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Part 16 Rob slowly opened his eyes. He had no idea where he was. The small room didn’t look like the back room of the leather store. The last he remembered, he was bound to a fuck bench in a jock strap while being photographed. Similar to when he was on the fuck bench, he couldn’t move. However, he now was sitting up at an angle and there was some sort of gag in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the object in his mouth he realized it was a penis gag from the shape. What was the same to him was that he still felt incredibly horny and he could feel his hard cock throbbing. As his vision cleared, he could see himself in a large mirror. He was bound in some kind of chair. The chair looked like a cross between a barber’s chair and some kind of gynecologist exam table. His spread legs were slightly elevated and bound to some sort of stirrup support. From the angle he was bound, he could actually see his asshole in the mirror. His pink hairless hole looked and felt wet. He also noticed that the red jock strap was gone and he was completely naked. Rob was dumbfounded; he didn’t remember this set up at the photo shoot at all. It seemed like he wasn’t even in the leather store anymore. Once he gained more of his senses, he also noticed the large video screen in front of him that was playing some sort of porn. He wondered where Nick and the photographer Tony had disappeared to and why they had left him alone like this. He tested his bonds but they were too tight, he even had limited movement of his head. Once he gained full consciousness all he could really do was stare at the porn on the screen in front of him. While watching the porn on the screen he came to the realization that he recognized the setting. Although the video was just composed of a series of clips, he could tell it was from the gangbang party from the other night. He caught glimpses of some of the bottoms he had used such as the ginger and the Asian. There was a short clip of Cody fucking the blonde at the fuck racing station, one of a bottom sucking Jesse’s pierced cock and even one of a bottom being pissed fucked. That muscle Viking Dolf was also featured in the video, including a 2 minute long clip of his scorpion tattooed cock pumping in and out of some hole. Rob even believed that he caught a glimpse or two of himself in some of the crowd scenes. The tape was playing on a loop so when he saw some of the same scenes playing over and over his ego took over. “Why aren’t I featured in this video,” he thought. “I did a great job fucking that night.” Rob was brought back to reality by the sound of a door opening and closing. With that sound, three people entered and stood in front of him. Two of the men were big muscular bears dressed in full leather that he did not recognize, but the third man was Nick. “Well, well look who is back to reality,” Nick sarcastically remarked. “How are you enjoying the accommodations?” he laughed. Rob struggled against his bonds and tried to speak but to no avail. Nick reached over and gave Rob’s hard cock a little slap. “It looks like you are happy to see us and are enjoying the show on the screen.” Nick then held up a remote and clicked it. “Let me show something else that I think you’ll like.” The video on the screen changed and Rob’s image appeared. The video showed a couple of still shots of him that must have been taken at the party and then moved to action clips. Although he still didn’t understand why he was bound to the chair and being forced to watch the video, his first thought was actually “I guess they realized I am a star performer and deserved my own exclusive video; the clips are actually quite flattering and hot.” The video clips showed him fucking and degrading the bottoms during the party. Included were audio snippets of his voice barking instructions and making derogatory comments to the bottoms. Then words stared flashing sporadically with the clips. TOTAL TOP DOMINANT AGGRESSIVE RAW POWER ALWAYS IN CONTROL Rob loved the video and his cock started dripping pre-cum as he re-lived his experiences at the party through watching the video. But then a couple of confusing phrases popped up and lingered on the screen. ALL THINGS COME TO AN END TIME FOR A CHANGE Finally a clip appeared that showed Dolf grabbing Rob’s ass and winking at the camera followed by the hashtag: #TURNTHETOP It took Rob a minute or two but he suddenly understood the implication and started struggling again and yelling into the penis gag. Nick gave an evil laugh, “I see you are excited to get started with your featured performance tonight.” Rob desperately tried to shake his head NO, but his restraints kept him from really rotating his head from side to side. Nick continued, “This is what you wanted whore; just look at the evidence.” “First there is that throbbing cock of yours; it is actually dripping pre-cum.” Rob glanced down toward his cock and saw Nick was right. He didn’t understand why he was so hard right now, but for some reason his cock just wouldn’t go down. “Next there is the little matter of these,” Nick said as he pulled a prescription drug bottle out of his pocket and shook it in front of Rob’s face. “You have been so adamant that you were a total Top and didn’t therefore need to worry about HIV.” “Even though that may be a misguided belief, you were very vocal in expressing it.” “So if that’s the case, why would you be taking PReP; must be that you were planning on getting fucked raw.” “From the date of the prescription on the bottle it looks like you have been taking these regularly for a long time, so by conjecture you must have really wanted to take cock for at least as long.” With that final statement, Nick shook the pill bottle one more time and tossed it into a nearby trash can. Rob’s eyes were popping out of his head. He didn’t understand how Nick could have his prescription bottle and if he knew about the PReP, what else did he know? Nick then held up a stack of papers “Most importantly however my little cum dump wannabe, there is the matter of all these waivers, consent forms and contracts you signed.” “Here let me read you something from this one.” Nick flipped the pages on one of the documents and began reading. “Quote < I urgently realize my true desires and respectfully request that I am trained and transformed into a cock craving cum dump bottom using any and all means deemed necessary to achieve that status > Unquote”. “Is that not your name and signature at the bottom of this contract,” Nick asked Rob as he flashed the contract in Rob’s face. Nick continued, “Look at your quivering pink virginal hole, it’s just begging to be used.” He then stuck his index finger against Rob’s hole and pushed it in. Rob felt a strong burning sensation with the intrusion. As Nick removed his finger, Rob started feeling a desire he had never experienced before. His hole began twitching and Rob felt a need for something in his ass. “Oh, by the way, I have band for you to wear tonight” “I know you were concerned about not getting enough action since you couldn’t wear that guest band you had previously.” Nick raised his hand and dangled a pink woven bracelet and then placed it on Rob’s ankle. The sound of a loud bell penetrated the walls of the room. Rob recognized that sound from the party on Friday night. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Rob watched the two bears place leather executioner’s masks over their heads. Nick casually walked up to Rob’s side and leaned in to say, ”Let me use a phrase that you are very familiar with; time to make you compliant.” With that Nick quickly wrapped a tourniquet over Rob’s bicep and administered a strong slam of meth. When Nick removed the tourniquet and Rob started to cough, the penis gag was removed. Rob was flying; every little touch made him hornier. The leather bears removed his bonds and lifted him to his feet. Rob felt like he was floating and ready for anything. Nick followed the two bears as they half carried Rob to the party in the adjacent room. The packed crowd cheered as Rob was led into the room toward the platform in the center. He had a hard time with the steps, so the leather men had to carry him up the stairs by his arms. They then lifted him into the awaiting sling and strapped his arms and legs in place. Rob tried to scan the crowd for someone that would help him out of his predicament but it appeared everyone was laughing and having a good time; they all seemed very happy to see him so vulnerable. Nick walked to the top of the stage and raised his arms in a movement to quiet the crowd. “Fellow Pigs and Gentlemen, as promised we have delivered to you a Top that has realized his true calling as a cum dump bottom.” “Before we begin the festivities of breaking the new pig in, there is the matter of the online auction for the right to take his cherry.” Nick turned and started rubbing his fingers around Rob’s hole. He pressed a few times to show how the hole resisted and bounced back from the pressure. The action was shown in close up detail on the surrounding video screens. In fact, Rob himself had a clear view of the action as well since there was a video screen directly over his head pointing at his face. Not only was he going to feel it when he was fucked by his very first cock, he was going to be able to have a close up view of it live on the screen above his head. The placement of that screen was a strategic move by the party organizers. They had found that a virgin bottom would tend to clench tight as he saw a cock near his hole. It only made the entry feel that much better for the Top fucking him. “The winner has been notified and I’d ask that he now take the stage to pop this cherry.” There was some clapping and rustling in the crowd. Rob could see a figure approaching the stage but with his blurred vision he really couldn’t tell who it was until the guy was standing at his head and slapping a hard cock on his face. It was Cody! “Happy to see me slut?” "I knew from the night I met you I was going to take your cherry; even if it did cost me a month’s salary.“ Rob started to shake his head. This can’t be happening he thought; he was being betrayed by two people he had grown to like and trust; first Nick and now Cody. Cody stuck his cock in Rob’s mouth “Show me that you’ve gotten better at sucking cock.” As Cody slowly pumped his cock in and out of Rob’s mouth he felt no resistance; Rob was flying too high to even think of anything else and he hungrily sucked Cody’s cock like he was nursing on a bottle. “Who’s the apprentice now pig?” “By the end of the night you’ll earn your gold medal as a cum dump!” Rob sucked as hard as he could, trying to work a load out of Cody. “I see what you are doing pig, but it’s not going to work, my load is going in your ass.” Cody pulled his cock out of Rob’s mouth and said “Speaking of which…” He slapped his cock hard against Rob’s face and then walked back to the awaiting ass. “Look at the screen bitch,” Cody snarled as his stuck two fingers up Rob’s ass. “See how my fingers are working your ass and getting it ready for my cock!” Rob couldn’t believe the feeling; there was pain and pleasure. The feeling of Cody’s fingers up his ass was driving his hormones wild and watching the action on the screen as it happened was a surreal experience. Cody then lined his cock up at the pink cherry hole and yelled up at Rob “Are you ready asshole; I going to fuck you in the style you seem to enjoy most.” Cody reared back and thrusted his cock balls deep into Rob’s ass in one motion. As he did, he shouted one word. “HARD.” Rob howled and the crowded cheered. As seemed to be the tradition at these parties, the crowd started chanting “Fuck Him –Fuck Him”. Cody fucked at a steady pace for the most part; he rocked the sling for leverage making sure he did his best to make Rob feel each and every deep thrust. He’d occasionally thrust to the side to get a reaction from Rob. Rob was moaning but couldn’t say much after his initial howl because the two bears that had escorted him to the stage were busy using his mouth and throat. Actually it has more like using his whole face. While one was pumping his fat hairy cock down Rob’s throat, the other would be cock-slapping his face or poking his wet cock in Rob’s ear. Cody fucked Rob for nearly a half an hour and then raised one finger to the crowd, then two fingers and finally three. With one final thrust he shot his load in Rob’s now deflowered hole. After Cody pulled his cock out of Rob’s ass, he stuck in three fingers and fished out some of his newly deposited seed. He moved to Rob’s face and rubbed his dripping fingers over Rob’s mouth and face and then stuck his slimy cock in Rob’s mouth. “Clean it bitch,” he demanded. As Rob was sucking off the cum and ass juices from Cody’s cock, Cody yelled out to the crowd, “Whoever is next please step up and plow away.”

