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Part 4 The directions to “Master Nick’s” were pretty simple. Rob strolled down Bourbon Street until he saw the adult video arcade the bartender had mentioned and he took a left at the next cross street. Two more blocks and there it was there on the corner. There was quite a bit of foot traffic in this area and the store had a big display window, so it was a legit business for sure. He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow, he thought; “I have never seen so much gear in one place”. He didn’t know where to begin. He started aimlessly wandering around the store. However as soon as he realized that all eyes were staring at him he snapped back to his usual self. “Of course all these cocksuckers want me,” he mused “look at them following me around wanting my big cock”. When he stopped to examine some leather cuffs, an obvious pussy boy appeared a few feet away and put his hands into some heavy metal manacles hanging on display and licked his lips. On the other side of him was another guy running his hands up and down a huge dildo with the same sex crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly there was a voice behind him. “Can I help you find something Sir?” It startled him but as he turned to respond, a sneer immediately came to Rob’s face. The store clerk standing there was old enough to be his grandfather. He looked a lot like the effeminate leather queens from his hometown bar - weathered and wrinkled. It was obvious in Rob’s mind that the guy had years of experience as a cum dump. This guy had no pecs, the leather harness over his t-shirt hung loosely over his flat chest, and the leather chaps he wore over his jeans did nothing but make his ass look soft and flabby. The clerk continued, “My name is Jerry, I be happy to help you find the right fit. We have a couple dressing rooms back there for you to use try things on.” Rob glanced to the back of the store and saw the curtained booths that Jerry was referencing. There were already a couple of other store patrons back there loitering around. Rob’s immediate thought was, “Certainly those whores are just back there to try to get a quick peek of something they are never going to get.” Rob just shook his head in disgust and said he’d be fine on his own. That comment didn’t seem to faze Jerry at all and he kept closely following Rob through the store. He continuously asked Rob if he needed to try on something. In reality Rob did want to try some of this gear; that was the whole point shopping here. He wanted a fit that would accentuate his muscles and make all the bottoms weak in the knees. He just didn’t want give this slut the pleasure of serving him. “Hey Jerry, can you help those guys over there by the slings, they have a couple of questions?” boomed a deep voice behind Rob. Jerry nodded and went over to the slings as requested. “Sorry about that dude, Jerry gets a little carried away with his fantasies sometimes when he sees a guy like you.” Rob turned, and standing there was a tall built masculine guy about his height. Although he was probably five to ten years older than himself, Rob could tell the man spent some serious time at the gym. The man extended his hand and said “My name is Nick”. Rick firmly shook his hand. “I’m Rob. You’re Nick as in Master Nick? “ Nick chuckled and said “That’s me, I’m the owner. I’m sorry again if Jerry was bothering you, if you find something you like here I’ll give you a discount for the trouble.” “This place can be a little overwhelming; can I help you find something?”. Rob explained to Nick that his first priority was to find some items that showed off his body and that he had some bad experiences in the past ordering things on the internet. “Do you want leather, latex, rubber or what…?” “I’m not sure where to start, but I probably want a couple of jocks as well” Rob replied as he grabbed a hanger with a red jock on it. Nick started roaring with laughter “Oh, you don’t want that jock, look at the back!” Rob actually blushed as he looked at the back strap and saw the words “FUCK ME” written in big block letters. Nick took the jock from Rob’s hand, hung it back on the rack and stated “Dominate Tops like you and I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that.” “Let me pull a few different things I think you’ll like and that will have all the bottom boys worshipping at your feet.” Within five minutes Nick had a handful of items and beckoned to Rob to follow him. ”Let’s get you into these and see what you think – follow me”. The two walked back towards the changing booths, but once they reached them, Nick continued a few more feet to a large door, reached for his key ring on his belt and unlocked the door. He motioned to Rob to follow. Rob obliged but as he reached the door he asked “What’s back here?” Nick explained that this area contained some of the larger bondage equipment and that it was used for customer demonstrations as well. “I thought you’d appreciate some privacy since you’ve had an audience from the moment you walked in.” “We also have some bigger mirrors back here so it will be easier for you to see how you look.“ When Rob saw the bondage table, fuck bench, wooden stocks as well as assorted cages and slings he asked “Why do you keep the door locked, I bet customers would love to see this stuff?”. “I personally was actually thinking of getting some things like this for the basement of the house I rent.” Nick smiled - “Well this equipment is for sale if you are interested, we discount it because it’s been used for demos, but to answer your question about the locked door – we had issues in the past with guys going to the changing booths on the pretense of trying on clothes and they then would sneak back here and play unsupervised.” “We had a couple guys that didn’t know what they were doing and they got hurt.” “It’s not intuitive for guys that aren’t Dom’s like us as to how to use this stuff.” “Anyway, the insurance company suggested that we keep the area locked when we weren’t using it for supervised demos, classes or events.” Nick handed Rob a pair of leather pants and a harness and then pointed to a door along the side wall. “Here try these on; you can use the bathroom over there.” “There is no mirror inside but you but you can step out here in the main room to see how you look – Don’t worry your friend Jerry can’t come in and molest you or anything, I relocked the back entrance.” As Rob took the gear and headed to change, Nick walked over to a laptop sitting on nearby desk and clicked on an icon. Soon the screen was filled with the image of Rob removing his clothes. Nick smiled knowing that Rob’s smooth chiseled chest, abs and ass would look good on film. Rob’s big cock and low hanging balls would certainly drive up his popularity. Rob emerged from the bathroom and smiled broadly as he saw himself in the mirror. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he exclaimed “This is what I was talking about; I look hot!” Nick nodded in agreement and walked over to Rob to adjust the harness. Ron cocked his head as he noticed the difference in how much better he looked from that simple adjustment. Nick said, “Looks good but let me show something: Take that harness off and put on this one”. Rob quickly obliged and stepped back to see the difference. “This is more of a half harness; see how the way the cut shows off your pecs more?” asked Nick. “Oh yeah, this is much better!” exclaimed Rob. “I’m sorry I am sweating all over the place, I must be turning myself on.” “Actually,” replied Nick; "it is a lot warmer back here than the front of the store, we don’t pump the AC up as much in this area unless there is something going on with a crowd”. With that Nick walked over to a nearby water fountain and took a drink.” Rob walked over to the fountain as well and took a deep drink. As he finished drinking, he grimaced and turned to Nick to say “Your water has a funny taste to it, almost medicinal.” “Yeah, I forgot you aren’t from here and don’t have much experience with the local tap water.” “The last hurricane that hit the area did some major damage to the utility infrastructure; they have to add a lot of chemicals to our drinking water.” “Believe it or not, that water fountain actually has some extra features to try to help enhance the water to make it better.” Nick then continued, “It’s important though to keep yourself hydrated; you wouldn’t believe how many tourists the city gets that drink alcohol all day and quickly end up drunk and collapse from the heat and dehydration.” “They either forget or just don’t realize how much alcohol dehydrates a person.” A lightbulb went off in Rob’s head; He was one of those people that had forgotten about the dehydrating effects of the heat, humidity and alcohol. He subsequently leaned down and took another long drink from the fountain. “One perk about the situation though, is it leaves a lot of weakened bottoms, ripe for the picking” chuckled Nick. “Yeah but I don’t ever bottom and that would never happen to me!” responded Rob with a snide tone in his voice. “I don’t either," said Nick; “but for Dom Tops like us, the dehydration can lead to performance problems and makes it harder to cum multiple times when we are looking to play all night.” Rob took another drink of water. Nick hadn’t lied to Rob per se. The fountain did have features to treat the water, but they weren’t anything like a filter for removal of chemicals. On the contrary, when someone pushed the button to get a drink, a small amount of a specially designed chemical mixture was released into the water flow. The purpose was not to reduce inhibitions, but to increase the level of horniness. The blend of pharmaceuticals and botanicals was meant to keep a cock rock hard, increase sexual desire as well increase cum volume. When events were held in the backroom of the store, the drink was affectionately referred to as “Fuck Water”. Based on the amount of water Rob had drunk so far, he would likely be uncontrollably horny for many hours to come. In fact, based on the bulge forming in his leather pants, the Fuck Water was already beginning to work as intended. An idea suddenly came to Rob. He should get a couple of pics of himself in this gear. He could then upload them and update his BBRT profile. That way later tonight, he’d have a whole lineup of hungry bottoms begging to take his cock. Therefore Rob asked “Hey Nick, do you mind if I take a couple of selfies, just to remind myself what I look like in this outfit as I try on others?” “Sure thing bud, I imagine your phone is in the bathroom with your clothes, let me grab it for you”. As Nick returned with Rob’s phone he said “If you want I can take a couple shots for you, that way you can get your whole body in the pic.” Rob nodded in agreement and started to pose. “OK, Rob, first thing though, you need to grab a pair of boots from over there and put them on. The whole scene kind loses its effect with you dressed in leather wearing those flip flops.” After Rob changed, Nick handed Rob his phone and said he needed to unlock it if he wanted some pics. As Rob punched in the passcode, Nick closely watched from behind and committed the code to memory. Nick took a couple of quick pics and then handed Rob a pair of metal handcuffs. “Here, hold these up and dangle them from your finger; now flex and grab that bulge of yours with your other hand”. “Now that is the money shot!” Nick handed the phone to Rob to show him the picture. Rob grinned ear to ear and said, “Hell yeah, those worthless pussy bottoms are going to fight amongst themselves to get fucked hard and rough by me!” Nick looked at Rob and said, “You know if I used a shot like that in some advertising, I’d make a lot of money.” “But now that you have seen yourself in a cruising look, let me show you another look that is a little more functional in a sex party situation.”

PART 3 Now if my heart wasn’t already beating 1000 miles an hour, what Tom just said made it go even faster. Everything I had heard and seen had said 'Always use a condom'. I mean, I knew like in the 70s and stuff guys didn’t, but with AIDS, I didn’t think anyone didn’t use condoms. But I guess some people didn’t, because guys still kept getting infected with HIV. All this went thru my brain in a split second. And the whole time I was staring at Tom and, in particular, his gorgeous cock. It was so hard now. Finally, I responded, “I... I guess I just never thought about that. Everyone says it’s so important to practice safe sex and the guys always had condoms. I didn’t plan on getting fucked even, it just kind of happened.” He continued to slowly tug on his giant cock replying “I guess a lot of people say that. A lot of guys just aren’t satisfied with sex using condoms. It just doesn’t feel right for them. Maybe for some guys condoms are great. But even you said, for you it made it not so great. Probably not horrible, but not as great as you thought if could be? And let me guess, these guys were hot guys probably huh? And you lost control a little and they wanted your hole and so you just gave it to them? Something like that?” His gentle smile suggested he knew what had happened and had been there in the bookstore when I was getting fucked. “Yeah, both times I thought the guys were really hot and I sucked them but they wanted to do more and I wanted to get them off. And so I let them,” I said. I couldn’t believe this conversation and this situation I was in. I would float in and out of losing myself in the moment and snapping back to being a very nervous 18 year old. And then I added, “And yeah, you are right I guess. It was okay, but somehow something was missing or not right. But I don’t know, it was so rushed and stuffy in the booth.” Tom quietly said “Chris, I have all night. I have tons of hot porn to keep on the screen. I think it is great that you felt so open to share with me. I want you to know, look at me, anything you want to try or anything you want to do. I would love to share my experience with you and expose you to everything I have. Right now Chris. What do you want to try first?” I was already sliding to my knees when I blurted “I want to suck it. I want to suck it so badly.” His legs parted open to welcome my wet lips as I greedily took his cock head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, lashing upwards to taste the first of what would be a good steady stream of precum. Intoxicating precum. “Yeah Chris, that’s so good. Feels so good. You suck it just like you wanted to, like you needed to. You look so sexy with your lips wrapped around my cock like that,” Tom whispered. I struggled as I took more and more in mouth and gagged as it hit my throat. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted, but I knew I wanted more. And what was that about licking a guy's hole? That sounded like two might feel really good, I thought to myself as I slurped and sucked and tried to please him with my young mouth. Glancing up at him, I noticed a wide smile on his face. I had a feeling Tom would teach me much that I didn't know. In fact Tom seemed to know everything - at least about sex. Not to mention he was so fucking hot. And his cock, the precum. I was totally losing myself in cock lust.

Was horny while working from home today so opened up grindr and saw a hot black daddy with the name "blow me please" - I messaged him and invited him to my place for some quick head. He agreed and was at my door within 15 minutes. We made our way to my room where I immediately got on my knees and began sucking his big black dick through the fly of his work jeans. I could smell stale cigarettes on them every time I bobbed my head down on his cock and brushed my nose against the denim. His crotch was slightly musty, as if showered this morning but the sweat from the work day had gathered nicely. The scent was really getting me going. I began slobbering more enthusiastically and couldn't help but to rub my dick through my shorts. He reached down while I continued sucking his cock and began rubbing my hard cock for me. He instructed me to remove my pants which I quickly did, as he undid his belt and removed his own. He laid down on his back on my bed, while I quickly moved up beside him to resume sucking the load from his cock. I had positioned myself to be on my elbows and knees with my ass up in the air, which he quickly began paying attention to. He licked his fingers and rubbed them over my tight hole while I moaned quietly, still hungrily throating his dick. "Can I stick it in ya ass?" I heard him say. I was torn - only expecting to give a blow job, I hadn't cleaned out properly to get fucked. Reluctantly I said, "I'm not sure it's the best idea, wasn't expecting to get fucked right now..." He seemed to understand what I was getting at and said, "let me just put the tip in." That's the oldest line in the book, but I agreed regardless. He stood up and I got on all fours with my ass sticking over the edge of the bed. "Got any lube?" he asked. "No I don't" I responded. He didn't say anything, just stuck his face up close to my hole and spit a good wad on the opening. He stood back up straight and dropped a big glob of spit down onto his dick and I heard him rubbing it onto the head. No mention of condoms or status whatsoever, and I didn't ask. He lined his cock up with my hole and soon I felt him pressing the head in. The tip slid in pretty easily thanks to all the spit, but I could tell he wasn't planning on stopping there. He slowly kept sliding deeper into my ass, and I began to worry about what the result might be once he pulled out, but he didn't seem to be thinking about that and kept sinking further inside me. I started to moan and he brought his knees onto the bed, positioning himself behind me before laying his weight down on me and pushing my flat to the bed. He reached his arms under my armpits and around to grab my shoulders, holding me firmly in place. I couldn't escape now - not like I wanted to. He began bucking in and out of me. Slowly at first, but quickly began picking up speed. My tight hole was gripping his fat black cock tightly, and I began to moan louder as this hot daddy was fucking my ass raw. My moans must have turned him on even more because he began bucking even harder and said, "can I cum in you" Without hesitation I grunted a quiet 'yes' and he pumped a few more times before he grunted deeply and I felt his cock expand and blow its load into my ass. We laid there for a minute, him breathing deeply on top of me, before he pulled out and stood up. I quickly went to inspect his cock and it wasn't bad at all - I handed him a towel to wipe up and he was dressed and out my door within minutes. Afterwards, I was still horny as I hadn't cum, and I messaged him that if he wants to come back I'll make sure to clean out good for him. He said definitely and that next time he may bring his coworker. Fuck I hope so.

Part 39 　 As we were headed to my room, I still could not understand what I was doing. I just couldn't seem to control myself when I would see Hank's huge hard cock. I wanted it in me and the sooner the better. It was like a need. We were soon on my bed and kissing fondling each other and stroking each others' cocks. His felt so big and wonderful. I wanted it now. I lowered my head and took it into my mouth and found that I seemed to be getting better at that or maybe more used to it. It was soon down my throat and my nose pressed against him. I was gagging a little but not nearly as much as I had before. I could already taste his precum and it was intoxicatingly delicious. I slurped up every drop as it came out. He was then fucking my mouth fast and deep. Almost too soon, he pulled his cock from my mouth and raising my legs up over his shoulders, Hank started to ease his cock into my hole. I wanted it and pushed up impaling myself hard onto his cock until it was deep inside me. The entire shaft embedded in me and then we held there for a bit and kissed. A deep passionate kiss with our tongues almost sword fighting together. Then looking me deep into my eyes, he started to withdraw until just the head was still in me. Then inward, again and again slowly building speed up every few times until he was pile driving his cock as deep as it could go. I was almost screaming for more and more. He was relentless in the pummeling of my hole and I was in an ecstatic bliss. This went on and on for a good half hour. Then he slowed his speed but his inward strokes were just as hard and I could feel his cock start to expand as he neared orgasm. Then it was there and I felt it start to throb and twitch as he drove one last deep hard drive into me and then I was cumming too. It was magnificent. It was like I could feel every single toxic drop as it filled my hole full. We both collapsed and again kept on kissing as he ground his hips into me. It was the best yet and I knew I wanted more and more of him and as often as possible. To hell with any consequences, we were meant for each other.

Part 8; Back to the play room with the fist gel, and there was Tom, kneeling on the rubbered mattress, the twink on all 4s sucking more AIDS Dick. Tom had taken his spiked PA out. The twinks ass sticking in the air I took a moment to take in the beautiful sight of his cunt lips, now; puffed, swollen, and flopped open. Oink! Crouching behind him I buried my face within his swollen cunt, my tongue darting in and around inside whilst his swollen cunt lips from top to bottom stretched to my nostrils right down to my chin. I alternated between doing that and wrapping my lips right around his cunt and sucking, and also taking a portion of his battered cunt between my lips chewing and sucking. Taking each thumb and forefinger, I pulled aside wonderful puffy lips, and ordered; 'Push it out boy'. His Rose bloomed with ease, as it did he farted and a mixture of what I am sure was; fist gel, blood and cum dripped out. What a fucking beautiful sight! I dove straight in, sticking my tongue inside his open bloom, licking, sucking, slurping, and rubbing my face in it. It partially went back in. 'Push it out again boy, and if it goes back in, just keep pushing it out'. He pushed out again, with more farting and warm goo squirting out. I dove straight back in again, feasting on his blooming cunt. It was fucking heaven! I was getting too turned on to just keep using my mouth. I sat up, and moved in closer. He bloomed for me again, and I began to rub my Dick Head over the centre of his Rose. Without wanting this flower to close too soon I pushed in only a few inches, and started fucking his beautiful inside out cunt! I got too carried away pushing in too deep, his bloom closing. I pulled out. He bloomed for me immediately again. We kept this up for a while when Tom who had walked off to put back on his spiked Gauge PA suddenly pulled the boy to his feet, throwing him in the sling, putting the stool in place. From the collection of toys he got the dildo called 'The Punch Fist', lubed it up. Putting it down he wiped his hands, got the half full syringe of the triple DNA cocktail, squirted about half into the fist gel, then inserted 3 fingers and the syringe, and bellowed; 'Push out that Dirty Pussy out you Nasty fucking Pig'. The twink whimpered with lustful submission, threw his arms up, held onto the sling chains, and once again bloomed. Tom depressed the plunger, discarded it on the floor, picked up the 'Punch Fist', aggressively slammed it in the gaping cunt. 'Keith, go and get the kitchen timer, bring it up and set it for 1 hour'. ***** Squeal for Part 9...

