most of the ones he had fucked seemed to have well used holes so he thought that probably was why they took the job in the first place.. He did like the NSA attitude they had though and it was always an easy fuck and go since they had to catch flights in the mornings. Although, there may have been a couple of times where they missed the flights because they got a bit too fucked up when Rob was using them. Rob’s attitude was “Oh well if they lost their jobs it’s their problem for being such cum dump whores”. Fortunately the flight had no delays and Rob quickly caught a cab from the airport to his hotel in the French Quarter. Once at the hotel he checked in and immediately changed into a pair of tight worn jeans some black boots and a leather vest. He was ready, his cock was ready! He looked in the mirror, damn he looked hot. That coupled with the fact that he was fresh meat here in New Orleans meant in his mind that he’d get his rocks off soon. He was out the door and on his way to Rawhide. He made a couple of stops along the way to at the bars serving alcohol to the street. By the time he reached Rawhide he had already had 3 beers and was feeling slightly buzzed and very horny. The bar wasn’t packed but it being only 10 p.m. he was sure it would pick up. All eyes were on him, the “fresh meat” theory was certainly true here. His ass was grabbed a couple of times, guess it was time to assert himself as a TOP. Rob made a conscious effort to focus on assess, pat them, grope them, stare at them – surely people would notice what he was interested in. He also casually mentioned to a couple guys standing next to him t at the bar that he was hoping to find a raw bottom to take his load tonight. As the crowd grew he figured it was time to head to the back, he knew from what he read on the internet, that there was likely some action going on back there. Besides he had to piss like a racehorse as he was now on his 6th beer. Here’s where all the people went Rob thought as he pushed his way thru the sweaty bodies and made his way to the urinal. He unfastened his jeans, unzipped and pulled out his cock to let it flow. There were a lot of eyes watching so he thought he’d put on a little show so he stroked his cock a few times to harden it up and shook the last drops of piss off it. Almost immediately, a hand grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking it, someone behind him started nibbling on his neck and another pair of hands played with his nipples. Soon a bottle of poppers appeared under his nose and Rob took a couple of deep huffs. The hand on his cock had been replaced by a mouth which soon began to deep throat his full 8 inches. He was in heaven, but because he was so horny he shot his load deep down the unknown cocksucker’s throat within 15 minutes. He tried to fasten his jeans but he was led to another room cramped with guys and another mouth began to massage his cock. Over in the corner he saw a guy bent over a sink being fucked. The whole room was full of the scent of sweat, poppers and sex. OMG he was ready to cum again. “This place is amazing!!!” After he came the second time someone else was ready to suck his cock. Yeah that would be nice, Rob thought but the site of the guy in the corner getting fucked gave him other ideas. He glanced down slightly and saw a nice plump lily white ass pointed at him, he reached out and fingered the hole . It was wet and lubed so Rob pulled his cock out of the sucker’s mouth and plunged it into the hole in front of him.. The guy in front was caught by surprise to be impaled so suddenly by such a big fat cock and started to call out but Rob soon muffled his mouth with this hand. There were so many people in the room and there was nowhere to go. The guy was soon whimpering.as Rob aggressively pounded his ass while other fed him poppers and groped him all over. Rob’s third load was shot deep in up the assaulted ass and as Rob pulled out another stepped up to fuck the bottom using Rob’s cum as lube. Rob turned and his cock was cleaned by yet another awaiting cocksucker. After all this action Rob needed to piss again but there was nowhere to go. He couldn’t hold it so just started pissing down the throat of his current cocksucker. Wow, Rob thought this was hot, he’d never tried WS. “I’ll have to add that to my repertoire” he thought to himself. Rob eventually go out of the backroom and feeling exhausted left the bar and made his way back home. As he lay on the bed in his room he was grinning ear-to-ear. New Orleans was just as he had hoped and it was only the first day of his trip. He’d have to stop by one of the leather shops he had read about in the morning and check out some new gear and maybe some equipment for his basement. This was going to be a fantastic trip.

My Boy Wanted BIG Dicks - Chapter 1. My boy and I fuck as often as we can. We have great sex, even if it can seem like the ‘spark’ is gone sometimes. He nearly always bottomed for me, raw, of course, and he could take all of my cock like a champ, but I sensed he wanted something more. One night, as I was pounding his hole, he reached back and slid a finger into his hole next to my thrusting cock. He moaned and pulled out his finger. I quickly replaced it with mine, and soon had three fingers inside his hole along with my cock. I used my other hand to grab my phone off the bedside table and took a few sexy pics. The extra girth had him whimpering like a bitch in heat. That sent me over the edge, and I bred him deep. When I pulled my cock out, I kept working my cummy fingers into his hole, more puffy and stretched than I’d seen it in a long time. We swung back and forth from having an open relationship at times to relatively monogamous. It seemed to me like it was time to find something bigger for my boy to get stuffed with. I realized that if I didn’t do it for him / with him, he’d do it without me. The next day, after work, I stopped by an adult bookstore where in the past I had often sucked cock through a glory hole. On this occasion, however, I was after a cock ring to plump my dick up, and, who knows, perhaps find a big-dicked stud to bring home with me to open my boy’s hole up. I found a cock ring that looked promising; it was chrome and looked as if it would fit snugly around my cock and balls. I paid for it, as he gave me the change, the cashier smiled at me, offering to show me how to put it on. I accepted his invitation and and followed him to a video booth in the back. He left the door behind him slightly cracked and started to pull down his track pants. Out plopped a nice plump seven-inch dick with some big low-hanging balls. He lifted his nutsack, and I could see he was wearing the same cock ring. He unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick. My cock does the job if it is only average. He smirked at me and whispered, "I can see why you’d like a little… enhancement." I chuckled as he unhooked my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "The trick," he continued, "is to put it on before you get really hard." He slid the ring over my cock and then fished one and then the other nut through the opening. As soon as I had it on, he swiveled me around so I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hips so my ass was ripe for fucking. He spit on his plump dick and slapped it against my ass a few times. I wanted to feel that big dick opening me up, so I grabbed my cheeks and spread my ass wide. He worked three spit-slick fingers into me at the same time. I yowled, but let him keep going until that silky hardness of thick cock sunk into me. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I was super tight. He leaned over me and grunted into my ear "You like getting raw-fucked with that big cock?" I nodded and grunted back at him. He pounded me until he was close and then pulled out, plopping down on the bench and pulling me down, spearing my loosened hole. I bounced up and down until he grabbed my shoulders so my ass was a few inches above his balls and pistoned into me. "I don’t pull out until I cum. Hope you’re okay with that." "FUCK YES!" I shouted, as he picked him his pace, and slammed into me a few final times. I knew he had shot his load deeper into me that I had ever bred my boy. He lifted me off of his cock and had me clean it off. That juicy cock stayed hard thanks to the cock ring, and I licked off his seed and my tangy tinny ass juice. I wondered if he had ripped me up a little. He stood up and pulled his track pants back over that glorious cock and simply walked out. It looked like an anaconda in his pants as he sauntered out. I was still squatting on the filthy floor of the booth when I saw a cock come through the hole in the wall. I sucked it down my throat, less girth and shorter than the cashier's, but still impressive. I notice a spade sign tattooed onto his crotch just at the base of his cock. I kissed it. Once I got that cock slicked up, I turned around and back onto it, swallowing it into my cummy asshole. My unseen buddy held his balls against the hole and let me fuck myself onto it. I heard him grumble, "Gonna cum, dude. You want my load in your ass?" I didn’t answer, but kept bouncing up and down until I heard him squeal and pushed back as he bred my guts. I pulled off and swallowed his cock down to the root, licking our combined wetness and swallowing it. He pulled back and stuck his mouth against the hole. "Your cock, man. I wanna suck your cock." I obliged and stuck my straining dick through the hole. He gulped and slurped until I lost my load down his throat. He swallowed it all like a champ, lustily licking his lips and gurgling as he stood up. I had an idea, and grabbed one of my business cards out of my pocket and thrust it through the hole. He took it and laughed, "We’ll be in touch." I felt more horny than ever, and was still hard. I decided it was time to get home to my boy. On the way out, I slipped my card to the cashier as well. He asked if I wanted a repeat performance, and I replied "I’d love to watch you breed my boy." "You pimping his hole out? He cute?" I showed him pics on my phone of me and my boy, some clothed and some naughty, one of my raw cock in his hole alongside my fingers. "You think he’d like my big raw dick?" I nodded and he handed me his phone to enter my number. "I’ll be in touch," he commented as I headed towards the door. I drove home, feeling those two loads oozing out of my ass. When I got home, my boy was naked, ass up in the bed. I was still wearing the cock ring, and squeezed out some seed from my ass into my hand. I worked it up and down my plump shaft and slapped it against his ass. As I did so, I saw a glob of cum work its way out. "You been fucked?" He nodded, still face down. "Was he hung?" "Like a fucking horse," he moaned into the pillow. "And you let him breed you?" He nodded again. "He NEG?" I asked, already about to blow my load. He hesitated, so I made him answer by shoving my cummy cock into his freshly-bred hole. I asked again, "IS HE NEG?’" "I didn’t ask." He moaned as I fucked him, and then turned his head around, reaching for my cock. "You feel different. Thicker. Plumper." I pulled out to show him the cock ring, slapped his ass with my dick, and diving back in, rocking my hips against his ass, pile-driving his slutty hole. Then I told him what I’d been up to. "I just took two loads at the bookstore Didn’t ask if they were NEG either." "FUUUUUUCK," he groaned into the pillow as I added "I lubed your hole with their loads." "UM HMMMM," he groaned. "So you've got three loads in your ass, and you’re about to get your fourth!" With that I bred him as deeply as I could, although admittedly not as deeply as either of the guys who had bred me at the bookstore. I pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. "Did you really get fucked at the bookstore?" I nodded. "Shit. I just jerked off earlier and fingered my own load into my ass to be ready for you." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but then I realized he wasn’t kidding. He knew I wasn’t either when he reached back and fingered my ass, which was still juicy and leaking seed. He brought his cummy fingers to his lips and licked them. I was still hard and he grabbed my dick, pulled me up and onto my knees, shoving my face into the pillow. He ate my ass, gobbling up as much cum as he could before slamming his face against mine, as we kissed those loads back and forth. I reached for my phone to get a pic of our cummy satisfied slutty faces and saw that there was a text. It read: ROBBY HERE. THE CLERK. U WANT ANOTHER LOAD TONIGHT? HOW ABOUT UR BOY? I CAN BREED YOU BOTH. HOPE U DON’T MIND POZ CUM. I showed it to my boy, who grinned, and grabbed the phone. He texted our address back, followed up with: WE’RE READY NOW. CUM BREED US.