Part 16, welcome home. I laid there in the hammock while the others started to clean up There were several more people who were knocking on the door. I am guessing they were some of Mr. Ali's staff looking for instructions because he would say things like try the one in the sling by the pool. Or boy #5 up in loft should be ready for more by now, or there are two in the basement that probably need a break, but make sure they dont go far, others will want them in a little bit. As he was shutting the door, Jax lifted me out of the hammock. My god he is strong, I held onto his arms for stability. They were like tree branches, incredibly hard but remarkably smooth and soft as well. I was pretty lost in the power of them so I probably stared too long because then I heard him say, 'you kind of like my guns huh kid?' 'They are incredible. Maybe sometime if you could, I could go to the gym with you? I just found out I made the hockey team at State and need to bulk up.' 'Oh precious, I don't think you would want to go to my gym with me. You would get eaten alive.' That didn't really make much sense to me, but I said, well i have to get tough if I am going to play against with the big men in college. He smiled and said, lets see how you do over the next few days. But if you think you can handle them, they would love to show a nice little treat like you the ropes. I was a little dizzy... probably from that drink Mr. Ali gave me a couple hours ago so it took me a minute to get dressed like the others were. Slowly they started to leave the woodshed. Within a couple minutes they were all gone except Mr. Terry. As I pulled my t shirt back over my head he stepped up behind me. He grabbed the bottom of my t shirt and stretched it down my chest and belly. He wrapped his arms tight around me and was very gently playing with my nipples through my shirt. The scruff on his cheek was scratching my neck. I felt his tongue come out and lick my neck and I heard him breath in as if he was sniffing my hair or my neck? Or getting ready to taste his prey again. He moved to my ear and whispered....'you did amazing tonight, I cant wait to have you worship me again. Would you like that boy? Would you like Uncle Terry to stretch out that sweet little cunt of yours again? Let me put my gift in you over and over?' All I could do was nod, but he felt my head move and just kept rubbing his chest against my back and grinding his hips into my ass. I felt my cock getting rock hard again. He was still circling my nipples ever so slowly. Feeling his scruffy masculine chin on my tender neck was amazing. I just kind of melted back into him. He size and power kept me safe while he just played with me like a little doll. He whispered again into my ear... 'we are going to become very good friends, just like your daddy and I are. You are going to wake up in the middle of the night wondering where I am, why is my cock not inside you keeping you warm and safe. Why are you not looking into my eyes and feeling my powerful cock stretch your pussy lips wide. Do you remember that feeling of when my cock was milking your hole boy. Imagine what the inside of your pussy looks like coated with my sperm all over the walls of your colon? I nodded and let out a whimper. It was like the only thing I could do. I felt powerless to stop him and I didn't want to. I loved how in control of my mind and body he was. He continued to sway and grind a little more, just repeating little comments to my ear. A couple more kisses and he pulled apart from me and said, we better get back to the party. A few minutes later we walked back into the kitchen. Mr. Ali offered me to have a seat on a big chair and one of his staff handed me a drink and whispered in my ear....'Come back to us, Lukas come back to us'. And he snapped his fingers. I closed my eyes, shook my head and was like. Wow, what just happened. I felt a bit numb and confused. Where am I? What is going on? Oh.... right, I brought some pizza to a party. No, it was a pie. Right, that cherry pie everyone was so excited about. That's right, that's Mr. Ali the host. And this is his house. The room was bright and loud with everyone talking and commotion going on. Mr. Ali spoke loudly and laughed and I hear him yell out, 'Tony, your new pizza boy woke up'. I turned to my left and there was Mr. C. he had a beer in his hand and came over with a big smile on his face. 'Oh, nice of you to wake up Lukas.' 'I am so sorry Sir, I don't know what came over me. I was doing a tour with Mr. Ali, he was showing me his house. And he gave me a drink. Oh my god, yes, he gave me drink. I must have fallen asleep. I am so sorry, please don't be upset with me? I promise I will do better. Please don't fire me.' He laughed and said, 'Fire you, its not your fault pup, Mr. Ali needs to stop with his celebration drinks.' Still laughing he said, 'I am not upset at all, I have been have a good time. Actually, I had an amazing time. But lets get out of here ok? I stood up quickly and felt really funny. Man my legs were really tight and my butt was really sore. That chair isn't as comfortable as it looks, that's for sure. Mr. Ali rushed over and kissed my forehead and said. 'oh my child of god, it was wonderful to meet you after all this time. Thank you for helping me earlier and I do hope I will see you again very soon. You are a great boy and an lucky young man. You have some much brightness in your future. He handed me a $100 bill and said this is for helping me out today.' 'Wow, are you kidding me Mr. Ali? $100? Oh, that is too much, it is just too much.' 'No son, you deserve that and a lot more but it is already more than twice what Mr. C allows for tips' Mr. C looked at him and winked said, 'yes, it is a lot Lukas, I told you if you work hard it will pay off' As I was walking out to the truck, I was walking a little funny. Mr. C said, 'whats up Lukas, why are you limping?' 'I dont know Mr. C. my legs are like rubbery feeling and my butt feels really funny. I must have sat there funny during my nap. Again, I am so sorry about that.' He said, 'Well give me the key, I will drive.' I sat there quietly realizing I had three deliveries and had about a couple hundred in tips. This was more money than I ever had before. Mr. C was smiling and watching me count it. I took the $100 bill and said 'Mr. C, I would like you to keep this.' He said, 'that's very generous, but I am not about to take your money.' 'Well none of today would not be possible without you helping me, it is the least I can do.' 'Lukas, I had an incredible day also, I have watched you grow up and today I saw you take a big step toward becoming a man. I am proud of you. Do you want to know what you could do for me?' 'YES, anything!' 'Stay with me tonight?' 'Seriously? YES, I would love that. I don't want to think about going back home.' As we pulled into his driveway he opened the garage door. I looked at the garage door slowly open and cavernous garage open up to the light inside. Just then I had this flashback in my head of someone saying 'yeah, shine that light in there and open up for me, be a good boy and open wide.' At the same time I had this imagine in my head of a soft fleshy tunnel, wet and glistening, with white stuff coating the walls in thick layers. It was light inside, it looked like the back of my throat or my esophagus or something. My dick twitched and I reached up and touched my nipples. Almost to like check if they were still there. Whhoooow, that was strange. 'What the heck was that'... I thought to myself. Then I heard Mr. C, say 'What's wrong Lukas?' I shook my head and tried to tell him the flashback I just had. 'He commented, that is interesting, I love flashbacks like that. I had a similar one a few minutes ago' and he smiled and rustled my head again. As we entered his house he said 'is your leg still bothering you? You are still walking a little funny pup'. 'Yeah, I probably just need to do some stretching before bed' i said. 'Yes, yes we should, I have a few stretches in mind that I think would really help you out. Oh shit... damn it. 'What Mr. C, what is it.' 'Oh Lukas, I just remembered the cleaning lady didn't come today, I had the sheets for the spare rooms in the wash, but she didn't make the beds.' 'Oh that's ok Mr. C, I can sleep on the couch or in the hammock downstairs even.' 'No, that's ok, you are my guest, I will sleep on the couch' he said. 'Is it one of those big beds,' I asked? 'Oh yes, big king size and amazing soft.' 'Well, I dont mind sharing if you dont mind? Sometime's when my uncle visited he slept in my bed with me.' 'Oh? Well that is interesting in several ways, but yes, we could share, I don't mind at all if you are ok with it.' Mr. C said. I heard a noise down the hall and Mr. C said, 'Oh Lukas, I am so forgetful, I forgot but I told my very good friend Terry he could stay too. You might have met him at Mr. Ali's house? He said he bumped into you a couple times. He said he was having a cigar when you got there and then brought him some of the cherry pie.' As Mr. Terry, came out of the hallway, he and Mr. C hugged each other and then Mr. Terry came over and said, 'hello again pup.' I stuck my hand out and said 'Hello Mr. Terry, nice to see you again too. I hope you enjoyed the pie.' He passed by my hand and went in for a hug and said, 'it was the most amazing pie I have ever had and why don't you drop the Mr. and just call me Uncle Terry.' When he was hugging me his facial hair tickled my neck and it was almost like he was smelling me. How funny I thought, but yet, why is my dick getting hard? Why has it been getting hard all day? Mr. C commented to Uncle Terry, 'Lukas and I were just discussing sleeping arrangements, my housekeeper has all the beds torn up except the master bed. Lukas had said we could share. But I hadn't told him yet you were staying over as well. Why don't you and Lukas take the big bed and I can sleep on the couch.' 'Mr. C, I have an idea..... I don't need much room, we could have like a slumber party and all three sleep in the bed? I could be in the middle, again 'I don't need much room. Then you on one side and Uncle Terry on the other side...... Or you know, I can just go home, it would be ok.' 'NO NO NO, you are not going home. I mean. I would like it if you stayed here with us. Terry you wouldn't mind if Lukas sleeps between us tonight would you'? I felt Uncle Terry put his hand on the small of back near my waist line and say. 'I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Tony.' Mr. C walked down the hallway toward the bedroom and Uncle Terry's hand slipped a little lower and patted my butt. Fuck, my dick is getting even more hard. Maybe I am going to need to jack off before bed. I don't know whats wrong with me today. I then felt Uncle Terry take my hand and start to move me down the hall behind him.

Best bookstore fuck I've had in a long time today. Saw a short black bearded guy and started chatting with him. He was talkative and soon I was telling him Daddy liked what he saw. He started rubbing my chest so I guided his mouth to my nipple and he started sucking and licking it. Damn! I loved that. I pushed him down on the seat and pulled my cock out and shoved it in his sexy bearded mouth. Suck it good, son! I told him, and soon my cock was covered in a nice thick spit coat. I was just getting more and more worked up, and finally I told him I wanted to fuck him. He pulls off my cock so I stand him up and spin him around. I grab him and begin rubbing his hairy torso under his shirt. I pinch his nipples and suck on his neck a little. Then I reach down and undo his pants and push em down. I grab his hard as glass 5" cock and balls, squeezing em firmly and telling him Daddy needs to fuck him. I move my hands to his ass, on which I feel thick fur all over, and my cock goes crazy. I bend him over the bench and push some lube in his hole. I rub my cockhead in that beautiful hairy crack, then start pushing into his hole. It was a little rough for the cub, but he took it like a trooper and soon I was pounding his ass. "Fuck me Daddy, gimme your load," he says, and damn that pushed me over the edge. My balls tingled and my poz load was filling him up deep. I kept fucking until my cock softened, then pulled out and stood my new cumdump upright. I could smell a familiar odor when I pulled out my cock, but hell I didn't care. I grabbed his little cock, and it was soaked with precum so I jerked him off until I felt his cum shooting out his load. I wiped my hand off on his belly hair, then put my cock away and left. When I got home, Graybeard had my dinner ready for me, and I let him lick my dirty cock clean as I ate.

I rawdawged a married guy at bookstore after work. He was begging for my Daddy load, so I went deep and pozzed his ass good. Gave him a courtesy jerk since he was a good pig.