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

Part 10; Tom and I had gone downstairs, leaving the twink restrained, gagged, gaping, and his cunt savagely wrecked and full of a mixture of beautiful DNA. Tom was feeling pretty tired. He was going to stay over, and get stoned whilst the action upstairs carried on, letting in anyone who turned up for the next part of the evening. After a while I went back upstairs with a clear mixing bowl. On the play room door I put a clear sign that said each person who came inside the boys cunt to mark a strike bottom of the sign (pen attached to the door on string). I get off on knowing how many loads a guys has taken, especially if he has taken a lot. I entered the playroom, and as if it were taking a breath the boy bloomed, farting, with goo squirting out. Beautiful! I took the ball-gag off. 'So, you want MORE cum, huh?' 'Yes Sir'. 'When Men start to come into the room, you are to hold that mixing bowl by your chin'. 'Yes Sir'. I released him from the restraints, and got him on the vinyl play sheet. I attached a collar and leash. Kneeling behind him I again buried my face in his warm, wet, gaping cunt, sucking, chewing, and slurping. I kept sticking in 3 fingers, pulling out, and licking the sweet mixture. It tasted wonderful. His Rose barely retracted now, but when it did, he needed no prompting to bloom. After a time of eating him out, the first naked arrivals of the W/App group came in. He did as he was told and put the mixing bowl by his chin. I then inserted a plastic dental cheek retractor which kept his mouth forced open, leaving him only able to swallow from the back of his throat and not his tongue. I stood by him, holding his leash. The 7 guys that just walked in all started hovering around the twink, wanking off. One by one they shot their load, most of it ending up in the mixing bowl, but also on his face and lips, and a decent amount in his mouth, which was now collecting in a pool at the front of his mouth. As time went on more naked Men came in, all immediately hovering around the boy, waiting their turn to bolt their loads. Each time a guy shot I made a note of how many loads there were. It now stood at 16. I took the bowl from the boy, took him to the rubbered mattress (like a dog), and got him to tilt his head back. I slowly poured in the remaining parts to the 16 loads in his mouth. Removing the dental cheek retractor I ordered him to spit the cum back into the bowl. There was so much it dripped down over his chin. I went and got the 3rd and final of the 3 DNA cocktail syringes and squirted about half into the bowl, and mixed it into the thick gloopy cum. 'Tilt your head back boy'. 'Yes Sir'. I again slowly poured in all 16 loads into his mouth. 'Drink that toxic pink cum you cunt'. He took about 4-5 gulps, then swallowed the final lot. I walked him into the centre of the rubbered mattress and attached 'Fist Mitts' to his hands, so his hands would be disabled, and he'd be on all 4's like a puppy. Once again I attached the ball-gag, and put a stainless steel dog bowl under his head. I said; 'Let's go for some Beers' ... Leaving the twink waiting for more. I went to go for a piss and noticed some guys had already pissed in the bath, as requested in the group chat, so, I added to that lot. Once downstairs there were more naked arrivals, all milling about drinking, including my good friend Rob. Out of everyone there, he to my knowledge had much more to give to the twink! ***** LOUD squeals for Part 11 ... If you are enjoying what you read, feel free to 'like', or 'up vote' the parts you like

Part 50 - Happy New Years 1 “Mark, are we doing anything for New Years Eve or are we going to stick around here and play bingo?” Joe asked. Mark laughed and said “Well… I’ve been invited to a party. They said it would be OK to bring you guys along, but I didn’t know if you’d be interested.” “Why do you think we wouldn’t want to go?” Joe asked inquisitively. “Sometimes its an older crowd so I wasn’t sure how you felt about that kind of group for a New Years Eve bash” Mark replied. “It all depends. Is this just a drink, eat and dance party? And how old is old? Are we talking about everyone else being in their 60s and 70s?” asked Joe. “These guys have monthly parties and I’ve been to a few. I didn’t go to the New Years party last year, so I don’t know what that’s like, but usually they have a mixer to start with and after the bell rings midnight it turns into an orgy. The guys range in age from barely legal to 70’s. The parties can be fun, it just depends on the people that night. There’s also the apartment complex party. I’ve been to one of those and it was fun. Joe looked at Kyle and grinned. “Of course this year you’d be bringing more than your smile to the party here” Joe said back. “Yeah, that’s true. I haven’t fucked anyone here since I got pozzed” Mark replied. “Too close to home? Afraid they’ll give you trouble?” Joe asked. “Yeah, don’t really want to chance it” Mark replied after a few seconds. “OK, that rules out the apartment party then” Kyle said. “Let me ping a friend of mine and see what the other party was like last year” Mark said. “Cool. We could still go to the party here and just not fuck any more of your neighbors” Joe said with a grin. Mark was tapping out a message on his phone when he stopped. “Any MORE?” he asked. Joe and Kyle told him about their meeting in the hot tub and Mark just shook his head. “At least they don’t know that I’m your brother and they knew you were charged up before you fucked them” he said. Mark finished the message and hit send. A short while later Joe’s phone buzzed. He read the message from Greg that said “u mad at me?” Joe really didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the job offer, but he needed Greg to know that the extent of their relationship was casual sex. He typed back “No” and hoped the discussion would end. When a message came back he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky and he read it “OK. Just hadn’t heard back from u.” “Maybe now the discussion will be over” Joe thought. His phone buzzed again and he picked it up, fearing another message from Greg. It was from Raphi and it said “Hi.” Joe responded “hi. sup?” “wondered when u were going home & if we could fuk again” Raphi asked. Joe chuckled. He replied “going back the 2nd. maybe we can fuck, not sure when.” Joe started thinking and after several minutes of silence asked Mark “Who can go to the New Years party here?” “Uh, anyone really. It’s BYOB and everyone is supposed to bring an appetizer. One of the tenants is going to DJ. Last year people would hang and hookup and go back to their apartments to fuck then come back to the party. Why?” “I was just thinking we could invite a few people and maybe have our own group to fuck with. That way we don’t knock up your entire building” Joe said and then laughed. “Hmmm, that sounds interesting. Are you thinking of anyone in particular?” Mark asked. “Yeah, I am. Do you know if Paul, Dan or any of the other guys that we met the night we arrived might be free?” asked Joe. “I can check. Are you looking for poz guys?” Mark said as he pulled out his phone and started sending messages. Joe nodded and did the same with a couple people. He hesitated and sent a third message and then crossed his fingers. Eric walked in the front door and laughed. “I hope you guys aren’t texting each other from 6 feet away” he said. “We’re not that bad. Just trying to set up a little fun for New Years Eve. I’m not sure what Joe is planning but I’m sure it has something to do with sex” Mark said. “Oh? Do tell” Eric said. “There’s a couple guys from the place I took the job offer that want to convert. So, I thought if we were going to a party and Mark doesn’t want to poz all your neighbors, we could bring in neg guys to knock up” Joe explained. “I like your thinking. Do you have room for one more neg guy?” Eric asked. “We don’t have any confirmed yet, so sure. Who?” Joe asked. “The only neg guy left in my office. Kai told me a few days ago that he wants to do it” Eric said. Joe’s phone buzzed and he read Raphi’s message. “Got one” Joe announced. The guys spent the next hour trading messages. “We have two and a maybe for the neg guys and seven for the poz guys. That should be good enough to get a result.” Mark sent off a message to the guy organizing the party and asked what to bring as an appetizer and was told anything but chips, dips and salsa. He wandered into the kitchen and looked around and sliced up a block of cheese and some deli meats and put a small bowl of olives in the center. “OK, our appetizer is ready” Mark announced and nobody made a response. “So, who are these neg boys you have lined up?” Mark asked Joe. “We have two confirmed and one maybe. One of the confirmed guys is Eric’s guy from work and the other is a guy I met at my interview and then at a hookup the other day. He’’s chasing. The maybe is actually a couple. One of them is chasing and he wants to keep it quiet from his boyfriend. He said he would let me know in about an hour if they can make it. If he does, we’ll have to sneak away and breed him quietly while someone else distracts his boyfriend. Oh, and he’s going to be my boss, too” Joe said. “Be careful there. You don’t want to have it bite you in the ass later” Mark said. “Yeah, I know. He wants revenge on his boyfriend who has been cheating on him” Joe explained. They laid around that afternoon resting until the party. As they were finishing up their showers, there was a knock at the door and the first person to arrive was Raphi. Joe opened the door and invited him in. Just as Raphi and Joe got to the center of the living room, Mark walked out of his bedroom naked. “Did I hear someone at the door” he said and stopped dead when he saw Raphi standing there with his mouth open looking at Mark’s unclothed body. “Well, hello there” Mark said. “Mark this is Raphi, Raphi this is my brother Mark” Joe said. “Joe, you didn’t say that the guy you invited was so cute. I may not let him go down to the party and let the vultures see him” Mark said. “Hehe, his hole would be wrecked by the time the rest of us would have a chance at him” Joe replied. “You say that like its a bad thing. I thought he wanted what we have” Mark said while his cock started to rise. Raphi looked at Mark, smiling, and said “I can’t wait to feel that cock inside me.” Mark grabbed Raphi and pulled him behind the couch turning him around, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans in one quick move. Mark pushed Raphi over the back of the couch and rubbed his cock over Raphi’s tight ass. Precum dripped from Mark’s cock and he leaned down and spit on to the tight hole and stood up, dragging his cock along the crack until the head met Raphi’s hole. Mark grabbed Raphi’s hips and drove his cock in slowly. Once past the sphincter, the anguish in Raphi’s moans faded and Mark started to pound harder. Joe dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He stroked his cock the rest of the way to full hardness and watched his brother fuck Raphi. Kyle walked out of the spare bedroom and watched Mark fuck the stranger and pulled his underwear off. A few quick strokes and his cock was dripping toxic precum on the floor. “I guess we’re going to have a warmup before the party, huh?” Kyle asked. Mark planted his cock in deep and growled as his charged load flooded Raphi’s ass. “I hope you were looking for a poz load, cuz you got one in you now” Mark said after the last pulses stopped. Kyle was walking towards Raphi’s ass and Mark moved aside. Without an introduction, Kyle shoved his cock into Raphi’s cum soaked hole. “Oh fuck yeah” Raphi grunted as another cock entered his fuckhole. Kyle remembered Mark’s first fuck with him and tried to follow it step by step. The only difference was that Kyle wasn’t lucky enough to have a poz load lubing his ass up when Mark had pounded and bred him in the storage room. Kyle held Raphi’s body and hammered his hole, both of them grunting on each thrust. He dug his cock in several directions, feeling the piercing tug and drag as he fucked. His balls began to boil and it was time for him to add his bug to Raphi’s neg cunt. He held his cock in all the way as his cock throbbed and pumped it’s infected seed inside to mix with Mark’s. Joe finally got his chance to fuck his future co-worker and he didn’t last long. He was so turned on watching Mark and Kyle breed Raphi, that it was only a few minutes of fast pounding before he was shooting his load into Raphi’s doomed hole. Just as he was pulling his cock out, the door opened and in walked Eric with his friend Kai. “Damn, you couldn’t wait until I got back?” Eric said. Joe saw the shocked look on Kai’s face who was probably not expecting to walk in on 3 naked guys and another bent over the couch with his shirt on and pants around his ankles.

Part 1 Yeah, I knew I was gay. I was only 18, and still in high school, but I had fooled around with a few guys. This was early 1990’s. My experiences had been quick and anonymous at the adult bookstore. The first couple times I just let a guy suck me in the video booths, but after several sessions I also found myself on my knees, blowing guys. I had gotten fucked exactly twice and both times it had hurt and both sessions were totally safe as both guys used a condom. I was, at that time, the total surfer twink, at 5’ 10” and 170 pounds, dark blonde hair and surfer tan. I was also totally not out. And still coming to terms with the fact that I not only liked guys, but that I was definitely more interested in the pleasing side of things versus sitting back and being pleased. But the bookstore was really hit and miss, and I was somewhat picky. My usual target was white guys in their late 30’s or 40’s. And that was really all I liked. Guys my age didn’t interest me really. So there I was, 18 and about to graduate high school and sneaking off to the adult bookstore when I just couldn’t take it anymore and either getting sucked or sucking guys. And I could still count my gay sex experiences with both hands at that point. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mom, who by then was either at work or at her boyfriends place. I had a lot of time to myself. We lived in a big apartment complex and I had to walk past a couple of buildings to get to our place from the parking lot. It was during one of those walks from the parking lot that spring of my senior year that I met Tom. I had kind of noticed him, even though he was pretty new to the complex. One, I had to walk past his patio and front door and two, Tom was hot. He was maybe 40 (turned out to be 44) and tall, 6’ 2”, but he was thin. I doubt he weighed more than me at 170. His hair was graying and cut very short. Our neighborhood was not gay Mecca, so I figured he was straight, probably some guy getting divorced. Anyways, I was waking up the path after getting off of my after school job and it was just getting dark. I knew my mom wouldn’t be home, but that was fine and I was used to making myself dinner. I saw him ahead of time on his patio so I wasn’t spooked, but I was surprised when he raised a hand and called out "Hey there, neighbor. I was standing here hoping a young strong guy would walk by." Slightly unsure how to respond I gave a light laugh, whereupon he continued "My name is Tom. I just moved in here a few weeks ago and I bought a new TV and need to move the old one upstairs but it’s really a two man job. Any chance I could talk you into giving me a hand?” Like I said, I already thought the guy was hot and, well, he was wearing a rather revealing a v neck t-shirt and gym shorts. Besides, it just seemed polite to help so I finally replied "Hi nice to meet you Tom. I’m Chris. I just live down the way, and yeah, I can help.” Smiling, he replied "Great, thanks. Come around the front door and I’ll let you in.” I walked in and my naive gaydar went off a little, but then I asked myself 'What do you know?' What was clear, however, is that the house was far from being slobbish. His furniture was tasteful and several cool, well-mounted, framed black and white photos hung on the walls. The TV of which Tom had spoken was prominently located in the living room, positioned on the floor. The new TV was in the prime position on Tom's entertainment center. “I really appreciate this. I just want to get it into my play... into the other bedroom, the first one at the top.” Most of the units in our development were the say layout, so I knew the room of which he was speaking was, in my house, my bedroom, so I knew what to expect. Tom led the way, hefting up his end of the TV, and I took-up my end, and we rather clumsily made our way up the staircase. As we began the turn into the bedroom doorway Tom grunted "Let's put it on the long desk up against the wall, ok?” It wasn’t til we set it down that I looked around and realized the purpose of the room, and why Tom had initially begun to use the word 'playroom' in identifying the room. Now, my experiences might have been slight, and I had certainly never been in a room built just for sex, but I was in one now. A bed on one wall, with the big desk which contained a TV, a DVD player, and a VCR on the opposing wall. The third wall was all mirror closets. And in the corner was something that took a naive 18 year old a second to figure out: a sling. In the most remote corner I couldn't help but notice a camcorder on a tripod. I think he noticed my shock and offered a light joke "Well, doesn’t everyone have a sex room?” He paused and then added more quietly, “Well, every gay man anyway.” He stared right at me when he said that. And while I was 95 percent sure before he said that, I knew now I was standing in Tom’s gay sex room. “Do you like it?” he asked. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour when I replied "I like it a lot.” He looked at me a long time. “Chris right? Chris, how um, how old are you?” “I just turned 18 in January,” I replied. This was totally different than a two minute blowjob in the dark. This guy was my neighbor. “Chris, I’m not the only gay man in the room right now am I?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "I was just gonna make sure the TV works right. Want to watch a video with me?” I again just nodded. “One thing though, one of the few rules of my room, clothes are definitely not allowed.” With that he stripped down. Holy shit. He was naked in front of me, and half hard. And his cock was amazing. I nervously stripped down. I was hard as a rock and tried to hide it. He patted the bed and motioned me to sit. “Don’t ever hide that from me here Chris. This is a place where we celebrate man sex.” He grabbed a remote and hit play and settled back onto the bed next to me. I couldn’t help staring at him and he seemed to want me to. I was so nervous still but could feel myself starting to lose control. The nerves were fading into want. I had never been in a guy's place before like this and had never had sex outside the bookstores, where it was all about rushing through as quickly as one could. Tom seemed in no hurry. As I watched him wrap his hand around his thick cock and slowly stroke himself, I thought 'Whatever happens will be fine and it’s nothing you haven’t done before at the bookstore'. I had no idea. I was 18. No one had shown me yet. Tom would. I just didn’t know it yet.

I never thought I would have an experience worthy of this site until this week. This is a true story. I was attending a conference in Phoenix for a few days and decided to check out FLEX SPA and see if I could get into some trouble, specifically a good ass pounding. After my co-workers and I had dinner we went our separate ways and I immediately did the usual bottom prep and changed and hopped in a cab. I paid at the front, stowed my stuff and wrapped the towel around my waste and started to check things out. The parking lot had been full, so I figured there must be a nice crowd. I wandered around for awhile with little interest from anyone, I saw one attractive guy in his room with the door open and he motioned me to come in which I did. We exchanged pleasantries and then he asked if I was a top or bottom and I said bottom. Unfortunately so was he. We both said too bad and I left and began my hunt for a nice cock to fuck me, but no other interest. After about an hour of this I decided to leave in another 15 minutes if nothing happened. Then it happened, a guy about my age walked up to me and asked if I wanted to go to his room and I said yes. I followed him thinking finally something was going to happen. We kissed and played with each other for about 10 minutes when he leaned back and asked if I’d be interested in having a friend who was there join us. I thought “jackpot”! He asked me to leave his room while he went to get him. I went to the pool and hot tub and after about 10 minutes walked by his room again and the door was open. I peeked in and saw him and 2 other guys one of which I recognized from the previous bottom incident, but the new guy was hot and had a really fat uncut cock. They told me there names were Louis, Larry and Terry, Terry being the one with the nice fat cock. They invited me in and I sat between all of them with Louis and Larry on the ends and Terry in the corner with his legs spread. I couldn’t resist and I started playing and then sucking him. The other 2 guys didn’t seem to be all that interested in playing but sat on either end of the bed watching. Not wanting to beat around the bush, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. His cock got really hard, fatter and about 7”. I went to town and started really sucking and was actually able to deep throat him and gagged every once in a while. This got him going and he became more forceful and asked if I was ready to get fucked. Hell yeah I was! Everyone rearranged on the bed with me on my back on the edge of the bed and Terry on the floor. I did some poppers and raised my legs. He lubed his cock and my ass and started to message my hole and pushing one and then two fingers in. I relaxed some and he then started rubbing his cockhead on my asshole. That really makes me crazy and I relaxed a littIe more. I was a little concerned because I had never had such a fat cock but he knew what he was doing and after starting to push in, my ass opened up and his cockhead entered me, and it felt amazing! He continued pushing his cock in until he was buried balls deep! He began to slowly fuck me and I was moaning and raising my legs higher trying to get every inch of that fat big cock inside of me with each push in! I was in heaven! The other two guys started playing with my nipples which just makes me crazier. After about five minutes of getting fucked, someone asked if I minded if they opened the door so anyone walking by could see. It had been a fantasy of mine to get fucked so others could see so I said sure. He kept fucking and I was moaning and telling him to fuck me! I remembered that there was a sling out in the lounge and asked if he would fuck me in it because I had never been fucked in a sling and always wanted to try it. He said sure, pulled out and we proceeded to the sling. I got in and put my legs in the stirrups waiting for him to enter me again. Before he did, he said he thought I should have some training to become a bottom pig! I looked at him and told him to start the training! He pushed his cock inside my ass again and I could not believe how fantastic it felt to have his cock using my hole. He started fucking me slowly and told me that he can fuck for hours! I said I’d wanted to see how long I could take getting fucked. Before this my max was probably 15 minutes. He started to speed up and tell me he was going to make me his pig and that he was going use my hole for his pleasure at which time he suddenly rammed his cock in to the hilt! I took every bit of him and my head went back and I pushed back into him, I had never felt something so amazing! I was loving it. His cock felt incredible and he knew how to use it. He kept telling me how he was going to use my ass and it belonged to him and that I would have to satisfy him! He fucked me in the sling for over an hour alternating speed, side to side every so often and every motion that was driving me wild. At times he would speed up to the point that he was ramming his cock into my ass, really pounding me and I was telling him to fuck me harder and egging him on. I had never felt such a fantastic fuck and my ass was taking it all and wanted more! After an hour in the sling, he stopped and we went into the room where they had 2 leather stands that you lay on your stomach and get fucked doggie style. This proved to be too difficult because of our size differences. I said I wanted him to fuck me in the sling again. My ass was aching to feel that fat uncut cock inside again, just twitching to feel him in me again. He entered me again in one slam and my back arched at the sudden intrusion, but I fucking loved it. I wanted him to just keep fucking me and feel his cock sliding in and out and we did for at least another hour or two, not sure exactly because I lost track of time due to the tremendous sensations his cock was giving me and unbelievably my ass was taking it and wanting more. But I also wanted to feel him cum inside me and I told him. All the while he had been telling me what a good pig I was and I was learning what it means to be a dick whore! He had been alternating strokes and movements all along, but he finally went to a steady pounding and I could feel his cock getting even bigger and I started moaning and telling him to cum in me. He really started to pound my ass faster and with one final shove he buried his cock into me and began cumming. And cumming. And cumming! He just kept his cock buried deep inside of me while his whole body spasmed and jerked on top of me for at least two minutes. His jerks finally subsided and his body slumped on top of me. It was fantastic, had to have been the BEST FUCK IN MY LIFE and my ass took it all and I still wanted more. We lay together for a while with his cock still inside and finally we untangled and got up. He was nice enough to give me a ride back to my hotel at 3:30! We said good by and my ass still twitches when think of what a great fucker he was!