12. Veracruz Para bailar la bamba, Para bailar la bamba, Se necesita una poca de gracia One week after the townhouse fire, they were anchored off the coast of Virginia, and Mike was done, had had it. The End. Flash disclaimers: no animals were harmed in the making of this film; all actors were eighteen or older at the time of production. Roll credits. He swam out to sea, far enough so he couldn’t make it back. Not a great plan, but he didn’t need a plan that was great, just one that would do the job. He swam away from the yacht as far as he could till he couldn’t see it anymore, then swam some more. This wasn’t the way he wanted the rest of his life to be. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Not Ben. Not Chris. He didn’t even want to be seen. The one thing the orderly Barkley got right, he was a freak. He swam for miles. The yacht had long vanished, the coastline gone hours ago, his arms were finally growing tired. Still he swam. He’d go till he hit England or France or whatever the fuck was on the other side of the Atlantic. He was getting more than tired. He was getting delirious. Desperate, he wanted to rid himself of life, wanted to shit it out of his body like diarrhea, vomit it out like bad Little Neck clams. He managed seroconverting years ago, it was sketchy time but became manageable, something he sealed a bargain with and could live alongside. But this wasn’t something manageable, something he could live with. This made him not him. He swam harder. Furiously faster. Further out. Not a chance of returning. How much longer could he keep it up? If nothing else it was becoming tedious. He was bored killing himself. He could feel himself shiver, and yet it was July, after the Fourth for god sakes, but he was cold nonetheless. Maybe the cold would kill him first before he drowned. He wished he could stop thinking. The time for thinking was over. Thinking was overrated. Still he swam, one arm in front of the other, one kick and then another. Exhaustion kept at bay, but he could feel it creeping up on him like sleep. It was in the corner of his eye. He could never spot it, for when he moved to catch a glimpse, it moved, lingering just at the edge. He rubbed his eyes. They stung from the salt water. He hated the taste of the brine, hated almost everything right now. Except for Ben. Except for Chris. They let him be. He wished they hadn’t, wished they’d pressed him, made him talk about it, but anytime they did, he’d storm out of the room. So once they’d bought Boris and Roger’s boat and drove into the Great South Bay and points south, no one brought it up, no one talked about anything. Talking was overrated. Swimming was everything now. A goal in and of itself. Dying was everything. Dying consumed him. Dying. It’s an active verb, isn’t it? Means: Not Dead Yet. Because he wasn’t, and because this thing had been on his mind for weeks, he knew he wasn’t dead yet—he pictured Ben and Chris as he put one arm in front of the other. He wished inside he were dead, but he wasn’t—he was very alive. He was conflicted, confused. He hoped in death he would escape confusion. There wasn’t an easy answer. Either he cared for one or the other. He pictured he was with one or the other. It was a binary choice. And yet either choice was null as he felt himself to be null, he’d never satisfy either one. So, the coward that he was, he search for a third option: he swam. Thinking about any of this pissed him off and he swam faster, tried to outpace his thoughts. He doubled down on his strokes, kicked faster, harder, frantically wanting to die before these feelings killed him. He began to weep as he swam. Real body sobs. And why not? He was alone. He was in the middle of the fucking ocean. Who’d see him weep? Fish? Mermaids? If one caught him boo-hooing with his face in the water, he could always say it was the salty ocean not salty tears in his face. He breathed in water accidentally as he sobbed and he choked. He was going to Davy Jones’ Locker soon, so did he care if he choked? He’d be meeting Davy Jones soon. Davy Jones. Wasn’t he one of the Monkees? He laugh. He stopped swimming. He tread water. He was laughing and crying. He was tired, really tired, hadn’t slept for days, tossing and turning, wrapped in his desires and utter pointlessness of feeling anything at all. He’d swum for hours and hours, far, far away, and if not physically swimming away, then for days and days he’d been mentally, emotionally swimming away. Closing off; shutting down. Away from everything. Away from anyone who cared. Treading water as an excuse for living. Suddenly cramps. He folded in half, exploded bubbles underwater. Saw his toes. Coming up for air, he threw his head back, wailing to the sky, crying, Fuck you! for meeting Ben who introduced Drax, and the path his life took. But how could he ever really curse meeting Ben? And with Ben came Chris. He heaved and bobbed, sputtered profanities into the sky, shouted blasphemies into the water, thrashed violently against the waves, but there was nothing to make contact with, nothing to hit to make him feel better, only worse, more hollow, empty. Yelling at God, at the sky, was as fruitless as tossing matches at the sun. The sun didn’t care. It laughed. And at last he was growing weak. It couldn’t be much longer. Small whitecaps broke around his ears. Soon. Soon. He’d wait right here. Death knew where he was. He didn’t have to search any farther for it. Soon it would find him. But like an obligation he couldn’t get out of, like a promised he couldn’t keep, his tangled love followed him, came in sight—Chris at the bow with binoculars trained on him, Ben at the helm navigating to where Chris pointed. They sped up their approached with Chris waving his arms. They didn’t press, didn’t ask, didn’t tell, but they also never gave up. But just as they pulled alongside him, Manetti’s body gave out. He slid down into the depths, went to meet Davy Jones. The Jolly Roger pulled up beside where they’d last seen him. Ben cut the engines. Manetti was finally let go, threading down to the bottomless sea. Chris jumped in the water. Turbulently he dove kicking down, searching desperately for Mike, saw nothing but fingertips disappearing into the grey expanse below. He kicked frantically till whole fingers then a hand came into view. He grabbed it, pulled on it till he grasped the whole hand, Mike’s still warm hand, then the arm, and pulled and stroked and kicked stubbornly trying to rise to the surface. He made no progress with the heavy body. He hadn’t taken in enough air and it was running out. His lungs burned but still he kicked doggedly, didn’t matter he wasn’t rising to the surface. He’d let Mike pull him under before he’d give him up to the sea. There was another splash. Ben dove beneath him, found Mike’s other arm. Together they pulled till the surface came into view. The sun glistened like an orb rippling far above. They sliced water with their free arms, kicking stubbornly with their feet, chasing their breath in the form of bubbles racing to the surface. They broke through the ocean’s skin and gasped for air. Ben had left a life vest waiting close to the boat. Chris grabbed it and tucked it under Mike’s chin. Mike coughed salt water out of his lungs, barfed water back into the ocean. Dazed and half conscious, his chin rested on the orange life preserver. He eyed Chris. He eyed Ben. For a second he thought he’d fallen into heaven looking at the brothers. But then he remembered who he was, where he was, what he was, felt the whitecaps break around his ears. Maybe death hadn’t found him today. But if he had any say, he’d let it find him. One day. Soon. *** he yacht they bought from the morticians, Boris and Roger, called—what else—The Jolly Roger, skull and crossbones painted on the stern, bobbed gently in the harbor. Tucked in their rented slip, the vessel swayed slightly as Chris woke from a nap. He felt the movement so knew they were still on the sea. There was something reassuring about living on the ocean over the last several months. Maybe it was growing up so close to the beach, it was the one place of refuge he knew he could always turn to. She was always there, constant, unchanging from one season to the next. Each year he grew older, she didn’t. Veracruz was a port town similar to Long Beach in a lot of ways. The smell for one. Brackish water mixed with heavy industry. Massive freighters carrying millions of tons of crude oil sat next to cargo ships with thousands of stacked containers. Millions of transaction daily. The port covered over five hundred acres of water, nine hundred acres on land. Veracruz was one of Mexico’s busiest port, its open hand to the world. The volume of exchange was hard to fathom, but it had been this gateway for centuries. Its open hand brought with it Caribbean and African influences. You could hear it in its music, see it in the people. The pleasure boats docked closer to the city hotels and to the city’s center; the massive ships stayed out by the barrier reefs with a nearly thousand foot quay connecting it to land. It was an extremely active port, a lively scene in the daytime, with huge cranes loading and unloading cargo till late afternoon. Then activity ebbed, trucks loaded with containers drove off, and the harbor took on a more serene and festive mood. He got up from his small bunks, and climbed to the top deck bar where he knew Mike and Ben would be. Yep, they were there in flowery Hawaiian shirts bought in Miami, sipping vodka cranberries, watching the lights of the city start to flutter awake. The deep azure sky was quickly fading to night. The first stars of the night were unveiling. “How you feeling, Chief,” Manetti asked him. “Better,” Chris replied. “Can I have one too?” Ben looked him over. “If you’re not gonna get sick, I guess you can.” Manetti, the ship’s official bartender, asked if he wanted a cherry in his Shirley Temple. Chris glared at him. Manetti mixed his vodka cranberry grinning his goofy grin, throwing in a lime. “Arrrrg,” he said in a pirate voice, handing over the drink, “Yer wants to prevent scurvy, matey.” They settled on their barstools. “Perty, ain’t it?” Manetti said to no one in particular, watching the rippling lights coming toward them across the water. He’d come a long way, Chris thought, since the incident in Virginia months back. They all had, healed some or scarred over. Still no one talked about what they all kept quiet about. What was there to say? If you come to an understanding, an unspoken compromise, why talk? So they all slept in the boat’s many separate bunks in different parts of the ship, the master cabin at the bow left empty. Each alone in his bunk with his solitary thoughts, they sailed the Caribbean, hiding from each other as much as from Drax. After a long silence Ben said Veracruz reminded him of Miami. Long Beach, Chris replied. The radio softly played a local folk station—guitars, plaintive Spanish songs, son jarocho. A tune came on that pricked up Ben’s and Mike’s ears. Ben said, “Isn’t that…” “La Bamba,” Mike finished the thought. “Yeah, a lot different from—what’s his name?” “Richie Valens,” Ben said. “Who’s Richie Valens,” asked Chris. Ben explained, “He was someone who died in a plane crash with the The Big Bopper and Buddy Holly back in the fifties.” “Who,” Chris asked again. “Shut up,” said Mike. After a few moments listening to the familiar song overlaid by the original folk melody, not as brash as the early rock n roll rendition, but with complex guitar work still rhythmically inviting, Ben asked Mike what they were saying. Mike listened intently. He’d grown up speaking broken Italian in his house, so over the last months, as they sailed around Mexico and the Caribbean, he’d managed to pick up and got pretty good at Spanish. “The guy’s singing: To dance the bamba, to the dance the bamba, you need a little grace.” “What the bamba?” Chris asked. “I don’t know,” said Mike, “It’s the name of the dance, I guess, like the twist or something.” “What’s the twist,” Chris asked again. “Please let me throw him overboard,” Manetti begged Ben. “Kidding,” Chris laughed. Then something stopped Manetti. A light went off in his face as he cocked an ear to the radio. “Aw, this is good. Listen.” Manetti sang, not very well, but passionately, a refrain, “Yo no soy marinero, yo no soy marinero, soy capitan. He says, I’m not a sailor, I’m not a sailor, I’m captain, I’m captain.” His smile blossomed, the first true smile Ben and Chris had seen since they left New York. Not sardonic or ironic either. Saying something for the first time he believed. “I’m captain,” he sang in his raspy off-key baritone. The three of them sipped drinks and gazed over the port town, felt shrouded in the approaching night. The rocking of the boat brought them together. They didn’t need to talk. Maybe wounds weren’t healing so much as scabbing over. During their months at sea, they’d developed their own silent language, speaking only when something had to be said. Something like they needed a refill of meds, or they needed a new fuel filter. Their exchange over La Bamba had been the most they’d spoken to each other in months, particularly Manetti. Maybe they were ready to talk. Or maybe it wasn’t words they needed to express. A little buzzed, Chris swayed on his barstool to the song’s refrain. As the song went on he got up and swayed to the music in front of Manetti. He’d grown tall in the last few months, still skinny as a rail but now eye height to Manetti. So with Manetti perched on his barstool, Chris looked him straight in the eye. He got in close and was dancing closer. “Bamba la bamba,” he sang in his reedy voice, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. *** A brief history of the internet would likely begin with the Advanced Research Projects Administration network, or ARPANET, a U.S. Department of Defense project, based on the idea that if nuclear war took out parts of the country, decentralized yet connected computer operation would allow data to continue to flow in the un-nuked parts of the United States. Comforting thought. ARPANET was a pioneering network for sharing digital resources among geographically separated computers. You can trace a direct line from its initial demonstration in 1969 to the development and adoption of what we now know as the Internet. Chris was two that year, making his first stack of building blocks—four high. He clapped his fat little hands sitting on the living room rug, while his mother, dad, and twelve-year-old brother watched a shoot-out on Bonanza. In 1976, Queen Elizabeth II sent her first email. As she pushed the send button, she placed her white gloves against her lips. She was very excitedly. The royal family, surrounding her, shared in her delight. When Ben and Mike fucked for the first time at the St. Marks Bath in 1983, the Domain Name System, or DNS, was established giving us the familiar website suffixes .com, .net, .gov, etc., which was a heck of a lot easier to remember than the series of numbers websites previous used, like, say, 176.191.49.254. Two years later, when bath houses and sex clubs were shut down by the health department, in 1985, the internet was well on its merry way. So were Chris, Ben and Mike having dug up Chris’ buried treasure, bought The Jolly Roger, and set sail for a four years voyage hiding on the open seas. Miami, Freeport, Key West, Veracruz, Belize, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Martinique, Aruba, through the Panama Canal, up to Acapulco, Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, with a brief stop in Long Beach to pick up Ben’s record collection and check in on mom. She was better than fine, had a new boyfriend named Burt, who actually was decent to her. She was disappointed they had to leave so soon, but packed the three sea voyagers a lunch, kissed their cheeks including Manetti’s scruffy beard, and with records tucked under their arms, they were back sputtering up the California coast by noon, chomping on Mrs. Prior’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and homemade Rice Crispy treats. Mike, Ben and Chris sailed under the astonishing Golden Gate Bridge revealing the magnificent San Francisco skyline, August of ’89. Within a week they dry docked The Jolly Roger, and set up house in the Castro. Chris was twenty-two. One year later, 1990, Tim Berners-Lee develop the HyperText Markup Language, or HTML, which is still the basis of how we navigate and view the internet today. (Where you going with this, Chief? Bear with me, I’ll get to it.) Chris got his first computer the same year. It’s not really a part of internet history, but it’s important to the story because it was important to Chris: his first computer was a Macintosh IIfx. Mike and Ben chipped in together to celebrate both Chris getting his GED and an acceptance letter to Stanford just down the peninsula. That was back when Stanford wasn’t next to impossible to get into. Chris discovered that besides having a knack with car and boat engines, he had a natural aptitude for figuring out how things fit together—physical or otherwise. The very first thing he did when he got his Mac was to take it apart and reassemble it. So combine aptitude with physical objects to a newly discovered affinity for reading and writing code, Stanford was a logical place to park his butt for the next four years. Reading and writing code was intuitive for him. He tried to explain it to Ben and Mike, passing around some ganja they’d brought with them from Long Beach; it’s simply another form of language, he said. Ben and Mike tried to follow as he prattled on. It reflects the same rules as any language: the mechanics of verbs, whether motor engines, electrical systems, or logical functions and methods; the structure and solidity of nouns, whether you’re talking car parts or object-oriented programming’s classes and instances; the skin of adjectives, colors, attributes, the aggregate of forms that determine design; finally the assembled thought, the purpose, the reasoning, the expression, the i/o of flowing data, the brain giving orders—what is it you want this thing to accomplish, man?—it all interlocked in his mind, he’d just never had a way to express it before nor much inkling he even wanted to. But now all that changed: Hello world! Mike took the joint out of Chris’ hand. It didn’t hurt that he graduated from Stanford in ’94. Two guys in the class before his had a startup called Yahoo! They brought Chris onboard first as an intern in his senior year, and then fulltime by summer. There wasn’t a whole lot of money in those lean, early days—the two founders were working with venture capitalists who weren’t immediately forthcoming with cash—so Chris got paid, against Ben and Mike’s advice, in options. Since he was a workaholic, staying up writing code throughout the night wired on caffeine and an occasional jolt of amphetamines, he piled up a shitload of options. He kept them in a shoebox under the bed. When the company incorporated the following year, Chris converted options each time the stock hit a new high. He made a killing in just the first year alone, and still had an almost-full shoebox under the bed. In 1996, Match.com was launched, and other dating sites sprang up soon after. One night, after Mike had brought home some kickass Peyote buttons, and during some powerful, transformative sex—i.e., the first night Chris took his first double fist—he realized he should create a new kind of dating site. He bought a domain the next day, and built the site, still amped from the Peyote and fuckin’ awesome sex, over the course of one weekend. Chris’ life, informed by Mike and Ben, showed him that the rainbow flag not only transcended a spectrum of races and cultures, it also, and more in line with his experiences, encompassed a spectrum of sexual universes. Where dating sites that competed for survival in the burgeoning, Darwinian world of online hookups viewed the model from top down as straight white vanilla, tossing out a net to capture the broadest swath possible, his take on sex was completely opposite, bottom up, a banquet of chocolatey rocky road. He started with all the categories and sub-categories of life he knew viscerally, starting with Master Drax and continuing over the last few years in San Francisco: leather, master & slaves, fisters, S&M, bondage, grunge& raunch, hoods & masks, pups & trainers, military, medical, uniforms, watersports, smokers, skinheads, punks, tats, piercings, feet, chastity, bareback, bikers, bears, rubber, and friendship—you name it, there was a place, or maybe several places, for you somewhere on his site. San Francisco was the perfect beta test city to incubate his idea. His site was free with limited search capability—proof of concept, man, search is gonna be the key, he claimed—but for a few dollars more, a monthly Premium membership gave you unlimited search capabilities. This bottom up approach, this one-size-does-not-fit-all model, this choose-your-own-adventure paradigm—plus, add-on messaging, chat rooms, picture sharing, winks, scorekeeping, leaderboards: the whole gamification of getting laid—it caught fire. First city-wide, then nationally, and within a year, internationally. We’re talking beaucoup bucks here, sailors. It, his website, and he, its sole founder, made scads of money from the get go and attracted attention. But, perhaps, attention might not be what he was looking for. But then you have to figure, hey, he—they—could only keep out of site forever. *** The old guy at the end of the bar lit a Camel cigarette. Bobo, a large, very attractive middle-aged drag queen who helped Manetti run the place weeknights (and who had an obvious, though unrequited crush on him—but that’s another story) served Duke, a young, wiry, opinionated hustler who liked to badger Mike incessantly. They were at the center of the long saloon bar staring at the smoking man. It was a slow Tuesday night—only four of them in the place. The big green neon clock showed it was almost one-thirty in the morning, a half hour from closing. “Not cool,” said Duke to Manetti. Bobo checked her nails studiously. “Hey, mister,” Manetti said, walking over to the man. “You can’t smoke here.” He stopped short recognizing Drax. Under his black leather cap, what used to be grey beard had gone completely white and was now pointed and quite long. His bald head had had a buzzed crown around the sides, but he’d let that grow long, too, so the wispiest of white hair hung over his shoulders. Black circles sagged under his eyes. He’d once worn glasses but now they were absent. Instead his dark eyes were ghostly pale with thick cataracts. He hacked a loud, phlegmatic cough as Manetti approached. “Bourbon neat, barkeep,” he said. “We got a backyard bar for smoking,” Manetti said under his breath cautiously. Though Drax looked infirmed, he knew a wounded snake was a more dangerous one. He gave Drax a once over, checked what he could to ascertain if anything were holstered under his leather coat. It didn’t look like he was packing, but you never knew with Drax. He’d surprised many a wary adversary. He shot a glance to Duke and Bobo, a little afraid for them if things suddenly went south. “We’re getting close to last call. How ‘bout I get us a bottle and we talk out back?” he offered Drax. The old man luxuriated in his cigarette, picking off a shred of tobacco from the left side of his split reptilian tongue. Manetti had forgotten that tongue. Drax took a long drag and blew a large plume into the stale barroom air. “Not cool, man,” Duke pronounced from the center of the bar, waving his hand in front of his face as if from that distance he was bothered by the smoke. Manetti raised a scolding finger at Duke. Don’t! the finger and Manetti’s scowl warned him. Duke usually would take that up as challenge and start arguing with Manetti, but something told him to stand down. He clamped his pie hole and instead blinked at Bobo. Bobo took out a nail file and glanced a disconcerting look at Mike. “These San Francisco street whores—little pansy ass lung fairies, aren’t they,” Drax said to Manetti. He turned his head only slightly, not bothering to look at Duke but making sure he knew he was talking to him. “Fuck you, cunt,” he said in his gnarly voice. “Hey, now!” said Bobo alarmed and angry, pointing her nail file at the old man. “No C-word in my joint.” Manetti sauntered back to Bobo and Duke. “Hey kids. This is an old acquaintance of mine,” Manetti said. “Sweetie, would you mind watching the door till closing? I’m going out back so he can finish his smoke. If anyone else comes tell ‘em I’m out back,” he said and kissed Bobo’s rouged cheek. “Night, Chief,” he said to Duke. “You be good, ya hear me.” He held up that warning finger again, and gave them both his reassuring shark-tooth smile. He knocked Duke’s chin, friendly-like, with his knuckles. Duke sheepishly grinned. Who didn’t have a crush on Manetti? *** The back patio had a little straw tiki bar with two bar stools. Mike set Drax’s glass and his on the bamboo surface and poured generous amounts of Four Roses in each. He set down the bottle, picked up his glass and waited. Off in the harbor a plaintiff foghorn wailed. Drax came out hobbling with a cane. He limped along favoring his right hip. The patio bar was perched on the side of a hill. Several picnic tables were scattered about, barstools lined the railings overlooking a deserted alley far below. Manetti positioned himself in back of the tiki bar and Drax slid onto one of the stools. Drax flicked his ash on the floor, hooked his cane on the bar ledge, and set down his lighter and pack of Camels next to his bourbon. “You grow a beard?” he asked squinting. Manetti nodded yes, running his fingers over it. “This your place then, huh,” he said to Manetti with an undercurrent of disbelief and maybe a little envy. Drax’s eyes were fixed on the bartender, his former stable boy, now spouting a few grey hairs in his unruly auburn mop. Drax’s near-blind eyes shined luminous in the gloom. “Ben and mine,” Manetti answered. He picked up Drax’s Camels, took one out. He plucked Drax’s smoke from his fingers and lit his from it. He handed him back his cigarette. “Long time, MD. How’d you know we were here?” “It's an odd thing,” Drax began in an effete manner, flicking his wrist exaggerated by his cigarette. It was completely discordant with his nature, so against his butch, hard guy character, yet a very spot on mimicry. “But anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.” He brought his fingers to his lips and puffed. Manetti gave a smile in recognition. “Master Drax quotes Oscar Wilde. A sign of the apocalypse,” Manetti snorted, taking a hit off his own smoke. Drax curled his lips displaying a gummy smile. Manetti exhaled into the overhead fog. “And then Wilde exclaimed,” speaking in his own mincing voice, “It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world.” Drax took a sip of bourbon. “I haven’t seen any evidence of that yet,” he said, “but give me a day. I only arrived tonight.” He approved of the bourbon and took a bigger swig. “When’d you get so fucking literary?” Manetti took a long drag. He’d quit smoking when they were at sea, but tonight was a special occasion. The cool air and the warm smoke had a familiar sensation. It provoked some relished, decadent, post sex memories. He took another hit, felt the nicotine work its magic, salving the undercurrent of nervousness being back in Drax’s presence. He’d always been charmed and at the same time repulsed by the man; tonight was no different. “Taking a couple of night classes at City College, finishing my degree.” “Hm,” grunted Drax. He paused thinking back. “You were on scholarship at NYU ages ago, weren’t you?” Drax asked. “Afore you became just another burnout.” “I was on a wrestling scholarship back then, yeah.” Manetti drew deeply from his glass. “I was working out some issues. But I’m back now. It’s cheap. I’m getting a degree in English literature next year. Lot of good it’ll do me working here,” he laughed. “Hm,” Drax grunted again. “You trying to impress me?” He fidgeted on his stool. “It’s cold for fucking July,” he groused. “Welcome to San Francisco,” Manetti responded. “Drink up, it’ll warm you. Might even thaw you a bit.” Smoking brought out a sense of security. He went on, “I’m working on something that might interest you. Working with Bobo on it. Besides being one of the best bartenders around, she’s a great lyricist. You met her inside.” The bourbon was loosening him up, warming his gut. “Maybe you knew him when he bartended at The Mineshaft. He was Carlos back then. Big dockworker type. Large black horseshoe mustache?” Drax looked at him blankly. “Well, I remembered him.” Drax downed the rest of his drink, then plunked down the glass. “Too hard to tell,” his said, pointing to his head. “All that big hair.” “We’re collaborating, she and I,” Manetti said. He raised his hand eliciting a marque. “Mineshaft, the Musical,” he said with a flourish. Drax crowed hard once, while Manetti refilled his glass. Drax crushed out his cigarette, drifted in reflection, studying the dying smoke. “Hm.” He rolled thoughts over. Manetti watched the old man’s pale eyes flutter. It was dark out here. Fog lowering. Getting dank, too. Drax looked up and tried to scan Manetti’s face in the dingy light. Mike saw his former director, confessor and pimp, shiver. Manetti, too, was cold, wearing his usual bar uniform: white t-shirt, jeans, leather vest. He flipped on an overhead heater. It cast both of them in a devilish orange light. The heat lamp sizzled, chewing on the fog as it warmed them both. The foghorn softly moaned again. “I remember,” Drax finally began after taking a sip, “taking Benjamin to the Mineshaft for the first time.” He lit another cigarette. It triggered a bout of hacking and a prolonged, phlegmatic rumbling. It ended with him spitting phlegm onto the ground. He paused for a second, then took another hit off his cigarette, and ruminated for quite a while lost in thought. “Hm,” he said, looking off in a middle distance. “He only had been in the city a year. He was still so cherry. Hadn’t taken a fist, hadn’t done scat or been whipped, he’d only been pissed on once but hadn’t drank from the tap yet. You don’t want to rush a boy. Good pornography, it’s best when it records discoveries. We’re born like a rock with all these rough edges,” he said swirling around the contents of his glass. “Life wears you down. But you don’t want to smooth a boy down all at once. One step at a time down that long descending staircase. If you can, you capture that moment when a synapse fires off, that shows he actually likes it, whatever kink it is, that’s what make your viewer shoot his load. Yeah, sure, it’s also that big throbbing dick, but it’s also that spark of recognition. That identification. And sometimes to get it, you need to go off script. Plant some seeds. See what’s in the boy’s true nature.” Drax flicked his ash, stared at his ember. Took a long draw sucking in his hollow cheeks. “So this night, it’s the night of the blackout of ’77, July. It’s sweltering hot in his apartment, we’re naked and dripping in sweat. I wanted him to learn to take a fist. I just slammed him for a second time, but we were getting nowhere. Been shoving big dildos and plugs up his ass, he was begging for them, shoving ones bigger than my hand, but when my fingers touched his hole?” Drax demonstrated for Manetti Ben’s tightly clenched butthole with his closed fist. “My experience, a good slam fixes that, but not Ben, not that night. Then the blackout happens, power goes out in the apartment and you might as well call it quits. Except we’re both higher than fuck, and I tell him, put on your jock and those chaps, I’m taking you somewhere. We usually didn’t go out in public. Some men recognized him, mostly from vanilla stuff that first year. Spreads in the soft core rags, beach boy, long hair surfer, jacking. Pics of him playing with his hole. Some with other pretty boys. He preferred boys his own age he could dominate. He was still skinny, tall though, aggressive with my other twink bottoms. Slapped them around some, nothing too violent, more bossy, really. Naturally verbal I was discovering. Bit of a nasty streak if you wanna know the truth. Had a real foul mouth when he got started. Loved when he got his bottom confessing to being his fucktard bitch,” Drax chuckled. “Said he got it from his stepdad.” “Chris’ real dad,” Manetti injected. “Ben’s stepdad. He used to beat Chris mercilessly.” “Yeah?” Drax paused interested, curious, mulled it over. “I could see that.” He gave Manetti a harsh once over, then pulled on his cigarette, letting the smoke drift out his teeth as he spoke. “So we ride in the cab seeing there this blackout going on all over the city, wasn’t just the fuses in the building. We pass a Walgreens being looted, I don’t know, old men carrying out cartons of cigarettes, six-packs, old ladies with shopping carts full of boxes of clothespin and plastic tablecloths, the strange things people do. Plastic flowers piled in their shopping carts. We pass a couple of cars on fire on Broadway and Eighth, both of us high as shit. We’re in this real-life Hieronymous Bosch painting. Are we really seeing these things? Maybe we are. Guys breaking into the Crazy Eddies store, a dog running up the Six Avenue by itself, no street lights of course, so the driver takes it easy. We get to Washington Street, there’s cops lined up. Ben’s afraid ‘cause of the cops. I have to convince him they’re just dress-up cops, club customers waiting to get in. We get out, climb the stairs past leather men, policemen, denim cowboys, we push up the line ‘cause Wally’s at the ropes and he sees me and takes one look at this beautiful boy I have in chaps and a jock, and opens the rope right up. We’re walking around the bar and I’m holding his leash. I got him to cut his hair that week. Made him get a Mohawk, I thought it’d be fun.” Manetti almost snorted his bourbon through his nose. “You’re shittin’ me. Ben let you give him a Mohawk?” he said. “Of course he didn’t. You think he’d ever go for that, the little priss. But I did get him to cut it shorter. Much better. He twern’t at the beach no more, were he? Dorothy ain’t in Kansas.” “Guess not,” said Manetti. He poured himself another glass and stole another of Drax’s smokes. Drax didn’t seem to care, but he did notice. “So of course there’s no lights or music in the club ‘cause it’s the fuckin’ blackout of nineteen seventy-seven! We’re in the middle of this sweltering heatwave, Son of Sam’s on the loose knocking couples off, and Ben’s making his debut at The Mineshaft on my leash, struttin’ around in his jockstrap and chaps, and I got everyone salivating. Boy don’t yet know his worth, but the men do. The bar’s all lit up by a thousand candles. Men all murmuring. It’s like a fucking church, which is exactly what The Mineshaft is actually. Am I right? It’s hotter than shit so I have Ben strip, which he’s high but a little reluctant to do right out in public, but I strip and others are walking around naked, so what the fuck. He asks sort of innocently, what kind of bar is this? Not a bar, son, I say. Let’s go down those stairs, I tell him. We leave the second floor bar, go down naked to the first floor and he’s like a kid in a candy store. His eyes are wide, his pupils like black saucers, and I see he’s hungry for what the store has to offer. There’s glory holes, rim seats, slings, but what does that sick pup pick up on first? There a spotlight and a bunch of men surrounding the spotlight. Of course he’s drawn to it. We go over, and the light’s focused on a bathtub. Two guys are in it getting pissed on by all the men standing around it. He begs me to let him get in. I unleash him, and he runs over naked wearing just his dog collar, making his way through a sea of naked or semi-naked men in harnesses, all their cocks waving, and he climbs in and gets on his knees. More men come over to get a load of this new dirty blond hunk, this gorgeous piece of fresh meat, and of course they want to piss all over him, mark him. He opens his mouth and consumes shit loads of their piss. One short Asian guy nuzzles up to him with his big black bush, and Ben learns to drink from dick, then he takes this black guy’s Johnson and sucks out his piss till the guy’s empty. He can’t get enough drinking piss, piss, piss, piss, piss, and wallowing under the spotlight doing it. No telling what bonus chems are in those streams, but he’s certainly changed after that. He’s a wild man the rest of the night. Hyped and wired.” Drax’s eyes are glowing, the orange reflecting off the white, like a red-eye photograph. He, too, looks to Manetti like a wild man, not really here, but in the past, a blind seer, watching Ben decades before soaking in piss, riding the limelight in that tub. Drax takes a sip to fortify the memory. “And then this big muscled cop, or a guy in a jockstrap wearing a cop’s shirt, pulls him out. I think he’s going to fuck the shit out of the kid, this big stud cop, but the cop finds an empty sling, pulls Ben with him, and then flops back in the sling himself, and slides his big jackboots through the sling’s leg straps. I pull up next to him to see what Ben’s gonna do. He’s wet, smells acrid from the piss, short hair slicked back—never looked better—asks the guy if he’s a real cop. The guy, in a low voice, admits he is—he’s the real deal! The fucker should have been out protecting the city but he’s here, looks high, waiting for Ben to bone him. Seeing he’s a real cop, Ben pops an instant stiffy. It’s saluting at full attention, with veins so hard around his thick shaft they look like crawling worms, for fuck sake. Men around him notice. I notice. He sticks his engorged meat in the guy in one balls-deep thrust, buries himself right up to his brown curlies. The guy yells to let him get use to his big fuckstick, and more guys come over hearing that. It’s all shadows and flickering candles, and what your eyes can’t see, your brain fills in. Fuck, man, the sounds they make. Not human sounds. Animalistic. Some ritual not even I understand is going on between cop and his former prey, between victim and abuser—rolls reversed. He’s fucking someone in his past, or a group of someones, I can tell, ‘cause whatever motivates him out of his past he’s taking it out on this cop in the sling, right here, right now—and it’s something fuckin’ brutally beautifully. It has all the sounds of a rape but let me tell you the cop is absolutely into it. His ass ain’t never had a Big Ben in it before and he’s enjoying the shit out of it. It ain’t a bottom and a top going at it. It’s a top being fucked by an über-top. That’s what The Mineshift spawned, the original anti-Eden: not butches doing fems, but the homomasculine submitting to the Über-masculine. We’re in Tom of Finland territory. Ben rips the cop’s shirt open, fucking him blindly, pinching the shit out of his big cop tits. They’re exchanging snarls, gorilla grunts, and Fuck Yous, and he’s releasing on the cop’s ass a lifetime of stored up rage. He climaxes shooting all over the guy’s uniform and in his face, but isn’t done with him yet. No sir. He’s got the whole corner of the room captivated. He shouts, Crisco, putting his hand out like he’s waiting for a stagehand. He’s in command. He truly is. He’s sweating profusely from the meth, and whatever chem piss is running through his system, and someone puts a wad of grease in his hand. Ben lubes his fist and doesn’t go gently into that good night. No sir. He pulls up next to the cop’s face, pushes his still hard, shit-crusted cock in the cop’s mouth, and pushes his clutched fist into the guy’s ass. Not a gooseneck hand to start, but the full magilla, his big clutched fist plunges into the guy’s gut. You can almost hear it go pop. There’s this loud fart of air as Ben pulls all the way out afore he pushes back in. The cop’s gagging on his cock from its girth as he’s struggling with the force of Ben’s arm pumping straight into his chute.” “Jesus,” Manetti said. “That’s what the cop is crying. Jesus Chris, slow down, man! he’s shouting, but Ben’s not listening to any of that shit. Not that he’s punch fucking the guy violently. No. He’s standing next to him, making him suck his shitty cock, pistoning him slowly but deep into this big cop’s ass like he’s kneading a big vat of dough. In, out. Stroke after stroke, sending the guy into both heaven and hell at the same time. Then they’re not even talking anymore, just Ben silently watching the cop’s anguished-exhilarated face, watching what he’s doing to the man, what effect he’s having on this cop he’s turned into a meat puppet. All the while the cop’s nursing Big Ben like an infant suckin’ on his mama’s teet. It gets quieter the deeper Ben pushes in his arm. Swear to God, it got as solemn as a church service. Wasn’t a cop and a top anymore. More biblical, priest administering to a penitent, more like it. Like the agony he’d put the man through came out the other side and he was now tending to him, fist going in deeper and pulling out. A part of the cop’s colon comes with it, big ol’ prolapse, probably the first one Ben ever saw. Didn’t bother him, got him hard again, he just pushes it back in and goes deeper. Wants to see how much gut he can pull out of the guy. Men gathered around, some stroking, some just watching in wonder, trying to fathom what the story is between this naked holy man and the supplicant. When Ben forced the man to cum, and forced him he did if you saw his face…” Drax said. “I’ve seen that face,” Manetti confirmed. “Well, then, you know how Ben is when he’s in charge. The cop cums all over his uniform, his chest, over his face, shoots over his head. Rope after rope of cum. Men fall to their knees to worship this new priest among them, some fell to the cop’s ass and chewed on his spent prolapse, all wanted Ben to do to them what he’d just done to the cop. They lick Ben’s feet, like he’s fuckin’ Jesus coming out the desert, kiss his thighs, lick his ass, stick their tongues inside his anus, suck on his armpit, whatever Ben offered raising up his arms to his new flock. Three at a time are under him worshiping his cock, balls, and taint. The cop slowly gets out of the sling, shaking his head, pushing his prolapse back in, trying to figure out where the fuck he’s been for the last hour, and I come with a can of grease and lay Ben back down in the sling, in front of this group of envious men. I lock his arms over his head and hand the cop a bottle of strong poppers to administer to him, then I buckle the strap holding Ben’s feet high in the air. He’s spread eagle with men groping his body like a holy relic. I lube my hand and take a good scoop of Crisco and start pushing it into the boy’s ass. I do this a couple of times so there’s a lot inside him when I start pushing two fingers in his slippery chute. He’s as tight as he’s ever been but he’s also rock hard. You want this, I tell him. Tell me how much you want this, I say. Please, Master, he begs, put your arm inside me. I slide in three, then four fingers. Stop fighting me I say at him. Give him a hit, I tell the cop. I’m getting pissed if he don’t let me fist him this time, with this audience. The cop bends the kid’s head over the bottle and lets him huff all he wants. He breathing in the bottle for a while afore he lets his head fall back against the leather. I can feel now not only has his ass relaxed, he’s trying, as much as he can tied up, to slide down the sling on my hand. I don’t even have to push in. His hole is opening and his weight is falling over the edge of the sling onto my hand on its own accord. And then I’m in and still sliding deeper without me having to do anything. He’s yelling Oh Fucks the deeper I go. But I gotta tell you: too much is made over the trust a bottom must have from his top. Bullshit I say. Fisting comes out of the school of S&M, and giving the bottom control of the scene ruins it. Fisting was created as a form of punishment as much as it was a form of control. I tell the cop to give him another hit. He does and I’m taking the boy for a ride he won’t forget. My hand comes out and goes back in a second time in the form of a fist. He’s struggling to accept the width but I won’t budge until he lets me in. From sheer pressure he pops open but not without a cry of distress. Good, I tell him, that feeling is what you can expect for the next hour. And that’s exactly what I give him, no merciful, sensual assplay, but forced punching of his anus until its lips hang loose and sloppy. The red of his colon starts to show after a while. His first night fisting and I’m developing this beautiful small rose. Push out, I yell at him. It’s a pretty pink flower for all to see. I clear some of the Crisco so the men around can see it better. Someone goes down and licks it, giving the kid the first taste of what getting his rosebud eaten feel like. He’s loving it. I go for depth after the first hour. Each time he takes a hit from the cop I’m pushing in deeper before the chemicals have an impact so that when they do I can push him even further. The cop asks if he can take over for a while, Ben becomes afraid, begs me no. Did I ask you? I say to him. Sure. Have at it. And the cop, with his big hairy paws, is plunging into him. I make the boy suck my dick while the cop is exacting revenge on the boy’s sphincter. The cop’s even slipping in a couple of additional fingers while he’s alternating hands in the kid’s ass. He’s almost got two hands in but I see pink in the grease on the cop’s forearms so I have him pullout. I don’t want him damaged. He relinquishes him, but not without one last deep punch, sending Ben’s head flinging back in agony. His suffering is my aphrodisiac. I’m dripping, so I slowly and savagely fuck him. Hours—you been at my receiving end afore, so you know—hours reaming him in chem-filled lust. No need for a bathroom break ‘cause I got my toilet attached to my cock. Besides the chem-piss makes him even more of a whore. Around daybreak, as most all the candles have burnt out, it’s now almost pitch black inside, you can see some outside daylight in the cracks, the last two or three flickering candles are fading, so Ben can’t really see but only feel my cock inside him. I slide my hand in next to my cock, which has been tenderizing him in the last of the wee hours. I wrap my fingers in a fist and piston my cock. He don’t know what he’s getting but the whore likes it. In the cavernous dark as the last candles go out, men are kissing him, nursing his nipples, sucking his cock. And he’s moaning, speaking in tongues, is tweaking on another plane, sucking on other cocks being fed to him, asses bent over for him to eat, and I jack my spooge inside my fist inside him. He’s blathering invites to anyone around him to fist his hole. He’s where I want him. He turns me on so hard, so broken, so open, and I let other guys fist and fuck him, watching along the wall, drinking my beer. “Drax, you fuck,” Manetti said. “He’s struggling under a brutal Neanderthal, fucking his insides out. Ben the boy is suddenly gone, surrendered, arms hanging off the sides of the sling. Taking it, accepting it, a martyr to sex. I bend over and ask him why he’s suddenly surrendered. He whimpers, Hunters got me trapped, Daddy, I can’t escape. I’m lost. Cops got me in a back alley. He’s lost in his past or his fantasy, it’s taken him over. He’s biting his lip. Four more men fuck him and four more fist him. I’m kissing him while they do, telling him accept what he is, just a hole for men to use as their cumrag. Then I see his hole drooling a steady, cloudy white stream of men’s seed, all pooling on the floor under his ass. I know I want back inside that warm, wet cave. I fuck my baby well into the day. Daddy’s got you, I tell him, won’t ever let you go. Then around noon the harsh club lights flickers back on. The blackout’s over. I don’t know how many times I shot into him. I know he shot wads more. Did he remember? Probably half of it. We go out into the daylight, blinded, looking to hail a cab. Butchers right next door to The Mineshaft, in their bloody white aprons, haul in large stabs of meat. Ben looks like just another one of their carcasses. I fold him into the backseat of a gypsy cab. Like one of the many hanging carcasses we ride away from, I look at him, his head’s back, he’s staring at the cab’s cloth ceiling talking to himself. This big human carcass of meat, flecked with viscera across his chest, his and many others—he’s a rock now as smooth as I want him.” Silence falls between Drax and Manetti. Fog veils the alley from sight. They both sip bourbon. Drax’s cigarette was a stub, had long ago gone out. Drax looks at the cigarette butt in his hand with his white eyes, and sets it in the ashtray. “Best fuck of my life,” he says, downing his second drink. *** He’s fumbling with his cigarettes and lighter. He knocked one out of the pack. His lighter shook in an unsteady hand. He’s unable to aim the flame under his cigarette, so Manetti reached over and steadied his hand, and Drax managed to get it lit. Manetti considered the man on the other side of the tiki bar. Sure, it’s the orange heat light and the backlit fog that created the illusion, but Drax wears the expression of a weary demon or maybe a withered angel; some hybrid of bliss and torment. He, Manetti’s, had witnessed that ecstatic tortured look, that rapture, firsthand whenever Drax was cumming inside him over the year he spent in his stable. This suspension between extremes, this balance between worlds; no wonder Ben stuck around more than a decade. Moth to a flame, night after night. It had its draw. “So,” said Manetti, rolling his ember in the ashtray. The glass ashtray’s imprinted with The Plan B Bar, the name he and Ben chose. He’s pretty sloshed by now, as is Drax, who’s smoking with exaggerated control. “How’d you really find us?” Manetti asked a second time, refilling his glass. Drax covered his emotions with each cloud of smoke he exhaled. “Read this article in Wired back when I could read,” Drax said. “Don’t look shocked. I read sometimes.” Drax took up his drink, swirled it, and gave it a small sip. “There was this article, a profile of a kid, called himself Alistair Enge. Didn’t want to give out his real name to the magazine. ‘Fraid his mama’d find out, I suppose. He started a porn site, the article said, e-commerce, premium subscriptions, whatnot. It claimed it was changing the face of porn. No photo of this new face of porn, but I said to myself, Drax, you old fuck,” he flicked his ash, “where you hear that name afore?” He paused long enough to take a drag. “Then I remembered your pirate story from back in the day. When was that, Michael? Eleven, twelve years ago?” Manetti thought for a second, stoking his beard, a few strands of grey now blending in. “Twelve years,” he says. “Well, I thought to go ask my friends Boris and Roger—they’re still together, if you’re wondering. Wallace died though. Pity, nice pooch. I asked my old friends Boris and Roger, I said, hey Boris, hey Roger, what you’d ever do with that boat. What was its name?” “We bought it. The Jolly Roger.” “The Jolly Roger, yes.” He swirled his drink again and sipped a little more urgently. “So this is yours and Ben’s establishment. What about Chris, or is it Alistair now?” Drax held his cigarette to his mouth, sucked hard on the tip, smoke curling around his tattooed knuckles, H-A-T-E. “Yeah, we own it. Chris has his own thing going, has a crew of programmers and managers, sales, regulatory, things like that. But Ben and I run this.” He hit his cigarette and blew smoke out forcefully threw his nose. “What made you think of the boat?” he asked. “Alistair—the new face of porn—said he’d spent several years sailing with his family around the Caribbean before Stanford. Family,” Drax scoffed bitterly. “Three of you, huh? How does that work?” “Works quite well,” Manetti replied, taking a last hit from his cigarette and then stamped it out. “So MD. You came all the way out here to…?” Manetti let the question hang. Drax let it dangle. “Shame about Bichon, but I suppose karma has a way of catching up to even the best of us, wouldn’t you say, Michael?” Drax’s ghostly eyes looked accusingly at him. The patio’s becoming darker each minute by the encroaching fog. “So, how’s tricks, boy-o? Turned any lately?” Manetti returned a cold smile. “No, man. Lifetime ago,” he said, calmly sipping his drink. “Very happily married. Proud owner of The Plan B, which we live above.” He pointed to a lit window over them. “Part-time bartender, full-time husband.” “Not even a nibble?” “Not even a taste.” “I have to say, when you three ran off, a third of my stable initially went with it. That took a big hit on my livelihood. To tell you the God’s honest truth, devastated my livelihood, completely. Put me right out of business.” Manetti considered this. He tipped the glass to his lips, swallowed. “Never had much overhead, MD,” he said a bit confused. “Hard to see how that could’ve impacted you in any meaningful way.” “Meaningful.” Drax tries the word in his mouth. “Meaningful. Full of meaning.” In the feeble light he searched Manetti’s face through his cataracts. “You tell me, Michael, what meaning is there when a usurper comes and steals your favored boy, the only boy you want, and gets away clean? I’ll tell you what that means. It means the rest of the stable sees there’s no repercussion for abandonment, and the whole stable dismantles, the tower crumbles.” “Hold on,” Manetti said, brows tightly knit. “I’m supposed to feel sorry for getting away from you? You cut off my cock, fucker, planted a pussy on me, and I’m the one that should feel guilty about what happens to you?” He barked a mirthless laugh. “The night of the fire you’re lucky Ben and Chris talked me out of tracking you down. I would have been much more medieval on you than I was to the good doctor.” Drax pulled out another cigarette from his pack. He wasn’t done with the first and tried to light the new one from the old, but his hand shook too much to get it lit. Manetti just watched him struggle, feeling no pity, only disgust. Drax finally got his Camel to light and blew out an enormous stream of smoke. “Truth is, you were damaged long before I met you, Michael. I just removed the damaged part I saw that was rotting away.” Manetti grabbed the old man’s shirt across the bar, and pulled him partially over the bamboo top. He cocked back his other arm in a fist but not before Drax pulled out a snub nose pistol from his pocket. Manetti saw the gun, dropped him and took a step back. “Whoa, whoa,” he said, hands where Drax could see them. He’s making no fast moves but his brain is racing. “So,” he ventured, seeing if he could tamp down the situation, “you come cross-country just to kill me because, what, you miss Ben? Mineshaft closed more than ten years ago, Drax. Boys grow up. Birds fly from the nest.” “I came for the one point eight million you stole,” Drax hissed. Manetti’s hands are still in the air. “Okay,” he conceded. “Fair enough. You’re owed that. We can more than cover it.” “And for stealing Ben,” Drax spits. “Can you cover that?” Manetti didn’t have a comeback. Manetti’s heart was racing. “No, you’re right, you’re right.” Drax had him in a corner, emotionally, logically, physically. “I fucked you over. I’m sorry. You have every right.” But then, finding himself cornered, he felt a spark of anger he couldn’t hold back. “So castration isn’t enough,” he said darkly, “you have to off me, is that it?” Drax looked out through his white glowing eyes and slowly, viciously nodded yes. Manetti looked down, thoughtful, then looked at his drink. Looked at Drax. Saw nothing but the cold, dead eyes of a shark. “So I guess, cheers, to my rotten life, then, huh?” He’s pleading, reaching slowly for his drink, hoping Drax will grant him a dead man’s right for a last fortifying drink. Drax gave him a gummy smile. “Go ahead, boy-o. On the house,” he said, pulling back the gun’s hammer. Manetti raised this glass, saluted Drax, and then tossed the alcohol in Drax’s face. Drax fired and hit Manetti, but Manetti snatched his lighter, flicked the wheel, and put the flame to the old man’s long beard. The alcohol ignited his doused beard, face and hair, and Drax’s whole head, right up to his eyebrows, lit into one giant flame. He’s reeling back, a human matchstick. He’s screaming, slapping his head, stumbling, wobbling blindly all over the patio. He’s firing at empty air, senseless of where he was. Manetti smacked the gun out of his hand and kept pushing him back, again and again, toward the railing. Drax was still screaming, clutching his head, consumed in fire. At the railing, Manetti gave him a final tap, not even that hard, and the old man flew downward into the alley, landed head first with a snap. Bobo and Duke ran out soon after the gunshots. Mike was holding his shoulder by the railing, peering over at something. Bobo rushed to Mike to see the extent of his wound, while Duke gazed down, inspecting the singed, smoldering figure, its arms and legs bent out at unnatural angles, sprawled over the asphalt. Duke turned to Mike grimly, “I told you smoking could kill you.” *** Chris danced in front of Manetti, with Ben looking on encouragingly. Manetti tried not to smile. The ocean was calm, the harbor breeze warm. The night sky was a dome of lights, moonless. Chris was feeling good, a bit buzzed. He swayed his hips close to Mike perched on his barstool. Chris reached up to the top button of Mike’s flowered shirt. “Bamba la bamba,” he sang. “No,” said Manetti. Chris unbuttoned it anyway. He reached for the second button. “C’mon, knock it off,” Mike said batting Chris’ hand away. Chris went back and undid the second button and reached in his hand and felt Manetti’s massive, fur-covered chest. He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips, felt his scruffy dark beard. Manetti started breathing unevenly. Chris kissed him slowly, purposefully, sensually. Manetti relaxed, for the first time letting down his guard. Chris pulled away with a spark in his eye, undoing the flowered shirt’s last button revealing the man’s entire black pelt. Ben was behind him and removed the Hawaiian shirt and placed it on the bar. He kissed Manetti’s right shoulder, then his left, then the nape of his neck. He threaded his hands around Manetti’s chest, feeling his warmth and his racing heart. Chris grasped the man’s belt and Manetti stood up quickly and pushed Chris away. “I can’t,” he cried. “No. Don’t,” he pleaded. Chris got on his knees and unlatched the belt, started lowering the zipper. Manetti was never one for underwear, so when the shorts fell, he stood on the deck naked, exposed for all the world see. Chris bent in and kissed Manetti’s regrown bush, his soft black hair, brushed it delicately with his fingertips, drew a line along the soft pink lips. “Stop,” Manetti gasped. “It just a cunt.” “Not just, it’s you,” the young man said. “You is who I want.” He put his face between Manetti’s legs, breathed him in, licked Manetti. The unfamiliar sensation caused the man to heave a monumental breath, brought a sigh of pleasure but also one of confusion. Shaking he stepped back off balanced. Ben was there to catch him. Manetti felt weak, fought against his frailty. Turning his vulnerability to strength, he steeled himself, grabbing Chris and Ben by their hands and pulling them forcefully down to the master cabin. There he ripped off Chris shirt and tore off the boy’s pants, then combatively, ripped the buttons off Ben’s shirt, held his head forcefully, and sucked his face like he’d been wanting to every day for the past six months. Ben, still locked onto Manetti’s lips, slipped off his shorts. Chris came over and stuck his face close to theirs. Manetti pulled back as Chris kissed Ben’s bent forehead, then as Ben looked up at his brother, Chris kissed his cheek. Ben found Chris’ mouth, and slid his tongue over his brother’s tongue. Both men were erect, which Manetti took full advantage of. He suck his lover’s massive member, then his brother’s smaller but still generous meat. He stuck both their cocks in his mouth and tortured them, rubbing their cockheads against each other, sliding his tongue around them, making them leak in arousal. He grabbed some bedside lube and rubbed it on Chris and Ben erections, then on his front lips and between his cheeks. He positioned himself on his side pulling Chris down with him. Ben laid down in back. Manetti eased his butt, like so many times in the past, against Ben protruding erection. Ben’s stiff and metal adorned organ slowly slid inside Manetti, familiar and so welcome. Chris faced Mike and held his cock at Mike’s new lips and looked in his eyes. Mike gave him a smile of permission, and Chris slowly, sensually parted Mike’s virginal lips. Chris rubbed his dick up and down, rhythmically finding he could part Mike’s body. Mike helped by rocking back on Ben’s cock, allowing it to penetrate him deeply, then rocked forward to take a bit, an inch, then two, of Chris’s cock. There was electricity in the dark cabin, palpable breath on a face, on a neck, mouth against mouth, inhalations and exhalations exchanged. A painful tearing of skin, slowly, erotically. Of all the collective torture they’d been through, this was the most protracted and agonizing. Like a band aid slowly being ripped off, one cell at a time. Tension and desire continually traded places, body parts awash in lubricants, smoothly flowing, painfully, exhilaratingly, new sensations every second between three men who found they were heading into unexplored territory. Mike felt the violation of his organ, both past and present, ravishing him, making him loose control. Once past the initial pain, at first the pleasure was too intense, but the allure of submitting to two men stroking inside his body, became intensely satisfying. Then, after accepting the satisfaction, he recognized he could invert it. Suddenly he felt more in control of them than they were of him. Writhing between them, he was in charge of their pleasure. He controlled their body’s rhythm, granting them unending satisfaction through his rhythmic, velvety undulations, granting them the pleasure they sought within his body. Chris whispered almost inaudible, “Oh, fuck Ben. I feel you.” Their faces so close together not a breath escaped detection by any of them. The three shared this discovering. “I feel you, too, brah,” said Ben deep inside Mike. The closer he drew into Mike, the more Ben’s cock pressed against a wall that barely separated him from his brother. Ben withdrew and slid in deep with each stroke, not only thrilling Mike but also erotically rubbed under Chris’ cockhead. Not one of the three of them saw this coming. They gasped at the orchestra of sensation flowing through their bodies, the variety of pitch and crescendos they could produce. Chris was almost in to his balls, when Manetti cried out in pain. They halted abruptly. They caught their collective breath. No one moved. Chris slowly eased all the way out fearing he’d damaged Mike. But the look on Manetti’s face showed how amorous he still felt, how much he wanted Chris back inside. Ben never left Mike’s ass. One of life’s greatest feelings for Manetti was having Ben’s full python buried deeply inside him. He nudged Ben until Ben fell onto his back pulling Manetti along with him. Then Manetti rocked on top of him, rising forward to impale himself in a squatting position. He bobbed in a wave of lust against his lover’s groin, sending waves of pleasure careening through both their bodies. He smiled lewdly at Chris, his hands parting his new lips, inviting the young man to come back in. Mike fingering his twat was an obscene gesture that excited the fuck out of Chris. He knelt like he was in church in front of the holy alter of Mike, as Mike reclined back spreading his legs, fall back onto Ben’s chest. Chris slipped in cautiously, but increasingly giving into his arousal, his desire to fuck Manetti as deeply and as hard as he could. Chris never imagined he could share in such a complicated arrangement, of boomeranging and ricocheting needs and lust-filled desires. He made out with Mike as his cock rocked inside the man, then found his brother’s face alongside Mike and satisfied his forbidden, incestuous appetite, discovering how deep within Mike he could fuck against his brother’s hard, massive cock. How could they know how good this would feel, how tangled their emotions would entwined, how bound together their souls would become? They united in the moment, tonight, tomorrow, for a lifetime. Manetti felt the brothers shudder together, felt how wet he suddenly was, leaking out both sides of his body as the brothers continued to quake. And somewhere within, sliding against his core, against his body’s tectonic plates, a quake overtook him too, pulled him over a vista and he could see how this could all work out. He shuddered in gratification of the corruption and purity of this comingling of brothers cumming within him at this moment. They gasped, all breathing unevenly, laid there motionless except for the rising and falling of their chests. Chris was the first to make a move, cascading them all to the side, all still holding each other for dear life. Had this even a chance of continuing? Just because it hadn’t been done before it still could be done. It’d be messy and complicated. They’d expect no understanding from others. Gee, didn’t that already sound all too familiar? Chris and Mike looked at each other with faces radiating satiation, Ben kissing the swirling hairs, the soft opera of Manetti’s neck. They lay quietly for a long time. Then Mike exploded. “Alright, you fucking perverts,” he roared between them, snapping into drill sergeant mode. He quickly and rudely untangled their cocks from his body. Rising off the bed, he grabbed the grease. “Prior brothers!” he barked. “Edge of bed with your asses in the air! Now!” He greased both his hands greedily. “It’s time you boys ride the Manetti Chariot!” He smacked both their asses hard. They responded, excitedly bounding to their knees, aligning next to each other on all fours, pulling and playing with each other’s floppy cocks like naughty schoolboys, while Mike lined up his fingers against their holes. Ben draped his arm over Chris’ shoulder and Chris draped his arm over his big brother’s. “And don’t expect me to take it easy on either one of you sick fucks,” Manetti growled, plunging deep inside their cavities.