So I'm cumholin' at a motel - doing alright, three loads in so far - when in walk two younger Mexican guys. Well...one walks right in like he owns the place - the other hangs back a second before coming in. (Pro Tip: Duck tape is a MUST to cover the door mechanism so the door can just be pushed open) The assertive one (Alpha) strips down, the shy one (Beta) follows. I hit my knees to blow them hard. Thats when they start talking to each other in Spanish. I dont look it, but I speak fluent Spanish. So I understand everything they are saying. Turns out these guys are honest to goodness brothers. No lie. Brothers. Alpha assures Beta its all gonna be fine...that he's fucked "mariposas" (faggots) a bunch of times. But this was Beta's first time fucking a queer! (Maybe his first time fucking anyone) Alpha takes charge; tells his younger brother to lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows. I know the drill. I get on my knees to blow him while Alpha gets on his knees behind me, lubes his fat dong and shoves it in. He immediatly starts sawing into me. As he does, I'm blowing his younger brother. But everytime I look up at his face, the younger brother is focused on his older brother using my cunt. And his cock is getting harder and harder...and, I might add, much longer than his older brother. Soon enough, Alpha prompts a switch and Beta lines up behind me and slips into my sloppy hole. He hesitates to go deep so i back into him so that he has breached my inner ring. Funny...I believe he was surprised at the sensation. Yeah, in was definately his first faggot cunt. Alpha orders him to fuck me, but to not cum. They both get close several times as they trade off using my holes. But all the while, Beta's focus has been on his older brother. Seriously...its like he's looking past me...through me...like I'm not even there. So after awhile were taking a break - the brothers are laying side by side. I continue playing like i think they're buddies and chat them up in English. I comment to Alpha that "his buddy" was sure focused on him using my cunt earlier. I ask him if they ever fuck. Beta blushes. Alpha notices. I whisper to Alpha (loud enough for Beta to hear) "Your buddy's hungry for you...he wants you. He wants you to use him like you used me" Betas cock jumps upon hearing this. There is an instant palpable tension in the air. "Look at him... He wants you...he wants you to be his first..." "Es verdad?" (Is it true) Alpha asks his brother earnestly...his brother swallows hard and averts his eyes, but his cock answers...with a long slow leak of precum. Alphas cock is now also at full attention. Without a further word, the younger brother turns over flat on the bed...his smooth sweet ass on display. I part his cheeks to reveal his soft pink pussy. I watched as the older brother absently stroked his cock, transfixed as I squirt lube on his brother cunt. I had set the stage, so I stepped away from the bed...this is happening. Alpha lay down over his brother. "Lo quieres?" (You want it?) - asks the older one...in a breathy whisper right into his brothers ear. A quiet nod was his reply. And the older male slowly, lovingly entered his younger brother....claiming his virginity. A long sigh escaped Beta's mouth. A sigh of pleasure, of satisfaction...of a lifelong wish finally fulfilled. I am motionless. Transfixed. Watching from the corner. Not DARING to disturb this moment. And the older brother makes love to his younger brother for the first time. Slowly, gently. It is beautiful to watch. Time stood still as the older brother fucked his own flesh and blood with increasing urgency. Until there was no stopping, no turning back...until the family seed passed between them in a long suspended moment. The older brother kissed his younger brother on the neck repeatedly. They murmured something between them i could not make out. The younger brother turned onto his back. They exchanged soft kisses. The older brother used the back of his finger to wipe a tear from his brothers right cheek. They lay there in the glory...wallowing in the cumjoy. Holding on to each other and the magic of this moment. In time, the older brother went to clean up in the bathroom. The younger brother lay there..tears welling in his eyes and falling down his face. For he had finally been made whole. Wordlessly they both got dressed and left. We all three knew their lives had changed - that they had been changed - forever as they stepped out, silently, into the night.

Wow, that was more popular than I expected. Sorry I've been slow to get back, been busy as fuck with work. That being said, I got more for you guys. Enjoy. +++ I was still in a bit of a daze, trying to process everything that had just happened in the short span of a few minutes. Even now, with my dad's HIV-positive cum dripping out of my hole, I couldn't believe it, almost as if I was in the middle of a dream. My dad's hand slapping across my thigh jerked me out of it promptly enough, though, and I shakily turned over onto all fours, my limbs feeling weak under me. His hand came and hooked under my hips, tugging me backward toward him until I was a bit higher, my sore hole presented to him. He licked his lips, reaching for his phone and grabbing it. Under me, I could see my shadow suddenly pronounced, the light of his camera brightly illuminating behind me. I could feel his cock at my hole again, the head teasingly prodding at my abused pucker, then the sound of the camera snapping. Chuckling, he sent the photo off, then tossed the phone aside. Both hands went back to my hips, and with a sigh, he tugged me backward against him, his shaft sinking into my hole with a burning ache. "That's it, slide down on it, Mason," he growled, his hands gripping my midsection tightly as his hips thrust forward. The base of his cock was thick and throbbed hard as he pressed it into me, those hairy, heavy balls pressed hard against my hole. Still pressing in deep, he began to turn his hips around ever so slightly, grinding his cock around in me and pushing at the walls of my ass in every direction. Sliding back out, I could feel my hole being pulled out with him, every veiny inch tugging at my ring and making me shudder. He was no easy fuck by any measure, but at least now with a load in, it seemed to have an easier time than it did before. That wasn't to say it didn't hurt, though; I could still feel the sting with every thrust as his cum worked into my beat up hole. "Now that your cunt is nice and wet, I can take my time, enjoy it..." he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out. I could feel it, every inch of it, sliding in to me, a sick wet noise coming out every time his hips mashed up against my ass again. One hand went up from my waist to my neck, pushing it down and angling me so that my ass was up in the air, the perfect angle for him to drill in deep. One leg came up beside me, his foot planted not far from my head as he began to really, really rut me. The weight of him seemed to be pushing right into my ass, slapping roughly. His breath was heavy, clearly working to ram as hard as he could into me. The entire bed shook along with it, roughly battering against the wall. I couldn't help the small grunts that left me with his thrusts, his size making it impossible to stay quiet. Mitch had never been this rough with me, not to mention as big. It was no doubt too much for me, but my dad didn't care much. As my head was sideways on the bed, I could see him on top of me, a smiled spread wide across his face. Sweat was coating his body in a sheen, dripping through the hair and filling the room with his pungent, musky smell. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the tattoo again, watching it shift as his abs flexed with his movements. He looked down and saw me eying it, then chuckled to himself. "Like it, boy?" he said, grinning wider when he saw me look away. "Maybe we'll get you one, too... Put it right on your cunt, that way everyone knows what it's for," he said, closing his eyes and relishing the idea. As he did it, I could feel the head of his cock grinding over my prostate, my entire body twitching in response to it. He leered at me as he did it, then began to grind it over and over, watching me squirm under him. Even with the burning, I could feel my cock drooling down onto the bed. "Something tells me you're gonna love it, slut," he jeered at me as he jabbed forward over and over, pummeling my prostate until I couldn't help but cry and whimper out in time with it. "There you go, let it out. Daddy's got more to give you..." He stopped talking then, instead focusing on my fucking me literally senseless. It was too big, filling me up beyond what I could handle, but he didn't care, instead mashing my prostate repeatedly with frenzied strokes. His breaths came out in grunts and snarls, and before I knew what was going on, his foot was down on my face, pushing it into the bed as he snarled, ramming in as deep as he could. I thought he was going to cum soon, but he seemed to have other plans, sustaining the brutal rutting for a few minutes, his sweat dripping down onto my back and shoulders, his scent covering me outside like his load covered me within. Some of his cum dripped down my balls, a good bit of it squelching about and coating my ass and the hair around his groin. In the midst of the lewd, wet noises, I could hear his phone buzzing, and finally, he slowed down for a brief moment to reach down over and pick his phone up. His foot left my face then, and I got a chance to breathe for a bit while he paid attention to his phone. He put it up to his ear, only slowing down his thrusts as he said, "You're here? Yeah. No, go on ahead. The door's unlocked. We're upstairs." He hung up, and soon after, heavy footfalls began to make their way up the stairs. When they reached my room, the door opened to reveal what I could only guess was a trucker, from the look of it. He was a big bear of a man, his belly big and round unlike my dad's more muscular, dense tone. He was dressed in a leather jacket, an oil-stained pair of jeans, and a confederate flag cap. He stood a good foot taller than my dad, and as he came in, I could feel my heart race at the knowledge of what he was here for. Even now, I could see the sizable swell of his bulge in the front of his jeans. "This your new cunt?" "Sure is. This is Mason... I think I told you about him," he said with a devious grin. For his part, the newcomer seemed surprised. "Mason, say hello to my buddy Jack. Y'all are gonna get to know each other real well," he said, not missing a beat as he continued to thrust away. Jack seemed the opposite; clearly, my dad hadn't told him who it was that he'd found to stick his cock into. "Jesus, Connor, you're pozzing your own son?" for a moment, I took his incredulity to be disapproval, but he then whistled, shaking his head and reaching down to rub at his bulge. "Sure am. Caught him with his legs up like a whore, so..." he trailed off, chuckling. Jack grinned back, shaking his head. He was loving it, standing there and watching as my dad fucked away. The intensity picked back up and soon I was grunting again, my hands grasping at the sheets while I slammed forward over and over again. Jack came forward to the bed, his denim-covered groin right in front of me. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, the outline of his cock visible through the jeans. It was monstrous, even bigger than my dad's. "You know, we call Jack here Jack the Ripper, on account of his cock having a knack for tearing up a cunt when he uses it," my dad said, and I had no trouble believing him. If my dad was a tough fit, it was impossible to imagine that massive thing entering me. He began to undo his belt, the buckle loosening around his midsection and the jeans sliding down. His belly hung down over some, but even then, I could see the fat, uncut cock hanging down from it, a piercing peeking out from the foreskin. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it looked to be at least 7 inches already. "Get your mouth on it, boy." Jack was all too happy to help, reaching down with a hand to run his fingers through my hair, gripping it some and bringing my face to the base of his cock. His scent was strong there, like salt and maleness, and I could feel his cock throb against my face, grinding against it as my mouth got a taste of his balls. He held me there, forcibly burying my face in his dense pubic hair against him. After a few moments, he pulled me up, giving me only a moment to pause before the tip was at my lips, the piercing pressing in between them and making its way in as his shaft stretched my jaws open. It was a cramped fit, and the sensation of that piercing rubbing into the back of my throat wasn't helping. Jack wasn't one to care, though; every time I tried to pull back off of his cock, his hand would hold me steady, forcing me further back down instead of letting me up for air. I could feel tears in my eyes as I fought not to retch, barely keeping my stomach down before that glistening length was popped out, dripping with spittle and precum and positively huge. At full length, he was about eleven inches, the base of it looking about as thick as my wrist. Behind me, I heard my dad laugh. "I felt that... You're tightening up your cunt just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was impossible not to, and I suddenly found myself glad that my dad was still fucking me, ironically enough. The longer he fucked me, the longer I had before Jack had his turn. Almost as if reading my mind, my dad began to pick up the pace, snarling as he pounded away. "Stuff his throat again, Jack. I want him to squeeze it out..." Jack nodded, grabbing my head in his massive paw of a hand and pushing me down on his cock again, my face soon buried under his belly as his cock fucked deep into my throat, the front of my neck bulging out obscenely with it. I tugged away, desperate for air, and I could feel my hole clench around my dad's cock, a hiss coming from between his teeth as he hunched over me, his sweaty belly on my back, chest on my shoulders, breath hot on my ear. With a low grunt, he slammed in deep, his cock flexing and spewing another load into me. His weight went slack, relaxing as pulse after pulse of cum was deposited inside me. Jack finally let me off of his cock, thick strands of spittle connecting from my lips to it. "Turn 'im around,'" he grunted, and after a moment, my dad picked himself up off of me, my back wet with his sweat, then pulled his cock out of me with a tug. His cock popped out of me and I gasped, feeling the warm cum leaking out of me and the emptiness left without his cock inside me. I didn't have much time to ponder or savor it, though, as they both maneuvered me around roughly, making me turn around onto my back so that my hole was at the edge of the bed. At that point, I could see Jack above me, a cigar between his lips. He brought a lighter to the tip, holding it there till it was well-lit and glowing orange. Putting the lighter away, he stepped forward, one hand pulling his cock up then letting it slap down against mine on the bed. It was almost comical how his cock dwarfed mine, and I could tell already that it was going to be a painful fit given how heavily it lay against me. That was all the reprieve I got, though. Jack soon pulled his hips back some, that cock sliding down my balls until the piercing was pressed up into my crack. I could feel the metal pressing against my open pucker, and as I began to fidget, my dad's hands came down on my arms, pinning them down and holding me in place. "Now, now, boy, don't be rude." "Dad, please, he's too big, there's no way he's gonna fit," I begged, too terrified of that cock to worry about the fact that I was being disobedient. "Aw, hell, boy, that's what they all say," Jack said, chuckling to himself as he pushed his cock into me, no warning or preparation. I simply felt the metal pushing past my pucker, then the fat head soon following. Given how my dad had been fucking me, it wasn't too terrible of an entry, but his cock soon filled out, and I could feel my hole being stretched once more. The burn returned, soon replaced by the sharp pain of my hole being opened beyond what it was supposed to. It relentlessly pushed forward even as my hole desperately tried to push it out. "There you go... I can feel your pussy milking me, baby... Gonna knock you up with my strain too...." he said, sighing and letting smoke stream out. He wasn't even fully into me, but I already felt like I was being split in two. Before long, he seemed to hit a wall, my hole stubbornly refusing to give despite his rough jabs. He seemed annoyed by this, then reached into one of his pockets. "Sniff." He held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I knew what they were of course and I gladly obeyed, bringing my head forward a bit to put my nose at the edge and inhaled deeply. They were new and strong, and I immediately felt the rush going through me and the pain in my hole lessen. "Again." Another few hits, each time getting me more giddy than before. By the time he was done, I felt weak, the burn in my hole almost feeling distant. Jack seemed satisfied, and with a rough thrust, I felt him break in deep, his shaft sliding in the remaining few inches with relatively little difficulty. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in me... Entirely in me. I looked down, almost expecting to see a bulge in my stomach where I could feel his cock pulsing in me, as if deep in my core. I let head fall back then, almost delirious. This couldn't be happening, could it? My dad seemed to take advantage of the opportunity to straddle my face then, covering up my view of Jack. "How about you clean off daddy's cock, hm?" He said, pushing his shaft in between my lips and sliding the cum-slick length down into it. It didn't taste too bad, though I could still taste a hint of metal in it from the way he'd torn me up. No doubt Jack was only making it worse, especially as he began to pull his shaft out of me. I could feel his piercing dragging out inside of me, the sensation making me groan around my dad's cock as it hauled back and forth in me. I felt like I was being punched in the gut over and over, being stuffed so utterly again and again. "Fuck, I ain't gonna last long at this rate," Jack said to himself with a chuckle, and I could see my dad grinning above me. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say he looked proud. "Yeah, I really scored with this one, didn't I?"