Part 9; The kitchen timer went off. The hour was up. In that time Tom had fisted the twink using the 'Punch Fist' toy, and his own hands, naturally; using one hand in a beak shape, both hands clasped together in a beak shape (eventually going in halfway up his forearms), alternating between both fists clenched, and one hand fist clenched punching at an aggressive rapid rate. I happily watched, enjoying this HOT live show. 'Set the timer for another hour Keith mate. If Malcolm had any Lagers left I wouldn't mind one'. Fuck, was Tom going to fist the twink for another whole hour? Yes! I got Tom a Lager, and the boy some water, with a straw, which I held as he drank, making sure he drank it all. As he finished he looked up at me and said; 'I want lots MORE cum Sir. Are there any Sex clubs we can go to?' 'You Greedy Nasty Whore'. With that I spat in his mouth and slapped his face, put the ball gag back in his mouth, and restrained his wrists to the sling. Well, if that is what the little cunt wants, I shall help make his desire come true. Especially as it was his 21st in a few days time. Celebrate with a bang! As it is there is a large WhatsApp group of us, for a situation like this, where more horny Men are wanted at short notice. So, I put the feelers out; 'Tina'd blood slammed, fucked and fisted Twink currently being corrupted wants more cum'. As I enjoyed watching Tom now really totally destroying the boys cunt, I puffed, whilst also replying to the many messages coming through. Through the conversation I stated that anyone that did attend was to only piss in the bath, which must remained plugged. And bring your own booze, of course. The kitchen timer went off again. Tom carried on for a few more minutes. Wiping his hands we both sat back and admired his 'handy' work. The boy was now permanently gaping, so even when his Rose was retracted, you could still see it. But he kept it constantly blooming. Tom took off his executioners hood, looked at me, and gave a devilish smirk. His face was yellow and gaunt looking, and a few new KS lesions had popped up on his forehead. He looked rather deathly. He got up and walked over to the helpless twink. *I wanted to see this* I followed, placing myself sideways to the sling, kneeling. He rubbed his Spiked PA semi flaccid Dick on the boys bloom, taking not much time to be fully erect. He pushed in, and holding onto the sling chains he commenced a slow firm steady fuck. Getting up I stood behind the sling, to get more of a view of what the boy was seeing. A face of death towering above, it's owner having his Sarah Palin Dick impaled in an ass that was only several hours earlier much more innocent than it is now. Tom increasing his pace, looked right through the twinks eyes, and held an empty yet demonic stare. I went and sat on the rubbered mattress to get yet another view. Skeletal and pale, a captivating contrast to young tight youth. Tom suddenly took one final thrust. There was silence, yet, I could tell he was cumming, as his perineum twitched each time he squirted his load. Staying impaled, he lay on the boy, spent. ***** Squeal for Part 10 (next part to the evening) ...

Saturday stopped by the local bath house after my workout. Early afternoon. Checked in and hit the sauna. My time was limited so I ditched my towel and hit the sauna naked. Quiet as expected given the time. Nice looking guy entered the sauna and sat down. I was stroking and turned in his direction, he did the same. I walked over and pushed my cock in his face and he started sucking. I kneeled down to reciprocate and felt up his hole and knew I was going to nail it. He asked if I wanted to fuck. I stood up pulling him up and spun him around. Lubbed up, the head of my dic popped in and I slowly sunk in. The sound of the steam jets muffled his moans but he was tight and my dic could feel the vibration. I fucked him for at least 3 steam cycles before I unloaded two days worth. Classic pump and dump. We chatted in the shower and went our sperate ways.

The whole thing is typical American political diversion tactics that most Americans fall for: 1) We are facing a rampant and deadly drug crisis that owes its existence to the actions of a drug company (Purdue Pharma) and a wholesaler (McKesson just walked away with a small fine for a 2nd time in spite of the stomach churning 60 Minutes story on them), 2) the USA is far into bankruptcy and Congress just added over 1.5 trillion with a tax law that gave people money back in their checks to distract them of this fact. When the USA finally collapses it won't be from "illegal mexicans" taking our jobs or supposed "lazy blacks" on welfare or the "immoral fags" getting married: it will be from financial bankruptcy pure and simple, though all the socially programmed moralists will blame the former three, not the the later one (or the white heterosexual males overseeing it) because they have been trained to. 3) we have had multiple mass shootings in the last 24 months (including Las Vegas, Pulse Orlando, Parkland Florida), so what has the legislature done? They have waved the immorality flag and all gone after porn as the root cause...and all the sexually repressed unhappy Americans consuming it on the side have gone along with it rather than protesting to their Congresspersons, and no doubt feeling that much guiltier about their natural sexual instincts as a result.

Here we go, boys. More . ====================== Part 7 Dean sped up pounding Daddy’s ass, while talking a stream of filth. “You fucking whore faggot, you think you’re a top. You can’t wait for my cock to rape your hairy fucking cumdump. Begging for loads like a nasty little $2 whore. Like your son. Never seen such a nasty little faggot begging for loads. Now I know who taught him to be such a pig.” And on and on. All the while, pounding Daddy’s ass full of his long, fat, cut cock. Daddy was reduced to moaning gibberish, and trying to keep his cock inside Chris’ sloppy hole. Chris was desperate to keep Daddy’s cock inside him, so his greedy cunt would stay filled. So they held onto each other while Dean raped my Daddy. I was so turned on watching it happen, while my own cunt was filled with an enormous fat dick. Dean kept up the filth coming out of his mouth, calling Daddy a faggot whore and a dirty cumdump, while he pounded Daddy’s hole incredibly hard. Finally, with a shudder and a loud moan, I could see his nuts contracting and could tell that Dean was pumping Daddy full of a huge load of sticky sperm. Just like the one he had dumped into me. Daddy moaned, begging Dean to breed him. “Fuck Dean, I can’t ever say no to your load. Breed my fucking whore dump. Rape me full of your sperm. Turn me into your fucking bitch.” Dean just laughed and said “I already did, Mike. Boy turns into Daddy and rapes Daddy into submission.” Daddy laughed, turned and pulled Dean in to kiss him hard. Chris just moaned and said “Daddy Mike, will you breed me now, please?” I looked over and he was doing his best begging puppy dog imitation. Daddy laughed and started to pound Chris again, while a dribble of Dean’s jizz rolled out of Daddy’s cunt. Dean licked it up and fed it back to Daddy. Jack, the black dude who was raping me started to speed up and said “Fuck that was hot. Nasty fucking cumdump family. Fucking little faggot, you ready for another load of sperm? Tell me what you want!” “Fuck yeah, rape me full of that cum. Give me that fucking sperm load. I can’t get enough jizz inside me. I’m just a fucking whore for cum. Breed me motherfucker!” He pounded his cock a final time all the way inside my cumdump and I could feel his dick throbbing inside me. Using me to get off like I was a Fleshlight. Using me as a fuck hole. Using me to dump his load into. Knocking me up. Not a person, just a hole for cock and cum.. Just like Daddy raised me to be. Jack pulled his cock out of my gaping dumpster and immediately shoved a fat plug in so I wouldn’t lose any of the cum. I moaned like a whore and he rolled off me. Daddy sped up and I could see he was finally giving Chris the load of jizz that he’d been begging for. Daddy turned to me and said “you all plugged up, son? Good. Don’t wanna lose any of that jizz. Let’s get dressed and go. I still have a surprise for you.” We said our goodbyes to the other guys, got dressed and headed out. I couldn’t wait to find out what Daddy had in store for me. I was high as fuck and my cunt was still incredibly hungry for cock and cum.

Chapter One The more I stood there looking at the black steel door in front of me, the more I got pissed. He disappeared in the evenings during the week many times, only to show up with some lame excuse to where he had been. Tonight, I followed him. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. I expected to see him go into one of the many adult bookstores in our area, but he went passed them and down this alley. I wondered if he knew I was following him, because at the top of the stairs leading down to where I was now, he paused and looked at the entrance of the alley. A smug grin came across his face and then he descended to the door. With a loud bang, he was gone. My anger grew and without thinking about it I kicked the bottom of the door. The thud echoed through the alley way. I heard some loud clicking and the door swung open. “What do you want” a deep commanding voice said from the darkness inside. “I, um, I’m not sure……”I stuttered out. “You the fresh meat?” the voice asked “I……” Without starting my second word, a large muscular arm reached out of the dark, it’s hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, then a click and I knew I was trapped inside this place. Before I could say anything or even protest, the man pushed me into a room and order: “Strip” I was shaking with fear and without even thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head, stuffing it in one of the large brown bags on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and tossed them in. “Hurry the fuck up, the clients will be in soon” I undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them in the bag. There I was standing in my underwear, with this huge muscle man looming over me. “Underwear too,” he said, “Fuck are you shy?” Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my briefs I pushed them down my legs. His had went to my ass, rubbing it, then sliding his fingers in my crack. They moved up and down, teasing my hole. I was too scared to pull away and allowed him to play with my ass and hole. “Okay, lets get you strapped in and hooked up” he said. He grabbed my arm, around my bicep and pulled me down a darkened hall. As we moved I looked around, trying to see if my cheating bastard of a boyfriend was lurking around. I got a good look at the first room we past. It was full of glory holes, about 4 on each wall. I tried to get a better look, but the brute pulled me along. He pulled me around a corner and opened a hidden door. I could see a padded bench about waist high in the room. A black piece of leather covered an opening in the wall, blocking my view of what was on the other side. “Get up there and slide through” the brute ordered me. I quickly, got up on the bench on my knees. “Wait, stay just like that and relax” I was too scared to move. He grabbed a bottle off a shelf. It had a long thin tip on it. He squeezed it a bit and a clear liquid oozed out the top. Using his thick finger he rubbed that liquid up and down the tip. He positioned it at my hole and slid it in, squeezing it. I could feel the warm liquid coating my insides. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it out and put it back on the shelf. “Okay slide through” I laid down on the bench and slide my legs through the opening, lifting the leather just a little. “Keep going until I tell you to stop” I slide more and more. My legs were hanging out in the other side. I kept moving until the top of my ass was just past the edge of the bench outside the leather. “Right there. He positioned the leather up around my belly button and clamped it down on each side of me. He put my arm down beside me and strapped me in, then moved to the other and did the same. He pulled another strap over my chest and pulled tight. What ever was going on, I wasn’t going anywhere. He grabbed a clear plastic tube, that looked exactly like what you would see in hospitals to get oxygen. He hooked two hoops around my ears and then positioned two tips coming out of the tube up my nose, one in each nostril. “I don’t think this is right….” I said finding my voice. “Yeah they all say that the first time” “But….” “Relax and enjoy” he said leaving me in the room, turning off the bright light above leaving me in the dark. A few minutes later, I felt a hand around my ankle, raising my leg up. I could feel cold leather around my ankle shortly after. The slack in what ever was holding my leg was pulled tight and I was left with my leg in the air, unable to move it. Before I could even say anything my other leg met the same fate. A rough hand started to explore my ass, feeling my smooth cheeks and then my crack. The fingers pushed against my hole. I felt a sharp nail scratching the sides of my hole, then press inside. “Prep him good” a voice said. As the finger slid inside and started to scratch at my insides, I breathed deep through my nose. Poppers were flowing through the clear tube and I immediately felt the relaxing wave run through my body. The finger nail continued to scratch up my insides. “You’re going to love this” another mysterious voice said through the walls. I mumbled something, even I couldn’t understand. “Been coming here for weeks” the voice said. Even in my popper high I recognized the voice, it was my boyfriend David. I fucking knew it. “Just keep huffing and you will enjoy it too” My mind wondered if he knew it was me. I hoped not. The finger pulled out and I started to hear ominous music playing. In the darkness of my little room my mind began to wonder, what exactly was this place. Soon there were noises in the hall that brought my mind back to the situation I was in. Voices were talking, some I could make out what they were saying, others I couldn’t. “Look they have fresh meat” someone said rubbing my ass. “I will try that soon, but I am going to slid into the one that’s been here before” “Yeah, guess he’s not infected yet” “Been taking all the loads and haven’t turned” David said. “You need more then” a voice said. “Yeah, been giving it to the boyfriend too, want to pass it to him” David said. “Huff deep” a voice said. I heard a grunt and then David moaning. What the fuck was happening? Was he getting fucked right now? I felt a finger play with my hole and slid in and out. I tensed up a bit. “The more you tense up the rougher it gets” a voice at my feet said. The finger was replaced with a cock head, pressing against my hole. I huffed deep from my “popper line,” as the head push in and went balls deep. The pain was intense, yet dulled a little from the huffs I was continuing to take. “Just popped the new boy’s cherry” the man said, “going to open him up and seed him deep” Fuck, even through the popper fog my mind was in a panic. This man was fucking me raw, I only ever fucked raw with my boyfriend. I tried to move and I couldn’t, the restraints were too tight. I squeezed my hole, trying to force out the raw cock, but that only encouraged the man. “Yeah you bitch in heat, squeeze that ass around my cock” “Fuck, sounds like he wants to milk out that spoiled seed” “First time chasers are so fucking eager” My mind raced to come up with ideas on how to escape. I tried to focus on not breathing through my nose, but as the cock continued to pump in and out of my hole, the more I huffed the poppers. “Wish y’all were infecting my boyfriend” David said. What the fuck, I thought. Not only was he cheating and taking loads and trying to infect me with what ever disease he caught, but now he wants me here getting infected. My anger grew thinking about how fucking twisted this was. Yet, I hadn’t cried out for them to stop, nor did I expose to my boyfriend that I was in the dark room next to him. “I get that hole next” I heard a voice say. “It’s yours” It wasn’t the man fucking me responding. It was David’s top. “Heard the shit shot up there hadn’t taken, so they called in the big guns” “Yeah?” “Full blown, med resistant” There was a loud cheer from the other side of the wall. David was moaning loudly, could even hear him over the slapping of flesh as the two tops pounded our holes. “If that don’t take, I will go the blood route” David said. “Oh it will take” the man said. The cock in my hole was thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His balls were swinging and hitting my back when he thrusted in. They must have been so low hanging nuts. The head of the cock would meet the inside of my hole, pull it out just a bit and then his cock would be shoved back in balls deep. My pulse throbbed in my temples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, drumming out the rhythm of the fucking that I was getting. “Full blown huh?” someone asked, “you look like death is trying to beat down your door” “I take that as a compliment” the man said, “plan to infect as many as I can before I meet the grim reaper” David was moaning louder and louder as the slapping of flesh got louder and faster. Who ever was up his hole was pounding him like there was not tomorrow. The man up my hole was still pounding me at a good pace. “Here comes your first load of the night” someone said. “Shoot that cum up my hole, breed me you diseased fucker” David shouted. “Ohhhh fucccckkk” There was cheering as the man came up David’s hole. This encouraged my top who started to pound my hole harder and faster. I was grunting with every thrust in. “Cherry boy is about to get his first infecting” the man said. “Break his cherry, breed him deep” someone shouted. “Hold on buddy, it only gets better from here” David said. The man slammed into me deep. I could feel his cock pulse as his load shot out of his piss slit and splattered the walls on my insides. “Virus ho!” he shouted. There was more shouting and cheering as the man shot in me. I closed my eyes and felt my warm tears run down the side of my face, cooling as the moved away from my eyes. My mind was twisting in the guilt of what just happened. I was beating myself up for allowing this to happen. for not stopping the muscled brute from strapping me to this bench. “Beg for my disease” voice said, “Beg for my death” “Please gift me with your disease, your death. Shoot your mutated virus in me, to spread” David said. I heard a loud grunt and knew that the man had shoved his cock up David’s hole. “Oh fuck yeah Daddy,” David yelled, “deep dick me” I listened close as the man pounded David’s hole. My cock was hard and standing up, supported by the leather. A hand slapped my ass hard, making it sting and warm, then a cock slid up my hole. I moaned. A hand wrapped around my cock and slowly jacked it as the cock started to move in and out of my hole. “Milk that last untainted load out of those balls” someone said. The man started to jack my cock faster and faster, while his cock was pushed in deep, his crotch against me. I could feel my cum building. “Anyone wanna eat a virus virgin’s load” the man jacking me asked. “Oh fuck no” someone replied, “waste that shit on the floor” I felt a new hand take over jacking my cock as the cock in my ass started to move, pumping in and out. Soon they were moving at the same rhythm. Each time the hand slid down my shaft, it crushed my nuts. I wanted to cry out that I was about to cum, but did’t want David to know it was me on the next bench getting seeded by anonymous men, just like him. My muscles began to tense up as my cum load got closer and closer to shooting out of my piss slit. My ass muscles squeezed the cock in my hole, only to have it pump harder and rougher. “He’s about to blow” the guy fucking me yelled. “Jack him harder” someone yelled. “Milk that vanilla load” another voice yelled. “Empty those nuts, so they can fill up with poison seed” David said. My body tensed up more and I felt my muscles twitch and my cum shoot out. I could tell this load was shooting high. The men cried out as my piss slit opened and my load flew high in the air. The hand on my cock continued to jack and my cock continued to shoot. Until it to too sensitive and began to deflate. Once limp the hand dropped it and it fell on to my crotch.