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

Thanks subslut: I agree with all you say. Wish you were around right now to take my load up your unprotected ass

YESTERDAY'S FRIDAY WAS GOOD! I was having dinner with friends last night. I was a little more than horny. Oh well, what was I to do? Steamworks Toronto, what else! It was quite busy. I did catch 2 guys I knew from the Club120 bb sex parties there last night. They were have fun and so was I. Now on to the cocks... Cock #1 - front gloryhole-dark area. Taller than me (I'm 5'8") Asian guy locked eyes with me. He started by pinching my nipples. He was hard underneath his towel, and I was hard wearing only a jock. He took his towel off and urged me to suck his cock. No encouragement needed. I could feel that his cumming was imminent, so I asked him if he could blast in my mouth. Within 2 mins. I had a mouthful of hot cum. Cha-ching - LOAD #1. Swallowed. I did clean off his cock. A win-win for both! Cocks #2 and 3 - back, long and narrow dark room. After 2 AM the staff turns the lights off there. Very sensory after that. Bodies, cocks and asses try to fit themselves in and through this space. I was sucking an anon dick. I did feel his cum. Not a huge load, a bit salty. But oh well. LOAD #2 in my mouth. Then, towards the end of my 8 hr. stay I got a handsome muscular young man who wanted a release. Who was I to argue? He had a buff body in the darkness with a curved longish hard cock. I got down on my knees and serviced him. I asked he could cum in my mouth. He said yes. Then he held my head back a few inches from his oh-so-great-tasting dick and he was jerking off. At the moment of cumming I got my mouth and tongue around his swollen cock and felt it pulsating in my mouth. A really big load! He tasted great! I cleaned off his cock. I could tell he was happy! Cock # 4 - earlier in the same back narrow dark room I was fucking a nice younger boy's ass. I could feel that I was about to cum. A guy sucking cock next to me said, "Give me your cumload!" I don't know what had me exit one guy's lovely ass to directly shoot in another guy's mouth, but I shot a good-sized hot load into his mouth. He cleaned off my cock and thanked me. The bottom was still being fucked by other guys. I guess exiting from one guy and into the mouth of another guy is new to me. I loved it!! Time to go to April's Club120 bb sex parties. Cheers, rawbuds!

Sexually, I'm hugely turned on by contrasts- big, beefy, hairy, hung top studs fucking smaller, pale, smooth, weak bottoms with small dicks. I'm exclusively homosexual but I have a "hetero" esthetic when it comes to sex between men. SO cis male penis fucking transman pussy is hot as fuck to me, especially when the trans guy is hairy, built etc. The contrast between their genitals drives me out of my mind.

rawTOP, just wanted to say thanks for the work you’re doing on this. It’s an effort, no doubt. It’s appreciated.