It had been a few months since posting my number on Breedingzone, and pornhub. But it finally paid off when a trucker texted me to say that he was going to be at the truck stop , in Olive Branch, MS.. I told him I stay one mile from the Flying J and would love to meet up with him. He let me know that next Tuesday and every Tuesday after that he would be in the area, and really wanted to breed my fuck hole. This was on a Thursday and I was so excited about the coming week. He text Tuesday morning to let me know he would be there around 5pm. I said GREAT since I usually work until 4 or 5pm. When I got off work I went right home showered and got my hole ready to take his load, or loads.. I text him when ready and he said to meet him outside the J in 15 mins. I arrived and OMG , the man was about 6'3 , 220 lbs and just a big bear of a man. I walked up to him and he said OH YEAH, you are going to be my whore for the night. We walked out to his truck and got in. As soon as I was in , and said ok, now get those fucking clothes off and start servicing your daddy. His cock was about 8.5 and had one of biggest mushroom heads I had ever seen. I quickly took it all and nursed it for about 30 mins , before he said good boy, now daddy wants that hole you been telling me about. I got on my knees and he lubed my hole and then with out warning just plowed in balls deep. I was in heaven and pain all at the same time. He just kept saying shut up and take that fucking cock, you little whore. He told me he was going to knock me up and make me his regular weekly fuck. He fucked me for like an hour and then told me clean off his cock, which I did , as a good bottom slut . While I was sucking his cock he was busy on his phone. He was talking with someone and said : Yeah just put my first load in and getting serviced for my next load. Yeah , I am in the red truck middle row, 4th truck in . I was not sure what was going on. But soon learned that my new Daddy was whoreing me out. (HOT) About 15 mins later a knock was at his truck door, and he said your next load is here. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and went and let the guy in. He was a tall thin guy with lots of tatts up and down his arms. He quickly took off his clothes and showed his 9 inch cock that had a tat off a scorpion on it. That was really fucking hot. He also had a bio tat on his chest circling his nipple. He looked at me and said: oh yeah I'm going to enjoy giving this bitch my toxic seed. I quickly took his cock into my hungry mouth and sucked him as best I could , it was so damn big and I was doing my best to deep throat it but it was to big and had curve that was hot as fuck. I serviced him for only about 15 mins and he was fingering my hole the whole time. He looked down at me and said ok BITCH TIME TO BREED. I turned around and presented my freshly used hole and begun to eat my hole like never before. My trucker Daddy got in front of me and forced his huge cock down my throat again. After a few minutes the guy behind me got up and mounted me. His cock was nice and the curve really felt awesome. I could not say anything as my new Daddy had his cock balls deep in my throat. The second guy was fucking my hole like a true top stud. Slamming it in and out and calling me a dirty fucking whore the whole time. My daddy was just laughing saying : Yeah FUCK THIS BITCH GOOD. He fucked my hole for about 20 mins before saying, here you go bitch , TAKE MY TOXIC SEED.. I lay there for a mins and started to get up when Daddy said : where you think your going? You are my whore for the night and you are staying right here till I put at least two more loads in that bitch cunt. The second guy laughed and said : YEAH YOU FUCKING WHORE, WE ARE GOING TO BREED THAT CUNT ALL NIGHT.. I ended up staying in the truck for the next 3 hours and took 2 more loads from each of my Top Breeders. It was so great and I gave my second guy my number and told him : Here is my number . 618-967-7232... Text me anytime you get this way. They both sent me a text at least twice a month and kept my hole well used. And yes this is my true cell number.

It's great that your trying to move the story to appeal to as many as you can but you can't please everyone. Your a good writer so just do what you do and people will either like it or won't.