Part 51 - New Years Party 2 Eric quickly introduced everyone until he got to Raphi and Joe stepped in to finish it off. Joe could see that Raphi was embarrassed about having guys walking in on him obviously getting fucked. Raphi was scrambling to pull up his pants and Kyle said “Not so fast, Raphi. Stay there a minute.” Kyle went in to the room and came back with a butt plug and stuffed it into Raphi’s swollen hole. “Now you can put your jeans on” Joe said with a snicker. Eric brought Kai over to Raphi and said “You are the two bottoms that are getting bred tonight. I want to see who gets the most loads. Kai, you’re already three behind. There’s a clipboard over by the door. Make sure your tops keep track of how many they gave you.” Mark went over and put three marks under the “R” on the clipboard. He went back and he and Eric moved the dining table over to the side and assembled the sling. Raphi, being shorter than Kai, was used to set the seat height and Eric brought out a couple bottles of poppers. Joe lit up a pipe and passed it around. There was another knock at the door Kyle let two guys in. “Hey Dan, hey Stu” Mark said as Dan and his boyfriend walked in. The two bottom guys looked over another pair of guys that probably would be trying to poz them up that night. Dan was a nice, if average looking guy. He was toned and had a nice tan. He had that wholesome look that belied his twisted sexual appetite. Stu obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. His upper body was built and showed off his wide shoulders. His thick, muscular legs looked a little oversized for his waist but he didn’t look too out of proportion. Little did the guys know that inside his pants was a third leg that was both thick and long and could easily destroy a pussy in a single fuck. The introductions went around again and the room started to feel a little small. There was another knock on the door and Mark opened it and invited Vince inside. Mark hadn’t seen much of Vince the past few weeks and was happy that he came to the party. After Mark’s initial breeding and then Mark and Eric’s followup, Vince had become a total bareback slut. The last time Mark had talked to him, Vince had been topping a lot more and really got off on stealthing neg guys with his newly infected seed. Mark told everyone about the clipboard and to take turns bringing Kai and Raphi back to the apartment to fuck and to please avoid the other tenants. Joe added that another guy might be showing up later with his boyfriend. They needed to be discrete with the boyfriend, he can’t know that Patrick is fucking other guys much less taking charged loads. The group went down to the apartment clubhouse and joined the party. There were a few guys in the pool and a few more in the hot tub, but most were in the clubhouse drinking and mingling. Joe stood near Raphi and they chatted a bit about almost everything but sex. “You know, you can go whenever you want. You shouldn’t feel like you need to beat Kai at getting more loads than him. I just thought this would be an easy way for you to connect with some poz guys and let you have fun getting fucked. I’m sure my brother and his boyfriend would love to breed you together or 1 on 1, if you’d rather do that” Joe said. Raphi chuckled. “No, that was hot earlier and I’m hoping it gets even better.” “Cool. I’m sure it will” Joe said. Kyle walked up and joined in the conversation. Joe felt his phone buzz and he read the message from Patrick - “on our way” and Joe smiled. Dan and Stu soon joined them and Raphi found the two right behind him, both grabbing his ass. Joe and Kyle grinned as they saw the two eyeing their next fuck. “If you’re not careful Raphi, you’re going to end up getting fucked against that wall over there” Kyle said. “Yeah, I think these guys want to tap my ass, but I don’t think I’m ready for getting fucked in public like this” Raphi replied. “That, and I don’t want to be the reason Mark gets thrown out of his apartment” Joe said with a chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, we get the hint. Raphi, want to try out the sling?” Stu asked. “Sure, it looks like fun” Raphi said and the three guys started walking away. Joe and Kyle wandered around and met a few more guys and were getting the feeling that every guy in the place wanted to fuck them. They saw Adam and Wes talking to a couple twinks and when Adam saw Joe, he blew him a kiss. Joe took another look towards the door and saw Patrick and another guy walk in. They eyed each other and Patrick and his boyfriend grabbed a drink and then went over to Joe and Kyle. “Joe, this is my boyfriend Jonathan” said Patrick. Joe introduced Kyle to them and they talked a bit. Mark saw Joe talking to a guy that looked really familiar and he wandered over. “Mark?” said Patrick. “Patrick? Wow, this is a small world” Mark said. “You know each other?” Joe asked. “Yeah, we used to work together until this asshole abandoned us for a better job” Mark said with a grin. There was a short pause and then Mark said “Please don’t tell me this is going to be your new boss.” “Not yet. Who knows, I might find a better job and leave him hanging like I did with you” Patrick said before laughing. Mark and Patrick started talking and Joe, Kyle and Jonathan felt a little left out. They started their own conversation and after several minutes, Mark butted in. “Joe, I’m going to show Patrick the product we worked on. Do you want to see it too?” Joe nodded and excused himself. “We’ll just be a few minutes, babe. I’d invite you up but I know how this stuff bores you” Patrick said to Jonathan. Jonathan and Kyle resumed talking as the three others headed up to the apartment. As they walked in, they found Raphi in the sling naked with Dan fucking his ass, Stu fucking his mouth and Vince stroking his cock waiting for Dan to breed him. “Chasing, huh?” Mark asked Patrick who just smiled and grabbed Mark’s cock through his jeans. Joe walked up behind Patrick and started unbuttoning his pants and Mark pulled his shirt over his head. Patrick only had on a jockstrap under his jeans and Joe was quick to slide his fingers between the crack and zeroed in on his hole. Pushing a finger in Joe laughed. “Prelubed?” he asked. “Yeah, Jonathan and I had a quickie before we came over” Patrick said. Joe unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop and pulled his hardening cock out the side of his jock. Patrick was pulling Mark’s jeans down at the same time and Joe bent Patrick over as he shoved his cock into the cummy hole. “FUCK!” yelled Patrick as his mouth descended towards Mark’s cock. Patrick stood there in the middle of the living room, bent over sucking one poz cock while getting his ass reamed by another one. Mark was fucking his cock into Patrick’s throat while watching his brother drill Patrick’s ass. He really enjoyed watching his brother fuck and it made his cock throb harder. The door opened again and the tops all looked to see who it was. Kai and Eric walked in and Kai said “Every time I walk into this place, someone is getting fucked!” “Now it’s your turn. Hope you’re ready to get charged up, cuz most every one of these guys has a gift for you” Eric said, pushing Kai towards the couch. Kai was a Japanese American, like Eric, except he stood six inches taller. His face looked innocent, yet his mind was far from it. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and a neatly trimmed trail from his navel down to his trimmed pubes that accented his six-pack . His seven inches of cut cock got a lot more action than his ass, but he considered himself versatile. His arms had some well earned muscle from his many hours in the gym. The colorful back tattoo extended down both arms to his wrists. Kai pulled his tee off and dropped his jeans and underwear and climbed on to the couch. Eric forced his tongue into Kai’s ass and Vince walked over from the sling and slapped his cock on Kai’s face. Eric’s legs were too short to fuck Kai from the floor, so he climbed up on the couch and drove his hard, leaking cock into Kai’s pussy. Kai screamed out, the scream being muffled by Vince’s cock that was now stuffed into his mouth. Eric hammered Kai’s pussy saying “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to breed your ass, Kai.” Dan was the first to dump his load and Raphi pulled off Stu’s cock long enough to yell out “Yeah! Give me that hot load!” before taking Stu’s cock deep into his throat one last time. Stu and Dan swapped spots and Stu mercilessly slammed into Raphi’s cummy hole with his monster cock. Joe was nearing his orgasm and rammed his cock in hard before his poison flooded Patrick’s hole. Joe and Mark swapped places and Mark didn’t hold back on shoving his cock into his former co-worker. Patrick and Raphi were sucking the cum off the guys that had just bred them while enjoying a new deathstick in their ass. Eric put his arms around Kai’s muscular chest and hugged him as his hips rammed his cock in hard and fast. “Here’s your first toxic load” Eric grunted as his balls tightened and cock pulsed and he filled Kai up with his virus enhanced cum. Vince could feel Kai moan as his guts filled with Eric’s semen. Eric slowly pulled his cock out and saw the evidence of how much damage he had done to Kai’s rarely fucked cunt. Vince was ready and as soon as Eric was walking to the other side of the couch, he plowed into Kai’s swollen hole. Grunts, groans, moans and the slapping of skin filled the apartment while the three neg guys got fucked and bred. After Mark had finished breeding Patrick, he moved him over to the couch next to Kai. Dan’s cock slammed into Patrick and Joe’s went into Kai’s mouth. Eric walked up to Raphi, laying in the sling with an evil look on his face. Raphi looked back at him, smiled and said “Fuckin’ do it. Wreck my hole and knock me up.” Eric slammed into the well lubed hole and tried his best to make sure Raphi wouldn’t shoot many more neg loads.

Any negative bears looking for a daddy hmu. I love shooting my seed in a hairy fuckin cunt!

FT. LAUDERDALE - Flew home at noon on Sunday, had my bottom boy at his birthday dinner at 6pm, had him in bed with me by 11pm. We started with some cuddles while watching a Pixar movie and that quickly progressed to rubbing and kissing all over. He makes the sexiest whimper when I kiss his abdomen, his neck, his back, his inner thigh or his ears. I have found his spots. I didn't want to fuck right away so we extended our foreplay throughout nearly the entire movie! He was writhing as I worked my tongue to his ass. I don't know how the boy does it, but he took my cock in everywhich way I could imagine. Doggie, missionary, reverse cowgirl, on his side, me standing on the side of the bed, etc. As good as it felt, my goal was to make him cum first. His eyes were rolling to the top of his head as I got my daddy dick deeper and deeper into him. He finally couldn't take it anymore and rubbed his dick. He shot a huge load from his stomach all the way to his neck (he's 6 feet tall). I slowed down to let his ass relax after cumming before I began to speed up my pumping again. As I pumped harder and harder I could feel that load building in my balls. Soon I was exploding in his boyhole. We collapsed and fell asleep quickly thereafter. About 8:15 I woke up and we were still cuddled together naked. He was in a position where his cute little ass was pointed right at my crotch. I immediately got a hard-on. I spit on my hand and slowly moved my arm down so I could lube up my cock. I put the wad of spit on my cock and then went straight for his hole. He was asleep but when I entered him he woke up. He didn't scream or buck away --- instead he moaned and pushed his ass onto my cock. WHAT A GOOD BOY! I really just wanted to be inside of him and stay there but he had other ideas. He was ready to get pounded. I obliged. This time we only fucked missionary after the initial sideways entry. I was relentless and he was screaming waaaaay too much as my grandfather was in the next room. I put a pillow over his face to muffle the moans and screaming. The way his legs were against my chest presented his hole to me in a way that I had perfect access to his hole. I pounded and pounded, hearing my balls slapping against his butt. Next thing I know, I'm adding another load to my boy. He later said, "Oh my God, you fuck me so good." I love this boy.... hopefully someday you tops will get to tag team him with me! For now - happy breeding, pigs!

Part 6; Without cumming Tom stopped fucking, and we both fisted the boy in every which way possible, individually, and together. After about an hour of continuing to wreck the twinks cunt I thought, 'Where is Malcolm?' I went to check on his whereabouts, and he was in the lounge, chilling out, drinking his lager, and quickly it seemed, he had downed 6 bottles in the time he had left the playroom. Like I had done earlier he had been saving his piss especially for the boy. He stood up, 'Right, let's go back up', then putting on his Gas Mask. Back in the playroom Malcolm asked Tom, his voice now distorted, to hit him out a Rose. '1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ... Push'. Tom moved his self and the stool away allowing Malcolm to take the reigns. Like his predecessor he grabbed the washing up brush and vigorously brushed the twinks ever growing bloom. Unzipping again he took his erect Dick out, which was still oozing Gonnorhoea, and he milked his perineum which seem to increase the flow of his infection, and spread it all over the boys Rose. He slid in deep, and stayed still, focusing. After a few minutes piss was steadily trickling out of this gaping cunt. I grabbed a bucket and placed underneath to catch the leakage. Malcolm pulled out, and his pissed gushed out. He again penetrated. Once again taking a huge piss. Again upon pulling out a huge amount of piss gushed out. He repeated this a third time. He then asked me; 'Keith, do you have that 'Gask Mask Funnel Hood' to hand'? I did indeed. Basically, inside this Gask Mask where the mouth would go is a hollow bulb that goes into the mouth that is open at the other end so anything that goes into that hollow bulb is forced down the throat. Malcolm carried the twink into the bathroom, and ordered him to kneel, facing outwardly. He came back to the playroom for the bucket of piss, I followed carrying the Mask, whilst Tom stayed behind for a bit of puff time. The bath was plugged up, the ball-gag was removed, and the boy had the bucket of piss poured over him, some down his back, and some down his front, so he was now drenched, and kneeling in it. 'Suck me, and look up at me whilst you are doing it'. He slowly slid in his semi flaccid Dick of pus, and slowly slid it all the way out, and all the way in, and all the way out, and so forth. I could see Malcolms Dick growing. Taking it out out I could see it was now fully erect, banging it on the boys face. Sliding it back in he with no warning started to fuck his face hard and fast, on the final thrust held his head firmly in his pubes, until he choked and spluttered. He withdrew his Dick, and milked his perineum, again, more infection flowed. Spitting in the twinks face he said... 'Lick that up you cunt'. He did as ordered. He left to get a few more lagers as I attached the Funnel Gas Mask. Swiftly returning, with 4 more bottles, he downed one in a matter of seconds. Impressive! He took a couple of swigs from the next bottle; 'Hands behind your back, and look up at me'. Whilst continuing to drink his lager, he started to piss, and begin filling up the funnel. Soon the boy started frequently gulping. I got Hard instantly at that wonderful sound, and started stroking. The funnel empty, it was soon filled up again, this time both Malcolm and I spat a few times each in the funnel held piss. Once again, the sound of frequent forced gulping sent a surge of depravity though my being. I was now beyond hard. My Dick was solid, and dripping pre cum again. 'Bring my Lagers Keith'... to which Malcolm carried the twink into the playroom, and put him on all 4's on the rubbered up Mattress. I got behind him. My turn to punch fist. Lubing up my fist... '1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... Push'. He pushed out his cunt, leaving me to enjoy licking and sucking his Rosebud. Wiping my precum on his Rose I pushed it back in, and started fucking hard and steady (not slowly but not pounding). I could not feel his insides at all now since I last fucked him. He simply felt very warm, and wet inside. I really love that sensation. I was ready to blow again, but held on. Malcolm refilled the funnel so I had to change my pace, and fuck slowly (just as well as I was getting very close), as to not spill any precious piss. Then that magical sound, forced gulping. All I needed to hear; 'You fucking Nasty Cunt'... I immediately picked up my pace from slow and light movements, to gripping on to his waist tighter, breathing becoming erratic, grunting, with slow yet extremely hard thrusts. I suddenly felt my soul consumed with a satanic force. I was fucking him like I was the devil. I arched my head back, grunting loudly as I shot my second load into him. I had been using the small Rose-Bud plug on him until now. I now plugged him with the large size. Tom piped up; 'Let's Slam'. Part 7 to follow...

Part 5; Re-entered the play room, I placed a large vinyl play sheet on the floor. Perching on a stool in front of the sling I took out the Rosebud plug (time for a real Rose), and liberally lubed up my Bare hand and forearm with the fisting gel I had made earlier. A combination of PnP, entry a few inches past my wrist was very easy! Starting with fingers and thumb forming a beak shape I twisted and turned, building up to mid forearm. Pulling out I changed hand shape to a proper fist, and carried on as before. Then changed to alternating between slow punch fisting (left to right to left hand and so forth) to clasping both hands together and going in up to both wrists. Alternating between all of the above we played like this for a good hour. The boys hole was now beautifully gaping. During play I could see his rose eager to bloom, so assisting I pulled back his inflamed puffy lips around and behind his rose, licking and sucking on his bloom. I heard some noise downstairs. Tom must have arrived. Being very close trusting friends he obviously has a key. I carried on playing with the boys cunt. After a while I heard footsteps. Looking up there were two people at the play room doorway. Tom, who was completely naked with the exception of his moustache, army boots, a Leather executioner hood, and a red hanky around his neck. Accessorizing with his long term PA which today sported a large spiked gauge'. Plus he was holding onto a dish washing brush. The second figure, none other than our skinhead friend Malcolm, fully clothed in his usual gear; Braces, 20 Hole Boots, etc, with Heineken in one hand, gas mask in the other. He is in his early 30s, broad and stocky, and is part of the bug club. He had been diagnosed about 4 years ago, and had never taken Medz. Apparently his last viral load saw an increase from 73k to 226k. His specialist had recommended he start treatment, but, he wasn't ready for that yet. I could see through Toms eye pieces from his executioners hood that his eyes were looking yellow. I had not seen him naked either for several months, and he had several new KS lesions, and like me had also lost a lot of muscle mass. His bones were very prominent. I was actually pleased he was re-starting treatment next week. Tom walked over, lubed up both hands are forearms, which I took as my cue to get off the stool. He took my place and got to play. Malcolm unzipped his jeans, and along with his lager plonked himself against the wall on the rubbered up mattress, stroking. I sat next to him and couldn't help but notice he was oozing a creamy gunk from his Dick. I knew what that was. I mouthed to him; 'Gonnorhoea'. Affirmative with a nod. Jesus, this room was now a plethora of active infections. The audible silence was eventually broken with Tom speaking; 'When I say 'push', you push like you are having a shit, and hold it there'. Instinctively, the boy went to remove his blindfold. I got up and stopped him, and restrained his wrists, and attached a ball-gag in his mouth. Tom started punch fisting the boy hard and fast, audibly counting to 10. He got to 10... 'Push'. The boy did as he was told, to reveal a huge big juicy rose. Tom reached for the dish washer brush and vigorously brushed this beautiful juicy flower. He then stood up, took the tip of his Dick and using his spiked PA started stabbing the boys gaping cunt. Then he plunged in, and started fucking, no mercy. He might have been rather unwell, but he still showed signs of his usual insane stamina. Malcolm went to get another lager, taking his gas mask with him. Now it was time for the boy to become more aware of who was there. I took his blindfold off, and sat against the wall. I started stroking, getting really turned on by seeing Tom ploughing the now very loose cunt of this sweet twink, and seeing his pale wasted ass (his asshole was no longer hidden by flesh). Part 6 to follow...