[ There is a mention about escorts in this (and earlier) chapters. From the info in the alert, I think it should be OK since its in a section of fictional stories and this story is complete fiction ] Part 46 - Pool time The next few days were quiet as they recovered from their trip to San Francisco. Joe sent a message off to Greg with several questions about the job and a separate one about meeting for fun. He didn’t feel he could charge Greg but was unsure how to handle it. He decided to just meet and not mention anything about money and not accept it if Greg gave it to him. Joe’s other phone buzzed with a message and he hauled it out. The message was from Greg. “Let’s meet at the Palomar Hotel tomorrow. I’ll get room. Mind if its a group?” Joe replied “Sounds good. What time? Group OK, I think. Who?” His main phone buzzed and he had answers to most of his work questions from Greg. While he was reading the messages his second phone buzzed and Greg’s response was “4pm. A couple future co-workers.” Joe then sent a message to the intern he met on the interview before Christmas. “Hi. This is Joe. We met when Greg gave me the tour after my 2nd interview. Can we talk?” Raphi replied back a little while later “yeah. now?” Joe walked out on the balcony and took a big hit off the joint and stubbed it out. He called Raphi and he asked several questions about the job, the workplace, work hours, and then finally asked about the people there. “Yeah, its the people that make this a great place to work” Raphi said. “We work hard, but we play hard too. Sometimes its G rated stuff - bowling, softball or sand volleyball. Stuff like that. But some of the people like to have more, uh, adult fun. Drinking, dancing, partying, and…” Raphi stopped. “And?” Joe asked. “Can I ask you a personal question, Joe?” Raphi asked nervously. “Yeah, no problem” replied Joe. “I think I know the answer, but I want to be sure. Are you, uh… gay or bi?” asked Raphi. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, I am.” “Oh good. My gaydar has always sucked and I misinterpret guys all the time. I can never tell if someone is just being friendly or hitting on me. Anyway, the reason I asked is that some of the guys at work have sex parties sometimes. I’ve heard they’re really wild. I haven’t gone to one yet, I’ve been too nervous” Raphi said. “My turn to ask a personal question, then” said Joe and Raphi said “Sure” in his usual, exuberant voice. “Are you nervous because you’re a virgin?” Joe asked. “Oh fuck no! I lost that years ago. I, uh, just never, uh… done it in a group” Raphi replied. “Ah, that’s cool. Don’t worry about it. Maybe start small with two or three other people and then try larger groups when you’re ready. Just remember, it can be fun to go outside your comfort zone” Joe said. “Yeah, thanks. I hope you decide to take the job. You seem like a cool guy and I think it would be fun to work together. If they’ve offered you a job then they really want you. Its very tough to get a job there. Most people don’t last through the first interview. I heard they only gave four second interviews” Raphi said. “Oh wow. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll be talking to you later. Maybe we can grab coffee or a beer later in the week” Joe replied. “Yeah, that would be cool. Maybe you can tell me the strange place where Greg found you then, hehe” Raphi said. Joe chuckled and said “Uh, maybe. Bye” and hung up the phone. Joe and Kyle put on their swim suits and grabbed a few beers before going to the hot tub downstairs. They took their t-shirts and sandals off and slid into the hot bubbling water. They discussed Joe’s job offer and how they wished they could be naked and fuck each other out in public. They made comments about some of the guys laying out by the main pool and realized why Mark liked this apartment complex since it seemed that it was filled with hot guys. They heard a noise behind them and when they turned they saw two guys setting their drinks down and getting into the other side of the tub. They took in the sight of the newcomers who smiled back and were obviously checking Joe and Kyle out. “Hi, mind if we join you?” asked the blond haired guy. “No problem” Kyle replied. The new guys tossed their towels to the side and both were wearing speedos that left little to the imagination. The blonde guy was tall and thin and seemed to be completely shaved, with no pubic hair showing above his low cut orange speedo. The other guy was a chocolate skinned black guy with his hair in a mohawk, a few inches taller than his friend and while also thin, had a lot of definition to his muscles. His cock, while seemingly soft left a large bulge in his yellow swimsuit. “I’m Adam and this is Wes” the blond guy said and Joe introduced themselves. Joe looked over and Adam and Wes were sitting close together with their hands underneath the bubbling water, which he assumed meant they were groping each other. “I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around before. Did you guys just move in?” Wes asked. “We’re out visiting my brother for the holidays and thought we’d come down here and enjoy the weather and the views” Joe replied. “Ah, cool. Are you two… uh… together?” Adam then asked. “Yeah, Joe’s my boyfriend. But… we’re… uh… open” Kyle responded and then winked. Both Adam and Wes smiled before Adam said “We’re roommates but sometimes we play together.” There was a minute of silence while it seemed everyone was checking each other out more thoroughly. “Nice tattoo” Adam commented. “Thanks. My brother got it for me as my graduation gift. Now I just have to graduate!” Joe said with a chuckle and everyone laughed with him. Adam and Wes started to move across the hot tub near Joe and Kyle. Adam reached out and traced parts of the tattoo on Joe’s arm and then chest. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be that rude. I just haven’t been up close with any guys that have a tattoo and it fascinates me. I don’t think I could stand the pain to have something like that done” Adam said. Joe chuckled again and said “No problem, I like hot guys touching me. The tattoo didn’t hurt too much. Just the chest part, really, and it wasn’t too bad.” Joe glanced over and Wes was getting close to Kyle. He looked back and Adam was moving in to kiss Joe, so he put his arm around Adam and pulled him in. Their lips touched and then Joe parted his lips and pressed his tongue to Adam’s lips. The kiss got more intense and Joe heard a moan come from Kyle and Wes’s direction. The two pairs were making out for several minutes until Adam broke the kiss and sat down next to Joe. His hand quickly made it’s way to Joe’s crotch where he found a stiff cock straining against his swimsuit. Adam grasped Joe's cock and then stroked it slowly. Kyle was rubbing Wes’s bulge and watching the snake grow longer and thicker until it started to crawl out of his speedo. Kyle looked up at Wes and grinned before licking his lips. Wes looked over at Joe and Adam who were kissing again while Adam stroked Joe’s cock underneath the water. Wes said “We should probably go inside before we get busted again.” Adam reluctantly ended the kiss and agreed. Adam and Wes went back over to the other side of the tub and got out, covering their hard cocks by wrapping their towels around their waists. Joe and Kyle started to get out of the pool doing the same and dropped their empty beer cans in the trash. They started to walk back towards the building, with Joe and Kyle in the lead. Once inside, they got on the elevator and Adam hit 3, for their floor. The four walked down the hall to Adam and Wes’s apartment and went in. As soon as they were inside, everyone stripped off their swimsuits and Adam led everyone into his bedroom. Joe turned Adam around and backed him up to the bed before pushing him back so he laid down on one side of the bed. “Damn, you have another tattoo” Adam said as he tried to look closer at it. “Yeah I do” Joe said as he climbed on top of Adam. “Fuck! He’s got a third one too” exclaimed Wes as he spotted the biohazard tattoo on Joe’s calf. “What? Let me see!” Adam said excitedly. Joe climbed off and then turned around, showing Adam the back of his leg. “Oh, shit! You’re poz, aren’t you?” Adam said. “Yeah I am” Joe replied. Kyle moved back and let Wes see the tat above his cock. “Fuck. You too?” Wes said. “We can play safe” Joe said, sensing reluctance from Adam. “I don’t care. I’m on prep, so I’m good” Wes said. Adam looked to be white as a ghost. “Uh… I… uh… don’t fuck with poz guys. Sorry” Adam said. Joe decided to push a bit, since he really wanted to fuck Adam. “Are you on prep?” he asked. “No” Adam replied. “Then you always fuck with condoms then. Right?” Joe probed a bit more. “No, I prefer it raw” Adam said after several seconds. “Then its just a matter of time. There’s lots of guys out there that don’t know they’re poz and will tell you they’re neg. Theres even some guys that know they’re poz and will lie just to fuck you. You’ve probably already taken poz loads and you didn’t even know it” Joe said in an almost scholarly voice. “No, I’m really careful” Adam said. “Dude, that’s stupid. I’ve been telling you for over a year to get on it” Wes said as he started to move towards the door, dragging Kyle with him. “You wouldn’t fuck with a poz guy even with a condom?” Joe asked as he looked down at Adam. “No. I’ve had them break before” Adam said. Joe stepped back and started towards the door. As soon as he got out into the living room and was reaching for his swimsuit, Wes called to him and motioned him into the other bedroom. Wes pulled them in close and said “Fuck yeah! Now I get to get tag teamed by a couple of hot poz guys!” Joe looked at Kyle and then said “As long as you end up fucking both of us too.” “Hell, yeah!” Wes replied and the three of them moved on to the bed. Joe moved in front of Wes and Kyle behind him and soon Wes had a cock in his throat and a tongue up his ass. His rock hard, nine inch, thick cut cock was dripping precum almost immediately on the bed while Joe and Kyle used him. No mention had been made about condoms and Kyle didn’t see any around. He did spot a bottle of poppers next to a bottle of lube and quickly grabbed both of them. He did two hits from the brown bottle and then dripped some lube on Wes’s pulsing hole. Kyle worked his finger in and forced some lube inside. He worked his finger in and out and then added a second finger. Wes was moaning around Joe’s cock as his hole got opened up. Joe was slowly fucking his cock into Wes’s mouth and then into his throat. Joe knew that Wes was really good at sucking and deep throating cock and seemed to be enjoying every second. He tried to pace it so that he didn’t blow his load down Wes’s throat. He wanted to plant his load deep in that hot bubble butt. Kyle couldn’t wait to get his cock in Wes’s hole so he pulled his fingers out and slicked up his cock with lube and moved in. He passed the poppers to Joe and then slid his cock into the quickly closing hole. He pushed in slowly, sinking his cock all the way in with one long stroke. A muffled “Oh fuck yeah” came from Wes and Kyle felt Wes clamp down on his cock when he got all the way in. Kyle started rolling his hips and drilled his raw cock into Wes’s hungry pussy. The harder he fucked the harder Joe’s cock got driven into Wes’s throat. Joe and Kyle had fucked many guys like this and it never seemed to get old. Joe’s cock was getting treated like few other times when they had spit roasted guys. No matter how hard Kyle fucked, Wes was still using his tongue and throat to massage and pleasure his cock. He finally had to pull his cock out of Wes’s mouth to prevent himself from cumming. He held up the poppers to Wes’s nose and let him breathe in. Kyle put his hands on Wes’s shoulders and forced his head into the mattress. He got up on his feet and started to pound into Wes, his cock plunging deep into his tunnel. His precum had been coating Wes’s insides and making it easy to fuck him hard. Kyle began to moan as his balls tightened. Wes started to beg in between thrusts - “Fuck yeah” “drill that ass” “fucking breed me.” The last one told Kyle everything he needed to know and began to feel his cock pulse as he shot his toxic seed deep inside Wes’s prep'd neg hole. He wasn’t going to be able to knock Wes up, but it still felt good. When the shots stopped, Kyle thrust in a few more times and pulled out. He heard a whimper from Wes, but his hole was not empty long before Joe took his turn. Wes’s hole was slick and still gaping when Joe shoved in all the way and Wes let out a loud moan. This was a feeling Joe loved, an eager hole filled with poz cum coating his cock. Joe knew he wouldn’t last long, since Wes’s oral skills had taken him to the edge several times already. He reached forward and pulled Wes up, so they were both upright while Joe drilled his cock in. He whispered into Wes’s ear “It feels good having that poz load inside you, doesn’t it?” Wes replied with a “Mmmhmm.” “You like taking the forbidden seed, right?” Joe continued as his hips slammed into Wes’s ass. “Oh yeah” Wes moaned. “One day you’ll stop taking the meds and let it happen, won’t you?” Joe teased and got “Mmmhmm” from Wes. Joe was a little surprised at Wes’s response, but it turned him on even more. Four more thrusts and his cock showered Wes’s guts with another toxic load of cum. They both yelled out when Joe’s orgasm hit and Joe held Wes tight, lightly biting his neck. Joe and Wes slowly fell to the bed, Joe’s cock still inside Wes. Kyle joined the two of them and they laid there recovering for several minutes. Wes’s cock was semi hard and Kyle leaned down and began to suck on it. He tasted the sweat and the precum that had been dripping out while they had been fucking Wes. It quickly got rigid and filled Kyles mouth with its girth. Wes smiled as Kyle sucked and Joe played with his nipples. “You boys want my neg seed in those poz cunts?” Wes said and was greeted with both saying “Mmmhmm” as they continued getting Wes aroused. Wes got up and pushed Kyle off the bed and bent him over. He took the bottle of lube and pushed some into Kyle’s hole with a pair of fingers. It was obvious to Kyle that this fuck wasn’t going to be gentle. A third finger joined in and Wes twisted his fingers around, stretching Kyle open. Wes yanked his fingers out and slapped his hard cock on Kyle’s ass. He spread the cheeks apart and rubbed his cock up and down and then without warning jabbed it into Kyle’s hole. “FUCK!” Kyle yelled. This was the biggest cock that Kyle had taken in a while and Wes was just ripping into his ass. Kyle buried his face into the bed, letting it muffle his screams. He tried to get his body to relax but it took longer than he wanted. After almost two dozen thrusts he got used to the brutal invasion from Wes’s cock. His ass was burning, but it started to feel good. He turned his head and started to moan and that seemed to spur Wes on to fuck harder and go that extra bit deeper, hitting his inner ring. Kyle’s eyes rolled back and a new wave of pain spread through his body. Soon, that too dissipated and Kyle’s moans returned. Wes pounded Kyle like that for several minutes and then Kyle felt his cock get even thicker. “UGHHH UGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHH” screamed Wes as Kyle felt his guts get filled with cum. He couldn’t feel any pulses from Wes’s cock, it just seemed like a flood of hot cream was getting pumped into him. Joe stood there looking in awe of what happened to Kyle and was bracing himself for similar treatment. Wes pulled his cock out of Kyle’s hole and a mixture of cum and blood dripped out down his balls and legs. Kyle crawled up on to the bed and laid there face down and Wes slapped his ass. “Thats why I love fucking poz guys. They know how to take cock and love it rough.” Wes said. He sat down on the bed, rubbing Kyle’s back when they heard from the doorway “Can I join in?” It was Adam. He was shaking and still pale. “Sure, bring the condoms” Joe said. “No. No condoms. You’re right. I am playing with fire and didn’t want to admit it. At least this way I’ll know when it happens” Adam said. “You sure about this? We’re not on meds” Kyle said, turning his head back towards Adam. “Uh… Yeah” Adam replied. Kyle got up from the bed, feeling more cum drip down his leg and motioned Adam over. Wes got up and moved to the other side of the bed and motioned for Joe to kneel on the bed with his ass over the edge. Wes lubed up Joe’s hole and then tossed the bottle over to Kyle. Adam climbed on the bed and Kyle said quietly “On your back.” Kyle rolled Adam on to his shoulders and began to rim his hairless ass. He sucked Adam’s balls into his mouth, one by one, and then feasted on the tight hole. He could still feel Adam’s body quiver but soon he also heard him moan. Curling his tongue, he worked it into Adam’s tight hole, feeling it relax the more his tongue poked in. Kyle brought his index finger up and slowly pushed it in, getting the spit inside. He knew that Adam was too nervous and too tight to just use spit for lube and leaned back and dripped some of the lube over his pucker. Kyle’s finger slid in much easier now and he tried to get the lube in deeper. Joe and Wes had been watching up to this point and then Wes started to lube up Joe’s ass too. Kyle added a second finger and felt Adam loosen up and didn’t feel him shaking any more. The moans got louder from Adam and Kyle knew he had gotten over his fear. A third finger went in and Adam’s hole opened up nicely. After a few quick strokes of his lubed hand on his cock, Kyle lowered Adam down and lined his cock up. He wasn’t even sure if Adam had ever had a pierced cock in his ass, but he soon was going to. Kyle locked his eyes on Adam’s and he saw that combination of fear and lust that he knew from every neg guy he had fucked since he converted. Kyle slowly pushed in and felt Adam’s hole clamp down. “You sure about this?” he asked and Adam nodded ‘yes’. Adam took a deep breath and his hole loosened up and Kyle’s cock popped inside. He let Adam get used to it before rocking his hips, getting his cock in deeper with each stroke. Kyle chuckled to himself thinking that as brutal a fuck Wes had just given him, he was doing the opposite with Adam. His strokes got longer and longer and his precum began to add to the spit and lube he had used. Adam was staring at him, never blinking as he started slow and worked up to a full fuck. His pubic hair was hitting against the hairless pussy and he saw a smile come across Adam’s face. Soon there was the slapping sound of two bodies slamming into each other as Wes was pounding Joe while Kyle fucked Adam. Wes was holding back, trying not to scare Adam any more than he already was. Joe was relieved that he was being spared the savage fuck that Kyle had gotten. Groans and moans filled the room with the skin slapping sounds. The pace seemed to pick up in spurts. First Kyle would fuck faster and Wes would match it, then Wes would speed up and Kyle would follow suit. Kyle knew he was close and he looked down at Adam, trying to decide whether to pull out or not when Adam said “Breed me.” Kyle needed no more encouragement and jack rabbited his cock into Adam’s hole before slamming in deep and unleashing a huge load of charged cum inside Adam’s neg hole. Wes heard Adam’s comment and Kyle’s subsequent orgasm and started to pound Joe’s ass hard. Just as hard as he had Kyle’s. Joe wasn’t prepared for it and his body recoiled from the sudden attack. His hole gripped Wes’s shaft like a vice and it just made things more painful. It also caused Wes to start to shoot his load deep inside Joe. When Wes’s cock stopped throbbing and pumping his seed in, Wes pulled his cock out and stood there panting. Kyle pulled his cock out of Adam and climbed off the bed. Joe scooted over got between Adam’s legs and asked “You want another one?” Adam nodded and Joe slid his rock hard cock into Adam’s creamy hole. Kyle walked over to Wes and got on his knees and started to clean his cock of the slime from Joe and his ass. Wes’s cock stayed hard even though he had just fucked and bred two guys. He was fixated on Joe fucking Adam. Joe wasn’t as gentle as Kyle was, but Adam seemed to be ok with it. Joe pushed Adam back and folded him up, getting better leverage to drill into his neg cunt. His long strokes sometimes got too long and he pulled all the way out and drove right back in, causing a gasp to come from Adam. The cum from Kyle kept Adam lubed up and the force of Joe’s cock was pushing some of the creamy goodness out and around the base of Joe’s cock. “You want my load too?” asked Joe as he started to fuck harder. Kyle stopped sucking to hear Adam’s response. “Fuck yeah, breed me too!” yelled Adam. Joe slowed down and slammed in, waited a moment then slowly pulled back before doing it again. Joe looked deep into Adam’s blue eyes and gave one final shove, leaving his cock in deep as his balls pumped his virus laden cum into Adam’s unprotected hole. He pulled back half way and drove his cock back in, feeling a few more spurts shoot inside. He leaned forward and kissed Adam deeply before leaning back and pulling his cock out. Adam stretched his legs out and laid there on Wes’s bed and said “That was fuckin’ hot. I can’t believe I actually did it.”

PART 5 He continued working on my hole and added a 2nd finger and looked me in the eyes as he told me, “Yeah, I am poz. And I wasn’t joking, I do shoot a really big load when I cum. And I never pull out. And Chris, I want to fuck you full of cum so badly, but if you aren’t sure or it scares you, it’s ok to leave still.” My pulse was racing and it felt like he must be able to hear my heart beat. I was scared. And nervous. And excited. “I am scared. I should be more scared though. But I can’t help it. I want you to fuck me so bad. I do. I want you to.” I whimperedas his fingers worked my hole. Upon hearing me give him permission, he jumped up and grabbed two things, lube and something else in a little brown bottle. I felt his fingers rubbing and working the lube on and in my hole. “I know you have that cum in you, but my cock is pretty thick and is a tight little hole. I want to make sure you can take lots of fucking tonight... we don’t want to wear your hole out too quickly.” I just nodded. I didn’t want it to end early. I didn’t know how much lots of fucking was. I had never gotten fucked twice in a day ever. And now i was about to take my second raw cock in an hour. “Chris, sit up just a little. I have something for you to try. I like them but bottoms love them, and I mean love them. They are called poppers. Totally safe and I promise you will really like it. And they will help you take my big cock inside you.” I kind of knew what they were but wasn’t sure about the whole thing. He took care of that by pushing one nostril closed and holding the bottle under my other nostril while saying, “Take a nice long slow breath. Now two more. Good boy.” A few seconds later and bam, my body was experiencing new ecstasy and I was feeling a hard cock head poking at my hole. “Are you ready to get fucked baby? I have such a nice big poz load to share with you. Do you want it? Do you want me to put my poz cock in your hole?” He was pushing a rubbing against my hole and with the poppers and everything I lost any last control. “Fuck me. PLEASE! Just please fucking fuck me with your poz cock. I do want it. I want it all just like you said.” As I heard myself, I couldn’t believe it. I had just blurted that out. But it was true. And it was ok because Ron understood. He knew what I wanted. And he wanted to give it to me. I knew that. He wanted to make sure I got his poz cum inside me. And at that moment ,any last thinking was gone as his cock punctured my ring and slowly worked into my eager and now starving hole. I tried to relax but it felt so good my hole kept clamping down on his cock. “ Chris, your hole is so amazing. So tight and so hungry. It is just pulling my cock in. Feels so good.” He moaned and continued, “fuck yeah, all the way in. God this is such a nice little hole. Does your hole love my cock?” He was now starting to work in and out, slowly picking up speed and doing longer strokes. I was already totally lost in the fuck. His thick long cock was working my boy pussy perfectly. “I fucking love it. Love your big cock. Don’t stop. Just please don’t stop.” I gasped. He was now really fucking me. I was grunting occasionally and as he started to really pound into me, I found myself again gasping as he fucked the breath out of me with every deep stroke. “Fuck baby, your little pussy feels so good. I can’t hold it much longer. Tell me how bad you want my poz load. Earn it. Tell me how bad you want me in you forever,” He grunted. “I need it. I fucking need it. Please please I want your cum. I want your cum in me so bad. I won’t let any out. Please Ron, please let me have your poz load.” He was going all out now, just pounding my hole. It was almost too much and if I hadn’t been so high on fuck endorphins the pain would have been too much. Instead I took it all and found myself blabbering over and over, “poz load. Poz load. Poz load.” “Oh fuck yeah boy, here it comes. You’re gonna get it. Fucking big poz load. Gonna poz you up. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Take that fucking load! Feel that poz cum filling you up,” he cried out collapsing onto me. His cock continued to throb and pulse as the last few drops of his precious poz sperm emptied in my Now well used and fucked hole. My cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy but I didn’t care. All my focus was on my hole and how full it felt and how deep Ron’s huge cock was in me. And I thought how deep his sperm must be. And how even immediately after him cumming and with his cock still hard and in me, I wanted more cum. And wait why was it going on head all of a sudden the word poz in front of cum. I had gotten fucked twice now bare and knew I could never give it up. But wanting the guys to be poz? Where was that coming from? I wasn’t sure and wasn’t sure I wanted to think too much, I just knew these guys had changed me. They had shown me something and now I needed it. Being fucked by a hot older poz guy and having him cum in me was the hottest thing I had ever done. And then I shocked myself when I looked at Ron and said quietly “thank you.” He looked down at me. “You love having my poz babies swimming in you dont you? God I knew when I saw you, you were going to be special. I bet you are still hungry. Aren’t you? You want another hot guy to fuck you full of cum don’t you?” I nodded intently. “ Even if he is poz?” Ron added. Again I nodded intently. “Good boy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me.

(Another chapter that got too long so it’s in two parts) Part 44 - A Trip to the City Joe woke up Christmas morning and kissed Kyle. “Merry Christmas, you sexy fuck” Kyle said. They got up and put on some shorts and walked into the living room. Mark was on the couch with a Santa hat on and Eric had a sexy elf costume on. They could see Eric was riding Mark’s cock and they could tell from the sounds that Mark was about to shoot. “Breed me Santa, give me a big gift!” Eric said and laughed. As cheesy as it was, it got the desired result and Mark groaned as he shot yet another toxic load into his boyfriend. “Damn, thats how Santa keeps those elves happy” Joe said and giggled as he wandered into the kitchen to get some coffee. He came out of the kitchen and saw Eric now bent over the back of the couch and Kyle’s cock deep inside him. It was a quickie and after only a couple minutes of fucking, Kyle’s cock erupted inside Eric’s cummy hole. “I got what I wanted for Christmas” Eric said and then laughed. Mark had a small fake Christmas tree in the corner of the living room and there were a few boxes underneath. Joe went in to the bedroom and came out with a couple wrapped boxes and put them under the tree. Kyle was next and put one under the tree. The guys sat down on the floor next to the tree and Mark handed out the presents. Mark opened the first one and it was from Joe and Kyle and the tag said it was for both Mark and Eric. Inside he found a pair of large glass dildos with a pair of fur-lined leather handcuffs. “We hope that’s not too kinky for you” Joe joked and everyone laughed. Kyle opened the next box and it was from Mark and Eric. Kyle peeled back the tissue paper and inside was a heavy stainless steel butt plug. Joe was next and was trying to figure out what sex toy Mark and Eric would give him. Inside was plastic carrying case which he opened and found an electro stimulation device with an electrified cock ring and dildo. Kyle yelled out “Oh fuck yeah! You’re mine now!” and everyone laughed. Kyle tore into his gift from Joe and found a gift certificate from the tattoo and piercing shop along with six small barbells. “That’s for a Jacob’s Ladder for your cock. Daryl also wants to know when you’re going to go up a size on your PA” Joe said. Kyle licked his lips and said “That’s so fucking hot.” Eric went to open his and Mark said “Let Joe get his next. I want yours to be last.” Joe grabbed his box and dispatched the wrapping paper and opened the box to find a new tablet. “I know the theme seems to be sex related here, but I’m sick of you stealing my iPad all the time. Now you have your own!” Kyle told Joe. Eric looked at Mark before he opened the last present under the tree, which was from Mark. He tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, but was greeted with another box inside. Just like little Russian nesting dolls, he opened a box only to find another box inside. Exasperated, he opened the sixth box and found inside a pair of rings and a note from Mark “Will you marry me?” Shocked, he looked at Mark and fought back his tears as he quietly said “Yes.” Mark hugged Eric and then the two younger guys joined in. — The guys woke up refreshed from a lazy Christmas day and Mark was tapping at the spare bedroom door at 8:30 AM. “Leaving in half an hour” Mark said as Joe and Kyle were getting dressed. Joe packed his backpack with his leather harness, some lube and poppers. Kyle stuffed a few things into the backpack and they went out into the living room. “What’s that?” asked Eric. “Well, I looked and there was a sex party at B’s Motor Lodge this evening and Tony recommended a bar to go to that had a fun back room, so I thought after we saw the sights, we could all have some fun” Joe replied. “Damn, you are one horny fuck. You’re just like your brother” Eric said. “What did I hear about a back room” Mark asked as he came out of the bedroom. “Your innocent little brother has an evening of fucking all planned out for us” Eric quipped. “Oh? I guess I should get a few things then” Mark said. Mark and Eric went back to their room and came out with a few items and put them in Joe’s backpack. They drove up to San Francisco and parked the car. They walked the wharf, had lunch and a few beers, rode the cable cars, and then toured around some of the areas. “We’ll come back next week and we can do the trip out to Alcatraz if you want” Mark said. He drove around and gave the guys some history of the neighborhoods. Later in the afternoon Mark asked “So when do your festivities begin?” looking at Joe. “Let me check” Joe said as he pulled out his phone and opened the app to see when the party at the motel started. “The invite said he would be going from 4pm to 4am tomorrow. I asked if I could bring people and he said yes.” “What exactly are we getting into?” Mark asked. “Here’s what the party invite said” Joe answered. “25 yo neg sailor on leave for the week looking to be a cumdump. Tops and vers only, no other bottoms. BB only, taking all loads. No pullouts. No watchers - wait your turn if theres a line, fuck, breed then go. May be blindfolded. Room info sent day of party.” “Damn, that sounds like fun. I hope its real” Mark said. Joe looked and he had a message and it gave the room number for the party. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed towards Castro. Mark parked the car and the guys walked the couple blocks to get to the motel. A bunch of people were hanging around and you could see a few different rooms that seemed to have some action. Kyle said “well, if this one is a fake then it looks like we have a couple other possibilities.” Joe went to the room he had gotten from the message earlier and knocked. A guy answered the door and asked “what’s your screen name.” Joe responded “bbwrestlr” and the guy said “Gotcha, come on in. There’s three guys ahead of you and I see you brought your friends like you said. Cool.” The guys moved into the room and Joe and Kyle took their jeans off. Mark and Eric just unzipped theirs and pulled their cocks out of the side of their jockstraps. They looked around the room and Joe spotted the guy’s navy uniform folded neatly on a chair next to the bed. The guy getting fucked looked like the profile pics - five foot ten, brown haired, smooth body and he spotted a couple tattoos on his arms. He was nicely muscled and seemed to be enjoying the older guy that was fucking him. Joe looked back and the doorman had a smile on his face as he watched the sailor get pounded. The doorman was a muscled hulk who definitely could be a doorman at a club or bar. His hair was cropped short and the muscles were visibly straining his t-shirt. His jeans were tight and full of beefy legs and ass. The bulge in the doorman’s pants and the occasional rub from his hand said that he liked some man on man action and was enjoying the scene. Joe’s attention was drawn back to the sailor getting fucked when the guy pounding him yelled out “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK… TAKE THAT LOAD, BOY!” He could see the older guy’s ass clench as he pumped his cum into the slut and the sailor let out a loud moan. He pulled his cock out and wiped it with a towel as the next guy in line moved behind the sailor. “Don’t forget to put your mark on him” the doorman said and the older guy took the marker and put another hash mark on the slut’s back. The next guy to fuck the sailor was a skinny guy a few inches taller than Joe. He had long straight dark hair, but little body hair and pale skin. He was a bit jittery and Joe figured he was probably wired on something. He was endowed with a long 9 inch thin cock that he rammed into the empty hole. He fucked hard and fast and Joe had seen him edging before so figured he wouldn’t last long. Joe stroked his cock to full hardness as he watched the skinny guy pound the sailor and it took less than five minutes before he heard the guy grunt and then yell out “I’m breeding your hole with my dirty seed, faggot.” The guy slammed in a few last times and pulled off using the towel to clean his cock off and marking his load on the slut’s back. The guy in front of Joe then walked up and checked out his prey. The sailor moved around on the bed, eager to get another cock inside him. The guy was a stocky Puerto Rican guy with muscles and tattoos everywhere. Joe noticed a marine corps tattoo on his chest and his haircut said military. The bushy mustache and goatee told him he was he was ex-military. His legs and ass were very hairy over the thick muscular limbs. The guy’s beefy hands roamed over the sailor’s body and ass. He leaned over and whispered something in the bottom’s ear and then grabbed the blindfold laying on the bed. He covered the sailors eyes, securing the blindfold and then slapped his ass hard before shoving his thick uncut seven inch cock into the sailor’s waiting hole. He pistoned in and out hard and fast for a few minutes and then pulled out as if he was just testing if it was worth his time to continue to fuck the bottom. In one quick motion, he flipped the sailor on to his back and slammed back inside. He fucked with an even pace of hard thrusts. The guy kept having to pull the sailor back to the edge as he kept getting pushed towards the center of the bed. Joe stroked his cock with the same tempo, occasionally stopping so he didn’t blow his load before getting to fuck the bottom. A growl filled the room as the top bred the sailor and everyone took a step back in case the top became "the hulk". He slammed in twice more after the growling subsided and then pulled his cock out. As the guy pulled his jeans up Joe kneeled down behind the sailor and pushed his face in between the muscled ass cheeks and feasted on the cum dripping out of the gaping hole. He heard the sailor moan, only the second sound Joe had heard from him. Joe stood up and dripped some of the cum from his mouth on to his cock and flipped the sailor back on his knees before he pushed in. His cock slid in with just light pressure until his bush was against the cummy hole. He started to fuck and sped up quickly. He knew these kinds of fucks were to fuck and nut as soon as possible to let the next guy take his turn. Joe slammed in and heard the door open as the skinny guy left and another top arrived. He watched the previous top mark his unknown load and then Joe started to pound hard and then jackrabbited his hole, enjoying the sea of cum around his cock. He varied both the angle and intensity of his thrusts and appreciated that the bottom could still work his cock after a few hours of getting used as a cumdump. He began to fuck harder again and then groaned as he shot his toxic seed into the sailor’s cumhole. He took the marker and went to add his mark. He looked back to the guy’s left shoulder blades a ‘-‘ with a line below it and two hash marks. in the middle was a ‘?’ and a line below it with five hash marks. On his right shoulder blade was a ‘+’ and a line and nine hash marks. Joe made it ten and stepped aside. Kyle was next and stuck his finger into the sailor’s hole and scooped a little bit of cum on his finger and tasted it. He lined his cock up and shoved in and drilled like he was possessed. Joe had watched his boyfriend fuck numerous guys but never with the speed he did this time. He was groaning as he pounded and in a few minutes was dumping his strain into the cum hungry bottom. He added his mark on the guy’s back while Eric dropped his pants down and shoved his cock into the sailor. While Eric was fucking, two more guys showed up. He fucked hard for a little bit and then slowed down and enjoyed the sailor’s cum soaked pussy. Eric bent over the sailor’s back and hammered him for half a minute before adding another charged load to the swill inside the slut. He marked the bottom’s shoulder while Mark slid in. Mark took a slower pace than Kyle and Eric had but was just as rough. The sailor was grunting as his cock slammed in deep, paused and then pulled back. Mark did it over and over and then started to fuck faster. Joe moved behind Mark and reached around and pinched his nipple through the t-shirt and whispered “knock him up like you did me” into his ear. Mark rammed in and his cock pulsed, shooting his bugged up semen inside to mix with the other loads. He pulled out and Joe leaned down and quickly cleaned his cock. Mark added a thirteenth mark under the ‘+’ and zipped his pants up. The next guy, a tall, light skinned black guy with a biohazard tattoo on his upper left arm took Mark’s place and started fucking the sailor. The four guys went to leave and the doorman gave Joe a wink before saying “Thanks. Come back later if you want.”