Part 58 - Diving down Ric kept thinking about the day and all of the nearly naked guys he had been checking out. Shane, Marty and Zac had headed down to the game room but he really wasn’t interested in tagging along. Ric put on his workout gear and decided to visit the hotel gym. Just before he walked out of the room, he sent a sent off a text message. He had been debating whether he should do it, but finally decided he didn’t have anything to lose. “hey, Dave. at uni until sunday for swim camp. got THE room, lol. meet?” He had brought a couple hundred dollars with him on the chance he could meet with Dave, but wasn’t sure how much he charged. He had gotten a free fuck when he found out he was poz and another from the club initiation, but figured getting another was too much to ask. He felt he really had a connection to Dave and he loved having sex with him. Dave had changed his life in so many ways and everyone of them was positive. He stuffed the phone back in his jeans and went down to the gym. Ric walked in and there was a couple middle aged guys doing a workout routine. They looked like businessmen and really weren’t his type. He had fucked one guy over thirty years old and that was when he visited an adult book store during Christmas break. He found some older guys to be sexy, but most of the guys that really turned him on were his age to about 5 years older. Besides, if he wanted to fuck an older guy, his dad was always willing. He wandered over to the treadmill and set it up for a mild jog. He wasn’t really a fitness freak, but he found an occasional workout felt good. Seeing some sweaty guys didn’t hurt either. He made it through the first mile when the door opened and one of the coaches that he saw at the swim camp walked in. The guy obviously recognized Ric and nodded before heading to one of the weight machines. Ric kept jogging, watching the other guys and then letting his mind drift to Spencer and the black swimmer from the camp. He had a porno playing in his mind with the three of them fucking each other’s brains out. The door opened again and the four guys working out all looked. Ric was pleasantly surprised to find it was Spencer. The smile on his face must have been too obvious because Spencer came over and said “Hi…. Ric?” Ric chuckled and said “Yeah, you got it right. Hi Spencer.” Spencer took the other treadmill next to Ric and the two jogged along glancing over at each other and occasionally catching the other one looking and then laughing. Ric and Spencer chatted about the day’s swim camp trying not to be too obvious about the growing lust between them. A half hour after Spencer had arrived, Ric decided he had enough jogging for now, unless it was to chase Spencer and rip his clothes off. Spencer slowed down to a walking pace and asked “What are you thinking?” Ric laughed and said “You probably don’t want to know.” “If it’s what I think, then yeah I do” Spencer replied. Ric had seen a couple people go in to the locker room area and hadn’t come out, so he opened the door and saw that there were 2 more doors, one men’s and one women’s. He poked his head into the men’s locker room and saw no one but heard talking coming from the shower and sauna area. Heading back to the gym area, he walked up to Spencer and said “The locker room is taken. Can we go back to your room?” Spencer grinned and whispered “Sorry, I’m sharing a room and he was on the phone with his wife when I left.” “Well, maybe we can use my room. I’ll just put out the ‘do not disturb’ sign and hope my roommates get the hint when they come back from the game room” said Ric quietly. Spencer got off the treadmill and followed Ric back to the room. “Holy shit! What did you do to get this room?” Spencer asked as they walked into room 152. “Its a long story, but its been broken in already” Ric said with a chuckle. Spencer looked around and noticed a small dresser next to the bed with labels on each of the three drawers. He opened the top drawer labeled “B” and found four pairs of leather cuffs, several nylon straps with carabiners, a couple blindfolds, a hood with removable eye and ear patches and a cat of nine tails. His jaw dropped and he muttered “Fuck.” He closed it and opened the middle drawer labeled “T” and found several dildos, three butt plugs in different sizes, several cock rings in metal and rubber, two fleshlights, a sounding kit and a bottle brush and toothbrush, which he thought odd. Ric had walked up next to him and was looking the toy drawer over and said “Hmm, this is new.” Closing the drawer Spencer was almost afraid of opening the third drawer marked “W.” Opening it up, there was a large rubber sheet that fit the bed, a funnel gag, a ball gag and a gas mask with a tube. “What the fuck, dude?” asked Spencer. “I guess the manager really hooked us up with some weird shit” said Ric. “You ever try any of this stuff?” asked Spencer. “Just the cuffs and straps” replied Ric as he took his sweaty t-shirt off and moved closer to Spencer, sliding his hands under his tank top and pushing it up over his head. Spencer turned around and pulled Ric close as he kissed the lips that he had been looking at all day. They were soft like he expected, but Ric was more aggressive when kissing than Spencer was prepared for. Their tongues poked and probed around each other’s mouths. Each seemed to be trying to figure out who was in control. Ric rubbed his hands over Spencer’s chest before moving to his back, feeling the muscles on his shoulders and then down his back. Sliding his hands inside the athletic shorts, he found the strap of his jockstrap and then grabbed each mound of his muscled ass. Spencer ended the kiss and whispered into Ric’s ear “Are you top or bottom?” unsure what he wanted as an answer. “Vers” replied as he pulled Spencer into his body, trapping both of their hard cocks between them. “Fuck yeah! We’re flipping then” Spencer said. Ric slid his fingers between the crack and pressed his finger to Spencer’s hole. Spencer gasped and then moaned into Ric’s ear. He pushed his ass back and with only sweat as lube Ric’s finger went in deeper. The rough finger entering his ass was exciting Spencer. He wasn’t sure if it was just inexperience that made Ric do it or if he liked to fuck rough. He was hoping it was the latter. Ric worked his finger in to the second knuckle and then pulled it out, quickly pushing Spencer’s shorts to the floor. Spencer licked his way down Ric’s body, and stopped at his chest. “Wow, you have a tattoo too. That looks really hot” Spencer said. He licked over the stars and then gently nibbled on Ric’s left nipple. Ric moaned and thought “just wait til he sees the other one.” Spencer continued kissing down his chest, admiring the firm, hairy pecs and the trail of fur over his abs. He could feel the sizable cock that was under the shorts Ric was wearing and was a bit surprised. He pulled Ric’s shorts and trunks down together and the thick shaft slapped him in the face. Spencer jumped back and then his eyes grew as he saw Ric’s cock in front on him. Ric placed his hand behind Spencer’s head and pulled him towards his cock. Spencer swallowed hard, hoping he could take it all in. He licked the tip of foreskin and followed with his lips around the shaft. He pulled the skin back with his hand leaving his tongue to explore the mushroom head and let the foreskin slide back, his tongue holding it from hiding the head. Spencer’s eyes were closed as he worshipped the cock in front of him and he descended taking more of Ric’s cock into his mouth. Moving back and forth he tasted the sweat on Ric’s shaft, getting closer to the base with each bob of his head. When the end of Ric’s cock started to nudge into his throat, Spencer tried all of the tricks he knew to not gag on it. Spencer opened his eyes and went to look up at Ric with his cock about to go down his throat when he saw the other tattoo. He tried to focus which was difficult since he was only a few inches away. He pulled back until he could focus and then he realized what it was. “You’re poz?” Spencer blurted out as soon as the cock was out of his mouth. “Yeah, I am. You cool with it?” Ric said nonchalantly. Spencer was breathing fast and hard. “Uh… uhhh… I… I don’t know” he said. Ric looked down and he could see the wheels spinning inside Spencer’s head. He half expected Spencer to get up and run out of the room. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. “Oh fuck… I… I just wasn’t expecting this from someone your age” stammered Spencer. “Are you on prep?” asked Ric. “No, I’m not” Spencer said, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. Ric figured that was the end of sex for the night. At least Spencer hadn’t run out of the room, screaming like the last guy who freaked when he saw the tattoo. “Why didn’t you say something before?” asked Spencer. “Well, we hadn’t gotten to the point where you were going to be at risk” Ric replied, hiding the truth that he really wasn’t going to say anything. “Risk? You mean you’re not undetectable?” asked Spencer. “No, I’m not on meds” Ric said. “Fuck, I… If… Uh... If this had been last year I would have been all excited to take your load, but I gave up chasing last fall” said Spencer. Ric was startled at what Spencer just told him, but recovered quickly and said “Well, now you have your chance. I’ve got a good history of giving guys the bug.” “Oh fuck… I talked myself out of it last summer… but… now…” Spencer said, his voice trailing off as the debate ran through his brain at 900 mph. Ric put his hand on Spencer’s leg and squeezed. “I understand if you don’t want to do it. But here’s a chance you may not have had when you were chasing” Ric said quietly. After a minute of silence, Spencer turned to Ric and said “Let’s do it.” Ric dragged Spencer to the middle of the bed, flipping him on to his knees. It only took seconds for Ric’s cock to return to its fully extended state and he climbed behind Spencer and spread his tight ass apart, leaning in and pushing his face into the crack. Spencer let out a giggle as he felt Ric’s beard press into the smooth skin. It was a new feeling for him as he realized he had never been rimmed by a guy with a beard. Ric’s tongue was working in overdrive, fucking into the tight hole and getting it to relax. He jabbed a finger next to his tongue and then suddenly pulled back. “Do you want to increase your chances that it takes?” asked Ric. “Uh, sure. But how?” asked Spencer. Ric went over to the small dresser and opened the middle drawer and pulled out the toothbrush. Climbing back on the bed he pulled off Spencer’s sock and then pushed it into his mouth. He ripped the toothbrush out of the package and slowly he pushed the it in. Spencer screamed out, the sock muffling most of the noise. Ric moved it in and out, twisting it around and pulled it out, seeing the bristles now bright red. He set it on the nightstand and then lined his cock up. Ric shoved his cock in, feeling it plow through the outer ring and inside the now bloody tunnel. Spencer screamed out again and Ric could see him shake and sweat. He knew he only had a short amount of time before his friends would be back and started to pound Spencer’s hole. There was no warmup, no nice and easy strokes of his cock to let Spencer get used to its girth and length. In seconds he was bottoming out, his pubes mashed against the smooth muscular ass. He pulled back six inches and then thrust back in. Spencer was grunting with each jab of his cock and Ric moaned in pleasure as he felt the pressure from Spencer’s hole gripping his shaft. It was an urgent fuck and Ric tried to inflict as much damage with his cock as quickly as he could. The thick cock was stretching the tissue and then retreating before it pummeled it again. Ric could feel the wet hole which he imagined was a mixture of ass juices, blood and precum. Faster and faster he pumped his cock in, bare skin slapping together as his body slammed into Spencer’s. Ric started to grunt and his balls tightened up. He couldn’t understand anything that Spencer was yelling around the sock. He might have been asking to ‘stop’ or maybe it was ‘harder’ or something else. It didn’t matter, Ric was too close to do much more than enjoy the rush of flooding another neg hole full of his venomous seed. He drove his cock in deep and could hear Spencer scream again and his cock just pulsed over and over as ropes of cum coated the insides of Spencer’s guts. Ric pulled back a little and let his cock shower near side of the inner ring with his poison. The shots of cum subsided and Ric fell on to Spencer’s back, gasping for breath. They laid there for a while until Ric reached around and pulled the sock out of Spencer’s mouth and then kissed the back of his neck. “Holy fuck! You’re an animal” exclaimed Spencer. Ric chuckled and said “Thanks, I think.” He slowly pulled his cock out of the tortured hole and then said “stay there a sec.” Ric dug back into the dresser and pulled the medium sized butt plug out of the drawer and spit on it before pushing it into Spencer’s throbbing hole. “I need that back before we check out on Sunday” Ric said. He laid down on the bed next to Spencer and the two kissed and stroked each other’s bodies for several minutes. “We should shower before my roommates come back” Ric said. The two got up and went into the bathroom. “Wow, this is amazing” Spencer said as he saw the shower douche setup and the shower for four. Ric laughed again and said “A lot of fun has happened in this room.” They showered and then Spencer put on his sweaty workout gear. Giving Ric a kiss he said “Thanks, that was the wildest fuck I’ve ever gotten.” Suddenly there were a couple fists pounding on the door. Ric unlocked the door and let the Shane, Marty and Zac in as Spencer tried to escape without saying anything. “You dog you. Tagged a coach?” Shane asked. Ric just smiled as he grabbed some clothes and got dressed for dinner.

I went to Flex Atl yesterday but unlike so many times there before it was dead. The guy in the room next to me got fucked, so at least someone was getting action but I was getting nothing except for letting one guy cum on my chest. So I txted a black top I have played with off and on for years. He txted me back saying "you went to Flex without my permission?" I saw an opportunity so jumped at it. "Yes I did. Are you gonna punish me for it?" And he txted "Yes slut, get your ass over here now you are in trouble!" So I bailed and drove to his house. Totally high on weed I went inside his apt. and he immediately forced me to my knees and stuck his cock in my throat and gagged me for awhile, then bent me over his sofa and rape fucked me, all the time spanking my ass as hard as he could with his huge hands, hitting me in the same spot again and again an that shit hurt! I cried out as he told me to shut up an kept spanking an fucking me. My head bobbed hard up an down as I took it and he flooded me an left me bent over his sofa, cum dripping out my hole like a rape victim. It was SO hot! Then I left an decided to try for more so I drove to a club called Tokyo Valentino in downtown ATL. Ive gotten lotsa action there before but some nights can be dead, too. You never know. In an upstairs group room I passed a black guy who checked me out so I went in the room with him, asked if he was a top. "Yes" he said. "Im a bottom, wanna have sum fun? It beats just walking around. "Yeah" he said an pulled his cock out, which was huge, an intimidating 10" Im guessing an very thick. I was naked in seconds an down on my knees sucking an throating it. Other guys came in to watch an we had an audience. He bent me over a padded bed an fucked me doggy. I was already open an lubed from my last fuck but he stretched it an pounded it hard an it hurt SO fucking good an I needed poppers to open up more for him. he fucked me for awhile then told me to get on my back which is my favorite so I flipped an put my legs in the air like the good slut I am an he pounded me hard an deep an I felt impaled by his cock. While he fucked me he grabbed my tits and squeezed them an another guy came an from the side jammed his cock in my mouth an I sucked him as I got fucked. Dude took a break an let another black guy come up an fuck me too. This guy pounded me an came in me quickly an it was like taking a break from the other guys huge dick. When the second dude was done breeding me the main guy came back an put it in again an fucked me sum more. I ended up back in doggy position taking it hard an deep, out of my mind with sex an weed an poppers. I screamed an moaned like a raped bitch as he pounded me out an i thought I couldnt take anymore an he kept going an moaned himself. I knew he was coming. "Yes!" I begged. "Yeah? You want it?" he asked. "Yes pls!" I screamed, an he flooded me, the pressure of his cum stretching my ass deep inside. Afterwards we hung out together. I followed him around like a puppy, his slut for sure, an we excahned numbers and are going to get together again. he films shit so I wanna be in one of his vids.

And the journey begins to become the pig cum bttm he really is...I suspect there are more toxic loads in his very near future.