Part 2 Rob awoke refreshed but horny. His throbbing morning wood reminded him it would need some attention soon. First however, he needed to hit the gym and pump up. That extra testosterone would make him even more horny and ready to fuck, but based on the action he got last night he was confident it would be no problem to get some release later in the day. The hotel gym was small but adequate for a quick workout to pump up his muscles and clear his head. There was only one other person in the gym, some middle age business type. Rob knew the type as soon as he saw the wedding ring on his finger and the frequent stares at him as he worked his pecs on the machine. “Geez these married guys, they are so obvious about wanting my cock they can’t even stare discreetly”. Well time for a show; Rob stood up and casually gripped his crotch and rubbed it allowing the big outline of his cock to show thru the thin gym shorts. Rob thought the guy’s eyeballs would pop out of his head and was sure he saw a trace of drool as “Mr. Married Businessman’s” jaw dropped. Maybe some other time thought Rob, I’m sure I can do much better. He grabbed his towel and left the gym to go back to his room and shower. After his shower, Rob checked his phone and had several message from the various hookup apps. He had forgotten he had posted a travel ad to both A4A and BBRT. He quickly scanned the responses; they were the usual quick messages indicating they’d love to play while he was in town. Funny there was one response on BBRT from a cocksucker that said he so enjoyed sucking out his load in the bathroom of Rawhide and he love to do it again. Rob did not recognize the guy from his posted pics at all, but then again he only saw most of his cocksuckers last night from the top of their heads slurping down his cock. Rob quickly replied; ”Sure, see you later this weekend, I’ll look for you on your knees”. He was about to log off his phone when he got a message notification, this one from A4A. It was another New Orleans tourist looking for some fun. The profile wasn’t bad, the guy was 25, masculine looking and according to his location he was close. Rob responded asking him to unlock his private photos as he unlocked his own private pics of his hard cock. “Nice bubble ass!”. Rob could almost feel the guy blush. The guy’s name was Matt and he was visiting from Texas, his profile said he was a versatile top and only played safe but Rob knew he could get the guy to rethink that. Soon they had arranged to meet face to face at the bar OZ a short distance from them both. “We can just grab a drink and get to know each other “ Matt implied. Rob thought “Yeah right, the only thing that I’m going to get to know is the inside of your tight ass with my raw cock”. It was going to be a hot humid day in New Orleans so no need for any underwear; he threw on a pair of well-fitting cargo shorts, a revealing white tank and a pair of flip flops. He was out the door in 5 minutes and on his way to Oz. Matt matched his profile pics well so when he walked up to Rob he knew immediately who is was. He was possibly a bit shorter than the 5’9” his profile professed but with a little bubble ass like that it didn’t matter. Matt clearly took care of his body but he wasn’t a muscle stud like Rob. Now was the part of the chase that Rob hated, the small talk and pleasantries before they could get down to action. “Do you wanna party and flip fuck” Matt finally quietly asked. “Sounds good what you got to play with?” replied Rob. “I have some Molly with me if you want to sneak into the bathroom, then we can head to my hotel and play”. So off to the bathroom they went. Matt handed Rob a pill and then swallowed one himself with a quick chug of water. Rob took the pill and with a small slight of hand acted like he swallowed it but actually pocketed the pill for later. He figured it could be useful at a later time. By the time they got to Matt’s hotel, Rob could tell from his eyes that Matt was starting to fly. Once in the room Matt had definitely lost his shyness and quickly stripped and was fondling Rob’s ass and cock. As Rob stripped he pushed Matt to the bed and stuck his cock into Matt’s awaiting mouth. He wasn’t a bad cocksucker but he needs to take it deeper thought Rob. He then started forcing his fat cock farther down Matt’s throat.. He gagged but Rob was persistent, he did want to pace himself though and save his load for that bubble ass. When Matt finally came up for air he said “Suck my cock too, let’s 69”. Rob begrudgingly wet his hand and stroked Matt’s cock. It was a decent cock, about 7” although not very thick. “Hey buddy, why don’t do a shot of tequila from that bottle you have over there and really get down and dirty?”. Rob nodded in agreement so Rob removed his shorts from around his ankles and went to pour some shots into a couple of cups. For Matt’s shot though he had an extra surprise, the other Molly tablet. Using the tequila bottle he quickly crushed the pill and while blocking Matt’s view by giving him a view of his clenched ass, he swept the drug into a cup and added tequila. He poured himself a shot as well. “Bottom’s up!” grinned Rob. Rob then straddled Matt and placed his ass in his face. “Get my hole ready buddy – start licking”. Wow, the tongue eating his hole felt so great he was dazed for a moment but then moved his hand to his prize, he needed to feel that tight puckered pink hole that was ripe for the taking. He slid his finger in and Matt let out a slight yelp. “There’s lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer”. There was no way he was going to use a condom but a little lube would be useful. As Rob roughly worked 3 fingers into Matt’s ass he shifted and pushed his cock back into Matt’s mouth. It was almost show time. Rob could tell by the mouth on his cock that Matt was really flying and almost completely out of it by this time. SUCCESS!. Rob flipped Matt on his stomach and propped his ass up with a pillow and spread his legs to give him full and easy access to his hole. “Condom” Matt whined. “Of course buddy” Rob reached grabbed a condom and ripped it open. He dropped the open wrapper next to Matt’s face so he could see it and paused a moment rubbing the condom between his finger to make it sound like he was actually rolling it on his cock. On second thought, he did ask nicely so maybe I should give him a condom fuck Rob thought with an evil grin, so he barely put the condom on the tip of his fat mushroom cockhead and with that pushed the head into Matt’s awaiting ass. Even in Matt’s drugged state, that cock felt like it was splitting him open. He cried out at the invasion, “More lube, pull it out!”. “You’re a noisy little bottom slut aren’t you? You need to keep it down a little” Rob said as he shoved Matt’s underwear into his open mouth and placed a pillow over his head. “There that’s better”. He then pulled out his cock. Magically the condom was gone, lodged somewhere just inside Matt’s ass. He spit on the open hole in front of him and then again on his cock. “There’s your extra lube” he sarcastically said as he thrust the entire 8” ball’s deep into Matt’s ass. Matt bucked violently but he was no match for Rob’s strength that was pinning him down and soon he was quietly moaning as Rob deep fucked his hole. This guy’s ass was sweet, he loved how it gripped his cock and the sound of his balls slapping against the pale white cheeks was like music to his ears. Thirty minutes later he felt his balls churn and he shot a load deep in Matt’s ass. As he pulled out Matt actually felt empty and could feel the air conditioned hotel air rush in to his stretched abused hole. Rob could see Matt was still conscious by the way he wiggled his ass. It was almost like he was begging for round two. Matt’s ass looked a bit loose from the pounding it just took, but Rob thought “What the hell, my cock is hard again so might as well take advantage, this slut needs to learn he was meant to be a bottom”. So with that thought he fucked Matt in every position possible for another hour and gave him 2 additional loads then jumped in the shower to clean up. Matt rolled on his side and reached back to feel and finger his abused hole. A look of horror showed in his eyes as he realized it was gaping and that there was a mixture of cum and blood leaking out of it. As Rob went to leave he saw Matt’s dazed look and simply said “Don’t worry buddy, that really is Neg cum, I only Top. This will give you something to think about when you play next time now that you’ve realized what a pussy boy bottom you are”. “Oh and at some point in time you will probably find that condom, it's lodged deep in your ass somewhere, enjoy the rest of your vacation” With that Rob walked out the door.

It's taking me years, but I'm gradually building a hookup site to accompany Breeding Zone. Actually it will be a couple different, interconnected hookup sites – one for bareback, one for poz fetish, one for oral, one for vanilla, etc. I realize things change over time, so I want to understand what works and what doesn't work for you. Specifically, I want to know where you guys go first when you're looking for sex. Do you use a website, or an app, or do you skip all that and just go to a bathhouse or sex party, or what? I specifically want to understand your experience with BarebackRT since it will be the primary competition for what I'm building. It's grown a lot, but on the guys on there now as easy to hookup with as they were a few years ago? In other words, are quality sex pigs who actually want to hookup and fuck now or in the near future harder to find because bareback is so popular and the more average guys (or the prettier guys?) aren't actually as uninhibited and piggy as the ones who were on the site initially? It's sorta my theory that that's the case, but I wanna hear your thoughts. But overall, more guys are barebacking, but if they're pickier than the old-school bareback pigs (before PrEP got everyone to go raw and take loads), then more people doesn't mean a better experience when you want to fuck. Do you have any suggestions for how I can keep things piggy with what I'm building? Would going invite-only once things are up to critical mass be a good idea? I'm thinking I'll have a vanilla hookup site and people start there, and then to get access to the raunchy hookup sites guys have to be vouched for by a trusted member. That means guys will probably need to have sex with someone to get vouched for. Good idea? bad idea? Meanwhile with apps, I quit Grindr when it just became all buff torso shots. Scruff had more "regular" guys, but now it's getting to the point where it's all buff torso shots too (just more hair). Do the apps actually work for you? When was the last time you had a good hookup off an app? (And compare that to how much time you put into trying to make it happen). In general, what is it that you want to help you fuck and get fucked? I'm thinking a lot broader than a hookup site (which is one reason why it's taking me a long time). I mean for starters everything here on Breeding Zone will (a few years from now) get merged into the hookup sites. So there will be a social / sharing aspect to what I'm building – but also a hookup component. I'm also envisioning a place database similar to Squirt.org where guys can talk about their experiences at different places – only improved and not limited to a few views per day like Squirt. And then there are things like party listings – both commercial parties (which are technically lacking on BBRT, except CumUnion), and non-commercial ones like hotel gangbangs. So think about what you need to improve your ability to hookup and share it here… I can't make promises to do everything (I can only do so much), but your thoughts and ideas will definitely inform what I'm doing. Thanks!

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.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any relationship to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story. In the Cards I was cruising a website looking for some action when I became engaged in a discussion with another guy about card games and Russian roulette and the possibility of getting pozzed. I have always been interested in being a bottom among other bottoms and having random poz or neg guys breed me and then wait for the results. In my mind it is the ultimate chaser experience. The guy told me that he was getting a group four tops and four bottoms together—neg bottoms and neg and poz tops for a breeding session involving selection by a deck of cards. At least one top in the group would be poz. He needed one more bottom to complete the group. I thought about the possibility of risking being pozzed and the randomness of the draw had me interested. After thinking about it fir a few minutes I responded that I wanted to play. He gave me the address and told me to be there in an hour. Despite my apprehension at becoming poz, the odds were good that I wouldn’t and I cleaned up and drove to the address. It was a very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I was suddenly very excited because I had expected some sleazy place. The host met me at the front door and verified that I was indeed invited to the party. He was as described in his profile. Mid-30’s, white, youngish looking, black hair, neatly groomed. He had on shorts and a tee shirt, I could see the outline of his ample cock behind the material. I wondered if he was a top or bottom. I was then ushered inside to the very nicely appointed entry hall. I noticed six piles of clothing on the floor and was not surprised when I was invited to strip naked and leave everything in a pile on the floor. As I was stripping my host took off his shorts and tee shirt and laid them on a pile. His cock was awesome, even flaccid. He was cut and thick. Since the host had stripped while I was doing the same, I guessed that I was the last to arrive. Once naked I faced my host and he guided me to the party room. Six other guys were there lounging. It was a nice mixture of races and body types. I figured that the guys with the biggest cocks, including one black guy, were tops. No sex was taking place, but some drinks and munchies were being served. The room was large and I also saw that there were four areas prepared for sex, it was going to be a communal fuck session orgy. The host began speaking ,”Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s roulette breeding party. Four of us are bottoms and four are tops. The idea is that each top will breed at least one bottom tonight. You already know that at all of the bottoms are neg, or at least indicated to me that they are neg, and of the tops at least one is poz. There is a minimum 25 percent chance that the bottoms will be bred by the poz top. The poz top or tops are HVL and med resistant. Whomever the lucky bottom or bottoms are will likely convert as a result of tonight’s party.” I felt a chill go down my spine. It was real! But, I thought that there was only a one in four chance that I would get the poz top. He continued, “Here is how it will go down tonight. Each of the tops has already drawn a card, Ace, King, Queen or Jack. Each of the bottoms will draw a card and the top with the matching card will be their breeder. Once the initial breeding session is over, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the drinks, food and any other sex you desire. It is 10 PM now, at 11 PM, the status of each of the tops will be revealed and they have all agreed that they will likely be ready for sloppy seconds by then, if you desire a fuck knowing what is involved. And the bathroom is now locked—we don’t want any of the bottoms losing their hard earned cum loads.” I was in awe at how the night was going to play out. I was definitely taking a huge chance. But my naked cock was beginning to harden at the prospect of knowing I might be fucked by a poz guy. Did I really want to be pozzed? I liked the looks of the cocks around the room. Big and thick. Any of them would easily tear my bottom up and potentially provide a toxic ending.” “It is time for the bottoms to draw their cards. The order will be the order in which they arrived.,” came the next announcement from our host. I was last and watched the king, jack and queen get drawn. As each card was drawn, the cocks of the tops began to harden around the room. The game was on. The only card left was the Ace of Spades. It was time for the tops and bottoms to match up. As each of the tops went to their bottoms, I realized that my top was our host. He had the matching ace. He came over to me and smiled. “I had hoped that I would get you,” he said. “You are going to enjoy yourself.” He reached out and twisted one of my nipples roughly. I loved it. I love having my nipples abused and as he did that my cock began to swell in anticipation. I took a quick look around the room and saw the other three couples already beginning the process of coupling and breeding. Getting through the initial meeting and preparing the bottom to accept the seed of the bulls in the room. Our host led me to the sofa and pushed me roughly onto it and began to rim me deeply. He was preparing my bottom to receive the seed he was going to put into me. I wondered if he was THE poz top. He offered me poppers and I took a deep hit. He had a beautiful cock and I was anxious to begin sucking it to full hardness. Without warning he stopped rimming my bottom and pulled me close for a deep kiss. I loved the taste of my bottom on his lips. I knew he was getting close. His cock was nearly erect. I moved down to suck him, stopping to bite his nipples, which he enjoyed. He kept saying harder and I bit harder and harder. I took his 7 inch cut cock into my mouth and began bringing it to full hardness. I tasted his sweet pre-cum and wondered again, was he the poz top? After a short while of sucking his shaved cock and balls, he pushed me down onto the sofa onto my back and opened my legs. He bent down and lightly licked my hole and spit into it. He placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance to my bottom without any lube except the spit he had just put there. I knew this was going to be hard, but I was unprepared for what came next. He rammed his huge cock balls deep in one stroke and I felt my inner ring tear almost immediately. OMG, I thought, the way he thrust into me, he is definitely poz and I am going to be pozzed tonight. He roughly fucked me for a bit until I could feel lubrication surrounding his cock and reducing the friction. It was probably blood and I was able to get my fingers to graze his cock before he swatted them away. I looked at my fingers, while he was pile driving my hole, and confirmed blood. This was for real. I licked the traces of my blood off my fingers and realized that there was no backing out and no place to hide or change my mind. I was probably getting fucked by a HVL poz, med-resistant toxic cock. I was beginning to enjoy the hard pounding as the abuse had numbed my pain and I was beginning to experience the enjoyment of getting fucked. That is what being a bottom is all about. Getting fucked and taking cum. The fucking continued and he got into a rhythm that I could enjoy. He reached down and twisted my nipples roughly. I almost came right then. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I could tell the time was getting close. He bent his head down to kiss me. I loved getting fucked on my back so that the top could kiss me as he unloads deep inside of me. For a moment i was distracted and i heard one of the other couples complete their coupling loudly and compassionately. I also noticed at least one of the couples was watching us as our host for the evening was about to unload his yet unknown-load into my bottom. They were both jacking their cocks and the bottom of the group was fully erect enjoying the show. i snapped back to reality and looked into my host’s eyes. “Are you ready for my load to fill you,” he said. His words brought to bottom from the couple watching us to begin spewing sperm around and he put his cock into my mouth and I sucked him dry. I was about to receive cum in both holes. My breeder’s cock began to expand and I felt the beginnings of his orgasm building as I swallowed the sweet cum being provided to me. With a grunt and a loud exclamation out host announced: “Take my load you faggot. You deserve everything in it.” He drove his massive cock balls deep, past my destroyed inner ring and I felt it pulse at least ten times as he delivered his load deep into my body. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and hot. He kept his cock deep in me so that none of his precious load could escape. I held him and thoroughly enjoyed the contact after being roughly bred. After a few minutes he withdrew an presented my with his blood and cum covered cock to clean. I enjoyed cleaning off the likely instrument of my pozzing, I was amazed at the amount of blood on his cock. Although I still did not know officially, from the intensity of the fucking, I was pretty sure I was now pregnant with his poz babies. Our host stood up, his now flaccid but still large cock swinging and invited the others to sit. Each of the couple had finished and I could tell that the other bottoms had each had an almost equally enjoyable and rough experience. The tops were all smiling and chatting together, while we bottoms sat together somewhat stunned. Everyone had a drink and was enjoying some munchies while waiting for the news of who got pozzed. Right at Eleven o’clock our host began talking. “So now is the reveal. Who was poz and who was not.” He looked at the four bottoms and spoke directly to us. “You thought this was a classic roulette party where only one of the chambers had a bullet? No, it was a poz the neg faggot party. Only one top was neg. The Jack was the neg top.” He paused for a moment for effect. I was stunned and took a big swallow of my doing. My ass was sore and bleeding. He continues, “I hope you are all happy that the cocks that pozzed your neg asses gave you what you wanted but were too afraid to actually get. As for you, he looked at the bottom who was fucked with only neg cum, “if you want to be pozzed we are all willing to change your status.” I was in shock. It was sinking in, I had been pozzed. Seriously. The odds had been against me getting out of the evening as a neg bottom. I had very mixed emotions, but wait, there was more. Our host continued, “For the three of you who were pozzed, each of us has the Cuban Strain of HIV. It promises to develop quickly into AIDS and is med resistant. Additionally, each of the cards came with some additional bugs. The guy with the queen had herpes and Hep-C. The poz guy with the king has gono. And I have syph.” I was in shock. With one fuck, I had been infected with one of the most virulent forms of HIV and syph, too. The room was quiet for a minute and the guy who was not pozzed spoke up, “Wow. Who wants to poz my neg ass?” All of the poz guys responded that they would love to do the honors. The poz guy with syph had a big cock and came over to me and said, “are you ready for more?” I looked him in the eye and responded, “Sure. I guess I want it all.” He smiled, I took a big swig on my drink to settle my nerves and we walked off to one of the sofas to fuck another poz load into my bottom and add gono to my new and growing bug collection. My transition from DDF neg was complete. What a party this was.

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

It had taken a while, but I'd finally done it. After fucking countless bareback whores, over a lengthy 'career' as a punter, I'd finally lived out my dirty fantasy ... a story I'll now tell. I awoke in the early hours. Around 4ish. Feeling exhausted, but exhilarated. The bed I was in was filthy. And stank of piss, cum and alcohol. I suppose I should have been grateful for the lack of shit stains. I was naked, but partially covered with a sheet. The room around me was quite dark, with just a rays of early morning sunlight coming through the gaps in the curtain. And I could clearly see the outline of the door, as someone had left the hallway light on. Just enough light to see that the room was as disgusting as the bed. A pigsty. Trash all over the floor. And, on closer inspection, the used needles were also visible. I looked to my side, to see the woman who lay next to me. I'd been aware she was there before seeing her, as her body was - in part - tangled with mine. Our legs still locked in an embrace from the passion of the night before. She too was naked. As she lay there, on her side, I had a clear view of her tits, shoulders and face. Nice tits. Somewhat tiny, but pert - just as I like them. And her face was cute. Almost beautiful. But it was, even in sleep, a troubled face. No wonder. She was a 19 year old junkie, paying her way by selling her ass. Perhaps to as many as 6 or 7 different blokes a day. She'd spread her legs for anyone. All cummers welcome. So long as you paid her £20 or £30 for the privilege. And most of that went straight to her pimp "boyfriend" (some bloke in his late 40's, also a heavy drug user). It was her pimp who'd arranged for my visit to this young lady. I'd met him through an acquaintance, and we'd agreed to have a drink in some dingy bar. I'd asked him a few questions, to see if he could arrange the sort of meeting I was after. No problem, he said. And, shortly after, the deed was done. This woman next to me, this out-of-her-head junkie, was the stuff my perverted passions had lusted after. Slim, almost thin, with long dark hair (almost down to her backside). And HIV+. She'd got infected, I guess, from sharing needles. That had been a while ago - and the infection was starting to take it's toll on her looks. Whatever strain - or strains - of the disease she had, her viral load was likely high ... And I'd fucked her bareback. Nor just in her pussy, but in her ass too. Both holes had been tight. And both had been well lubed before I entered her. I'd paid to watch her "boyfriend" fuck her first, along with one of his buddies. They'd both unloaded their man-muck inside her, filling her up. Their seed was infected too, both of them being HIV+. I'd sat, watching (with my cock in hand, as hard as could be). Then, once they'd had their pleasure, the two blokes left. Just me and her, in the filthy bedroom. Then, as I'd requested, she took out her paraphernalia - and I watched her 'shoot up'. I could see her getting high. And then she jacked me up, using the same syringe. We lay on the bed, high, and then had sex. The best sex of my life ... It was about four hours later that I awake. I'd finally lived out my dirty fantasy.

SQUEAL SQUEAL SQUEAL

Last night stopped by the video store near work after waiting for a bit about ready to leave when one of my go to guys walked he used the bathroom and then we headed to the booths. I quickly took him I my mouth as he swelled to full erection and reached and grabbed his ass so he can pump harder in my face. He popped what tasted to be a four day load in my hungry mouth. I didn't want him to stop. Afterwards we talked as we headed to our respective homes

This is one of my biggest turn on nothing makes me feel like a worthless cock sucking fag then to be forcefully forced to suck a hot meaty cock the sound of you slapping your cock to degrade that cock sucker is one of the hottest things I have had done to me the finally would have to be ether being forced to swollow or the cock snatched out my mouth a fat load of hot cum squirted over my face as the hot cock that I just had fucking my throat is slapping the huge cum load over my face the thought of being humiliated is such a turn and and very annoying when you have had no action

Was in town and decided to check it out since I'd only ever been to Club Philly CumUnion parties. Very hot night, about 100 guys wandering around and I took 4 loads in the dark room. 2 were back to back and that was so hot as the guy pulling out held my ass open for the guy following him. I got fucked by at least 4 others, but like most CumUnion parties, guys like to stick their cock in a few holes before they breed one

Fucked two 23 year old guys within the past few days. Both from Grindr. 1) short (5'6") latino twink boy that lives an hour away. Through broken English, he said that he had come to town to make a car payment and go to the mall. Hot little ass. Started off with him riding me, but then pushed him over and finished missionary. This was the second time I bred him, but it had been about 6-7 months. Hope he'll be back in town more often this summer. 2) white fit/jock type guy from about a mile away. I had messaged him several times over the last couple years but he never followed through, but this time the extent of our conversation was essentially: me: wanna fuck him: yeah, now? me: sure him: address? He came over, found me naked in bed (my usual scene), and stripped down and got on the bed to start sucking me...pretty quickly transitioned to sitting on my cock, and then just like the Latino I got him into missionary for a few and then into doggy until I bred him. Both guys were pretty much "arrive, strip, suck, fuck, cum, leave" quick hookups...but that was fine with me.