Chapter 2. Without intending to do so, I had taken a POZ load at the bookstore, and spooned it into my boy’s hungry ass. Whatever damage could have been done was done, and we were both hungry for more. Robby, the bid-dicked clerk from the store texted back that he was on his way over and included a pic of his hard cock smeared with cum. That got both of us going so we 69ed and fingered each other's hole for a bit. I got up to crack our front door and came back to bed, getting my man on his knees, his face buried in the pillow. I ate his ass and worked my fingers and spit into him so he’d be ready to take Robby’s thick seven inches. I was lapping at his hole when I heard a car pull up and then the door creak open. Robby let himself in and found the bedroom. He grinned when he saw my boy’s upturned hungry willing ass, ready to be fucked and bred. He pulled his hoodie over his head revealing a bit of a belly covered in thick matted hair. I hadn’t really noticed how wizened his face looked in the low-lighting of the store cubicle when he had fucked me earlier. There was no question that this stud was packing some toxic seed. He leered at me as he pulled off his track pants. Out plopped that big thick dick, still wearing the cock ring that matched mine. His dick was smeared with fresh seed and leaking precum. I knew he must have bred someone since fucking me as I had cleaned his dick off before he left me to take the spade-tattooed cock through the glory hole. Robby smacked my face with that dick and I licked off a tasty mix of ass juice and cum, spitting it into my boy’s ass. He craned his head as he fisted his dangling cock, winking his asshole at us. Robby lined up his juicy cock and plunged himself into my boy’s raw ass. My boy groaned with pleasure and pain, grunted, gasped for breath as Robby's impressive cock slammed into him over and over. I crawled underneath and took my boy’s cock down my throat. It was so hot being so close to his hole as that bare toxic cock disappeared inside my boy. It didn’t take long for my boy to loose his load down my throat. I let it fill my mouth as Robby pounded away. I crawled alongside my boy and spit his load into my hand. I reached back and fingered it into my own ass. My boy unclenched his eyes long enough to see me next to him and he kissed me, wrapping his arm around my neck. That caused him to lose his balance and collapse onto the mattress, accidentally pulling away from Robby’s cock. Robby grimaced and slid over so his was now behind me. He slammed into my cummy hole and pounded away for a few minutes. I was in heaven. He picked up his pace and I knew he was about to cum. "My boy! Breed my boy!," I managed to gasp. Robby managed to pull out of me and slam into my boy’s ass just as his cock started to quake and fire off at least his third load in as many hours. My boy groaned over and over again, muttering "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" I wasn’t sure if he was thanking me, Robby, or both of us. Robby pulled out and let me tongue bathe his cock. He quickly pulled on his clothes and was out the door. I lapped at my boy’s ass, savoring its stretched-out puffy size, rewarded with pearls of fresh seed. We fell asleep in a sweaty tangle. Hours later I woke up to take a piss and realized that the front door was still wide open. Robby had taped a note to the door which read "I’LL BE BACK SOON. NEXT TIME I MIGHT BRING SUM FRIENDS." Closing and locking the door, I headed back to bed. To be continued…

Ya, He's Gay, He Just Don't Know It Yet Chris was a typical high school kid . He was a bit of a nerd who loved to run cross country and long distance track at school. Being raised in a small, rural, southern town by a pair of ultra, religious parents did give him much latitude. He followed three Christian values his parents instilled upon him from the Bible of premarital sex, masturbation and homosexuality as sins. It was during his senior year that he began to break out on his own. When the Mitchell’s moved to town and joined the same church as Chris’s family the two sets of parents became good friends and so did Chris and their son Arthur. It was through this friends the Chris began to smoke pot with his new friend. The two boys would enjoy a bowl or two a couple times a week. This friendship also exposed Chris to the joys that the opposite sex could offer. On frequent occasions when Arthur’s parents would you out of town Chris would stay with Arthur, and Arthur's girlfriend would come over along with a friend for Chris. While Arthur was fucking his girlfriend Chris would be entertained by the girl that came with Arthur’s girl. Chris still tried to maintain one fast stead rule, no premarital sex. The extent of activity between Chris and whomever accompanied Arthur's girl amounted to a lot of kissing, heavy petting and a couple blow jobs. Chris maintained in his head that his lack of enthusiasm with what ever girl came over was due to the fact that he didn’t love the girl. Chris As I approach the end of my senior year, I have really valued my friends with Arthur Mitchell. Once the final bel gang on Friday we headed to Arthur's house to smoke some weed before we head out to a kick ass party that night. As we begin smoking Arthur's stash he realizes that he is almost out and will need to pick some up before the party. He contacts his dealer and arranges to meet him at Jeremy Well’s house at 9. Jeremy is one of the school fags and he was having a party at his place since his parents were out of town. Now we had been invited to his party as well, but I really didn’t want to go to a party with a bunch of fags. We smoked all the weed we had then showered and dressed to go out. We picked up the girls, Arthur’s girlfriend and the friend she’d have for me. When we arrived at Jeremy’s there was a good crowd already partying. There’s was alcohol everywhere and schoolmates having a good time. We followed Arthur as he made his way through the house and out to the backyard. As we began to cross three patio it was clear to me that this was the fag's hangout. They were smoking weed and who knows what else as Arthur walked a direct line to this tall, slender black guy who couldn’t be more than 20-21 years old. The two shook hands and we were introduced to Dante. After shaking hands the two conducted business and as we were almost ready to go one of our schoolmates grabbed Arthur. It turned out that Arthur’s younger sister who was at the party had, at this early hour, to much to drink and had thrown up in the bathroom. In this instance his sister and her best friend were escorted out to the backyard. Jeremy told Arthur that he should get the two drunk girls out of his house. As much as I wanted to pound this queer boy, the priority was to the drunk pair. If Arthur was going to take these two drunk teens home it was going to be a challenge. He drove a small, two door hatchback that barely fit four preps. Now there were 6 to drive. Hearing our predicament he made a very logical suggestion, she the it looked like all the girls would fit in the car he could give me a ride and we’d meet up at the party. That settled our problem and Dante seemed like a cool guy to ride with to the party. Dante The second I saw this white boy I got this feeling. When my man Arthur introduced us and I we shook hands I new or for sure. When the situation presented before me I knew I had a shot to find out and maybe Chris would find himself. As Arthur left to take his sister home I handed Chris a drink, a joint, told him I had one more deal to take care of before we could leave and to enjoy himself while he waited. Jeremy and some of his friends wanted to buy some Tina and GHB. I told my thing as I made my way through the house and found their group already in there briefs just waiting for the party favors. As usual then invited me to stay and join them, but I had other plans. When I finally returned to Chris I found him well baked from the joint and significantly affected by the G that was in his drink. I led him over to my car, we climbed in and were off. As we drove I could see that Chris was slightly groggy, not too much where he was out of it, I didn’t want him like that, but just enough to be open to suggestions. As we drove I looked at him and asked, “Hey there Chris, you getting tired?” He replied, “I think it’s the combination of the weed I smoked and the booze I just drank.” I pulled the car onto a dark side street, pulled out my Tina pipe from the center console telling my passenger, “Bro, I’ve got something here that will perk you right up.” I held the pipe up, lit the torch and melted the contents. As the smoke built up in the bowl I began to inhale which was followed by my exhaling a big, beautiful cloud while commenting, “Damn that hits the spot.” Chris looked at me, “Man, more weed week put my lights out.” I let him know, “This ain’t weed, it’s called T and it’s kind of like an upper. I think you’ll like it.” Chris It was nice of Dante to give me a joint to smoke along with a drink while he finished up his business with the fags. I have to remember to ask him what kind of booze this is he gave me, it’s got a strange taste to it. I’m not sure how long I was waiting, but when he finally came out to get me I had already finished the drink and was practically roached the joint. Dante says let’s go as he led me to his car. He had a nice ride, a Nissan 380Z loaded when everything. The back seat in this car is useless especial with Dante's 6’ 4” height. The front seat is so far back there’s no leg room if someone tried you sit in the back seat. As he drove off I began do feel a little tired when he said something to me before eventually pulling onto a side street. He pulled a strange looking pipe out, held a strong torch lighter under it needed he inhaled the white smoke. After he blew out a big white cloud he hand the pipe to me and instructed me on how to heat the T so or wouldn’t burn and when to start to inhale the smoke. I was a little hesitant about trying Tina, “So you just smoke it?” Dante answered, “You can smoke it, snort it up for nose and some like to slam it, inject it right into a vein.” I then said, “Injecting it sounds hard core, you ever try it?” Dante told me, “A couple times, I can take it or leave it.” As I was heating up the bowl Dante removed his shirt saying, “This shit all ways makes me hot.” After I had done my first hit of this T, Dante had me do a couple more telling me, “It usually takes a few hits to really feel the effects. He had me do 5 hits before taking the pipe from my hands and asking me, “How do you feel now?” As I did a self assessment before answering, I had to admit to myself that I felt more awake and energized, “That stuff is amazing. I feel like I can take on the world. And I see what you mean about making you feel warm.” Dante then encouraged me to take off my shirt which I eagerly did. As we sat there I found myself admiring Dante's well defined body. I had to ask him, “What do foo do to get arms and a chest like that?” He answered me, “Oh this?’ As he flexed his arms and chest. “This is all natural, no ahead and feel.” With his invitation I found myself touching Dante’s arms, chest and abs while telling him, “I wish I had a body like his.” Dante was quick to tell me, “You’ve got a nice compact body, defined in the all the right places.” Dante took this opportunity to touch my arms chest and abs which at first I thought strange, but I had just done the same to him. In fact, it felt a little exciting to have someone touch me like he had just done. I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

POZ Massage Part I of II I met Brendan online on an M4M Masseur website. My boyfriend was out of town, and I thought maybe I would get a massage. I knew I wanted a massage from a hot guy, but I figured that's where I would draw the line. After all, my boyfriend and I had decided to try being monogamous for a while, and I was determined to respect that. Out of all of the pages I looked at, Brendan seemed the most clean guy, an All-American jock-type who probably wasn't even gay. He had a few photos posted, some in workout clothes, and some shirtless on a beach somewhere. He had a great body, wide shoulders, built slightly-furry chest, slim waist, and ripped abs. I saw that he had some “locked” pics and sent a message asking if he could send me the code to unlock them. Within less than a minute, he had responded with a nice note saying he was immediately available for out calls along with the unlock code. I drooled when I saw the first private pic. A shot of his back with his muscular ass on display, showing his big ballsac hanging down between his legs. The next one showed him bending over and spreading his asscheeks. The final one was a frontal shot. I first noticed his big thick 7” dripping uncut hardon with a huge D-shape Prince Albert piercing. A few moments later, I saw his tattoo above his bushy dark pubes. I knew immediately it was a biohazard tattoo that meant he was POZ. I trembled all over thinking of this POZ hunk giving me a rubdown. I knew since I only wanted a massage, I would go for it. We agreed on a price and I gave him my address. I ran to the ATM to get the cash to pay him and then hopped in the shower. I couldn't help but finger my hole a little as I showered. Brendan arrived right on time with his folding table under his beefy arms. Every bit as stunning as his pics, he was wearing cut-off sweatpant shorts and a muscle T-shirt that showed off his gorgeous physic. He grinned at me as I shook his hands taking in his masculine form. He smiled saying that he knew the building and had given massages here before. I wondered which of my neighbors let this POZ stud give them a rubdown. He sat up the table as I got him a glass of water. He gave me a CD to play to help relax and I put it in the player. He handed me a smallish towel and asked me to undress. He left the room while I changed out of my clothes and I laid face-down on the table, my face cradled by a green foam ring. I heard Brendan coming back, and lifted my head. I was shocked that he was naked when he came back in the room, his big pierced dick soft and swinging against his legs as he sauntered over to me. “I find it's more relaxing if we're both naked. Is that okay?” I already felt cotton-mouthed, but nodded that it would be fine. He gently laid my head down into the foam ring and straightened out my arms against my sides. He kneaded my shoulders and my upper arms before moving lower to the small of my back and then to my ass. He rolled my cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide. I'm sure he got a great peek at my asshole as he worked my ass. He squirted massage oil repeatedly until my back was a sweetly-scented sticky mess and his hands slid smoothly over my curves and into my crack. This whole time, he was standing to the side of the table. I felt his hairy bare legs graze my arm and hand as he worked back and forth alongside me. At one point, I felt his fingers getting close to my asshole, and I could swear his was rubbing his fingertip practically into me. I let out a moan, and he held still. He then put one of his hands over mine and place his hardening cock onto my upturned palm. I didn't know if I should squeeze back or not, but he would up swiveling his hips enough that he was practically fucking my hand. After a few minutes of him working my ass with his dick in my hand, I got up the courage to wrap my hand around his cock and give it a good squeeze. He moaned back with approval as he worked my upper legs and then my feet. When he got to my feet, he pulled away from my hand, which suddenly felt empty. “You like a little assplay?,” he asked me as he took my feet in his strong hands. “Ummmm Hmmmm...” was all I could muster. With that, he mounted the table, straddling my upturned ass. I could feel his hair low-hanging balls and that cold cock piercing against my ass. I shivered as he leaned forward and ran his elbows up and down my back. I was in heaven, practically putty in his hands. After a few strokes, I felt the head of Brendan's cock at my ass. “You okay with me teasing your, hole, man? You know I'm POZ, right?” “Right....,” I muttered back. I myself wasn't sure if I was answering whether or not I knew his status or if I liked him teasing my hole. Either way, I felt him slide in first one greased-up finger, then two. The whole time, he kept massaging my cheeks with his free hand, and slapping my ass with his raging hard POZ cock. “You like that, man? Want something bigger.” “Ummmmmmmm Hmmmmm......,” I moaned back at him, expecting another finger, or perhaps a dildo. What I wasn't expecting was the tip of his pierced cock to slip into me painlessly without any resistance. In that moment, my mind was flooded with my promise of monogamy to my boyfriend at the same time as knowing the dangers of fooling around bare with POZ guys. It felt so good though that I didn't dare ask him to stop. “You ready for more of that? I've got six or seven more inches of where that came from.” “Okay, Brendan. Just put it in. Don't fuck me or anything, just put it in.” I couldn't believe the words that had just escaped my mouth. Brendan eagerly responded by slowly but steadily sinking his POZ cockmonster deeper and deeper into my raw hole. He stayed hard in me for at least ten minutes as he worked my shoulders, not pumping in and out, but pulsing deep inside me. I felt him slowly start to work his cock in and out, each stroke a bit further in and out, and in and out. It hadn't hurt at all given so much massage oil as lube, but now it felt different, almost creamy. I thought it must have been his precum oozing out of his POZ cock that was easing the way now. Brendan pulled my ass a bit higher so I was on my knees and elbows. He reached around to my crotch to find my own drippy cock so hard and sticky that it was matted to my pubes and belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and allowed me to fuck myself into his hand. He remained still, so I was also fucking myself onto his bare cock. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, I picked up the pace. I was determined to cum before he did so I could pull off and not take his toxic load. As I pumped away, he hissed in my ear, “Slow down man, or you're gonna make me cum in you again!” Hearing that, I blasted off at once, knowing that he had already shot off in me at least once. That must have been why my ass felt so creamy as he worked his tool in me. I shot onto my chest and all over the table and pulled off of his cock. Brendan stayed on his knees on the table and leaned down to scoop up my spooge with his fingers. He pushed my load into his ass with one hand as he fisted his hardon with the other, quickly sending squirt after squirt of POZ cum all over the table. When we had both caught our breath, he suggested that we shower, and that I try to get out as much of his load as possible. He has assumed that since I had seen his private pics and not commented on the tattoo that I would be fine taking a POZ load. As I squatted over the toilet trying to force his toxic goo out my ass, I told him about my promise of monogamy with my boyfriend. “Since when?,” he asked. I was in this apartment last week, and I filled up your boyfriend's hole real good. My jaw dropped as Brendan threw his head back in a laugh. “So that's why he knew the address,” I surmised. We showered together as he fingered my hole again. After Brendan left, I texted my boyfriend. “WE'VE GOT SOME TALKING 2 DO. BRENDAN WAS HERE. HE CAME IN ME A LITTLE. DID HE CUM IN U?” I got a photo response a few seconds later: A pic of Brendan balls deep in my boyfriend's raw hole on the same table in our living room, followed by a one-word text, “YES.” I knew then and there that monogamy was a joke, and that we would be needing a “couple's massage soon. To be continued....

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. I've had this story sitting around a while. It's a little different than the other story I have. I hope people like it. ------- My name’s Mike and I’m I guess what you would call a bear cub. I’ve played football since I was little and was on the team in high school. Linebacker was my usual position, but sometimes the coach would move me to center. I guess I got the hairy gene from my dad and I could grow a full beard by the end of my freshman year. My chest, arms, legs and butt were covered in dark hair too by the time my sophomore year came around. I was a little self conscious about being so hairy in high school when most other guys could barely grow a decent mustache. I shaved my face until my senior year when a friend told me I should just let it grow out. Most of the girls in high school seemed to be turned off with the hair which was fine with me since I was more interested in guys anyway. After I graduated high school I was working in the local big home improvement store, a job I got when I was a junior in high school. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men but I was able to meet a lot of guys at the store. I was surprised how many hit on me - some were subtle and some blatant. The summer before I went to college I finally got up the nerve to accept the offer of a few of the men, but we never went past kissing and sucking cock. I distinctly remember, however, how on each occasion I found it a real turn-on to look down at the burly, hairy, masculine man sucking my thick seven and a half inch long cock. I also liked to go down on guys and sucking cock. I even found I loved the smell and taste of a sweaty guy’s cock and even the stale piss I could find on the cock of most of the men. With a few of the men I would regularly swap a blowjob. They all expressed disappointment I was leaving for school at the end of the summer, but I was excited. I was determined to be an out and proud gay guy far away from home. I had never studied so hard in my life but I left a little time for fun. I wasn’t on the football team at college - I was never that good so I didn’t try out. I did find some intramural football teams to play on and had fun. I even found a couple gay teams. Some guys warned me that they would rape me, and I secretly hoped they would, but it turned out that they were just like all the other teams on the field. Off the field was kinda similar too - lots of drinking and joking around but sometimes they would have a sex party. The first one I went to I was so nervous. There were over twenty guys there, all naked. It was both of the gay football teams and their friends and boyfriends. There were only two of us freshman and the rest were older with several being grad students. Guys were groping me and kissing me almost right away and I got into the mood immediately. I sucked a few guys and some sucked me. One guy rimmed me while I was sucking a guy on a bed. That’s when I learned an ass up in the air like that was a silent invitation to get fucked. The guy I was sucking held me down as I felt my ass get spread wider and a cock rub around my hole. The guy was holding my head down and I couldn’t look back, but I was pretty sure the guy wasn’t wearing a condom. I had only been fucked about a dozen times but I always played safe. I didn’t even know who was behind me playing with my ass. I felt some liquid squirt on my puckered hole and then a finger push it inside. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and the finger slowly went in deeper and then pulled out. The guy did it several times before he pushed two fingers in. It felt tight for a little bit but by twisting his fingers around and in an out my hole relaxed and opened up. I could hear a group behind me talking. It wasn’t the derogatory comments I heard in the locker room in high school about me being an ape or a neanderthal, but the exact opposite. “Damn that is one sexy ass” one guy said. “That furry hole is gonna look good with my cock inside it” said another. “I could munch on that butt for days” said a third. I was turned-on in hearing the men thought I was sexy, not a freak. My cock was rock hard, dripping precum on to the bed. It was like a fantasy, I had a nice, long cock in my mouth, my cock was hard and some stranger was playing with my ass getting ready to fuck me. And fuck he did. He slid his fingers out of my hole and I felt the cock rub around the ring and between my balls and hole. Indistinct voices urged "Push it in” and “Do it.” I was so horny I pushed my ass back and I heard someone else say “Oh yeah, he really wants it.” I felt the pressure and tried to relax as the stranger pressed in harder. He had lubed me up but it still hurt. The guy that I was blowing started to fuck my head on his cock and the guy in my ass started slowly fucking me. I could feel his cock get deeper and deeper and it started to feel really good. I knew this was about as dangerous as sex could get. I was getting fucked bare by some guy I didn’t know and couldn’t see. The harder he fucked me the harder the cock in my mouth got rammed into my throat. I usually gagged if a cock got too deep, but this was so hot and my brain was so overloaded with sensations I was taking all of the guys cock into my throat. My face was planted into his pubes until I finally started to panic since I couldn’t breathe. I forced my head up and gasped for air and yelled out “Oh FUCK YEAH!!!” Spit was dripping out of my mouth from the face fuck and I looked at the guy that I had been blowing who had a big grin on his face. “You like that raw cock in your ass?” asked the guy. I started to say “Oh shit, no. I only fuck safe” but only got “oh shit” out before the guy fucking me slammed in and shot his cum deep inside me. It was a strange feeling. I could feel my hole get sloppy and warm and wet. I could feel his cock pulse several times, fading after the first four pulses. I felt the guy in my ass lean over and kiss the back of my neck and say “Thanks, dude. That was so fuckin’ hot.” He leaned back and pulled out and before I could move I felt someone else get behind me and push their cock into my cummy hole. I was scared, horny, excited, and aroused all at the same time. The guy in front of me pulled my head back to his cock and I instinctively started to suck while the next unknown guy started to fuck me. This cock was a thinner than the last one but longer. I could feel it dig deep inside me as he would bottom out. I moaned louder around the cock in my mouth and started to bob frantically on it. My tongue flicked and lapped on the guys cock until I felt it start to swell in my mouth. The guy’s hands were on the back of my head again and he pushed down as I felt his cock flood my mouth with his salty, thick cum. I swallowed it all and sucked any cum I could find on his cock and pubes. The second guy in my ass began to fuck me fast and hard and I could tell he was close. I heard some one say “Breed him” and it rocked me back to reality. I was getting fucked bareback and taking strangers' loads. I had become a cumdump without even knowing it. The guy in front of me pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and crawled away. Now I could concentrate only on the guy fucking me. I tried squeezing my hole around the guy's hard cock and he grunted in pleasure as his cock blew his load into my ass. When the spurts of cum ended, he drove his cock in a few more times and pulled out. I’m not sure why I didn’t get up right away, but I think that deep down I wanted to see how many guys wanted to fuck me. Another cock plunged into my now gaping hole. This one was a lot thicker and I soon found out even longer than the last one. As the guy bottomed out, he pulled my body up and my back was against his chest. I saw two arms wrap around me and they were dark skinned with tattoos on both down to the wrist. It was Deon, the other linebacker on our team. “I’ve wanted to fuck that hot ass of yours since I first saw you and it feels even better than I imagined” he whispered in my ear. He pinched and twisted my nipples and then pushed me back to the bed and started to pound my ass. The bed was bouncing and I was uttering meaningless guttural words. Cum was running down both of my legs and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I arched my back more and felt Deon go even deeper and then yell out “Oh baby” over and over until he fell on to my back and held me tight. I could feel his cock pumping his cum deep inside me and it felt so perfect. Three more guys fucked me, each fucking a different way but just as enjoyable. When the last guy pulled out, I had six different men’s DNA swimming inside me and I loved the feeling. I crawled off the bed and stood up slowly, my muscles sore from being pounded and in the same position for almost two hours. I wandered around watching others suck or fuck. I grabbed a beer and guzzled it down, trying to rehydrate my body. I was about to wander around again when our team quarterback, Ty, came up to me and said in a femme voice “You bitch!” and started laughing. I must have looked confused and he then said in his normal voice “You took all the good cock from our team. I was hoping to get all that cock but they fucked you instead.”