1. Got sucked good n hard 2. Fucked 3. Ate my dinner as the pig sat on floor at my feet servicing my boots. ?.

A/N : Hey guys ! It's been a long time, but no worries, sooner or later, I always get horny for some good old gay incest. So here's the next part of the story, which I almost took to whole other direction, but ultimately I changed my mind. It would've required the story to be moved to another section of the site, and I wanted to keep this "clean", at least for now... Let me know what you think. There's no better compliment than telling me my story made you shoot loads, so shoot away ! Daddy and Josh. ————————————————————————————————————— I glanced at Josh, studying his gorgeous face, his innocent looks betraying the evil mastermind that really was. I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him, not really. Anyone else would have already exposed the incestuous nature of my relationship with Brandon. But Josh here? He was perverted enough to actually find that hot, and was giving us a chance to keep it a secret. I prayed to God the nature of our relationship would never be exposed more than it already was. “Where are you taking me?” I asked halfway through the drive, fidgeting in my seat as I conjured all kinds of crazy things Josh was going to do to me. “To my moms’ place,” Josh answered, surprising me. “They’re on vacation in Bali for two weeks, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.” Moms? Oh God. It struck me then. Had Josh never met his father? It could explain his Daddy kink. It didn’t explain my son’s though. I still didn’t understand how Brandon’s mind became so twisted. I’d always thought of myself as a good father, but evidently, the situation I had gotten myself in with my son couldn’t be explained so easily. Before I knew it, we arrived at Josh’s place. It was in a pretty nice residential neighborhood not far from where we lived, actually, and the house looked like nice and homey. Josh grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car, a seductive smile on his face. He carried my overnight bag, and even opened the door for me. It was all so surreal, I still had a hard time believing it. “Make yourself at home, Daddy,” Josh said, sounding like a giddy little boy though he was anything but little. I watched him walk ahead and run up the stairs with my stuff, leaving me alone to discover his childhood home. My eyes were drawn to the framed pictures adorning the wall of the wooden stairs. I grabbed one with Josh standing between his two mothers, the three of them looking so happy at a park. One of Josh’s mothers looked familiar to me, with her blonde wavy hair and green eyes, her delicate features. Her name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t remember it. Did I know her from high school ? “That one was taken on my 11th birthday,” Josh’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Were you adopted?” I asked. “No, my mom got pregnant from a one night stand in college,” Josh answered with a shrug. “That was before she finally accepted the fact that men weren’t her thing. I never met my father.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, looking back at the picture. That was when it hit me. I did know Josh’s mother, and I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten her. “Tessa,” I muttered her name, as memories of our encounters flashed through my mind. We hadn’t socialized much in college, we were on friendly terms because of our common friends, but we were acquaintances at best. Except for one party when we’d been much closer than that. “You know my mom?” Josh said, looking at me wide eyes. “We knew each other in college, haven’t seen her since then,” I answered, a little taken aback by how small the world was, and that was the end of the conversation. Josh took my hand and led me up to his bedroom, where he eagerly threw me on his bed. I rolled over to the edge and got up, backing away from Josh. “I’m not going to do anything with you,” I said. I was not going to give him that satisfaction. He was blackmailing Brandon and I, I had already agreed to come with him, but I never agreed to have sex with him—no matter how tempting he was. This was crazy and it was my fault. I had let my horny mind take over and leading me into one poor decision after another. Had I not signed up on that cursed app, I never would’ve cheated on Kate with my own son. I never would’ve found out my son harbored unspeakable feelings for me, and we never would’ve acted on them. I never would’ve fallen for Brandon and ruined his life. “Oh but you are, Daddy,” Josh said as he stripped off his shorts, leaving only his tiny white speedo on. He was an enticing sight, and it pained me to admit that the only way to stay strong was to look away. I started for the bedroom door, not knowing how I was going to survive the night here alone with this young predator, but I knew I needed some fresh air away from Josh. “Come on, Daddy, I know you want this as much as I do,” Josh purred, grabbing my wrist and yanking me close to him, his big body overwhelming me. Damn the kid was tall, his arms locked tight around my waist. I looked up at him, his hands resting on my ass, kneading it leisurely. My cock is achingly hard, and so was his, and the moment he started thrusting his hips, I began to lose it. “I don’t,” I said, stepping away before I could give in to my urges and heading for the door once again. This time, Josh let me go, and I quickly made my way down to the living room. I had no plan, but being anywhere but the bedroom seemed like the best course of action. I sat on the couch, which was big enough for my frame to sleep on comfortably, and if I had my way, I was going to spend the night on it, alone. “I’m losing patience, Daddy,” Josh said as he joined me in the living room, completely naked this time, with his phone in hand. He brought his phone up and started taking pictures of me—I instinctively brought my hand up to hide my face, only to realize that he was actually recording. “Daddy, why won’t you fuck me? I’m so hungry for your cum,” Josh said, approaching dangerously. He was jerking himself, phone camera pointed at his large dick, then back up to me. “Josh, stop this,” I ordered, trying to sound as reprimanding as I could, which seemed to work as he stopped. “Fine,” he said, pouting as he sat next to me, huddling close. I allowed it, hoping it would appease Josh. “I know what’ll get you horned up,” Josh said, getting back on his phone. Within a few seconds, the giant TV mounted on the wall facing us turned on, and my eyes grew wide when I saw what he’d cast on the TV. It was Brandon. My son, completely naked, lying on his back, his big son cock resting on his smooth and rock hard body. Josh had a sex tape of my son, who looked completely dazed, his beautiful eyes directed at the camera, his mischievous grin making me so hard I could hardly think. “Do you like it, little brother?” Josh’s voice came through clearly. “Fuck yeah, big bro,” Brandon replied, and the view shifted down until I saw Josh’s raw cock buried deep in my son’s hole. The sight made my insides churn with envy and anger. How dare Josh show me a tape of him fucking my son?! But fuck, the dirty incestuous talk between them, the beautiful sight of my son made me want to shoot my third load of the day. Josh had obviously caught on my raging hardon, and plastered himself all over me, hand slowly jerking me off. I was frozen, mesmerized by the TV screen. “Breed me, Josh, breed your little brother,” Brandon begged as the fucking started getting frantic, the camera showing Josh’s cock going in and out, often showing the entire length of Brandon’s beautiful body getting fucked, his hands holding onto the bed’s headrest. “Such a cumslut, little bro,” Josh panted. “Look at that creamy hole.” And look I did. The camera focused on my son’s tight hole as Josh pulled out, white thick fluids coming out of it. Fuck, it was so hot. That Josh really knew how to film. “Do you want a second load in there?” “Yes, please, give it to me big brother,” Brandon begged again, which was only lowering my defences further. Damn. How long ago did this take place, and how often? I wondered. Before recent events, I never would’ve suspected my son was having unprotected gay sex so casually. He was good at keeping up appearances; I had never seen this coming. Having a Daddy kink was one thing, but it blew my mind to see my son’s sexual kinks so incest-oriented. “I have a couple more,” Josh whispered in my ear, one hand still stroking my cock while the other slipped underneath my shirt to play with my nipples. “But I bet you’ll like the one I filmed earlier by the pool best.” Freeing one of his hands, he got back to his phone, and as announced, put on the incriminating sex tape he was using to blackmail me. I hadn’t seen much earlier, but damn it was hot. He’d filmed everything, from beginning to end, I realized. “I finally have you all to myself,” Josh grinned. He licked at my neck, grinding his smooth body against mine, our cocks hardening together. “Fuck,” I said, groaning as I enjoyed this young man’s body. I couldn’t help myself, watching Brandon and I making love had torn all my defenses down. Besides, Josh did feel exceptionally good, and I let my arms wrap around Josh’s broad back. The bastard had won. “You taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said, the last word hitting me hard. I was sick, I knew it, still I enjoyed hearing Josh call me that. I captured Josh’s lips, kissing him like my life depended on it. I was trapped with Josh, and no matter how bad I felt over this situation, how guilty I felt for cheating on my wife—and, even if I hated to admit it, on my son—I told myself I might as well enjoy it. I could still hear Brandon’s moans loud in the background, and if I tried, I could almost pretend it was Brandon here kissing me rather than Josh. “Fuck, son,” I said as we pulled away, and I cupped Josh’s face in my hands, looking up at him. He was hot beyond words, and the bastard knew it. Josh brought our lips back together, and I swallowed his moans, my cock nestling comfortably between his plump ass cheeks. “I will finally get your load, Daddy,” Josh whispered in my ear, moving back to sit on my cock. His tight lubed hole took in my cock like it was made for it, and I threw my head back as bliss took over me. I didn’t even care about safety, I only wanted to fuck Josh raw. “See, Daddy? Do you see now how wrong you were earlier?” Josh said with a devilish grin as he rode my cock. “My ass is the sweetest you’ll ever experience.” It was hard to argue with him at the moment, when he pumped my cock so expertly, tightening his hole around me just at the right moment. I rolled Josh on his back and put his legs over my shoulders, facing him fully as I fucked him harder. I wanted to punish the gorgeous bastard for separating Brandon and I. I was angry at him for having caught us, for having so much power over us now, for having manipulated me so easily into fucking him. Even in his lustful daze, Josh was lucid enough to grab his phone and turn off the TV, proceeding to turn on his camera to film our fucking. “Yes, Daddy, give me your load,” Josh panted, face flushed and breathing fast, camera pointed at me, then he moved it to show my cock entering his hole. “Fill me, fill me, fill me…” “Is that what you want, baby boy? Want Daddy’s load?” I said, giving in to my inner devil. This father/son talk was making things so much hotter, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. I knew Josh wasn’t my son, but it still made me hot. Sure, it wasn’t as hot as fucking Brandon, but looking down at Josh’s perfectly sculpted body, taking my cock like a common whore, filming his depraved behavior, begging for his daddy’s cum? Few things in life gave me such pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, I’ve been craving it for so long,” Josh said. “Give it to me, Daddy, breed me, Daddy.” “Here it comes, son,” I said, pumping my third load of the day into Josh, mesmerized by the sheer ecstasy on his face. He looked so beautiful, and that thought made me feel even guiltier, but my body was on autopilot, seeking more pleasure as I kept fucking Josh. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” Josh moaned, hands busy with his phone, and I watched, completely transfixed as Josh came buckets all over his defined abs, without even touching himself. I couldn’t help myself, the sight of so much cum, over such a gorgeous body was a delicious sight. I bent down and licked hungrily, lapping up as much cum as I could. “Give it to me, Daddy,” Josh said, his hand on the back of my head guiding me up. I obeyed, having gathered a pool of sweet cum in my mouth, I hovered over Josh’s and released a steady stream of jizz onto his eager tongue. Glancing sideways, I saw the phone camera angled perfectly to capture our snowballing, and I couldn’t help but look at the camera lens, smirking at it. It was so dirty, and I loved it. Josh brought me down and captured my lips, our tongues exchanging his load between us. Fuck, I loved this sloppy kiss, having cum in the mix made it so much better. I swallowed as much of the cum as I could, and it seemed Josh did as well. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh breathed out when we pulled away. I stood back to catch my breath, watching Josh do his thing, phone still recording as he reached for his hole and fingered himself, moaning like the slut he was and catching it on film. “Fuuuck, Daddy, thanks for all this cum,” Josh said, cupping his hand underneath his hole as he started to push out my load. He gave me his phone, asking me to film it—who was I to refuse? It was so hot, I directed the camera at his stretched hole, watching my cum drip. “Such a hot hole, baby boy,” I groaned. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh said, then brought his hand up to his mouth, and I followed with his phone, watching him gulp my cum like a starved man. “Mmhh, you taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said as he licked his fingers clean. He reminded me so much of Brandon right now, and fuck, it was no surprise they behaved so much alike if they hung out and did all this dirty stuff together. It was probably why being with Josh felt so much like being with Brandon. They were both young and hot, both twisted in the best way, and both yearning for me as their Daddy. I almost felt bad for Josh, who had never his own father. I felt myself give in to Josh, maybe it was pity, maybe it was true affection, but I took him in my arms and kissed him, enjoying another cummy kiss with him. He was sweet, even if perverted, and if all he needed was a Daddy, I was going to be that Daddy. He didn’t have to sleep around anymore. “Son,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Yes, Daddy?” “Is that what you want? Me as your father?” “More than anything,” Josh replied. “Not just a Daddy you have sex with,” I clarified. “But a real father, someone to guide you, to be there if you need him.” “Would you do that for me?” Josh asked, surprised, his arms tightening their grip around me. “Yes,” I answered truthfully. The kid had worn me down, had blown me away into changing my mind about him. It only took having sex with him to understand just how serious he was when he said he wanted a Daddy, and had been craving it for a long time. I understood him now. “Oh, Dad, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” Josh said, hugging me. I hugged him back, burying my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent. “Let’s send that video to Bran-bran, show him what a happy family we can be, finally,” Josh said, triumphant. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Josh…” “Trust me, he’ll like it,” Josh assured me, taking his phone back from me. I let him do his thing, letting him go from my arms. I enjoyed the feel of his body, loved caressing it, just like I did Brandon’s. Thinking of my son, it made me realize some thing. “Hey, son,” I said, getting Josh’s attention. “Will you send me that video of Brandon and I?” I asked, the images flashing back in my head and making me hard again. Just minutes ago I was cursing that damn video, but now? Something in my mind had clicked, and I knew I could trust Josh now, completely. Our secret would be safe with him, part of me was convinced of that. And I wanted a souvenir of that hot love-making session with my son. Josh only smirked at my question, and kissed me again. “Of course, Daddy, come upstairs with me, I’ll upload everything from my computer to your phone.” “Everything?” “Yeah, I have so much more to show you,” Josh said, and gave me another kiss, all this talk about his sex tapes obviously turning him on. I was ready for another round myself, thinking about Brandon in compromising situations. Our cocks were on alert, grinding together. “Lead the way, son,” I said, now excited to see what Josh had in store for me now.