YES PLEASE!!! It's fantastic!!!! I am sure there is much more for the Twink to endure and love!

Part 7; The 3 of us had tourniquets put on, and using 3 different syringes/needles drew blood from one another. Then a 1/3 from each syringe was put into 3 new syringes, making 3 lots of a triple DNA cocktail. Still on all 4's, we got the twink propped against the wall, still with the Gask Mask Funnel Hood on, and Rose-Plug in place. Tom being Tom and his twisted mind, having just put a tourniquet on him, now with a marker pen, wrote on the twinks arm; 'Demon DNA here', with an arrow pointing upwards. I first got jabbed, with about 1/4 of a syringe full. Next up came Tom, he also got a similar amount. Malcolm was more than happy to donate, but he wasn't up for being 'slammed'. Fair enough. As the needle approached the twinks arm, he put his opposite hand inside the rubber jock I put on him at the beginning of the evening and started playing with himself. In it went. We all watched the plunger depress as the remaining 1/2 of that syringe load went in. Malcolm took one of the remaining 2 syringes, and squirted about half into the Gask Mask Funnel Hood, then took another large piss. That beautiful forced gulping sound soon ensued, and the lil twink had got a hard on and was now wanking. Malcolm pushed his hand away from the rubber jock, and placed the twink in the sling, restrained his wrists and ankles, removed the Funnel Hood, took out the Rose-Plug, quickly unzipped, and started slapping his semi erect Dick against the now well weathered hole. I knelt down sideways to the sling, inches away from dick and cunt. As per, he milked his perineum, and I got a close up of rank pus oozing out. In he went, sliding in deep. I stood up to see Tom attaching nipple clamps to the twinks so far neglected nipples. Malcolm wasted no time and was fucking hard and fast. As he got pounded the twink looked up at Malcolm, whose face he did not know, as he had only seen him with the mask on. That was HOT to watch. Malcolm started breathing heavily and grunting. His grunts got louder and louder and we could tell he had started unloading as with each of his final handful of grunts he slammed in hard. He zipped up and left the room. 'Keith, we are out of Fist Gel'. I'm not surprised. Off I went to make a new batch. ******* Do you want a Part 8?

Went to the vault in London, hadn’t been there in a while. But got there early on the bench area, ass pointing outwards. Got well fucked by 8 or 9 guys one guy with this really thick cock came back for seconds.lot of cum dribbling out by the end of the night

Part 3; I stopped what I was doing, to admire and take in the beautiful sight of this boy's slightly gaping cunt. Beautiful. I had every intention of stretching him even further, and not letting my handy work so far tighten up even just a smidgen, so I plugged him with an Oxballs Rosebud Spec-U-Plug that 'blooms' open once inside. 'Get up'. He got up, and was a bit unsteady on his legs, so, I carried him into the bathroom, and ordered him to kneel in the bath, back to the taps. I climbed in, standing, facing him. 'Hands behind your back boy, open your mouth, keep it open, and look up at me'. 'Yes Sir'. My long awaited pee came. The first splash hit his chest, then I aimed for his face, moving my dick around so his face was getting a good drenching. Then aiming for his mouth I began to fill him up, enjoying seeing my piss overflow down his chin and chest. 'Drink it' After swallowing my piss, I refilled his mouth again, and with further overflow I once again ordered him to swallow. I then purposefully stopped peeing, even though I needed to release a lot more, and ordered him to stay where he was. In the kitchen I mixed up a fresh batch of fisting gel, putting it in the playroom, then returned to the bathroom. I put my flaccid Dick into his mouth and focused on peeing again. I started to get a semi, when I started trickling. Pushing the back of his head to the base of my Dick he made frequent gulping sounds as he had no choice but to swallow. More piss to come, but I once again 'held'. 'On all 4's boy'. 'Yes Sir'. I removed the Oxballs Rosebud Spec-U-Plug. He was definitely gaping a bit more than before I first put it in. I got Rock Hard immediately. I plunged in balls deep. He was certainly now relaxed, and sufficiently stretched (yet not enough), as my Dick wasn't even contacting the innards of his cunt, and I have a decent 6" Girth when erect. I love a tight ASS, but, I love it even more when it is loose. As I was now erect I had to really focus to pee again, and resist the temptation to start fucking. And out it came. During at least 1 minute I pissed to completion. I fucked his loose non gripping cunt for a few minutes, with my piss sloshing about inside. I pulled out, and piss started gushing out from his gaping cunt. I crouched down and caught a mouthful, and held it in my mouth. Piss still pouring out I quickly plugged him back up with the Rosebud plug. I flipped him onto his knees, opened his mouth with my hands, and fed him from my mouth the mixture of my piss, his cunt juice, and blood. And maybe some of my bio hazardous pre cum too. 'Do you like to slam boy?' 'I don't know what that is Sir'. 'It is when someone injects their blood into someone else. Like mine injected into you'. His response was to rub his chest, put his bottom lip inside his mouth, looking at me with an intense look with moans and whimpers of ecstasy. I carried him to the playroom, got him some drinks and snacks then went into my office to give my friend Tom a call. Part 4 to follow...

Part 49 - Wolves in the Sheep Pen “Joe, Paul asked for your number. I hope you don’t mind me giving it to him” Mark said as he walked into the apartment after a run. “No problem. Do you know why?” Joe responded. “No clue. I was too in the zone while I was jogging to do much more than type it out, sorry” Mark replied. Joe didn’t have to wait much longer to find out when his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. “Hey Joe. Paul here. u free tonight? want to earn a little $? maybe ur bf too?” said the message. Joe showed the message to Kyle and then whispered to him “What do you think?” Kyle grinned and whispered back “It could be interesting.” “Mark, do you have anything planned tonight?” Joe yelled into Mark and Eric’s bathroom while Mark was showering. “No, I thought we’d just chill and buzz. Why?” Mark yelled back. “May have a gig from Paul, but I didn’t want to step on your plans” Joe replied. Mark laughed a bit and said “Go if you want to. We’ll still be here when you’re done.” Joe replied to Paul’s message and said “mmm, maybe. lets talk.” The phone soon rang and Joe answered “Hey Paul. How’s it going?” They chatted back and forth with Kyle trying to listen in but only getting bits and pieces of the conversation. “OK, cool. See you at 8 then. Ciao” Joe said as he hung up the phone. “So, here’s the deal” he told Kyle. “It’s a kind of roulette party. Paul is in charge of getting the tops. Its mixed neg and poz tops - 9 neg, 3 poz for this party. All the bottoms are neg. They choose the top based on their pic and basic stats, so we have to send him a picture and our age, height, weight. We just can’t show our biohazards or indicate we’re poz or neg. We fuck, we breed, we’re done. We get $300 each. I told him we’re in. If you don’t want to go, I’ll call him back right away.” “Fuck, that sounds hot. So the guys know they could get pozzed?” Kyle asked. “Yeah. They don’t know the odds, just that at least one of the tops is poz. Paul has been the lone poz top for the last few months, but he thought for the last party of the year he should jack the odds up” Joe replied. They went into the spare bedroom and pulled their shirts off. Joe took a few pics of Kyle, including one of him completely naked except for his hands over his tattoo and cock, and then handed the phone to Kyle. Kyle snapped some of Joe who then Joe sent the pics and their stats to Paul and let him decide which picture to use. Joe and Kyle lounged around the pool the rest of the afternoon and then went back to the apartment. Eric was sucking on Mark’s cock out on the balcony. The trees obscured most of it but there were a few angles where they could still be visible. Joe peeled his swimsuit off and started to stroke himself. Mark motioned for Joe to come closer. When Joe was out on the balcony, Eric stood up and Mark pushed Joe to the railing. "Lean on the railing and spread em" Mark said. "But..." Joe started to say and was shut down by Mark. He looked over the railing and felt someone spread his ass and spit on his hole. Seconds later, Eric shoved his dripping cock into Joe's pussy. Joe started to scream from the pain, but then realized where he was and held it inside. Eric started to pound in, with full strokes and did that about a dozen times and pulled out. Mark thrust his cock into Joe's now open hole and took his dozen hard strokes before pulling out. Eric went back in and they continued swapping back and forth until Eric shoved in hard and grunted as his poisonous load filled Joe's cunt. "Fuck yeah" said Mark as his cock dove into Joe's now sloppy hole. He hammered his brother's ass until he too was breeding Joe. Mark pulled out and slapped Joe on the ass. "That's what you get for abandoning us for the evening" Mark said. Joe and Kyle showered and dressed and waited for Paul to arrive. “You two have fun. I’ll have a big bowl packed and ready when you get back” Mark said. “Shit, I think I need that bowl now” said Kyle, visibly nervous. “Is this your first paying sex job?” asked Eric and Kyle nodded yes. “Forget that you’re getting paid for it. Its just another fuck. Paul said its mostly rich college guys. They have to pay $200 to get in, so they must be pretty horny to spend that kind of money to get fucked. Here, take a dick pill. It should take care of any, uh… performance anxiety” Joe said as he handed Kyle a blue pill. Kyle chugged half a bottle of water with the pill just as there was a knock at the door. Joe opened it and there stood Paul with a huge grin on his face. He walked in and said hi to Mark and Eric and said “Ready to knock some boys up?” Joe chuckled and said “I always am!” Paul drove Joe and Kyle over to a warehouse area and parked the car in a loading dock. “Since I organize all the setup, I have to get here early, I hope you don’t mind waiting around a bit until the party really starts” Paul said. “Not at all” Kyle replied. The guys watched the DJ unpack his rig and connect to the speakers, the caterers set up a table of hors d’oeuvres, a bartender tapped a keg of beer and set up glasses, bottled water and a few canisters for a pop dispenser. Another person set up a table by the door with a clipboard of names and 2 stacks of wristbands. A few garbage cans were set up and a few people were setting up partitions to make twenty fuck cubes and another communal area for group sex. Paul saw the amazed look on Joe’s face and said “The best thing about this area is its really easy to pick up these office cubes cheap. So many start-ups fail and most new ones don’t want to buy the used stuff since they think its jinxed.” In only 30 minutes, everything was in place and the party was ready to start. The DJ cranked up the music and the lights got dimmed. Paul came up with three cups of beer and continued “The guy that runs this party does a bunch of parties in this space - raves, orgies, blackout parties, even a cool halloween party and haunted house. Tonight, theres a social hour first and when you hear the first bell, all the tops will congregate near the fuck den in numeric order. At the second bell, the bottoms will line up out here in order. One by one, the bottoms will go and meet up with the top they selected and find a cube or they can choose to fuck in the open area. If the top didn’t show, then we have a few spares. Lets just hope we don’t have more than three no-shows. The bottoms randomly got a number to pick and two hours before the party, they log in and choose their top. Usually everyone is online at 7pm sharp. You guys are new faces, so you went first. I also added that you were visiting, so you were here one time only.” “Wow, that is really organized. Hope I get a hottie” Joe said. Paul chuckled “It doesn’t matter, you’re just here to fuck and breed. If you want, you can go a second time. Oh, and you have to be clothed when out of the play area. Shirts off is ok, but no underwear. We should go over and get our wristbands.” The three walked up to the table and there was a thin black guy standing there making sure everything was ready. “Hey Crystal, can we get our bands?” Paul said. “Sure thing, hun” Crystal said with a femme voice and clipped a white band on Paul’s wrist with a number 4 on it. “And you are…?” Crystal asked. “We have J2 and K here” Paul interrupted. “We only use first initials and a number if we have duplicates here. No need to let too much info get out. Oh, hehe, I forgot to introduce you guys. This is Crystal, the sexiest drag queen around.” “Nice to meet you two. I hope you have fun tonite. It should be positively amazing!” Crystal said. As they walked away, Kyle said “I wouldn’t mind tapping that ass.” “Already did, many times” said Paul with a smile. The DJ sounded a bell and Paul walked over and opened the door. There was a line already there and they slowly filed in, giving their code name. Joe and Kyle wandered back towards the social area and grabbed a couple appetizers and sipped on their beers while the area filled up with guys. They looked around and saw a few guys with white bands like they had and the rest had blue bands. Joe looked to see who had a number 2 that matched his number, but it was fruitless since the angles and lighting made it impossible. “What number do you have?” Joe asked Kyle. “I got number 1. Not sure what that means though, but I’ll be harassing you about it for a while” Kyle said jokingly. They looked around and talked about the guys that were milling about. It was somewhat diverse crowd. Some white frat boys were there along with just about every ethnic group you could think of. Most of the guys seemed to be in their early twenties, a few were a bit older, a couple in their thirties and one guy looked to be in his mid 40’s. They noticed a lot of guys looking them over and pointing at them. “I feel like the new animal at the zoo” Kyle said. “You too?” Joe replied. Just as Joe finished his beer the bell sounded and all of the white banded guys left the area and the Joe and Kyle followed them. Once they were over in the sex area, they lined up - Kyle first, Joe second and up through number 12. The extras stood to the side and then the next bell rang. The talking seemed to stop and just the music filled the warehouse. Kyle looked over and saw the line of bottoms all getting into place. He looked back and saw Paul joking with the guys around him and took a deep breath to relax. Crystal tapped the first guy in the bottom line and he walked towards Kyle. As he got closer Kyle saw his next victim - a tall, tanned blond surfer looking guy with long hair and shiny white teeth. He was one of the ones he saw earlier and had guessed he was in his late twenties. He walked confidently up to the opening of the sex den and Kyle went over and met him. They walked in and found a cube to use. Joe stepped forward and saw Crystal tap the next bottom on the shoulder and he started to walk towards Joe. Joe could sense the uneasiness in his gait and chuckled to himself “the guy is probably just as nervous as I am.” When he got to the opening, Joe could see the guy he was going to fuck was a dark skinned Indian, about the same height as Joe but not muscled at all. He had a trimmed beard without a mustache and was wearing an Atari t-shirt. “Nerd” thought Joe as he walked over and they found a cube to fuck in. One by one the rest of the guys paired up leaving three unassigned tops who were debating who was going to bottom for the other two until Crystal walked up to them and they all started to smile. The music blasted through the area, drowning out any sounds of sex that was soon to happen. Kyle followed his surfer into the cube. The walls were over six feet tall, so no one could really see into the cubes unless they were standing at the doorway. Each cube had 2 bags to put clothes in and a rubber coated pad on the floor. There was a bottle of lube and two towels on the floor in the corner and a single condom thumb tacked right through the center to the wall. Kyle laughed at the sabotaged condom and turned to the surfer who was already taking his clothes off. Kyle stripped and put his stuff in the other bag and moved over to the surfer. They kissed and Kyle pulled him close, cupping his muscular butt. The guy was over four inches taller than Kyle but it didn’t matter. Both of them quickly got into groping and caressing each other. Kyle heard the guy moan into their kiss when his hand gripped Kyle’s cock and he felt the ring. The guy broke the kiss and said “Oh fuck. I’ve never taken a pierced cock before.” “Don’t worry, you’ll like it” Kyle said. Kyle rubbed his fingers along the crack and found the guys hole which felt extremely tight. “Relax, this is going to be fun” Kyle said. When the hole seemed to get less tense, his hands moved up the guy’s back. He was impressed at the taut muscles the guy had and kept moving his hands up until his they were on the guys shoulders. Slowly he pushed the guy down and felt the guys lips and tongue explore down his neck, chest, abs and finally his cock. Number 1 quickly engulfed his stiff cock with a warm, wet mouth and began sucking like a pro. The guy took Kyles cock all the way to his pubes several times, massaging his cock with his throat and tongue. For someone who had never taken a pierced cock before, it didn’t seem to slow the guy down. Kyle began to fuck his face, holding his head with his hands and enjoying his eager cocksucker. His cock was getting coated with spit and throat slime and the surfer was gasping for air each time Kyle pulled most of the way out. Kyle pulled his cock out and tilted the guys head up. The surfer opened his eyes and looked straight at Kyle, his mouth still open. Kyle spit into the open mouth and the guy jolted a bit, surprised at the action. Still staring at Kyle, Kyle said “I want your ass.” The guy nodded and immediately turned around and went to all fours, spreading his legs like he had done hundreds of times before. Kyle grabbed the bottle of lube and brought it closer, just in case spit wasn’t enough to lube the guys clenched hole. He dropped to his knees and spread the muscular mounds before pressing his face in. Licking up from the guy’s balls and up to his hole in one slow motion, the guy wiggled his ass and moaned loud enough for Kyle to hear him over the music. Kyle could see the guy’s six inch uncut cock was dripping precum already, leaving a small puddle on the mat. Kyle dug his tongue in and felt the ring slowly relax. The tight hole he felt earlier was submitting to his tongue and soon his toxic cock would be inside. Kyle tongue fucked his hole and then would lap up the spit while flicking his tongue over the guy’s taint. He could feel the shivers from the guy when he would do it, so he would alternate tongue fucks with tongue tickling his taint. Satisfied that the hole was well soaked with spit, Kyle coated his cock with a light cover of lube. He placed the piercing on the guy’s hole and pressed in, feeling his cock head enter the warm tunnel. There was a bit more resistance and Kyle gave a harder nudge and felt him pop inside the surfer’s unprotected neg ass. The thought caused Kyle to start leaking more precum and he kept driving his cock deeper. He could feel the guy squirm, knowing his cock was stretching the guy open and probably putting small tears in the ass lining. “Just wait til I really fuck this ass” Kyle thought to himself. He let the guy rest a moment once his pubes were firmly against the surfer’s ass. Kyle started to pull back and then quickly rammed back in. The guy tried to pull away, but Kyle held him firmly. He began to fuck the guy’s hole and felt the guy relax and after a few minutes start to enjoy the fuck. Long, firm strokes let the guy know just how long Kyle’s cock was. When Kyle decided the guy was feeling too relaxed, he would slam in, feeling the piercing tug and scrape along the tender tissue gripping his shaft. Kyle didn’t have any concept of time and didn’t know how long he had been fucking. He knew it it had been a few songs since his cock first went into the surfers ass, but it felt really good and he wanted to keep fucking for a while. He also wanted to dump at least two loads into theguy so he started to fuck harder and faster. His balls were churning and he felt his cock swell. Kyle knew it was time to give the guy a taste of his strain and he slammed in, holding the guy tight as his cock pumped and filled his guts with his infected spooge. He leaned forward and said into the guys ear “Don’t worry, I’m usually good for two, maybe three loads.” He didn’t know if that would reassure the guy that he planned to keep fucking or scare him away. The guy milked a few more drops from his cock and then Kyle pulled out, laying down on the mat next to him. The guy moved over and started to suck his cock clean. All of a sudden he stopped and Kyle looked down. The guys eyes were wide open and he could see him mouth the words “You’re poz?” Kyle grinned and nodded yes. He then saw the guy say “Oh fuck!”. The guy went back to licking the cum off his cock, but he could feel the guy shake. After a few minutes of licking, the guy laid down next to Kyle. He could tell the guy’s heart was racing and he hadn’t been prepared to take a charged load tonight. Thanks to the blue pill, Kyle’s cock was still rock hard. Kyle rolled over and stood kneeling between the guy’s legs. Kyle leaned forward and said “You ok?” and the surfer nodded yes. “You want more, don’t you?” Kyle asked. The guy paused a moment and then nodded yes again. Kyle smiled and leaned back and spread the guy’s legs and thrust his cock back into the unsuspecting hole. The earlier fuck was just a warmup and Kyle was determined to make this one something the guy would remember. The spit, precum and cum lubed him perfectly and Kyle took advantage of it. Driving his cock in hard and varying the speed, he would move his hips around jabbing his cock in different directions and abrading the cum coated chute. Kyle paid attention this time and three songs later he was ready to pump a second bug filled load into the surfer. This time, when he started to shoot, he would pull out and ram back in with each pulse of his cock. He could see the guy scream out. He couldn’t tell whether it was from pleasure or pain over the din of the music. After the orgasm faded, Kyle leaned forward and then felt the guy wrap his arms around him, holding him tight. Kyle wasn’t sure what was going to happen and was a little surprised when the guy began kissing him. They rolled over and left Kyle now on his back. The guy kissed and licked the sweat off his chest, nibbling at his nipples and then licked down to his still hard cock. The guy looked at it and laughed before climbing back on top of Kyle, straddling his stomach and lining up the shaft to the surfer’s well abused hole. The guy sank down onto the rigid cock, taking it to the root before he started riding it. Kyle was surprised how hard the guy was bouncing on his cock and even more surprised at how hard his ass muscles were squeezing his shaft. Sweat was flying off the guy and it almost felt like rain on Kyle’s skin. The surfer was stroking his own cock and soon it erupted, coating Kyle’s chest and face with neg cum. The guys orgasm milked one last small load out of Kyle’s balls. Three spurts of virus shot in and Kyle was pretty sure the next couple shots were dry. They laid there a few minutes and finally the guy pulled off of Kyle’s cock. He grabbed one towel and cleaned the sweat and cum off of his chest, cock and legs. Kyle got up and wiped his body down too and put his jeans on and tucked his t-shirt into his back pocket, letting it dangle. When both were dressed, the guy came over and said to Kyle “Thanks, that was fuckin’ hot. Are you on meds or toxic?” “I guess you’ll find out soon enough” Kyle said as he walked out of the cube. Joe followed his bottom into the cube and could see him shaking he was so nervous. Joe looked around the cube and saw everything that he might need. There was a familiar feel to the floor inside the cube and he realized it was a section of wrestling mat. He pulled the condom off the wall and stuffed it in his jeans pocket before he took his jeans and shirt off. He stood there in just his jockstrap and moved over to the guy who said “Hh…h..h.h…hhhhello, I am Amir.” “Hello Amir. You seem awfully nervous. Is this your first time at one of these parties?” Joe asked as he reached out and massaged Amir’s shoulders. “Yyy..yy..yes” Amir replied. Joe moved behind Amir and resumed rubbing his tense shoulders. “Me too. I guess we get to experience it together. Have you had sex with men before?” Joe said into his ear, his warm breath blowing across Amir’s face. Joe hoped he wasn’t a virgin since he really wasn’t prepared to deal with someone unprepared to get fucked and bred like he was planning. “Yyy…yes I have. Mmmmm… many times but my family doesn’t know” Amir said, calming down slightly. “Well, they aren’t here and there’s no reason for them to ever find out what we are going to do. So, relax and let’s just enjoy it” Joe told him. “Yyyyes sir” Amir replied. Joe pulled Amir’s t-shirt off and tossed it over by the wall. “How old are you, Amir?” Joe asked as pressed his bare chest against Amir’s back. “Nnnnineteen, sir” Amir replied as he started to relax. Joe moved his hands over Amir’s body, running his fingers through the hair on his chest and flicking his thumbs over his nipples. He could feel the tension fade in Amir’s body the more he rubbed. He moved his hands to Amir’s back and down to his ass which he squeezed. He moved his hands back to the front of Amir’s jeans and unbuttoned them before pushing them down. Amir was wearing old school boxers and he could feel his firm cock inside them. He could tell that his cock was on the small side but it didn’t matter. Joe was going to do the fucking here. He kissed the back of his neck as he pushed Amir’s boxers down and let them fall to the floor on top of his jeans. Joe backed away a bit and Amir bent over to pick up his jeans and underwear and Joe took his first look at the ass he was going to try and impregnate. It was a little on the flat side and was covered in dark hair which continued down his legs. Joe ran his finger between the crack as Amir was bent over and felt him jump. Once his clothes were folded by the wall, Amir came back to Joe and stopped a foot short looking at him. “I liked your picture… I like men with beards… I wish I had muscles like you… The tattoo makes you look so… uh, dangerous” Amir said to Joe while tracing out the tattoo on his arm and chest with his finger. Joe thought “Just wait until you look at the other tattoos.” Joe pulled Amir closer and tried to kiss him on the lips, but Amir pushed away. “I don’t kiss. I only like to suck and get fucked” Amir explained. “Well then, you better start sucking” Joe said, pushing Amir down to his knees. Amir stared at Joe’s jockstrap and the bulge inside it. He finally put his hands on either side and pulled it down and Joe stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Amir gasped as he saw Joe’s semi-hard cock. “Suck it” said Joe. Amir put his left hand around the shaft while he played with the piercing with his right hand. Slowly his head went closer and his tongue played with the piercing and finally his lips went around his cut cock. Joe put his hands on the back of Amir’s head and held it as he started to rock back and forth. When he pushed deeper he felt Amir gag but he was doing a better job than Joe expected. He thrust his cock into Amir’s throat and held it there for a few seconds and he felt Amir’s throat spasm around his cock, but he didn’t fight him off. Joe pulled his cock back and Amir gasped for air. Joe looked down and saw two eyes that seemed to say “I will do anything you want me to.” Joe smiled and made Amir suck his cock a little longer before pulling out and saying “Lay down on your back Amir.” Amir did as he was told and instinctively raised his legs. Joe chuckled at his eagerness. Joe pushed him back and licked his tongue up the hairy crack. Before pushing in, Joe always did a light lick to see if a bottom had cleaned out well. Amir passed the test and Joe curled his tongue and pushed in. From the reaction he got, Joe assumed that few guys had ever rimmed his ass. The moaning and writhing seemed to indicate that he liked it and Joe just kept at it. He always enjoyed rimming an appreciative hole and Amir’s was just that. With Amir holding his legs back, Joe spread his ass cheeks wider while using his fingers to stretch the tight hole open. Joe’s fingers and tongue assaulted Amir’s hole and then Joe got a little rough with him. Other than an occasional grunt, Amir never objected to the abuse Joe gave the tender flesh inside his pucker. When he thought the hole was soaked with enough spit, Joe slicked his cock up with a little more and lowered Amir down. With legs over his shoulders, he tapped his cock against the slick hole making sure that Amir felt the steel tap his ass ring. “Sir, you’re going to take it out, right?” asked Amir. Joe smiled and said “No, it will give you new feelings and I like how it feels too.” Before Amir could say anything more, Joe pushed his cock into the hole. Amir clamped down at the sudden invasion, but then relaxed and Joe slowly pushed in deeper. With half of his cock inside, Joe started to fuck, rocking in and out getting further with each inward stroke. Joe could see Amir panting and the tight grip his hole told him the same thing - he was scared about what the PA would do to his insides. Joe knew exactly what was going to happen and it was going to happen sooner with the pressure he was putting on Joe’s cock. Joe picked up the pace and started to fuck faster and deeper while saying “Relax” to Amir. After several minutes Amir’s muscles must have been exhausted and he released his grip on Joe’s cock. Joe really started to enjoy the fuck and his precum was really lubing up the chute, allowing him to long stroke Amir’s pussy. His balls were bouncing off of Amir’s ass and the tightness of the hole was just right to let him fuck as hard as he wanted but still feel the tissue against his bare cock. Joe looked down and saw a smile forming on Amir’s face and he knew he had transitioned from pain to pleasure. Joe started to fuck harder and he was really reaming Amir’s cunt. The tugging of his piercing stimulated his balls to start their production of virally enhanced sperm. Joe wondered if Amir had figured out the symbolism of the scorpion tattoo or was oblivious to the impending poz cum he was going to be filled with. He drove his cock the full length as hard as he could and then left it there as his cock twitched and pulsed as it shot almost ten spurts of charged seed into Amir’s neg hole. Joe looked down at Amir while he bred his hole and saw his eyes get wide, knowing he was being filled with a stranger’s load. Joe gave a few more thrusts of his cock to drive some of the cum deeper and then slowly pulled out. Joe looked down and he had definitely done some damage to Amir’s guts. The cum had a pink hue to it and there were a few darker streaks. Joe rolled over and laid on his back next to Amir, catching his breath. Amir turned to him and said “That was amazing, sir. Do you always fuck that hard and that long?” Joe laughed and said “Yeah, I do. But I hope we’re not done. I just need a little break and we can go again.” Amir’s eyes got wide again and he replied “I am a little sore, sir. But if you want to use me again, you may.” “Just a little sore? I need to do a better job then” Joe thought. “You should clean my cock up a bit before we start our second round” Joe told Amir. “You mean suck your cock, now?” Amir asked. “Yes. Taste what is inside you now” Joe said. Amir slowly moved his mouth towards Joe’s cum and blood covered cock. He tentatively put his tongue out and licked off the tip and studied the taste. “It tastes weird, sir” Amir said before he went down and licked all around Joe’s cock, cleaning it and the base around his cock. After several minutes Joe felt he was ready and got up, pushing Amir to the center of the cube and directing him to stay on all fours. His dick slid into Amir’s hole with ease this time and he pushed all the way in on the first stroke. Joe was on his feet, crouched behind Amir’s raised ass. He pushed down on the small of his back to get him arched and Joe grasped his hips before starting his fuck in earnest. “Slap, slap, slap” was the sound in the cube trying to drown out the dance music the DJ was still playing to a probably empty dance floor. Joe took no mercy in fucking Amir’s sore ass. He pulled all the way out and rammed back in a half dozen times, garnering a loud groan from Amir each time. His cock felt amazing plowing through the load he had dumped in earlier. He was churning the previous cum and adding to it with more poz precum. He knew the wounds he had inflicted earlier gave easy entry to the bloodstream for the virus that was swimming inside Amir’s ass. Joe began to jackhammer Amir’s hole and could hear him whimpering to the pounding. He never asked Joe to stop and Joe doubted he would anyway until he had deposited another toxic load. Joe grunted and slammed in one last time and let his cum begin to shoot inside. Ropes of deadly sperm flew into the cum filled hole. He felt Amir’s hole start to milk his load out and then realized it was from Amir’s own orgasm. His neg seed sprayed all over the mat as both guys reveled in their orgasms. Joe pulled out and this time Amir quickly turned around and licked all of the cum off of Joe’s body - cock, balls, pubes, and legs. Joe sat down and looked back at Amir who said “Thank you, sir. I don’t think I will ever forget this night. It has been an amazing time, but I must go now.” Amir picked up a towel and quickly wiped his body off and then put his clothes back hurriedly on before walking out of the cube. Joe wasn’t sure if Amir was embarrassed or worried or really had somewhere else to go, but he saw the wet spot already forming on the back of his jeans as he walked out. Joe took the other towel and wiped his body down and put his jeans and shirt on before walking back out to the social area and grabbing a bottle of water. He chugged the water down and then grabbed a beer and a few lukewarm appetizers. He looked around and saw Kyle talking to Paul and another top, so he wandered over to them. “How did it go?” asked Paul. “Damn good. Fuckin’ tight hole that seemed to just suck up my cum. How was yours?” replied Joe. “Pretty good too. Though I didn’t last as long as either of you. He just wanted me to pump n dump” Paul said. “And yours?” Joe asked Kyle. “It was a lot of fun. I think he’ll remember this night for a while, at least. How was yours, Trey?” Kyle said. “Not bad. Good hole, but he was pretty dead. I like an active bottom and he just stood there letting me fuck him like a fleshlight” the other guy replied. They watched and saw two different types of people - those that left right after fucking and those that hung around talking to the other guests. Soon, all of the guests started to leave and the workers started tearing things down. “Thats a lot of leftover food” Joe said to Paul. “Yeah, we order extra so theres always some to take over to the homeless gay teen shelter” Paul replied. Paul drove Joe and Kyle back to Mark and Eric’s place and they went up the apartment. Walking in they saw Mark and Eric on the couch, naked, obviously wasted and exhausted from fucking all night. “Did you leave us any? I could use a good toke right now” Joe said and Eric pulled out a small baggie and tossed it on the table. Joe and Kyle smoked a few bowls and then went in to their beds and crashed, reeking of sweat and cum.