I cannot pull out and nut on my bottoms ass. He always tells me to cum on his ass but I just can't do it. When I try to do it I end up stroking but never cumming. I don't know how it is for other tops but I don't want to see my load after sex. I want it deep in my bottoms guts. I keep trying to explain this to him. I don't want the bottom to push my load out. I want it planted in him. To me that is REAL sex. I love a bottom who understands that a top is suppose to plant his DNA inside him. That is the whole point of sex. I might as well jack off if I have to shoot my load on your ass when I'm already inside it while holding your back down with my left hand and gripping your back neck with my right. When I got you in that position just do not ruin it for me please. You're gonna get loaded. Just let it happen. Just needed to rant. . .

We were in the bedroom and things were getting hot and heavy! His tongue was raping my mouth and I thought he might fingerfuck me right through my jeans. "WAIT," I said, pulling my mouth away from his. "Can we talk about Safe Sex?" His voice was husky. "What's there to talk about? Maybe you should learn to take it bareback!" I was surprised by his attitude but he was SO hot that I felt I should try to get him to see my viewpoint, me being HIV-negative and wanting to stay that way. I asked, "Won't you consider using a condom?" He growled, "NO...I won't" "But WHY?" I pleaded. "You sure got a lotta questions!" he said as he gently but firmly pushed me backwards until I fell onto the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he said, "First, I don't like the feel of latex. I like to fuck the way nature intended...you know what I mean?" I nodded, which he mistook for a sign of agreement. He pulled off my shoes and then my t-shirt off in rapid succession. "Also, they're too tight!" As he said this, he pushed down his pants and stepped out of them. I could see why he felt that way. His cock was long & thick. The sight of it bobbing there, already dripping precum, made me feel weak. He continued, "Stopping to put the damn things on...ruins the mood, don't you think?" With experienced fingers, he undid my jeans and swiftly pulled them off. "Lift up!" he said...and like a good little bottom, I raised my hips off the bed. His strong hands whisked away my briefs. My stiff cock betrayed my excitement. He stepped between my legs and said, "I don't want anything between me and the guy I'm fucking!" He hooked me beneath my knees and I quickly found my heels parked on his muscled shoulders. I started to panic. I blurted, "But... " "Shhh!" His right hand covered my mouth, effectively silencing any possible protest. He then spat into his left hand and seconds later, he pushed inside me in one inexorable motion. The surprise of this sent my mind whirling. I felt his pace pick up speed and soon he was groaning and shuddering as he spent his seed inside of me.! He removed his hand from my mouth! My body remained trapped beneath his. "Any other questions?" he smirked. "Maybe you wanna ask me if I'm HIV-positive? Well...YES...I am!" As I stared at him in shock, I could feel his dick getting hard again inside me. "Maybe you wanna ask if I take any medication? Well...NO, I don't! My viral levels are pretty damned high so I'm really fucking POTENT! Now, RELAX, Baby! It's too late now to do anything about it! No harm in doing it AGAIN!" As his cock resumed it's slow in-and-out movement, I could only moan in shame....shame that this was happening...SHAME THAT I WAS ENJOYING IT!

White British bloke coming to NYC 11-12May. Staying midtown and needing help being whored... will open my legs for any cock. Want my ass completely controlled by u for the entire weekend, until cum is flowing from my hole. Genuine guy interested in being completely humiliated over that weekend.

beautiful verbal poz fuck: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/hot-21-yr-old-gives-me-his-load-34488281

No question: Filthy talk intensifies the fuck. A master Top knows that you gotta fuck with the bottoms head to get the most out of the bottoms pussy.

Nice. So the Astros weren't the only winners yesterday! Glad you scored!

Learned it when I was 17 from the clerk at an AVS who made me suck him in a video booth when there were no other customers around. He closed the shop then and came to my booth. Showed me how to do it and what he liked. He was also the first one to fuck me one of the next times I was there. Always went there around closing time and hung around until the last customer left. Let's say that when I was moving on to cruising the park (after he left to work somewhere else) I was an experienced cocksucker and knew how to take dick up my ass ;-). Loved that guy for showing me the ropes.

Cheers... plan to do that anyway... but like the idea of not being in control of what cocks come !

I understand dudes think prison/ripped dom black bodies are synonymous with each other but the predominance of black men who have been broken and have lost their lives enslaved in the prison system would make me anxious to fantasize about black men if I were a white man with any privilege. Just saying. That said, what's scary for me is I feel like I am almost over finding consensual sex hot. That means over time I want more extreme forced sex stories and scenarios. I definitely spend a lot of time fantasizing about rape in prison because it seems like the best kind of sex that exists--men using a hole to get off. Agreed that a lot of guys fuck as an excuse to commit violence but that's hardly the only kind of intercourse that goes on in prisons. Much of it is consensual and/or nuanced. It also doesn't only exist in prison: I've encountered terrible sexual violence in everyday life. So we want to be careful about how we make assumptions about prisoners and their lives. But when I want to be really turned on, I like to think about what it must be like for a straight guy to be entered by a bigger man who needs to get off and to secure a way of getting off for the foreseeable future, a guy who gives it up not because he wants to but because he knows he is out of options, a guy who has to deal with the psychological aftereffects of being cummed in and used as a breeding hole when he's never even considered being in that position, and eventually the guy coming to terms with and accepting his role as simply a hole to please men with. The single sex environment of jail seems like one of the only places that facilitates making a sex slave out of someone as a matter of course. For those of us who want to be in that position but can't find a way to access it, jail seems preferable to living in a society with much more variability about the options you have to sift through to eventually (hopefully) get what you want out of a sexual relationship.

Part 4 I woke up with Dante's cock so lodged in my ass. I started to think about what I had done with him the night before, the pipe I was given to smoke, two of Dante's crew fucking right in front of me, at how good Dante made me feel and was making me feel at that moment with his hardening cock inside my ass. There was also a feeling of guilt at all I had done. Instinctively I began to move my ass I an attempt to milk his cock for another load. As wrong as it might have been the only thing I knew was that I needed him to cum inside me again and again. This was what I meant to be, a white boy whore born to service a dominant black man. As I worked my ass was much as I possibly could I thought I felt Dante begin to stir. Dante I knew my new white fuck toy was awake as I began to think of what I was going to call him. All of my crew had specific nick names and this boy needed a special one from me as he started to work his ass on my hard cock had been lodged inside him since I fucked that last load inside him before we went to sleep. This would be the first and (for the moment) only white boy in my crew. His only duty would be to be my fuck hole. He had the nicest ass I had ever had the opportunity to fuck. I’ve figured my entire crew, including the straight boys, and this white, home boy was great. He was fresh like white bread. That’s it, I’ll call him Home Slice. It was time to give Home Slice was he was trying to work for as I grabbed his hips, pulled him to his knees as I a show, methodical fuck of this white boy I claimed as my own fuck whole. As I fucked him, making him moan with every in and of movement of my cock, I asked him, “How's my Home Slice feeling?” His response said it all as he moaned a couple times before answering, “Fantastic, I love you cock inside my ass. I can’t wait to feel it throb inside me.” I let Home Slice know, “You’ll get my dirty cum when I’m ready to give it to you. I want you to enjoy this fuck before some of my boys teach you how to suck cock. You’ll have all afternoon to get it down before tonight.” I went on telling him “Now that you’re part of my crew I need to give you a new name to match, I came up with Home Slice. Your ass is uniquely fresh like a slice of white bread, and being a white, home boy, I figured Home Slice fit you perfectly.” As I said this I knew he was liking the name and attention he was getting as I felt his ass working harder to milk my load out of me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him as I picked up my pace, my breathing noticeably changed and I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock in deep inside Home Slice and fired my load deep inside. I kept my all hard cock inside his great ass trying to resist the urge to keep fucking him, knowing me needed to learn to suck cock properly. I had a group of gay boys coming over to teach Home Slice how to suck deep throat a cock. I gave him one more thrust and what cum was left in me before I pulled out letting him know that other then this ‘training’ no one else in the crew was to ever try to fuck him or hey him to suck their cock. His ass belonged to me and me alone and I would decide if he was to be fucked by anyone other then me, and you will be naked when I’m here with you or only a pair of your boxer briefs. You looked so damn hot I them when your shorts came off. Now it’s time for you to learn to suck cock.” Home Slice Dante had given me my name as a new member of his crew. I really liked Home Slice, and the fuck he left me with was amazing. He must have shot his cum very deep in my ass cause with his cock no longer inside me none of it leaked out. Dante walked out of his bedroom leaving me alone in the room for a could minutes before four naked guys came into the room. I recognized one of them from my high school and a sudden fear came over me that everyone from school would soon know about me and Dante. The first thing my classmate told me, “Don’t worry Chris, if I were to tell anyone Dante would probably kill me.” He laughed a little at his own comment telling me he was dead serious. They began to teach me and demonstrate how to suck cock, how to avoid gagging and focusing on the pleasure my mouth and throat can provide not just the guy I’m sucking but the pleasure that will bring me. This was followed by my starting to suck each of them starting with the guy with the smallest cock, probably about 6-6.5” to the guy with the biggest, that had you be a just smaller then Dante’s cock (who happened to be my high school classmate). As I thought about how pleased Dante would be if I could properly suck his cock the task of giving head became easier as I followed their instructions and was soon getting every cock into my throat. I gagged a couple times, but tried to focus on the pleasure I was providing. With that I mind I found myself easily not just taking the guys cock into my throat, but learning how to use my throat to milk the cock. One of the guys teaching me let me know, “The last thing you need to learn is you swallow the guys cum.” Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I’d have to eat a guy’s cum. One by one sucked each guy’s cock to completion. The first guy gave me plenty of warning before he for his cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum wasn't that bad, a little bit of sweet and salty that I knew I’d cum to love. The next guy gave my less time to prepare for him to fill my mouth. His cum tasted a little different, not that bad, but again I knew that I’d be expected to swallow no matter the taste just like I was to accept any cum that was to be shot into my ass. The next one gave me no warning, but somehow I knew when he was ready and didn’t spill a drop. By this time I was eager to swallow his cum. The taste began to grow on me as I eagerly swallowed his load. The last guy, my schoolmate, told me, “Dante wants me to ready you for a skull fucking if I think you can handle it, and I think you can.” I began sucking him, getting him hard as he let me know to take a breath every chance I was given. Once he was hard a steel in he grabbed my head and without a word began to face fuck me. Every so often he works bury his cock I’m my throat cutting of my air supply before pulling out just long enough for me to get a quick breath of air before resuming face fucking me. What really surprised me was even he buried his cock you the root in my throat and I felt his cock throb as he delivered his cum directly to my stomach. He pulled back towards the end of if orgasm allowing me a taste of his cum. He had the best tasting cum of all of the guys teaching me. After that left me in Dante’s room it was only a few minutes before Dante returned. Nothing was said, I knew why he was there and that was to see how I well I could suck cock. I knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Dante I had the four white boys wait while I was going to see how well Home Slice had become as a new cock sucker. I told them, “You can hang out with my crew while I check out how well you taught Home Slice. Be sure you keep them happy in any way that they want.” The four white boys knew what I meant by keeping my crew happy as the familiar pipe appeared and the Tina addicts quickly began to smoke. Knowing my crew, I was sure that when I returned to check in them, they’d be spun out of there mind after being slammed. I only knew of one of them that was definitely a slammer and two that had never had slammed before. I made sure that all the action would be recorded for me to watch at a later time. I went to my room to find Home Slice still naked and waiting for me. Not a word was spoken as I sat on the bed resting against the head board with my legs spread and a soft cock waiting for a warm mouth. Home Slice climbed up between my legs and without hesitation took my black cock into his wet and warm mouth. As he went to work sucking and licking my cock began to respond as it grew and soon ground it’s way into his throat. The first the me deep throated me I nearly lost my load. Those boys did good and I was sure that they were enjoying themselves as I began to hear coughing coming from the living room. As good as Home Slice was doing in my cock I had to see how he wound handle a large load of cum shot into his mouth. The work he was doing on sucking me was getting me very close to cumming. I’ve always be one who could hold off cumming easily, but knew this want the time for me to hold back. I gave no warning as I began to fill his mouth with a big load of my cum (no matter how many times I cum my volume barely diminished. He has already taken a good fuck from me, he’s been and to deep throat my big black cock, if he swallows my spunk he’ll be ready for Miguel’s visit tonight. Ready or not get was about to get it from me as I began to fill his mouth. At first it didn’t look like he was going to handle the missive load I was giving him but before I knew it, he began to swallow it down as I continued to fill him up. A little bit leaked out the corner of his mouth but it wasn't enough to matter to me as I finished shooting and he finished swallowing. He was ready!

Part 38 　 I awoke with a start and it took awhile to get my bearings. I was in my own bed, but what had awakened me? I listened and could hear a littl bit of noise. I got up and pressed my ear to the wall and, of course, could hear the noise clearly then. It was definitely the sounds of someone being bred. I got out of bed and noticed it was still light out and looked at the clock. It was about 7pm, so I had been asleep for a few hours anyway. I felt somewhat refreshed and ready to see what was going to happen next. Did I even really want to know or join in? Should I just quit and hope this had been just a wild fling and tomorrow get my ass to the doctor and see if I could stop this virus from taking hold in me. I needed a drink to calm down and think about this. I padded downstairs then, naked still, and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. I soon had myself a nice Rum and Coke fixed and headed back to the livingroom to sit and think. It was going to be a hard decision. I thought I might still be mostly straight, but then what about what I had been doing the past week? Maybe I was BI and then again it had been the best sex I had ever had, so maybe I should just go gay all the way and enjoy myself? What to do? I sat there nursing my drink for a good hour or maybe a little more and then became aware there was someone knocking on the kitchen door. I got up and headed out there to find Hank there with a big smile on his face. As I opened the door, his smile got bigger and he reached out and grabbed me in a bear hug and planted a kiss on me. He then asked, "how are you doing? We are getting ready to party some more tonight and have about 4 more different guys coming over to get loaded up. I was hoping to be with you, though, most of the time." I told him, "I'm doing ok, I guess. Was just sitting here with a drink and trying to figure out what I want to do." His smile went away and he got serious and said, "Oh, I was hoping you had already decided to join up with our merry band. I would love to be with you a lot more." I said, "it is just so sudden. I have no idea what I'm doing or what I want to do or anything. It has been great though." Hank then said, "well, I do like you a lot and you do turn me on like nothing has before. Maybe we can just take it slow and easy and see what happens?" I smiled then and he leaned towards me and planted another kiss on me as he put his arms around me in a nice gentle hug. I couldn't help myself and returned the kiss and the hug. I could feel his cock start to grow almost immediately and stepped back to look down at it as it grew to its full size. Hank grinned and said, "see, I just can't help myself around you. I just get turned on immediately. What do you think I should do with this?" Without thinking anymore, I pulled him inside and closed the door. I took ahold of his throbbing member and stroked it a few times as my own cock stiffened up. I then said, "I can't help it but get turned on when you are near either. Maybe we should see what we can do with these nice hard tools? With that, we headed into the other room and upstairs to my room.

Went to The Bull Bar in Berlin last night (technically this morning). Fucked a couple of guys that caught my eye. Had some quality sling time myself and stopped counting after five or six guys fucked me. One came back three times. Left the club and it was dawn already... gotta love Berlin!

My first time was when I went to an adult bookstore to buy a video. I noticed the back room. I asked the cashier about it. He told me. I bought some tokens and went inside. I was looking to get a blowjob. I put a token in and started checking out the different channels. I found a gay channel. I was mesmerized. It got me so hard! Next thing I noticed was a nice sized cock sticking through the glory hole. I had never touched another mans cock before. I was hesitant but horny. I took it in my hands and heard him say, please suck it. It all came naturally to me. It was as if I was born knowing how to suck a cock. Well, needless to say, I was hooked! I was a man on a mission. He flooded my mouth with his cum. I went wild over the taste and the sensation. As I’m leaving the store, after 2 more loads from different guys, I again saw the cashier. He said, thanks for the great blowjob! I was a regular in that store for years. I blew him whenever he was on duty. We also hooked up other times too! I can’t ever get too much cum to swallow!

Moderator's Note: Fiction about escorts is fine.