Need a fresh bowl, pipe pigs...

Part 2 I had been taking loads from Trucker Daddy for a few months.. Still was testing neg, damn it.. On our last visit he let me know that his route had been changed and we would not be fucking anymore, or at least for a few months. I though all was lost when , I got a text from this this guy who said he and his friend were both poz and were heading out on trip to St. Louis and would be coming through my area and staying at the super 8, which by chance was just a mile from my house. I text and let them know to keep my posted when. The time was here. They were coming this way and be here, on a Tuesday. I was all ready for the visit. They arrived at the motel and text to let me know what room. When I arrived , wearing my shorts, t-shirt and had on my sexiest ass less jock strap. I knocked on door and first guy answered the door, and OMG.. He was about 6 feet tall , 195 and had a bio tatt on his arm. I went in and met the other guy, he was shorter , and stocky build with a mustache . He was so HOT. They were both in nothing but shorts. They both were already high and told me to strip and get on the bed for this night was all about them fucking my nasty cunt , whore ass and they were going to make good on it. As I took off my clothes the shorter guy was saying , OH YEAH ,, FUCKING NICE ASS. started rubbing his cock and walked over to me and said here bitch SUCK. I did as told , while the other guy was taking something out of a small bag and said he had just what my hole needed.. He took out a small shard and shoved it up my hole and pushed it in deep and hard. It hurt like hell but I being the submissive hungry whore I am , kept sucking the huge cock in my mouth and weakened for more cock. The larger guy now was lubing up my hole, and kept saying YEAH THIS BITCH IS HOT AND READY FOR BREEDING. The guys whose cock was in my mouth just saying yeah FUCK THAT ASS. When all of sudden with out any more prepping the larger guy shoved his uncut meat deep into me in one full force move. I gagged on the meat in my mouth as he continued to plow my hole as hard as he could. I was in pig slut heaven. The guy in my hole continued his pounding on my hole and kept saying how great it felt and he could not wait to fill my hole with his nasty dirty load. As he fucked my hole harder and harder I could feel his cock swelling bigger inside my tight hole, but my hole was enjoying it more than ever before. He fucked me for a solid 20 mins when he finally said oh yeah bitch ,,, POZZING THAT FUCKING CUNT ........... NOW. He blew his load in my hole and just kept on pushing it , to ensure his load was as deep in me as possible. The guy in my mouth was shoving his cock deeper in my throat and pulling my head closer into his pubic , so that I could barely breath. He then pulled his cock from my mouth and said , OK BITCH,,, my turn to poz up that hole. He flipped me onto my back and in one force move he shoved into me balls deep. Even though my hole had just been fucked this guy was much thicker, so it stretched the fuck out of me. But again I lay there and took the pounding fighting back the tears. As my top continued pounding and pounding , he kept telling me that his load would do the deed. He fucked longer and harder than anyone has ever fucked me before. While he was pounding my hole the other top got on top of me and forced me to eat his ass. This was so fucking hot, and only made my hole open up more. After I had eaten his ass for a few mins and then shoved his cock in my mouth, covered with cum and the juice from my ass, it was so good. He pulled my legs back and held them so the other guy could really get into my hole and do his deed. He started moaning and his cock was throbbing harder and harder, and then in one swift force and shoved in balls deep and erupted into me and it kept shooting rounds and rounds of hot toxic seed deep into my once neg hole. He soon pulled out and pushed his friend aside and replace that cock with his. I could taste the cum and that sweet poz load. Both men had now filled my hole with poz seed and were sitting beside me getting higher , when the first guy said , don't worry my little slut, we are here all night and so are you. I told them that I had to get home or boy friend would get worried.. They both laughed and said who cares, you are here and we are going to fuck this hole all night and when you leave in the morning , you WILL BE POZ.