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.

Sorry, but you're flat out wrong. This site is owned by Studio 3X, Inc. a New York company that I own. Websites are subject to the local laws of the visitors to the site. Legally, the site goes to the visitor. The visitor does not go to the site. This was a gray area back in the '90s, but was pretty quickly cleared up. Given that I get traffic from pretty much everywhere, my sites are subject to the laws pretty much everywhere. I'll ignore the laws in places like Uganda and Iran, but I can't ignore the laws in the EU, Australia, etc. Many countries have reciprocal law enforcement agreements with the US. Where you host doesn't make a difference, other than the fact that if you're servers are seized or monitored it needs to be done by an agency with jurisdiction where the server is located. And you don't seem to understand hosting in the cloud. It means you have a physical presence in many countries (e.g. more countries that can seize/monitor your servers). All the cloud services I know host in major countries, not non-extradition countries) because big powerful countries have the best Internet connections. So additional points of legal exposure. The EU is way harsher on privacy issues than the US (from the perspective of a webmaster). The US is far more focused on the needs of the corporations that run sites, not on the privacy of the end user. You're also wrong on what's going on with UK age verification. All websites globally will have to comply with the UK age verification law or they will be blocked to users in the UK. My mention of hackers are because a hacker will come on a site and pretend to be a regular user. They'll probe for "soft spots" in your code. And then hit you with a major attack on those soft spots. If they ask for their data to be deleted prior to launching the full attack and I complied, then I have no data on who they might be. Which is why I can't and won't comply with the EU law that says I must delete the data when requested. I have a responsibility to my community of users that transcends my responsibility to any one user, IMHO. (Oddly, I'd think that's a concept Europeans should understand – they're all about the community being more important than the individual.)

I've been to some bonfires and outdoor gatherings where I'm wearing jeans and underwear I've pissed in the entire day so I'm good and saturated. Also work it into my beard and hair so the scent is all over me. It's a good means to attract the right kind of pigs

Part 7 Those guys sure talked funny. How the hell can a guy get pregnant? Must just be their way of talking about him cumming in that other guys ass bare or something? I could hardly believe how hard I had cum, though, listening to them talk though. Been way too long since I had some pussy for me to get off on hearing those guys fuck. I looked at my clock and noticed it was about 2:30 in the morning. I had slept pretty good till then. I had to get up to go take a piss badly now though. I got up and headed into the bathroom, which was next to my bedroom. While taking a piss, I could hear voices coming, apparently, from the new owner's bathroom too. I leaned towards the wall and could hear someone saying, "Oh, yeah, feed me more of your piss. It tastes so sweet." I almost pissed down my leg when I heard that. Some guy was drinking another's piss? I had kind of wondered what that tasted like, but had never tried it. I thought, what the hell, and stopped my flow and stepped into my shower. I was naked and as I got in there, I aimed my cock upwards and let go. I got a faceful to start with and then got it lined up into my mouth to try. The taste was a little bitter but also some sweet to and drank up all I could get and licked my lips when done. Hmmm, not that bad, really at all. I found that my cock was getting hard again, too. I could still hear more sounds and as I leaned to the wall, I heard the guy who had drank up earlier, saying, "That was nice, now give me your cum to drink, too. Oh, that is really . sweet." As I heard that, it made me wonder again about that taste. I was already stroking and so close, so I laid down and raised my legs over my head. I soon was ready to cum and opened my mouth and blew my load. My aim was not all that good to start with and a lot went all over my face before I got it lined up with my mouth and lapped it up. As I was doing that, I used a finger to get all the rest of it wiped up and into my mouth too. As I sat back up, I was swishing it around in my mouth and then swallowed it down. Hey, it tasted pretty good too. I got out of the shower and washed my face off and headed back to bed, kind of wondering if all guys's cum tasted like that.

Part 6 　 I awoke sometime later. I am sure a noise had woke me up. I listened and could hear more sounds. I started to get up, when it dawned on me that my new neighbor and owner of the duplex had the noises coming from his place, again. I leaned closer to the wall and could definitely hear the sounds of sex coming through the wall. The unmistakable sound of a cock pounding a hole, with moans of pleasure. There was no talking. Just moans of pleasure and panting and the sounds of a cock pounding the hell out of a hole. I could almost imagine my own cock pounding one of my girls. I noticed I was getting hard as hell listening to it. I soon had to get my cock out and started to jack it in time with the sloppy sounds coming through the wall. I could imagine fucking and wishing I was getting some. It had been way too long now. Then, there started to come sounds of talking, almost yelling. I heard, what had to be the one getting fucked saying, "OMG, give it to me. Pound me harder, faster. Fill me with your cum." The one doing the fucking was then saying, "Oh, yeah, getting so close now. Going to knock you up and give my my babies." That sounded weird to me but whatever. I found myself getting closer to cumming now also. Just as I was about to cum I heard to fucker yell, "Here it comes, take my 10" cock and my hot cum to knock you up forever." There was a loud grunting sound and I heard both of them saying, "I'm cumming hard." As they said that my own cock erupted all over my wall with one of the largest loads I had ever let loose. Then, I heard the one who had to have been the dancer saying, "WOW, I sure tore your ass up good that time. I can see traces of blood and cum running out of you. You will almost definitely be pregnant, now." What?

And a sub is all ways on elbows and knees bum high and ready to take the tops cock deep as a true bitch should be.