Part 45 - A Trip to the City (Part 2) The guys walked out and heard the sounds of people partying in the parking lot but decided to wander over to the bar that Tony had recommended. Mark pulled out his phone and got directions to the Whip and Bit Pub and it seemed to be only about four blocks away. It wasn’t on one of the main streets, but off on a side street about three doors down from Market. They finally found the place and walked in. Their first impression was that this sleepy neighborhood bar was not going to be as much fun as Tony had led them to believe. It didn’t matter, there were some good looking leather guys staring at them and they needed a little break after the motel fuck. They also realized that they were overdressed. Mark peeled his t-shirt off and went up to the bar and got four pints. The guy near him at the bar said “Mmmm, nice to see some new meat around here. What brings you in?” “A friend of my brother’s said that this was a place not to miss if we were in the area, so we thought we would check it out. It looks a little quieter than what we expected…” Mark replied. “Yeah, the crowd comes and goes. Its a bit early yet. As you can see we like to see a lot of skin here. You got a good start by taking that shirt off.” Mark chuckled and then looked down and realized the guy was wearing a leather jock, boots and a couple leather arm bands and nothing else. He looked around the most he saw anyone else wearing was a pair of assless chaps. “Ah, I see. I think we can fit in as soon as I get these beers to the table” Mark told the guy. He paid for the beers and took them back to the table and realized that the guys had already gotten the hint. Joe put his harness on and just had his jock and boots on. Kyle was just in his jock and boots and Eric had his harness on and a leather jock. “Fuck, you guys are quick” Mark said as he set the last of the beers down and started to take his jeans off. Several more guys came in to the bar, each following the same ritual - find a spot, take their clothes off, get a drink, talk and then most walked into the back of the bar and they didn’t see them again. “Either that bathroom eats guys or there’s a back room somewhere” Eric said. “If Tony recommended this place, I would bet on the back room” Mark replied. “Yeah, he said there was and its a lot of fun. Theres a password to get in and I think he even said its poz-only” Joe said. “Hmm, we might need to find it. How about another round and then we go have fun” Mark said. “Sure. It’s my round this time” Joe said as he headed to the bar. The same guy was at the bar and looked Joe over as he walked up. “Mmm, you’re lookin even better than the last guy from your group that came up here” he said to Joe. “Thanks” Joe answered. “I guess you’re liking the place since you’re sticking around. You even followed our dress code” the guy said. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, it’s a cool bar. A friend told me we had to come here. He mentioned that there was a back room that was really fun.” “Oh I don’t know if you’re ready to go there. Its got a few special requirements to get in” the old guy said. “I heard. I’m pretty sure I have it taken care of” Joe said as he turned and lifted his leg up showing his biohazard tattoo on his calf. The guy looked down and then smiled, saying “I see you do. Congratulations. Its nice to see some sexy young guys getting into the club. I hope you’re staying nice and strong and not going the drug route.” Joe grinned back “Nah, gonna stay off as long as I can. I need to share my gift.” The guy nodded and the bartender brought the beers. Joe took two back to the table and came back to get the last two. The guy said to Joe “Third door on the left. Go down the stairs and talk to the doorman.” Joe nodded and motioned for the bartender to get a drink for the guy at the end of the bar. He peeled off some money and then took the beers back to the table. “I got the info on where to go for the back room” Joe said and then sipped his beer. The guys talked some more and finished their beers. Joe grabbed his backpack that was now stuffed full of their jeans and shirts and they all walked towards the back of the bar. They heard several of the guys talking about them and one even said “they’ll be back soon. Danny won’t let em in.” Joe opened the door and they went down the staircase and walked around the corner. There stood Danny, a tall muscle cub. He wore ripped jeans, heavy boots and a thick leather chest harness. There was ink on every part of skin they could see below his neck. He was an imposing figure that surely scared some guys away without a word. The expression on his face said “Get the fuck out of here.” Joe walked up and said “I hear Rudolph is hung” and snickered. Danny shook his head and a smile came over his face. “You seem to know the password, but do you know the other requirement?” Joe looked straight back at him and said “Poz and horny? We got that covered.” “Well, damn. You surprised me. I hope you guys are tops since most of the guys tonight are bottoms” Danny said, sounding a lot friendlier. “We’re all vers” Joe replied. “Mmm, good. No condoms are allowed. There are two special guests in there. A chunky Filipino guy and a thin mixed race guy. The guests are there to get bred, no questions asked. The more toxic the better. You can move them to whatever area you want. The rest of the guys are there to have fun too, but ask first before you do anything. Uh, so you guys on meds or not?” Danny asked. “No meds for any of us” Mark said. “Fuck yeah. You should have a lot of fun” Danny said as he reached into a box and pulled out some red wrist bands. “Vers guys get two, one left, one right unless you’re just going to top or bottom.” Joe held out his left arm and got one band on his left wrist and then Kyle, Mark and Eric did the same. “White is undetectable and green is neg, but only the special guests can have those. Uh, you just have clothes in the bag, right?” Danny asked as he waved a metal detector wand over the backpack. “Yeah, and poppers” Kyle said. It beeped and Mark then said “Car keys.” Danny clicked the button and the door opened and the guys went inside. The space was big and they wandered around a bit seeing what was available. They found several small private rooms, an area with two dog cages, a wet room, a dark room that seemed to have a padded bench in the middle and was truly dark, a bondage room with several slings hanging from the ceiling, a few crosses, fuck benches and hooks hanging from the ceiling. As they walked through, everyone seemed to look at them and smile. Joe whispered “I’ve only seen white wristbands so far. I think we’re the only toxic guys here.” Mark said “We’re going to go hunt. We’ll meet up later” and he and Eric headed off. Joe and Kyle wandered some more and found the Filipino guy hanging from a hook in a secluded corner. He had a small towel stuffed in his mouth and his ass was red from being beaten. There were paddles on the wall and a barrel with a pad on top. “Mmmm, this looks like one of the guests they told us about” Kyle said with a sly grin. He saw the look in the guy’s eyes - a mixture of fear and excitement. “Yeah, green wristband, so that must be him. Someone has tied him up here, his feet don’t even touch the floor. You think we should bring him down?” Joe asked. “Yeah, I think he’d really appreciate it. Maybe even offer his ass up to thank us” Kyle replied. “I don’t know, he’s got a green wristband. Did the guy at the door say we needed to only play with ones that match our red ones?” Joe said mockingly and saw the guy shake his head side-to-side and mumble something into the gag. “I think he’d look really good with my dick inside him” Kyle said. “He’d look even better with my cum dripping out of him” Joe said as he bear hugged the guy and lifted his bound hands over the hook and carried him over to the barrel and set him down. The guy bent over the barrel and presented his ass to Joe and Kyle. Kyle kneeled and started to rim the hefty ass and quickly pulled back. “He’s loaded. Wonder whats swimming inside him” Kyle said to Joe. Joe replied “Poz cum, duh.” Kyle stood up and shoved his cock into the cum filled hole and began driving in and out. Joe walked around and pulled the towel from the guys mouth and said “How’s that cock feel inside you?” The boy replied “Fuckin’ great. Gimme that charged up cum.” Joe chuckled and asked “How many toxic loads you get so far?” “I don’t know. I was blindfolded for a long time today. A lot of guys fucked me right when I got here at 2pm” he answered. “Cool, you’ve been taking poz loads for over nine hours” Kyle said as he started to slam in harder. Kyle grunted a few times before he buried his cock in and let loose with several shots of toxic seed. “Oh fuck yeah! Poz me up” screamed the chaser. Kyle pulled his cock out and Joe moved in. He shoved his finger into the cummy hole and then pulled it out. “No signs of blood. You didn’t fuck him hard enough” Joe said and shoved three fingers in and twisted them around, digging his fingernails in. The bottom screamed out and Joe kept going. After torturing the guy’s hole for a couple minutes he shoved his cock in and fucked him like an animal. The sounds reverberated around the room and someone walking by might have thought it was a horrible rape scene, except the bottom was begging for more. Joe liked a bottom that could take as rough a fuck as he could give, especially after being fucked for nine hours. Joe slapped his ass and kept pounding as his cock spurted his death seed into the bug hungry hole. After the last of the cum shots, he fell forward on top of the guy and said “Enjoy those loads. I’ll bet you got knocked up today.” He pulled his cock out and looked at the battered hole. The cum dripping out had traces of blood in it and so did the cum coating Joe’s cock. Joe and Kyle left the guy bent over the barrel, moaning in both pain and ecstasy. They looked around and came across a group of guys they had seen earlier upstairs in the bar. There was a three way fucking on a bed and next to them two more guys fucking. They watched and stroked not wanting to interrupt the guys. Suddenly, Joe felt someone right behind him. Arms came around and held him tight. He saw the tattoos on the guys arms and recognized him as the guy at the end of the bar that he had talked to when getting beers. “I hope you boys are having fun” the guy started out as he began to hump Joe’s ass. Joe could feel a rigid cock with a large piercing rub between his ass cheeks and pushed his butt back and finally caught the tip of the guys cock on his hole. “Yeah, Danny said you were vers. I bet you want this cock inside that tight young pussy” he said and Joe just moaned. Kyle was stroking harder, watching his boyfriend about to get fucked next to him and the group fucking in front of him. The guy dripped some spit on the end of his cock and then pushed into Joe’s hole. Joe groaned as the large piercing followed by the thick mushroom head forced its way into his hole. Joe started to ride the guy’s cock and got it deeper and deeper inside him. “Is this how you got knocked up? Taking strangers diseased cocks until they filled you with all of their bugs?” the guy asked Joe. Joe moaned and replied “No… that didn’t work. My brother knocked me up.” He heard the guy grunt in his ear and his cock pulse inside him, filling him with more infected cum. “Damn, boy. Thats so hot” the guy whispered in his ear while breathing heavy. The cock slowly pulled out of Joe’s hole and as quickly as the guy showed up, he was gone. Joe and Kyle wandered around some more and found Mark and Eric with the other special guest. They had the guy on a fuck bench and were spit-roasting him. He was a sexy guy with dark caramel skin, a plump bubble butt and a desire for cock. Mark and Eric were pounding both ends and they could see the bottom try to pull Eric in closer with his hands and Mark with his legs. Mark let out a guttural yell and flooded the guy’s hole with his venom. They pulled their cocks out and Mark led the guy over to the wet area and Mark and Eric hosed the guy down. Joe looked at Kyle and they walked over and aimed their cocks at the guy and added their streams of piss. They took turns aiming for the guys open mouth and watching the piss overflow and run down his lean, smooth body. Kyle leaned down and pushed the guy face down on to the piss covered floor and pushed his cock in to the guys sloppy hole. He started to fuck and felt the streams of piss cover his and the cumslut’s bodies. He drilled and pounded, turned on by the warm piss and the cock hungry hole. The slut was milking his cock like a pro and Kyle felt his balls churn. The pissing had stopped but the smell hung in the air. He leaned down and licked the beer piss off the slut’s back. Kyle moaned and he heard Mark yell “Knock the slut up” and Kyle slammed down and let his cum shoot inside. Volleys of his toxic cum pumped in and mixed with the others in the guy's guts. Kyle got up and quickly rinsed off under the sole shower head. They left the guy laying on the floor covered in piss and sweat and the group kept touring around. Each fucked a few guys but their balls were mostly empty. Mark said “I think I have one more. I want to find the other neg guy and add my load.” Mark found him in the sling getting fucked. He noticed the guy fucking him had a wasted look and a red wristband. The top groaned loudly as he held the bottom’s body tight. His body shook and Mark knew the boy was getting an AIDS load deep inside him. The top pulled out and Mark marveled at the long thin cock, dripping with cum. The bottom said “Thank you sir” as the top walked away and Mark took his spot. He shoved in and felt his cock enter a sea of frothy poz cum. He drilled the slut’s hole for several minutes until his balls were ready to shoot the last of his cum for the night. “You ready to be a poz slut, boy?” Mark growled as he felt the cum rise. “Yes, sir” answered the bottom as he squeezed his ass tight around Mark’s shaft. “FUCK!” Mark screamed as he felt his cum shoot inside. The guys decided to head back upstairs for a final beer before heading home. As they walked out of the playroom Danny stopped them and asked how many loads they gave the neg guys. Joe said “We gave two to the Filipino guy, one to the mixed guy” and Mark added “two to the mixed guy, one to the Filipino.” “Good job” Danny said “I think they’ll both have red bands the next time.” As they walked through the bar back towards their table, Mark saw several guys nod and smile when they saw their red wristbands. Kyle stopped at the bar to order another round of beers and the bartender motioned him towards the back. Not sure what to expect, he followed the bartender into a dark hallway and the bartender said “Give me a toxic load in my ass and the round is on me. Its gotta be quick though.” Kyle’s cock instantly got hard again and he pulled the bartenders shorts down and pulled his cock out of the jockstrap. Kyle kneeled, spreading the bartender’s ass cheeks apart and spitting on the hole a couple times before standing up and lining his cock up and thrusting in. “You like taking poz cock?” Kyle whispered in his ear as he drove his cock in with firm, deliberate strokes. “Only taken undetectable ones so far, yours is the first toxic one I know of” the bartender replied. Kyle’s cock twitched and he started to fuck harder. He heard the bartender grunt with each stroke and could feel him wince from the hard thrusts. “Knock me up” the bartender begged and Kyle drove his cock in hard and unloaded what poz cum he had left. Kyle pulled his cock out and told the bartender “wait here, my boyfriend has another load for you.” Kyle slipped his cock back into his jock and hurried back to the table and told Joe where to go. Joe walked up and found the bartender still standing against the wall, his legs spread and his shorts pulled down. Joe whispered in his ear “Sorry your Christmas gift is a day late” and then shoved his cock into the bartender’s ass. The bartender let out a scream that he stifled quickly and pushed his ass back. “What do you want?” Joe asked while pounding the guys hole. “Your poz cum” replied the bartender. Joe felt someone standing next to him and turned to see Eric who was stroking his cock. Joe slammed in hard several times until his cock started to spew his infected seed inside the bartender. Volley after volley filled the tight hole adding to Kyle’s load. Joe pulled out and Eric rammed his cock in. He was all ready to shoot and told the bartender “Consider this load a tip” before burying his cock in and pumping in his charged seed. Eric pulled out, slid the bartender’s shorts back up and then slapped his ass. Eric stopped at the bar and the bartender quickly pulled four pints and Eric took them back to the table. Rehydrated, they walked back and found the car and headed back to Mark’s apartment. Eric and Kyle slept the whole way back while Joe and Mark talked. As they neared the apartment Mark stopped talking, leaving a very long pause before asking Joe “I hope you’ll be my best man.”

(names have been changed) 1985 Who knows how urban legends get started? In the little Nebraska town (which could hardly be called 'urban') I grew up in, there was a story about an evil green skeleton that lived in the creek next to our grade school. He's grab you if you got too close to the water and then drown you. The origins and details kept changing over the years and supposedly, somebody had an actual picture of it. Our playground came right up to the chain link fence that kept us away from the creek. The boys made a game of who could get closest to fence. I once made it within two feet of it before running back. Our bravest, most toughest kid went all the way up and actually touched the fence! We couldn't hardly believe it. Years later, I spent the night at Kenny Grossmon's house and we snuck out at night and went to creek. Kenny had brought a flashlight and a little bottle of water he got from the bathroom at the Nazarene church. It sort of was like holy water as far as we were concerned. There were wild weeds and scrub trees surrounding the creek. We were both acting and talking casual, but we were both scared. We made it close enough to hear the water before a branch or something snapped and the sound made us run all the way back to his house where we watched Elvira and didn't talk about what we'd done. 1995 So I'm in my early 20's now and living in a big city, far away from the green skeleton. I work in a warehouse for a chemical company. I'd majored in English, but this job paid way more than anything I could make teaching. I wrote embarrassingly bad poetry sometimes, but never had dreams of showing it anybody or ever being published. I'd found my way into the gay world -- mainly from going to bars and meeting guys in my neighborhood. I'd even had dates here and there, but never any sex. AIDS showed no signs of ever going away or even being treated effectively. I didn't trust condoms because they could break. I once bought a box of them and played with them. They were just so fragile. It was from a friend of mine that I first heard about 'The Biohazard Bus'. Another urban legend that kept changing and was the subject of many bar conversations. Supposedly, there was a bus full of HIV+ men who would drive around the streets at night and capture guys right off the sidewalk. They'd all take turns raping the victim with no condoms on. It sounded so fake. I mean -- a whole bus?? How did they ever not get caught? The details were sketchy and ever changing. No, it was a van. No, it was an SUV. No, it was a stretch limo. The green skeleton sounded more legit than this bus. I finally got connected to the internet which provided me with a whole new way to waste my time. It was so primitive in those days, but I found a local bulletin board for gays and lesbians. It was mostly about community events, parades and charity stuff. There was one headline about the Biohazard Bus with 398 posts. I went right to the last few to see if there were any new developments. It was then that I realized I was maybe a little too curious about this. Keno: I know a guy who got abducted by them. He was coming out of Chuckie's by himself. Cub31: That is a shit bar. It's on Highland Street which is where many bad things can happen to you. People get shot. Keno: Only walk out of any bar with somebody else with you. I had never heard of the bar they were talking about. Or Highland Street. Why oh why was so drawn to this story? Danger and sex are an intriguing combo, I guess. There was a part of myself I was denying at that point. I will tell you that I was pretty sure I'd end up at Chuckie's eventually. I just had to find it. I started by searching the yellow pages for any businesses on Highland Street. There wasn't anything listed. I asked around. My seedy neighbor -who I'm almost sure was a drug dealer - knew where it was. "That area is pretty dicey. Your car will get stolen." He gave me some general directions. Back then, our city's downtown had been decimated by the suburbs and malls. I didn't even know if the streetlights worked there. My heart sped up at the thought of driving there. I decided I'd try and go to Chuckie's during the daytime. A Saturday afternoon, possibly. Was noon too early? I didn't know much about anything back then. It was a sunny June afternoon (around 2 PM) that I ventured out. I kept forgetting to breathe. You'd think alarms would flash in my brain or something...or that common sense would kick in. Nope. I passed the little bar called Chuckie's. twice. I couldn't do this. Maybe if I knew judo or something, I'd feel safer. This place was scary enough in the day...what the hell would it be like at night?? At least I knew where it was now. Fuck it. I parked right around the corner from the bar. "I'll have one beer and then go home," I told the scared,pale boy looking back at me in the rear view mirror. I can't even remember how I made it to the front door. I was technically sober, but nerves made me sort of stumble a little. A beer would be so good now. I'd earned it. Chuckie's was super dark and smoky. Not very crowded at all. The bartender was a jolly-looking guy in his late 40's/early 50's. "Hi! You here for the bust?" The bust? Did he think I was a cop or something? "The bust?" "Beer bust. For ten dollars you get a cup and all the beer you can drink. How old are you?" "24." "I'll believe you. I'll give you a discount...7.50. You get a free shot at the top of every hour -- which you just missed. I'll start you out with a freebie. It's nice to see a new face in here." I handed him a ten and got my mini cup of beer and complimentary shot. I was new at drinking, but I knew you did the shot first and followed it with a chug beer. Right? OK. I relaxed a little. There was a Chuckie doll up against the mirror behind the bartender. My guess is that this place had been named before the 'Child's Play' movie came out, but they just went with it. To this day I still don't know how to 'fit in' and strike up conversations with people. I stayed put on the bar stool that had been mended with duck tape. I heard the familiar sound of a pinball game in the corner but it was next to a table of scary-looking guys. "How come I never seen you before?" "I don't get out all that much. I needed to buy tires, but I got lost trying to find the place. I stopped here." Lie after lie poured out of my mouth. The truth was too sick. "No tire places around here. I'm Leslie, by the way. I've been here for years." "I'm Jeff. I moved here three months ago. It's not that busy today." "It'll pick up. Most beer busts take place on Sundays, but we changed ours to Saturday. The guy who owns this place is a mafia son with a coke habit...he wants to start making more money. Plus...." I waited. "Plus this area is the subject of many rumors." A-ha! He knew about the urban legend. I played dumb. "Rumors?" "Oh, nothing. You know how queens love to gossip." Leslie and I talked for a while as he kept refilling my cup and sneaking me extra shots. I began losing track of how many I'd had. I'd need to leave while the sun was still out. "Well...it's getting late, Leslie. I should go." "What? It's only 5:30. You got a hot date or something?" "Nah. I just don't know the area very well and want to leave while it's still daytime. Plus -- I think I'm a little buzzed." "The sun will be out for at least another two hours. We can always call you a cab...or have our bouncer escort you to your car." There was no bouncer among these guys. "His name is Nick and he's a huge guy. Nothing will happen to you." Fine. I just needed to slow down with the beer. "Does that pinball game work?" "Yep. It's brand new. Need quarters?" We made the exchange of bills for coins and he refilled my cup. I'd played this particular machine before. It was making the rounds, I guess. The beer was giving me stomach acid. I should have asked for a coke. In a minute. I played a dollar's worth of quarters and racked up the top three scores. I didn't want to sit down so much as I didn't want to stand anymore. I turned to leave and saw Leslie talking into what I thought was a CB radio. No way. Here? He caught my eye for a quick second and put the microphone thingy down. How weird. I walked about two steps before somebody grabbed my belt loop in the back. It was one of the scary guys I'd seen earlier. He had a Village People-type outfit on and was maybe in his 60's. "Have a seat." I didn't get a danger vibe from him. "I'm Butcher." "Nice to meet you. I'm Jeff." "Already heard that. You've been talked about since you came in." Was that good? Bad? "I...I guess I'm just new is all." "You need another beer, Jeff. So do I." He held up two fingers and Leslie scrambled right over with a pitcher to refill us. "Thanks, Leslie. I'm giving the game a rest now." "Well don't pay too much attention to this old drunk. He talks nonsense. Right, Butcher? You're full of shit, aren't you?" "Get away from us." Butcher had a seriously-lined face that you usually only see on old farmers who've worked out in the sun their whole lives. "You don't like him?" He made a spitting gesture. "Not at all. Let me ask you something....do you have a best friend?" I kinda didn't anymore. The best friend I'd ever had was Kenny Grossmon who'd moved away my sophomore year of high school. I never knew what became of him. I was about to tell him about Kenny but he continued talking. "You can't ever trust people. Not even best friends. You die when you trust too much." Top of the hour...it was 7 PM already. Leslie brought us shots and refills while he watched me carefully. "I haven't really trusted too many people in my life. My mom, maybe. I grew up in a small town." He nodded, probably wondering if I was a hick too dumb to talk to. "I got a lot of foreskin on my dick. I can fit a whole pool ball in ii." OK. I needed to excuse myself now. This old guy was no Yoda...just a cryptic drunk. "No, really. I live in the hotel down the street and you could come with me." "Maybe next time. I gotta go now." I forgot my cup and hurried back up to the bar. Leslie had been watching. "I'm glad you're back, Jeff. Did Butcher try to do something? Nick is finally here and he can get him out of here for you." "No. He was just getting too drunk, talking all weird." "Did he say anything about me?" "Not really. He doesn't like you too much. Why?" "You know why? He believes some conspiracy shit and lives in the land of make believe. I can't believe his liver hasn't given out yet. He'll pass out before 9." "Is that why you have a CB radio here? To call cabs for guys like him?" He paused a second. "Yeah. Or cops. Or a security company we use sometimes." "Makes sense. So this place is dangerous?" "Not so much...what did he tell you?" "He was vague." I wasn't about to repeat his foreskin story. "It's the top of the hour! Let's do a shot and I'll introduce you to the bouncer." I swiveled around to look at the front door. The incredibly huge guy was talking on a CB as well. So weird. I also noticed it was after dark now. Shit. At least this Nick due was as big as the Incredible Hulk. I could make it back to my car -- if it was still there. "The shot was something different this time...sharp cinnamon-flavored jet fuel. It woke me up a little. "Can I ask you something, Leslie?" He'd given me a fresh cup of beer. "Sure." "I've heard stories about this place, this street. Is there really a bus full of HIV guys who abduct people off the street and rape them?" "Butcher told you about that, didn't he? That story has been around for years and it's completely false. Why? Did you come here to find that out for yourself?" "No. I mean... sort of. I have a fascination with morbid urban legends. And...." "Say no more. I get it. I live nearby and walk home every night...by myself. I can tell you it's not true. I've seen drunk bums, drugged-out zombie kids, and runaways. But no evil AIDS bus. Ah -- here's Nick. The giant dude came and sat down next to me. He was large, but not all that muscular. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that just said 'SECURITY' on the front. He cast a shadow over everything he was near. "Is this him? Is this Jeff?" His voice was scary deep. He shook my hand. His own hands were the size of catcher's mitts. How was I known so soon? It's not like I'd talked to everybody or made a spectacle of myself. "Good to meet you, Nick." He and Leslie exchanged looks, and I swear there was a secret between them. "Yeah. We were just talking about the myths surrounding this place. He's heard about the bio bus." More looks. "Not that shit again. No wonder we're losing money. If Mario wants to turn a profit here, he needs to quash that shit." I could listen to that sexy voice all night. "Gimme a shot. Leslie. That scummy Dave guy kissed me on the mouth and I need to wash the taste away." We all had another shot. I guess these were my friends now. "Jeff here is interested in urban legends." "Oh...like the hook hanging from the car door? Stuff like that?" "Yeah. What purpose do they serve? How did they start?" I told them about the green skeleton we'd all been afraid of as kids. I was talking too much. I needed to sober up in the worst way. "I think the more important question is why do you go looking for them?" This Nick guy was so astute for a bouncer. "I'm curious. And this bus story got inside my head." There was more to it, but I was done talking about it. I noticed Nick's arm tattoos. He'd paid good money for them because they were well done and sharp. The one on his thick wrist was beautiful calligraphy. 'B B'. The bar had thinned out and we were pretty much just a group of three. Butcher had left at some point. "Time for shots! It's only 10 on a Saturday night and we're empty." Ten?? I'd been here far too long. Oh fuck it. I'd take a cab. We drank our shots. Nick kept getting closer to me and finally wrapped a big arm around my shoulders. "He's mine, Les. I'm sorry, but you've got a boy of your own somewhere, right?" Their conversation sounded like noise at this point. I was drunk but felt so warm and safe with Nick. "Call him a cab, Les. I'll walk him out." Yeah. It was probably time to go home. Leslie turned and made a 'call' or whatever you call it in CB language. I wanted to hear in case he started using that trucker language like they did on TV shows. He had stretched the cord and was talking too softly for me to listen in. He came back with a worried look. "He says it'll take 45 minutes." Okay. Whatever. I'd stop drinking and just go play some more pinball. As much as I liked Nick, there was no way I could picture myself dating him. It would look weird going out with some giant tattooed guy. People would talk. They'd assume things. I stood up from the stool and checked my front pocket for quarters. "Whoa, Hot Rod...where do you think you're going?" He had his hand on my shoulder. "I need to sober up a little. Thought I'd go splash some water on my face and play a little pinball." He and Leslie looked at each other. "Well...OK. Two games or ten minutes...whichever comes first. I'll bring you a coke or something. Deal?" "Sure." The bathroom wasn't nearly as bad as you'd think. It smelled a little like piss, but it seemed mostly clean. I rinsed my face and that didn't seem to help much. Right above the mirror, someone had scrawled "BEWARE" in marker. I just now remembered that detail. I left and went right to my machine. "You're time starts now!" Nick shouted from the bar. Why? What was the big deal? I was a paying customer after all. I mean, what the fuck? I guess my motor skills weren't all that impaired because I won a free game and beat my own high score. I guess I'd only freaked out because drinking was sort of new to me. Maybe I'd even be clear enough to drive home on my own. I hated the idea of leaving my car here and then trying to figure out how to retrieve it tomorrow. I was weighing the idea when Nick approached. "You've still got a few more minutes...I just wanted to watch you. You should see how you move when you play. You lean and work your hips and, well, it's sexy." He'd brought me a glass of Coke. "All he had was was diet. But it still has caffeine..." I'd lost the game because of the interruption, but I was done anyway. We sat down together at the same table Butcher had been sitting at earlier. Looking across at him finally gave me a chance to look right at his face. He wasn't bad looking at all - just big. His eyes were thinking eyes. "I don't think I'll be needing the cab. I feel a lot better." "I don't know, Jeff. You have to prove it to me. We'll take a walk around the block and then I'll decide if you're okay to drive." "A walk? Around here?! I don't think that's a good idea." He stood up. "Look who you're with, kid. Nothing will bad happen...except I might make a pass at you." He winked, laughed. "Just kidding. Finish your Coke and we'll go." I'd never had diet Coke before. It was kind of nasty, but I needed something carbonated that wasn't alcoholic. We headed for the door and Leslie and Nick said a few quick words to each other as I stood there feeling about 98% of my normal self. "Ready?" "Yeah. Can you just walk me to my car? I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine." "We had a deal. Don't go back on your word now." I was in a spot...I didn't want this guy mad at me, but walking around the block seemed pretty pointless. "OK. You have a flashlight? It doesn't look like most of your streetlamps are working." "Already got it. Let's walk, Jeffy." We headed in the opposite direction of my car like two dumb characters in a horror movie -- where the whole audience is yelling "Don't go!". It was strangely thrilling. I felt adrenaline chase the remaining alcohol out of my system. "Why doesn't the city fix some of the lights?" "We're low on the list. There are pot holes around here that are two years old." We went around the corner where it was darker still. "Hold on a second." He bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I responding by kissing back. Then it was over. Just like that. "That was nice. Think you'd ever go out with someone like me." "I know I would." "Cool." "Can we go back to the bar? This street is completely dark." "It's okay. I'll turn the flashlight on." He fumbled around with it started flashing like a disco. "Shit. Wrong button." "Why does it have a strobe?" "It's a signal for emergencies and stuff." I guess he wasn't able to find the normal light because we were walking again into total darkness. Headlights caught us from about fifteen yards away. As the vehicle slowly approached, Nick grabbed my wrist painfully hard. "Your ride is here."

Part 43 - Working on Vacation Joe got up early Christmas eve and showered. He showered, cleaned out, got all of his stuff ready and got an uber to get to the clients place. The guy had contacted him soon after he put up his travel escort ad. The client had been pretty specific when they talked about the things he was into. Joe was to be a cumdump bottom for the guy and his buddy. The guy told him he was poz and only barebacked and Joe assured him that wouldn’t be an issue. Joe looked forward to this gig since he hadn’t been bottoming as much as he wanted to and the loads he had taken on the trip already just made him want more. Joe looked around as the car came to a stop in front of a nicely kept suburban house. He knocked at the door and a burly man opened the door with only a towel around his waist. His large chest was covered with a thick salt and pepper pelt of hair over several tattoos and both nipples were pierced with thick barbells. His head was shaved bald and he had a bushy salt and pepper beard that hung down several inches. Joe thought that next to the definition of “daddy bear” in the gay dictionary was a picture of his client. “You Dave?” the guy asked as he looked Joe over from head to foot and Joe nodded. “Right on time, I like that in a boy. I’m Tim” the client muttered as he walked through the house towards the master bedroom. Joe followed and when he got into the room he looked around. There were several eyelets screwed into the ceiling and a sling was hanging in the corner next to the sliding door that led to the patio. On the bed laid another bear, similar to the client but with short cropped hair on his head and an even bushier beard and fur covering every inch of his torso and onto his back. The guy was slowly stroking a thick pierced cock with a large 00ga PA. “This is my buddy Ed. We like to tag boys together and rarely fuck a guy twice, even if they’re good. We just like spreading our seed to as many as we can. Unfortunately it doesn’t have the same kick it once did and we’re undetectable now” Tim said as he took his towel off and tossed it by the door. Joe set his bag down and started to take his clothes off feeling overdressed. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with us being poz and wanting to fuck raw, so I assume you are either poz or chasing” Tim said as he watched Joe pull his shirt off and drop his baggy shorts to the floor. “I think we have our answer” Ed said as he spotted the scorpion tattoo. Joe chuckled and said “Yeah, I’m poz.” “Meds?” asked Tim. “Nope, fully charged” quipped Joe as he moved closer to the bed. “Hmm, then we may need a little more of your time after we get done fucking you” Tim said and then continued “Turn around, boy. Let me see all of you.” Joe slowly rotated showing off his tight body, his ass framed by the jockstrap, his firm six pack and his muscular arms and legs. “I guess you’re not afraid of advertising your status” Ed said as he spied the biohazard tattoo on his calf. “Poz and proud” Joe replied as he spied Tim stroking his cock more energetically. “Lets start over on the sling” Tim said and Joe moved over and laid back on it, sliding his feet through the straps. Joe adjusted his ass so that it was just hanging over the leather giving Tim and Ed good access. Tim got on his knees and started to run his fingers between Joe’s ass cheeks brushing over his fuckhole and then pushing his index finger in dry. Joe relaxed his hole and felt the finger scrape as it went in and Tim pulled it out and tasted it. “Mmm, good boy. No lube yet. That’s what spit and precum are for” Tim stated. Tim licked his finger and pushed it back in, fucking slowly with his finger and feeling Joe relax and then clamp down on it. The grin on Tim’s face was obscured by his beard and the position that he was in but he knew he was going to enjoy breeding Dave. He pushed his face in and Joe felt the beard press against his ass then his tongue lick and poke his hole. Tim was grunting and snorting as he rimmed Joe’s pussy and Ed was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking his own cock and watching Tim have his fun. Joe looked over at Ed and motioned with his head to come over. Ed got up and moved in closer with Joe leaning his head off the leather and opening his mouth. Ed took the hint and slid his cock into Joe’s waiting mouth. Joe had been spitroasted like this many times and devoured Ed’s cock. His tongue and lips slid down the shaft as Ed pushed in and out, moaning from the blowjob that Joe was giving him. It felt so much better than his hand and he began to thrust in harder and further. Joe’s cock was straining at the pouch of his jockstrap and soon the tip broke free up past the top band. His piercing and cock head climbed out of the pouch, dripping charged precum on his abs. Tim stood up with spit dripping from his beard and lined up his cock with Joe’s saliva covered hole and pressed forward. The pressure pushed Ed’s cock further into Joe’s throat and then Joe’s hole yielded and Tim’s cock slid slowly inside. Ed and Tim both pushed simultaneously and skewered Joe completely. Tim’s bush was pressed firmly against Joe’s ass and Ed’s was similarly planted against Joe’s lips. Tim looked at Ed and nodded and the two began to fuck their respective holes simultaneously. Joe could tell that they had fucked guys together for a while, he heard no verbal communication but figured it was just facial or head gestures that told each other what was next. As the thrusts got harder, Joe could hear the jangle of the sling’s chains and the grunts from his two impalers. He worked his ass muscles on Tim’s cock and his tongue, lips and throat on Ed’s. Tim slammed in hard a few times and yanked his cock out yelling “Oh, fuck! Not yet!” which left Ed fucking Joe’s mouth a few more times before he too pulled out. Ed moved to the other end and slammed his cock into Joe’s puffy hole. Joe felt the large PA tug at his outer ring briefly before driving into Joe’s hole all the way. Ed started the sling swinging with Joe’s hole fucking itself onto his cock. Soon, Ed began thrusting his hips to meet Joe’s hole and was pounding into Joe with force. The jangle of chains, the slap of skin and the grunts of horny men filled the room until Ed drove in hard and grabbed Joe’s legs tightly. His cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping the neutered poz cum into Joe’s cunt. Ed yelled out as each volley shot into Joe, the yells got quieter as the shots got weaker. Joe watched Ed as his orgasm built and faded, the sweat dripping off his body and matting some of the fur. “Fuck boy, that’s a good hole” exclaimed Ed as he pulled his cock out. Tim moved swiftly and took Ed’s place, shoving his cock back into Joe’s now cum soaked hole. Tim’s second round only lasted about ten minutes, but he furiously drilled his cock into Joe. Tim uttered grunts, groans and expletives and it was a brutal fuck. It had been a while since Joe could remember anyone pounding his hole that hard for that long. He knew he would feel this fuck for a few days but he could tell from the look on Tim’s face that he was enjoying it. Finally, Tim pulled all the way out and slammed in, leaning forward and clutching Joe and the leather seat as his body shook and his cock throbbed. Joe could feel the cock pulse in his hole and he knew he was getting a large load from the big man. Tim’s face was inches away from Joe’s and their eyes locked. Joe could tell that Tim was sated, at least for now, but wasn’t prepared for the deep kiss that Tim gave him next. It lasted for minutes until Tim’s cock had softened and fell out of Joe’s pussy. Tim got up and said “Thank you boy, that was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.” Joe laid in the sling, feeling cum drip out of his ass. As his breathing returned to normal, Joe extracted his feet from the straps and sat up, sliding out of the sling. He wasn’t sure what to do next since Tim had mentioned going longer when they were done with the fuck. Was there going to be an act two? “Well boy, if you are half as good a top as you are a bottom, then I know someone that will be pleased” Tim said. He walked over and pushed a button next to the bed and turned to Ed. “I think its time Jordan got his first real load” Tim said. There was a knock at the door and it opened. In walked a dark haired boy with a thick leather collar around his neck and completely naked. He had no body hair that Joe could see. “Jordan, assume your position on the edge of the bed, on all fours” Tim commanded. “Yes, Sir” Jordan responded. As Jordan walked by, Joe saw a barcode tattoo between Jordan’s shoulder blades. It was the only mark on his pale white skin. He got on the edge of the bed and knelt down, his ass over the edge and then went down on his hands. “Dave is our friend and he would like to fuck you and give you a Christmas present. You will obey what he says” Tim said in an even tone. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir” replied Jordan. Joe walked over to Tim and whispered in his ear “Sir, how old is Jordan?” Tim whispered back “Don’t worry, boy. He is old enough, he just looks younger without any hair. He just turned twenty one.” Joe nodded and walked over to the edge of the bed and freed his stiff cock from the jockstrap’s pouch. He walked over and ran his hands over Jordan’s soft butt. He spread the cheeks and pushed his finger into the tight hole. It was unlubed as Tim apparently preferred. He knelt down and spit into the hole and and worked it in with his finger. He added more spit and then lubed his cock up with another shot of spit while he leaned in and tongue fucked Jordan’s pussy. Joe could feel Ed and Tim walk up on either side of him and watch as he prepped the hole. He pushed his finger in next to his tongue and roughly jabbed it. He twisted his finger around the boy’s hole, scraping his fingernail which elicited a yelp and jump from Jordan. “Don’t move” barked Tim. Joe jabbed and twisted his finger a few more times and pulled back from Jordan’s hole and stood up. Joe placed his hands on Jordan’s hips and could feel the boy trembling. Joe rested his piercing on the center of the well used hole and tightened his grip on Jordan. With one hard lunge, he shoved his cock all the way in and felt Jordan’s body spasm from the rough intrusion. “Fuck YEAH!” yelled Ed while Jordan tried to stifle his scream. Joe waited for the spasms around his cock to fade before he started to fuck. He gave Jordan long, hard thrusts and moved his hips around so that his cock would stab in different directions each time. He could feel his cock and piercing dig into the walls of Jordan’s colon. “Its been a while since I had a front row seat to a boy’s pozzing” Ed said as he stroked his cock harder. Joe’s thrusts got harder as he slammed into the boy’s neg hole, torturing it more and more. “Do it boy, breed him. Knock him up and bring him into the brotherhood” Tim whispered into Joe’s ear. Joe liked the feeling of the boy’s warm hole. Jordon knew how to take a cock and make it feel good with his ass muscles. Joe got a good rhythm going with his precum coating Jordan’s guts and his PA repeatedly grinding into the soft walls. After 20 minutes of nonstop drilling, he could hear Jordans moans show his discomfort. Ed and Tim were pawing at his body while he pounded Jordan’s hole fast and hard for several strokes before shoving in and holding the boy tight as his cock shot ropes of virus filled cum into the battered cunt. Joe couldn’t believe how many spurts of cum he shot into Jordan’s neg fuckhole and then watched as Ed and Tim shot their loads all over Jordan’s face. “Thank you Sir for your special cum. I will remember this day for the rest of my life” Jordan told Joe. Joe pulled his cock out of the ravaged hole and saw the telltale spots and streaks of red on his cock and piercing. Tim pushed a buttplug into the hole as soon as Joe’s cock was clear and Jordan swung around and cleaned his cock off thoroughly. Joe let the boy clean him off and then walked back and started to dress. Tim walked back and peeled eight hundred dollar bills off of a wad of money and gave it to Joe. “Thank you, boy. You were outstanding. I will give Jordan a break for a few weeks to see if your breeding pozzed him. If not, I have several friends that will pay good money to be the one that does it.” Joe smiled and put the money in his pocket and opened the app on his phone to call for a ride. Tim showed him out and Joe sat on the front steps a few minutes until the car pulled up. He got in, hoping that the cum in his ass wouldn’t leave a spot on the car seat. It was a short ride back to Mark’s apartment and when he got there he walked in, with Mark and Eric grinning at him. Joe smiled and headed to the bathroom to dump the client’s loads and shower. When he was done he walked into the spare bedroom and climbed in bed with Kyle and kissed him before passing out.

Thanks! ---- That was pretty much my college life. Study hard, play some IM football games, and fuck with my gay friends. I never dated anyone and most of my sex was done in a group scene. My senior year started out the same and one Friday I was supposed to meet some friends at a gay bar down town. I got there really early since I mis-read the text message. I walked in and there was only the bartender and a couple other older guys at the bar. I sat down and ordered a beer and waited for everyone to show up. When they hadn’t arrived after 20 minutes, I read the message again and realized that I was going to have to wait at least an hour more. One of the older guys left and the other moved down closer to me. I’m sure most of the college students wouldn’t think he was hot, but I did. He was a muscular bear and what I thought I might look like in fifteen years. He introduced himself to me as Frank and we started to chat. He bought me a beer and when I was half way through it I had to go take a leak. I excused myself and went to the bathroom and went to the urinal and started to piss. When I finished, I washed my hands and was about to leave when Frank walked in to the bathroom. He looked straight at me and pushed me to the wall and started to kiss me. I was surprised, but didn’t fight back. We were two guys in a gay bar and we both knew we were attracted to each other. We kissed for what seemed like an hour but was only a few minutes and our hands groped each other. He grabbed my balls through my pants and I moaned. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and was on his knees sucking my cock before I knew it. It felt so good and he really knew how to give head. He got me hard and dripping and I was getting ready to blow my load down his throat when he stood up and pulled me into the stall. He turned around and pushed his pants down and there was his gorgeous hairy ass in front of me. “Fuck me Mike” was all he said. I spread his butt and rubbed my leaking cock around his hairy hole and heard him whimper. I spit on my hand and covered my cock with it and spit again and got some into his hole. I pushed in, then spit again on my cock head and then pushed harder until I felt his hole open up. It felt like heaven being inside him and I started to fuck him. I had never fucked anyone in a public place like that. Anyone could have walked in and found us but I didn’t care. His moans and growls turned me on as I fucked him and the harder I fucked the more vocal he was. I couldn’t keep my cock from shooting any longer and I planted my cock all the way in and held him tight as my cock shot a huge load inside him. I pulled my cock out and he spun around really fast and sat down on the toilet, licking my cock clean of all the cum on it. We pulled our jeans up and he gave me a quick kiss and I could taste my cum while we kissed. We walked back to the bar and sat down and he smiled at me. He finished his beer off and kissed me on my cheek and then left the bar. I sat there for a few moments and the bartender came over. I was the only one left in the bar but we both knew that wouldn’t last long. The Friday afternoon rush would soon be here. The lull before the storm, I suppose. “It looked like you had a good time in the john” the bartender told me. I blushed and said “yeah, I did. Sorry about that, I don’t normally do things like that in a public place.” “You could have fooled me. You pounded him like a pro” the bartender said. I looked back at him and my jaw must have been down around my feet. “You saw it?” I asked. “Yeah, we have cameras everywhere to make sure things don’t get too far out of hand” he replied. “Shit. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” I said panicked that he was going to throw me out or call the cops. “Hey, don’t worry. I enjoyed it. I’m just surprised that you weren’t the one getting fucked. I’ve never seen Frank take cock before” he told me. I didn’t know what to say. I sipped my beer and wished he would disappear and my friends would show up. “So, he’s a regular here?” I finally asked. “Yeah, he comes in most every afternoon after he gets off work. Has a beer or two. Sometimes fucks a guy in the bathroom or storage room and goes home. He’s been kind of quiet the past few months since his partner, Rocky, died in a car crash. I was actually happy to see him go after you in the john. Maybe he’s getting back to his old self” the bartender said as a few people walked in the door. The crowd slowly filled the bar and finally my friends showed up. We drank and shot some pool. I eventually went home alone and laid there in bed thinking of Frank.

For years I would concentrate on my pleasure...I'd jerk and play with my cock and usually cum much faster than I wanted... YOUNG & DUMB I have grown to the point that I often don't even cum..I'll leak precum like crazy and have wave after wave of anal orgasms. It's funny i'll be hard at the beginning when making out and sucking, but as soon as the cock get in the hole its a whole different game

After having sex with god-only-knows how many men over the years I recently had sex with a trans man (FTM) for the first time and damn, I loved it. Going down on him was amazing because he was so responsive -- he just kept having orgasm after orgasm. I don't have a desire to eat out a woman, no attraction to pussy, but having sex with my trans buddy wasn't either of those things. His sexual energy was all male. It made me realize we're all made of the same sexual tissue. His just looks and feels different from other men but that didn't make him any less of a man in my experience. Very hot!

Don't wanna get an infraction, so I'll be careful. Me and a buddy in woods, drunk on hot summer day. We got naked, started making out and pissing on each other everywhere- cocks beards asses. That progressed to some 'mud' play- smearing it on his cock and working it into his hairy belly and chest hair, as well as his beard. I then fucked his 'muddy' hole raw until I came, then pissed inside of him. We looked and smelled like two pigs when we were done, and I gotta say soap doesn't get rid of the smell of 'mud' very easily.

I did three videos with three different FTM guys. It was something I'd never thought of doing until the producer asked me. I loved it. SOOOOOOO hot to play in three holes!

You can tell ALOT about a guy by his use of language! Filthy talk, to me, is essential to filthy sex--------

I had one of those days were productivity was seriously hindered by horniness. I found myself constantly browsing Grindr and Scruff, and was woofed on the latter by a huge muscled hairy older guy with a big dick looking for a hole to breed after work. Holy shit, I hadn't had a good lay in a while, so we agreed to meet. I got to his hotel right after work, using his bathroom to get prepped. The preparations took a little while, but when I stepped out of the bathroom, we immediately began an intense, wet make-out session. Thinking to myself 'He must like to spit', I extended my tongue and sure enough he gave me a couple of big drips from him - mid kiss. After a couple more slaps I went down to blow him. His dick was really nice, thick and veiny, with a big head. Oh, and it was really hard. I sucked it all the way to the base and he pulled it out and showed me how he was lubricating a lot. "Suck it," he ordered, which I did, deep-throating it again and again and again. I pulled off his cock, pressuring it from the base up to his head, and a big ass drop of pre-cum welled-out. Scooping the pre-cum with my index finger, I slid the slick cum into my hole. He gave me a sick horny look, forcing he to again choke on his big cock. I blew him for several minutes, and then gestured for him to lay back on his bed. When he was comfortable, I took a hit of poppers and went down on him some more, but blowing him was not enough. I needed more, so crouching over his cock, I centered his head on my hole, and allowed his cock to slide into my hole. His cock head entered my ass very slowly, as I worked my ass muscles, alternately giving it gentle squeezes, followed by relaxing and letting it go. Holy shit. Having all that man inside was the best feeling in the world. I rode his cock for a while while leaning on his huge hairy pecs, squeezing them hard, working to remember the details of the experience for future reminiscences. Initially we made out and I rode his cock, at which time I bounced up and down on his crotch, but at some point he took charge and fucked me as he wished: he lifted me with ease, positioned me on my back, and placing my legs on his shoulders, he unceremoniously slid into my hole. I had never before not have I since ever been fucked so hard. He didn't, however, maintain a regular tempo, but used a rough pounding in which the entire purpose seemed to be that of plowing his cock into my ass. I found myself groaning deeply, which seemed to motive him to intensify his thrusts. His hotel room had a couple of furniture pieces so we switched onto a big cushioned chair and, as I crouched on the chair on all fours, he drove his cock into my ass balls-deep, over and over. Returning to the bed, he positioned me on my stomach, and lay on top of me, pounding away, but this time his grunts and moans were deeper, louder and rougher. Sure enough, I could feel his shaft getting harder and harder, and when the loudest moan came I felt his stream push its way into my ass. He fucking came a lot as he lay on my back for several minutes, shot after shot of cum blowing into my ass, most definitely more than the average orgasm, shooting cum into me, moaning and groaning. I had also cum, but I focused on squeezing and releasing his dick, making sure every last fucking drop of cum was milked out of his balls and into my ass. After the last drop of cum had made its way into my ass, his cock softened and slid out of my hole, at which time he remarked "I cum a lot, boy." When I had caught my breath I thanked him for one of the best lays I had had in quite some time, dressed and left.

If he won't take your load, then he doesn't deserve your cock.

100% bottom as well. My ideal situation would to be with a guy (ideally about three guys) who were all insatiable tops with strong breeding instinct. Would love to be in a stable sexual circumstance where constant use and habit ruled out even the thought of my topping.

PART 3 its been 2 days since my fuck with Hassan and Rashid. I was really busy with some requirements that I had to deal with before classes start in 2 weeks. Ever since that day I've been fingering myself whenever I can but nothing feels better than a raw dick in me. Oh shit... did I just say raw? Ugh my condom nazi past self would kill me hahaha. anyway I'm done with most of the paper work that I had to fill out so I have the next few days to slut around before classes start. I've really missed Hassan's cock and since I got his number I sent him a message and asked him if we could hang out. After a few minutes he said I could drop by his friend's place maybe we could have a drink or two and just talk (yeah right haha). As I was on my way to his friend's place I got a message from Hassan saying that his friend is home now and asked me if I'm still fine hanging out there. Bummer I was really looking forward to getting fucked by Hassan but I was already 5 minutes from his place and I just said yes, there's no harm in hanging out with 2 hot guys right? I got to the door and knocked and this gorgeous guy opened it for me. Shit! I think my pussy's wet already. I was right, it was the guy I bumped into the corridor after fucking Hassan. This guy is really hot, amazing jaw line, such nice almond eyes and really fit. And the smell, ugh amazing! He smelled like those fruity shisha scents with a hint of sweat, just enough to make me hornier. Anyway as I got in, I introduced myself and the guy introduced himself as Khalid, 25. After the introductions, we got to the living room and Hassan was there watching tv with drinking beer. Gosh, he still looks hot and sexy. He said hi and says he missed me and that it's been a long while since we last talked. Well, I'm not really sure what Hassan has told Khalid about me but this might be awkward. 2 locals and a foreign student watching tv and drinking beer together. Anyway I'm already here I should at least enjoy the view right? Haha. Khalid excused himself to the kitchen to get some water and that's when I asked Hassan what his friend knows about us. To my shock, Hassan has told his friend that we might have played a little bit. I really did not know what to say. As I was about to reply, Hassan told me that Khalid would like a threesome and if I am okay with it. Woah! Shit, what do I do now!? Well it seems like my inner slut took over and said "Oh you guys can fuck me anytime, you can fuck me now if you want" and that's what Hassan was waiting for and he started kissing me and fondling my boobs. He removed my shirt and bra and a straddled on top of him topless as we continued to make out, I could already feel his boner under me. We were at it for a couple of minutes until I felt a second pair of hands touching me, i removed myself from the tongue action and saw that it was Khalid with a huge smile on his face and he already had his top off, and shit, his abs and furry chest is amazing! Hassan then removed his shirt and we were back to making out as Khalid took over playing with my boobs. Khalid then started to take of his pants and underwear and that's where I saw this gorgeous 8 inch, cut cock. Same size as Hassan and I want it in me. We repositioned ourselves as Hassan and I undressed and I got myself to sucking Khalid's cock while Hassan started to play with my pussy-he was eating it out like there's no tomorrow and slipped in 2 fingers as well. Oh wow, this is really amazing. We were all starting to get sweaty and the room just smelled of sex. I continued to suck on Khalid's cock and finally I was able to deep throat it with my nose hitting to where his pubes should be. He put his hands on my head and guided it has he fucked my mouth. I was already starting to tear up and my face must have been a total mess as my saliva and Khalid's pre cum covered my face. I was enjoying my new Arab cock, his pre cum was amazing - salty and had a lot of volume. Khalid must be a heavy cummer. As I continued sucking Khalid I felt Hassan spit on my pussy and he then slowly slipped his 8 inch cock inside me. Oh wow I missed the feeling of cock inside me. He was slowly fucking me and stretching my vagina and after a few minutes his rhythm changed and became more rough and fast. I was now enjoying 2 cocks Khalid's in my mouth and Hassan's in my pussy. I was playing with Khalid's shaft and sucking on his clock head when I heard Hassan grunt as he came in me. It must have been a lot since it took him a while before he pulled out. As Hassan pulled out, I shut my pussy to keep that Arab cum in me. Khalid then smiled and said that it's his turn now, and I said "oh fuck me please" Hassan and Khalid repositioned and Hassan put his wet and sloppy cock on my face, wiping his cum on me. He was still hard and I remembered that these Arabs stay hard until at least round 2. I sucked on Hassan's cock and tasted his amazing cum. He put his hand on my head and just slowly fucked my mouth as he continued to moan in pleasure. Khalid was now in position, he spit on my pussy and his cock and started to guide his cock to my pussy. He shoved it slowly and it was slick and amazing as his cock entered me. His spit and Hassan's cum has done its job and Khalid has no difficulty entering me. Khalid fucked in a very romantic slow manner it seems like he was enjoying his time as he fucked me - his cock fucking me up to his base and then pulling out halfway... Khalid then fondled my boobs and started to play with my nipples. Oh shit this is amazing. He cupped my breasts and his pace quicked and he moaned and grunted - he was cumming and it seemed to not end... as Khalid was cumming, I felt Hassan push my head deeper into his cock as Khalid cumming in me pushed him to the edge and made him have his 2nd orgasm. I drank Hassan's cum as Khalid continued to cum in me. It seemed to not end. Then Khalid slowly pulled out, and I tried to shut my pussy but I could still feel a little bit of cum leaking - he must have cummed a lot and it sounded and felt like he did. Hassan was done cumming was well and I motioned Khalid to come over to my face and I sucked and licked his cock clean. After a few minutes of trying to catch our breaths we put on some underwear - talked and chilled. I looked at the clock and we fucked for more than 2 hours.

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

There are two types of pain: the initial one from it pushing thru your second ring and the other one from a long dick hitting your S-curve full force. For the initial pain, stretch your hole over time by using ever thicker butt plugs and dildos. I sometimes will wear a buttplug all day to cause a semi-permanent gape, especially if I know I will be taking an especially huge dick in the near future. Soon you will find that you will be able to slip in your smaller toys in with no problem after getting used to the larger ones. The intent is to loosen your inner ring and give it muscle memory and not tighten up the moment before penetration. To practice taking a long cock, clean your self out good and deep, take a long flxible dildo (15 inches or more), and learn to slip it past your S-curve. Remember the feeling and the angle. Practice long dicking yourself, pulling the dildo almost all the way out, then shoving it in using a fluid motion past your curve. Dont ever force it though, or you may cause damage. Get familiar with the angle in both missionary, doggy, etc. Each position and even the way your legs are placed will slightly change the angle. When actually fucking, have the top push into your S-curve until you feel a dull pain or pressure deep in you, have him stop and you swivle and rock your hips until you feel the dick "pop" in and slide past the curve. You may want the top use shallow strokes until you get used to it before he can actually long dick you. Over time your S-curve may straighten a little and you will get used to having a long dick slide right in. Bottom line is don't shy away from big dicks. Technique and practice will make it pleasureable...you msy even get mind blowing, hands-free orgasms. Oh yeah, there's a third I forgot to mention...the psin from having your hole totally blown up from a mammoth sized dick(s) fir hours on end, with gallons of cum deposited deep in your bowels. You just have to get used to that post-fuck trauma. Power bottoms actually savor that pain, knowing it cums from a job well done.

470... explains why my VL is 380,000

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

My major fetish is feeling that I will get pregnant from a breeding. When I find a top that is verbal and talking about breeding me and knocking me up I go to a place that is incredible. I really get into the fuck and try to open myself up to him so he can be as deep inside me as possible and I can take his seed and imagine it fertilizing me. I think this is why I'm chasing, so that I can actually keep his DNA in me and incubate his unique strain of the virus inside me. My "fuck flu" will be my morning sickness where I know I have him growing in me.

YES. It is. But the pain will be there until you are mentally ready for it not to be. The pain is caused by resistance. When you give in and let your self be fucked, I mean really go with it, the pain goes away and the pleasure begins. So go with it. Let it have you. You know you want it.