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty Eight Doc’s basement was nothing like ours, well at least this part wasn’t. We had entered a waiting room, complete with out of date magazines. I was a bit surprised and puzzled, wondering if this was really where he practiced medicine, or was this some sort of role-playing set up. “What’s wrong?” Dad asked. “It's just not what I expected,” I answered. “It’s not always about fucking, most of the time yes, but not always.” Dad pushed a button and somewhere in the back a bell went off. I assumed it was Doc’s way of knowing his next patient had arrived. I flopped down into a chair to wait my turn. Of course this wasn’t a great idea, pain surged through me once my ass hit the seat. It wasn’t long until a door opened and I expected to see Luis or Jose, hell what ever his name was, standing there, but his man I didn’t know. He was a tall black man dressed in scrubs and they looked like they were about to pop. His muscular body was stretching them to their limits and his crotch was bulging outwards. “Matt?” he said. I stood up and moved towards him. He had extended his hand and I grabbed and shook it. His hand was rough and dry. “You want me to come with you, son?” Dad asked me. “I’m a big boy Daddy, I can do this by myself,” I replied as the black guy and I walked through the door and into a hall. “Good luck,” Dad said. The man led me to a small room at the end of the hall. We both went in and I sat down on the exam table. “Doc knows why you are here, so strip and wait for him, please.” I jumped up and removed my shirt before the man could leave. I turned and bent over, dropping my chest, exposing my ass to him. I made sure that my crack opened giving him a little show of my pucker. I could hear him emit a slight moan as he observed my little show. However, I even got to a full standing position, he was gone and the door was shut. I sat back down on the exam table and looked around the room. It appeared to be a routine medical office. Was I missing something? As perverted as my Dad and his friends were, there would have to be something I couldn’t see. There was a soft knock and Doc entered. “Matt, I heard your hole has had some trauma?” “Well, Dax had Dad pretend rape me for a live sex show and things got a little out of control.” “Yeah, I saw that, shot two loads when it was live and two more from my recording.” “Really?” “Yeah, it was fucking hot” he said. “We fucked again when we got home and I wanted it rough again.” “And now pain.” “Yeah, and not the good kind.” “Well, put your feet up and let’s take a look.” I did as I was told and put my feet up in the stirrups, leaving my ass open for him to exam me. He grabbed a tube of lube and put a little on his finger. He sat on a stool at in front of my ass and began to exam me. I felt him pull open my hole, slowly and gently, moving his head in for a closer look. It was only seconds, when he stood up. “There's nothing really major, just a superficial scratch in your ring. It will heal on its own. I'll give you a cream to put on it to ease the pain, but this will put your hole out of commission for about two weeks.” “Damn, no dick.” He just shook his head. He was standing at the end of the table. I watched him unbutton his white lab coat, then unzip his pants. Reaching inside he pulled out his semi hard cock and his balls. They hung down in front of him. “Doc, I thought you said 'no dick'?” “Were you really going to obey that advice?” I pushed my pucker out, winking at him, enticing him. His cock twitched as I pushed my hole out over and over, it grew until it was rock hard. He spread some lube onto his cock and pushed in. I tensed up in pain. “Relax, it will only hurt for a moment,” Doc said. I took a deep breath as he slid his cock deep into my hole, his belt buckle pressed against my ass cheeks as he pushed deeper into me. I moaned loudly. “Don’t worry boy, the only people that can here you are your Dad and my nurse James. And if I know your father he's riding that black cock as I speak.” “I dumped a load in Dad this morning, so he has some lube.” “Might need a bit more than that. James is hung, over eleven inches.” “Damn, I would like to see Daddy taking that." My mind started thinking about James sitting in a chair, scrub pants around his ankles and Dad sliding his ass up and down on his big black cock. My own cock was getting hard, not just from the mental picture but from Doc’s big cock in my hole. “James is always horny, dumped two loads up my hole this morning,” Doc casually remarked. I reached down and grabbed Doc’s shirt and pushed him back only to pull him in hard, driving is cock in and out of my hole. That was until he pulled my hand off. “On no you little fucker, I’m in the driver’s seat, you're just the ride!” Doc took off his lab coat and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched as he exposed his chest to me. As he did this he slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. I slid my hand down to my cock and slowly ran my hand up and down the hard shaft. Doc increased his speed of fucking my hole, his nut sac and his belt still hitting my ass as he drove into me deep. His cock felt truly amazing in my hole, and the pain that I had experienced was now pleasure. Of course, I was slowly discovering that pain was a pleasure, even intense pain. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, as Doc increased the force of him driving into me. The table was making all kinds of noise, squeaks, rattles and was moving a bit as he slammed his cock into me. He bent over and slid his arms under me, and looked them around my back, instinctively I did the same, but around his neck. He lifted me up off the table and I slowly dropped down onto his cock, impaling myself of his thick, hard cock. “Good boy” he said, “hold tight." Doc opened the door to the room and headed down the hallway and back out into the waiting room. As we got closer I could hear the sounds of someone being fucked and knew it was Dad and James. Doc reached for the door that was separating the hall and the waiting room, as he opened it I squeezed my ass around his cock. Doc turned to close the door and I got my first view of Dad and James. They were both naked and James was sitting in a middle chair, Dad was facing away from James and was slowly lifting and lowering his ass on James' cock. The contrast between the two was so erotic. Doc lifted me off his cock, placing me on the floor. I was on my hands and knees between Dad’s legs. He then shifted, putting his feet on the chairs next to James, one on each side. Doc rammed his cock in and pushed me forward, closing the gap between me and James’ cock. “Lick his cock and balls as your Daddy fucks himself on it,” James instructed. I didn’t need to be told twice, my tongue was out and licking the shaft of his cock as soon as it would appear out of my Dad’s ass. I was amazed that Dad was sitting on the whole fucking thing. It was massive not only in length but girth, so, even when Dad was all the way down on it, I had plenty to lick, not the least of which being his massive dark nut sac. Doc was steadily fucking my hole, slamming into me harder and harder, smashing my face in James sac. Dad’s cock and balls were bouncing off the top of my head as he moved up and down James’ shaft. Dad pulled off James’ cock and I seized it quickly in my mouth, sliding as far down on it as I could. I could feel the big black cock cutting off my airway and I slid back on it, I could taste Dad’s ass juice and my load from earlier. I wrapped my finger around the base and held it straight up for Dad to sit back down on it. He had turned so he was now facing James so his beautiful hairy ass would now be in my view. I watched as his hole stretched open and James’ big cock slid inside. My own cock jumped at the sight. Dad started to ride James’ cock again, this time he was moving faster. James’ hands were cupping Dad’s hairy cheeks and guiding him up and down his shaft. Doc was fucking my hole at nearly the same pace that Dad and James were fucking. “Work my nips, Drew,” James said to my Dad. Dad’s fingers grabbed James’ nipples and began to twist and pinch them, I could see his muscles move in his arms as he did this. James liked his nipples worked hard, it seemed. I started to lick James’ sac again, but this time sucking his nuts into my mouth. “Squeeze them you little fucker” James yelled. I reached up and wrapped my fist around them, while Doc grabbed my hips to help steady me. I slowly applied pressure to his sac, squeezing harder and harder. I could see his head was thrown back. I tighten my grip and squeezed harder. Doc was pounding my hole, ramming his cock in and out, and at some point had started to remove his cock completely and then ramming it back in. I knew my hole would be gape wide open after this. Dad was still fucking himself on James’ cock. I could feel his balls tightening up in my fist, so I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck, going breed your hairy hole, Drew, gonna shoot.” I could feel his body stiffen up as his cock and balls started to jump. I had a close up view of the contractions of his cock as he emptied his load into my Dad’s hole. It just kept pulsating, even as Dad sat on it. Doc slammed his cock into me and I felt his cock pulse and twitch in my hole. I was getting my first load of the day and it only made me want more. I really wanted to slide down on James’ cock. Rip in my hole or not. I wanted that cock. Dad slowly raised off of James’ cock, I leaned in and engulfed the big black head in my mouth. It was still leaking cum and I slid down, again taking it in until I was choking myself. “Maybe your pussy can take it all, little man,” James said. “That’s something I want to see,” Dad said. “Let’s move to the bedroom” Doc suggested. All four of us got up and headed up to Doc’s bedroom, where I was tossed on the bed. “Looks like little man is ready for a good old fashioned gang bang,” James said.

No I had my fair share of black guys in my time in NYC. I found them to be great tops overall, and damn can they eat ass. Which I love.

Continuing on with the story! As the 40 year old hunk squeezed a second finger inside my hole, I knew I had him, but, as he wiggled his fingers around, certainly deeper than he had let on he would go, I let him think I was distracted by the porn. I knew he wanted to do more, but he wasn't quite ready, so I gave him more bait with the intention of getting him to pounce on my hole. "Hey, you can jerk off you know" I suggested, adding "you can even grind my ass - if you give me a kiss, alright?" No sooner had I made the offer, then he leaned over me, and in the process his cock ground against my ass, poking my ball sack as we exchanged a firm tongue-swirling kiss. He wrapped his strong hand around my dick, and, in his low manly voice, quietly whispered "Can I fuck you, if I put on a condom?" I felt both pity and satisfaction hat he was willing to settle for that unnatural and unsatisfactory option. He clearly really wanted me, which was, of course, exactly where I wanted him to be. I wanted him so desperate that he would feel no guilt in blowing his corrupt seed into my ass - that his sole desire would be to plant that cum as deeply as it could go. "No!" I say honestly " I only play raw, because, well," I tried to look innocent as I didn't want to let him know I actually wanted his dirty seed, "I just don't enjoy rubber," which I could truthfully say as I could never understand anyone could get off inside a latex bag. "But," he responded, looking at me like a horny dog, "can I fuck you anyway? I'll pull out before I cum. You'll be safe. Promise." I all but openly scoffed, knowing a rather thin lie when I heard one. I decide to entice him with a truth, a truth that would compel him to slide his seven inches of overly dick inside my ass. "No, you can't do that either. Once a guy has begun fucking me, I've never let him pull out. It's a waste," trying to look embarrassed, even if I knew the statement was true. "Wait" he responded, rubbing his cock against my ass crack again, "if a cock goes in, you won't let the top go if he doesn't cum in you?" "So?" I responded, getting ready as I saw the look in his eye. I suddenly made as if I was going to extract myself from him, which induced him to surrender whatever hesitation he might have been entertaining, as he pushed his fat cock head against my sphincter. "Hey, no! Stop, don't slide in," I said, a scant second before his hot cock caused I to moan in pleasure as my sweet pure neg asshole was opened up by the depraved meat which was invading my body. The pretense of innocence dropped from my eyes as I also stopped struggling, my ass adjusting to the initial burning pleasure that comes from a good fuck session, thinking to myself 'Fuck, he's inside me, and I can't let his diseased cock out of my hole until he had blown his cum inside my ass. No matter how hard it is on me, this is my mission, and i will do it, but I can still torture him'. "You fuck," I yelled out "how can you do this to me? Now I'm gonna get infected by someone as heartless as you!" It occurred to me that I might have laid it on him a little too well, as I felt him begin to pull out, so I looked at him like an angel, but the lust in my eyes made my lust it clear as I said "Hey, don't commit to rape, then pull out." "Finish-up what you started, you sick fuu...." He cut me off with a sharp jab, and then another, and soon, his thrusts were slow fucking me, but hard, which caused him to lean over me, fucking me just as I wanted him to do. I was hard as a rock, trying and failing to hold back. My ass muscles clenched his meat, leaving my asshole vulnerable to being torn as I came on my torso and face. But he just fucked me even faster and harder. "You're one sick fuck, you want my bug!" he hissed between grunts. The time he spent at the gym was coming in handy to give him the energy to keep pounding. As some bottoms do after orgasm, I cried out in pain as he fucked away, but I knew I would go through with it, that by this point t his cock was surely leaking its poz pre-cum into my body, and I only wanted more. "No, I just want your cum, you fucker," I cried out, but "I'll take your bug if it means I get your cum!" He hissed again as his heavy body made my knees arch ever nearer to my head as he fuckin' used me "You are a sick fuck. Admit it," he muttered, perhaps hoping for real encouragement. I know I had him now. He couldn't stop himself. His only option was to give me what I wanted, so I humored him one last time saying with a snide smile "I'm not a sick fuck like you, but, if you try hard enough then maybe I fucking will be!" He responded by fucking me deeper, ever harder, his cock completely in charge of his body. He spoke one last time before his approaching climax "You got it bitch! One sick fucker, cumming up!" And with that, he sank himself in and blew his POZ load right where I wanted it, right up my well prepared NEG ass. Without barriers or guilt, he fucking loaded me, and wanted to do it, too. That will do. x

this past week was bear week in Provincetown. My Husband and I went to the dick dock after the clubs closed. It was the busiest ive ever seen it. He was down on his knees sucking some cocks, i think 1 or 2 guys had already cum in his mouth. he stood up to take a break and i saw his pants were down around his ankles and there was a hot guy behind him. I felt around and the guy was rubbing his bare cock against my husbands hole. My husband loves getting fucked and loves cum. I reached back around and the guy was pressing his head against his hole. I pulled out the poppers and gave my husband a hit and he got that poppered up look on him and bent back. I could tell by his face that the guy was in him and he was bent over a bit pushing back into him. We started making out and it was hot feeling him get fucked by the annon guy under the dock. I reached back around to just feel it sliding in and out raw. After that it was kinda free for all. I walked away to find some holes to fuck. I fucked a few guys raw under the dick dock, but i hadn't cum yet. I wanted to see how the hubby was doing and 3 guys were taking turns on him. 2 i think were friends and very hot and the 3rd was just pretty cute. I was surprised with how many attractive guys there were under there, as we have gone before and they have all been not ideal. Well, i wanted to join in with the guys using my husband and it was very hot. I loved feeling their cocks go in him raw. I was sad that they didn't cum in his ass, but they turned him around and came in his mouth. It was getting late so we ended up leaving, neither of us came. when we got back to the house we rented he was already passed out in bed when i got into bed, and well, i was still horny so i started to fuck him and came in his ass. We were drinking, so he was kinda drunk, and he did wake up when i fucked him, but in the morning he didn't remember it, but he did remember parts of the dick dock. 2 nights later we went back to the dick dock after the clubs and it was busy again. This time he had his pants down right away. we broke off and i fucked some holes, wandered around a bit and saw my husband getting fucked with some guys behind him. His mouth was free so i put my cock in there and had him suck me a bit. while he was sucking me the guy who was fucking him at the time was starting to sound like he was going to cum so i gave them both poppers. He grunted away and said that he came. I pulled out of his mouth and took my turn on my husbands hole. it was very hot. I wandered around a bit more and fucked some guys while he got fucked too. As it died down me and 3 other guys were just taking turns fucking my guy raw. none of us came. We headed home and i came in him in the morning. So i guess p town bear week is me and my husbands sluttiest/piggiest thing we did. Im pretty sure that he has taken a load or 2 before this behind my back, as I know that he did have some other raw cocks in him. I knew he was a slut, and I am too, so i only knew it would be a matter of time. I wonder where our next adventure will be, Megaplex or Club Body Center in Providence?

I like a nice cummed up hole. I like to feel my penis slide against all the cum and seeing my shaft covered in others cum.

they usually know once they slip in, if they ask yes if not the more cum the better so come one come all

When we walked into the cabin we found the twins relaxing on the bed. We then prepared for that nights action. Viagra was passed around to all except Aaron and Alan. They asked what was being passed around as we prepared the points. Steve told them that it was Viagra and they asked why they weren’t given any. Steve explained that until they convert they were designated bottoms. Looking at Aaron and Alan as they stood there it didn’t look like they’d need Viagra. Both were getting hard as the thought of slamming again and getting fucked. I pointed out their evident excitement as Marc and Mike told them that if they were able to get hard later in the week they would be happy to bottom for them. Steve chimed in and agreed to throw Colt and my ass in as well. This time Aaron and Alan sat on the bed as Marc and Mike administered their slams. You could see the anticipation in their eyes as the point was inserted, the flash of blood and the emptying of the drug into their vein. Aaron and Alan kissed as the rush hit them. They laid back on the bed as Marc and Mike climbed on top and began to fuck them making sure that they switched to the other twin for this round. Steve did his slam as Colt administered his own. Ryan climbed into the sling for Colt to fuck as I was paired up with Steve. We did out slams and settled in for a nice fuck. I looked over to see Aaron and Alan getting fucked and was not surprised to see that each one was still sporting a semi-hard cock. I just knew that I’d have both of these guys inside me before the week was over. While the action was going on the door opened up and a few guys came into the cabin. Within minutes they were naked and the action really got started. There was this one twink that caught my eye. He looked at me and came over the sling and fed me his cock as Steve finished up. I climbed out of the sling and he climbed in. Colt finished fucking Ryan and took his place in the sling as a lined formed at his ass and mouth. Colt was pulling a train and was fucked by every guy that had just come in the cabin, everyone but the twink I was inside. Ryan came over to join us as the twink pulled him over so that he could suck Ryan’s cock. After I shot my load Ryan took my place and fucked the twink and I moved near his head to let the twink clean off my cock. After Marc and Mike finished some of the guys that were around Colt began to take turns fucking Aaron and Alan. I left Ryan fucking the twink and climbed on the bed between the twins as they were being fucked. Alan grabbed me and I leaned in for a kiss. He then asked if he could get another slam. I looked over at Aaron and asked if he’d like another one too to which he nodded yes. I prepared two more points and came back to administer. I signaled to the guy fucking their twin that I was ready to give each a slam. They paused to allow me time to hit each one. The fucking resumed before I pulled the tourniquet and watch the twins response. Aaron coughed a little and just leaned his head back enjoying the fuck. Alan surprised me. Alan shot his load as his slam hit him. I leaned in and licked the cum up as I heard Aaron moan at and looked over to see him cumming. I liked him clean as well. While I was leaning over the twins with my ass exposed I felt someone licking my ass. I looked back to see one of our new guests rimming me. He then climbed up and mounted me. It felt amazing to be filled again as I got fuck. After he finished up he was replaced by another and then another. The last guy to fuck me before they all started to dress and head out was the twink I had fucked earlier. He was a decent top as I felt him drop a huge load inside my ass. We said goodbye to the guys and I exchange numbers with the twink as the sun was shining and we knew it was time to eat and recharge.

"fucking nice tight cunt" my mate Anton grinned as he plowed his fat cock in and out of the boys bum "where did you find him?", I smirked as the boy gagged a little on my dick "he's the fucking pizza delivery boy", Anton laughed grabbing the boys hips and gave him a few nice hard pumps, the boy slobbered and sucked I got a nice lump of tina handing it to Anton who pulled his dick out the boys arse and roughly pushed the bump deep into the ginger boys pussy "boy you is so going to get so fucked tonight" Anton growled. I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped him round the face with it, " on the bed boy" he scrambled off of his knees and onto the bed, "on your knees and spread your legs white boy" I rubbed my fat cock up and down his arse crack, his tweaked boi pussy lips were puckering as if to give my cock head a kiss as I lined my dick up and pushed "oh daddy" he groaned as my large mushroom head popped through his swollen arse lips and his cunt literally sucked my dick deep into him "oh yeah good boy" I whispered as I gently started to fuck him stretching and tugging his boihole out as my dick pushed in and out of his arse, Anton was by now on the bed grabbing the boy by his ginger hair and shoving his cock into the boys mouth. I enjoyed slow long dicking his arse as I listened to him groaning and slobbering on Anton's dick, gradually I started to fuck a bit harder, thrusting my cock deep into him as I held onto his bubble hard hard, "fuck man what a boy!" I turned my head to see another mate Johnson casually standing in the doorway, I ground my cock deep into the boys arse and winked at Johnson "pipes on the side", Johnson grinned "fuck yeah" as he started to strip, Anton was thrusting his dick in and out of the boys mouth as Johnson blew some clouds and stepped up beside me watching my cock fuck in and out of the ginger boys pussy, "Jesus man that's hot" as he pulled on his own big cock watching as my cock spasmed and jerked casually dumping the second load of the night deep into the boys arse. i stayed in the boy, fucking him enjoying the feeling of my load sloshing round my cock in his hole as Anton groaned and spunked in the boys mouth "that's it boy fucking swallow that load", i pulled my cock out of the boys hole and smirked at the dribble of my spunk that followed it, Johnson caught the cum that had dribbled out and rubbed it round the boys hole "fuck look at the boys hole leak daddy cum" i grinned "two loads of poz babymakers in his pussy", Johnson slipped two fingers into the boy making the boy groan "you want more dick and poz cum boy?" as he twisted his fingers in the boys hole making him squirm and cry out "yes Daddy fuck me oh please fuck me" Johnson laughed "happy to oblige you fucking whore" flipping the boy over onto his back and spreading his legs, the boys eyes were glazed over and full of lust as he watched the big black bulking form climb between his pale white spread legs, Johnson stroked his cock as Anton grabbed one of the boys legs and I the other lifting them and placing them over Johnsons wide shoulders, the boys eyes widened when he saw Johnson's massive black meat aiming for his boi pussy, Johnson spat on the boys face and slid into the sluts hole with one shove, the boy screamed 'oh fuck god!!" as Johnsons big dick filled him up "you'll never forget this night boy" he grunted as he started to dick the boy good and hard.