Part 3: HAL HAS HIS WAY Jared’s phone vibrated as he walked up to Hal’s door. Another call from Ryan. He ignored it. He definitely didn’t want to talk to his friend right now… he wasn’t even sure if he still wanted to be friends. How could he be around someone who had rejected him completely, betrayed him even, like Ryan had? The truth was he didn’t feel much like socialising at all right now. Even with Hal who been so sweet last night. He HAD tried to cancel, but Hal had sounded so disappointed on the phone… so here he was. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the smile. Definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And… he was suddenly glad he hadn’t cancelled. “Hey. I’m so glad you made it.” Hal said, ushering him in. He was wearing blue jeans that just seemed to magically rest on his hips and a black button up shirt that fit his body like a glove. The sleeves were rolled up about halfway up the forearm and the top button had come undone allowing a glimpse, just a tantalising glimpse, at that amazing chest. Hal pulled him into a warm hug and kissed him on the forehead. “Dinner will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. Come into the kitchen with me.” Jared followed and watched, amazed, as Hal moved expertly around the kitchen. It felt so normal, like a real date. The kind that almost everyone he knew from Church and school had been going on for years. Not him though. Ryan had been the only other gay guy he had known about.. and Ryan, of course, had no interest in dating him. No. He wouldn’t think about Ryan. Not tonight. This beautiful man was being so kind, so amazing, to him. Tonight was about Hal. No one else. “Mind setting the table?” Hal smiled again. “Plates are in that cupboard and silverware is there.” Keep smiling like that to me and I will do anything for you, Jared thought to himself. The whole time they chatted easily, almost effortlessly, and Jared let himself relax. As they sat down to dinner, however, Hal pulled out a bottle and set it on the table. Damn, Jared thought. Wine. Alcohol. “I… um… don’t drink. I’m Mormon.” “Really? That’s too bad. I picked this up especially for you.” Hal seemed to think for a split second, then smiled again. That warm and disarming smile. “I know a little about Mormons. I don’t think they like gay guys that much do they?” “No. I guess not.” “So, you told me yesterday that you want to have sex with a guy someday. If you are willing to do that then surely a little wine can’t be THAT terrible, can it?” Jared had heard the argument before. But when Hal said it — with his beautiful, kind smile — it just made sense to him. And he really didn’t want to seem too awkward to his new friend. “I guess not.” Hal poured half a glass and handed it to him. “Just try a little, if you don’t like it we’ll find something else for you.” Jared nodded. “Cool. A toast then.” Hal poured himself a glass as well and raised it. “To the cutest guy in town.” Jared blushed. Could Hal really like him? Really? His hand trembled a bit as he brought the glass to his lips. This was a line he thought he would never cross, a rule he would never break. But he allowed a little of the wine to flow into his mouth. And he wanted to gag. People actually liked this stuff? Ugh. “You ok?” Hal asked. “Um. Yeah. Just didn’t taste like I thought it would. It’s good.” Jared lied. If dinner had smelled good, it tasted even better. Jared even managed to drink his wine. Although his stomach had almost turned when Hal poured him a second glass of the horrible stuff. It was his own fault, he told himself, he was the one who had lied. God was clearly punishing him for that lie. They cleared the table and did dishes together, their bodies close together over the sink. Jared could picture them doing this together for the rest of their lives. He tried to shake himself out of it — it was too early for such thoughts — but it seemed so real to him. And he liked the thought… maybe he could pretend. Just for tonight. He was almost disappointed when the dishes were done. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.” Jared found his way to the living room and took a seat. He felt a little flushed and light headed. So this is what drunk felt like. Didn’t feel so bad so far. Soft music started playing and he turned around to see Hal putting a remote down. He didn’t realise, of course, that the remote had also turned on the video cameras around the room. Hal handed him what looked like orange juice. “Try this, I think you’ll like it more than the wine.” Jared took a sip and smiled. He could taste the bitter undertone of some kind of alcohol but the orange juice made the drink very palatable. This was more like it. He took a big drink, almost emptying the glass. Hal sat down close to him on the sofa and put his arm around him. Jared rested against the beautiful man’s chest. Oh! This was amazing. Between the music, the alcohol, and Hal’s warm and fit body — well, it was all just so… perfect. Fingers rested on his chin, lifting his face up. Hal’s lips met his and they kissed. Hal’s tongue slipped, teasingly, into his mouth. A little moan escaped Jared’s lips. “You are so amazing.” Hal whispered. “You are so special.” Hal’s hand rested on his back, holding their bodies close. Jared didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. He tried not to look but Hal’s cock was obviously hard as well. Hal raised Jared’s hand and placed it on his pec. The twink couldn’t believe how excited it made him feel. He was sweating just a little. Their lips met again; Hal’s hand slowly slid down his back. So slowly it was almost unnoticeable. But Jared noticed. Should I stop it? He asked himself. I don’t want to let things get out of hand. He was saving himself for the guy he would spend the rest of his life with. But, right now, it just felt so good. Hal felt so good. Maybe, this is the man he would be with forever? “You are so beautiful, Jared. I think I may love you already.” Jared swooned. Could it be true? It must be… why would Hal say it otherwise? His doubts slipped away and he said a little silent prayer to Heavenly Father to thank him. Hal’s fingers slipped into the waist band of his jeans. Grazing his butt. Jared shivered at the gentle caress of fingers on a part of him that had never been touched this way before. He let his own hand drift down. From Hal’s chest, down his abs, to rest over the straining bulge in the virile man’s jeans. He could feel the warm throbbing flesh through the denim. He didn’t realise his fingers were moving in sync with Hal’s fingers on his butt. “Take it out.” Hal whispered. Jared’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button and zipper. A still, small voice in his head said to slow down. Stop. But he didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The shaft rose to freedom as the containing zipper was pulled away. Jared had gotten a bit of a look in the sauna but now… now his fingers wrapped eagerly around it. The first cock he had ever touched besides his own but his hand instinctively started stroking. Then… Gasp! Hal’s fingers slipped into his crack and touched him… down there. In that most sensitive spot. He hadn’t even noticed own belt and jeans being unfastened. A fluid, white or perhaps slightly yellow, dripped from the hard cock in his hand. He had heard of pre-cum, even if didn’t produce much himself, but it didn’t look quite like he expected. Still, what else could it be? Hal broke their kiss and put his hand on the back of Jared’s head. “Taste it.” It wasn’t a request but Jared didn’t mind. He liked when Hal was assertive, in control. He felt no need to worry or resist. Just relax and go with the flow. And so he allowed the hand on the back of his head guide him to lean over Hal’s lap. Until he faced the big cock. The strange fluid dripping down the shaft. He parted his lips and cock became the first ever to enter his mouth. New smells, tastes, sensations filled him. He needed more. His mouth began working up and down the solid pillar. “Teeth.” Hal hissed. He did his best to keep his teeth off the cock. A cock that seemed even thicker in his mouth that it had in his hand. But he was doing it! He was a cocksucker now… and he felt, strangely, proud of that. He couldn’t see Hal lean back and give a thumbs up to the camera or point to his ass… mouthing “Next!” with an evil smile. He could only feel as Hal’s fingers again caressed his butt, his crack, his sphincter. Gently circling. Feeling like it would push through only to dance away. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to beg Hal to do it… but he couldn’t talk with him mouth so full. Jared wasn’t sure how long he sucked the dick. But his lips, his tongue, his mouth were all coated with the dripping fluid he assumed was pre-cum. A fair amount had even worked it’s way down his throat even though there was no way he could go far enough on the cock for it to even approach his throat. Finally, Hal gently lifted his head off his cock. “Let’s go lay down.” This was it. Jared knew it was the moment. He was going to surrender his virginity to this man. But it was ok. They loved each other. This was the man he was going to be with forever. Hal helped him to stand. Jared’s jeans and underwear fell to the floor. His shirt followed. He was completely naked while Hal was still dressed, albeit with his cock still out of his jeans. Hal took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The music was playing in here as well. And, unbeknownst to Jared, Hal turned off the living room cameras and turned on the bedroom ones. Their lips met again while Hal gently laid Jared on the bed and laid atop him. Grinding their crotches together. It felt good. So good. But Jared was ready now. Ready for the next step. Ready to surrender his most precious gift to the man he felt he now loved. “Please, Hal. Please make love to me.” “Say it again. Say it louder.” “Please make love to me.” “It’s going to hurt. The first time. But I will be as gentle as i can.” Hal smiled one of his warm smiles. He was lying, of course, he was going to rough up this hole good. All the better to “impregnate” the bitch… but this naive slut-to-be didn’t need know that. He rolled Jared over. He kissed the twink’s body and moved slowly down. His lips kissing, teasing, his prey’s neck. His shoulders. Back. Butt. Then, ever so gently (so as not to spook the bitch), the warm hole. Like any good bottom, touched for the first time, a quake of pleasure ran through Jared’s whole body. The tongue on his hole was so unexpected… but felt sooooo good. The fingers that followed, that slowly pried his hole open, didn’t feel as good. But he understood he needed to be opened a bit for the big dick that was about to enter him. Claim him. Hal lifted Jared so he was on elbows and knees with his face flat to the bed. Hal’s fingers spread lube on his hole. Almost time. Jared watched as Hal lubed his cock… “Wait… aren’t you going to use a condom?” Jared turned to face the man he was giving himself to. “Why? You don’t have anything I should worry about, do you?” “No, no… I don’t have anything.” “Good. This is our first time. I want this to be special. The first time of many. I want to feel myself inside you. You trust me, don’t you?” Jared knew he should say no. Insist on a condom. But he was so horny, so relaxed from the alcohol. He just couldn’t bring himself to argue. “I trust you.” He returned to the pose Hal wanted him in. The cock slipped up his crack. And down. Back and forth. Teasing his hole. One of Hal’s hands on his hip, holding him tight. Pressure. This was it. It was time to… The sound that burst out of Jared was primal. Barely human. Hal’s second hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling the cry. Every muscle in his body wanted to move. Get away from the pain. But Hal held him tight. “Shhhh, baby. It’s ok. Just relax. You are going to love this. I promise. This is something that will be with you for the rest of your life.” Jared did his best, but his body kept trying to move despite his best efforts. Hal’s firm control succeeded in holding him in place, however, as the cock slid slowly deeper and deeper. He didn’t know how long it took, but he was startled when he felt Hal’s thighs resting against his butt. His lover’s cock was all the way in. Balls deep. He had surrendered himself completely. Hal’s cock pulled back. And thrust in again. And again. And again. It still hurt, more than any other pain Jared could remember, but at the same time it felt… good? Natural? Right? Like he was complete in a way he had never felt before. He didn’t notice as his body began thrusting back. Begging without words for Hal to fill his hole with cock. To make him whole. “Your hole is so tight. You feel so good.” Hal said. Strangely loudly as if for someone else to hear. “How do you feel?” “I feel… amazing!” “You like that big cock, then? You like it fucking your boy pussy?” Hal sounded less gentle, less loving now. The wording threw Jared a little. It seemed so raunchy. So coarse. But it was true. And he liked it. He liked Hal talking to him this way. “Yes, I love you fucking me.” “Good boy. I’m getting close. You ready? You want it?” “Yes… please. Cum in me.” Hal smiled in triumph. He thrust again. Hard. Driving the breath out of Jared’s lungs. Again. And again. And… His body shook as his balls drew up and fired his deadly load into the no-longer virgin hole. He shifted forward, his body pressing Jared flat into the bed, his cock still buried deep. Keeping his cum inside to do it’s job. Jared wanted to stoke his own cock but it was trapped beneath his own body. He thought Hal would pull out after a moment… but was amazed that the cock inside him stayed mostly hard. He tried to catch his breath but it was hard with Hal’s weight on him. Slowly Hal began moving again. Thrusting again. Fucking him again. Even harder than the first time. “Who’s my little bitch?” Hal hissed. “I am. I’m your bitch.” “Fuck yeah!” Hal lasted longer the second time. Thrusting hard. Merciless. All the while whispering nasty things in Jared’ ear. But eventually, he came again. When he finally rolled off and lay next to Jared, the twink’s hole was aching. But he was still so horny. Jared reached to stoke his own cock. He needed to burst. But Hal pulled him in close and began kissing him again. Jared found himself in another position where he couldn’t reach his cock. Jared thought they would fall asleep, spend the night together. After awhile however, of holding each other and kissing, Hal rolled off the bed. “That was amazing.” The taller man said. “You are amazing.” Jared smiled and blushed. “You too. I’m so glad you were my first.” He wanted to, finally, stroke his own cock.. .which was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention. But it felt awkward now that Hal was standing. “I’m glad too, I had a really good time… but I have to go out of town for work tomorrow. Best call it a night.” “Oh. Ok.” Jared stood up, confused, and followed Hal out to the living room. He found his discarded clothes and dressed. “Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you were great. If I didn’t have such a crazy day tomorrow I would definitely have you stay over. We will do this again when I’m back, ok?” There was something… off-putting… about the way that Hal was speaking. Distant. Less affectionate. Jared didn’t know what to say, or what to think, so he let Hal usher him out the door. Hal couldn’t help but laughing after he kicked the twink out. That had gone even better than he expected. But it had taken longer than expected as well. It was already midnight. He had promised his subscribers some footage by 11. He did some quick editing and put a short teaser video out of some of the key moments of Jared’s seduction. “As promised, there is one less virgin — Mormon no less — and one new boipussy-in-the-making tonight. Here are some key scenes. Just a preview tonight.. more coming in the morning." It didn’t take long for his subscribers to start commenting. “More!” “I hope you pozzed him up good.” “I thought he would balk when he saw your gono dick. Don’t think the bitch knew what he was looking at. lol.” “You going to breed him again? I think he’s in love with you.” Hal leaned back in his chair. He would definitely fuck the boi again. He wanted to make sure the boi got his gift…. but that gonorrhoea would show up in a week or two. And the bitch was going to freak out. Still he had time to fuck him, and fuck with his head, one more time before he dumped the stupid fucker. NEXT: RYAN GETS MORE, JARED GETS DESPERATE

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

I stopped by the ABS the other day to get some poppers. Since some of my last BB adventures, I just wanted to pick up a bottle to use while playing with myself at home. This way I wouldn't be tempted to take a cock BB and get a load in my ass. It was after work when i stopped by and I was dressed in dress shirt and slacks. I walked in and went to purchase a bottle when i decided, since there was no other cars in the parking lot, I would go ahead and pay the additional and head back to the booths. I picked one in the back and took off my pants and underwear so I could jerk off while doing the new poppers and getting off to some good vids. I am not sure why, but I had left the door partially open, just to add to the excitement probably...sometimes guys will just stay outside and watch......but still was not expecting anyone. I had taken a few hits of poppers and started playing with my ass and cock when I noticed a tall black gentleman outside my booth. He looked at me and then pulled out a nice 8" cock. I took another hit of poppers and knelt down outside the booth and decided i was at least gonna suck his nice black cock. I started slowly taking his cock into my mouth and swirling my tongue all over it. He started talking to me saying that it felt good and that i was a good cocksucker. I sucked on if for a few minutes outside the booth and then started to get a little nervous, so I stood up and taking him by the cock i pulled him into my booth. As he is following me in he starts talking some more. "You have a nice ass, you have any lube?" I mumbled that I did not and since I wasn't there to take any loads in my ass I got back on my knees and took another hit and really started to go to town on his cock. It was getting nice and hard and I loved the feel of it in my mouth. I was trying to get it into my throat, but I still gag on large cocks like his. "mmmm baby that feels good...would love to see how it feels in your ass" he said. I told him again that I didn't have lube. About that time the movie stopped playing so I turned around to grab another token...and as I did he started caressing my ass and playing with my hole. Before I knew it he had started to kiss my ass and then i felt his tongue on my hole. it felt wonderful and so i let him. I decided that I would not take anymore hits of the poppers and that way I could stay in control. I let him play for a bit and in between he kept talking like he wanted to fuck me. I was getting pretty horned up so i thought that I had better turn around and see if I could suck him some more and have him cum in my mouth. When I turned around he grabbed my cock and started sucking on it. I was surprised but thought..."this is cool...I will just go with it" . I decided it would feel better with another hit from the poppers, so I took a big hit in both nostrils. At that point I started to really feel it and he must have known cause he stood up and before I knew it he had turned me back around with my ass now right at his cock. He started rubbing his cock on my hole but since i was dry i knew it was not going in...but he had other plans. He spit on my ass and used his hand to push it down to my hole. I thought i felt it but was not sure. He pushed his cock up against me again and spit directly on my hole..He kept talking the whole time. "baby this ass looks so good, i just want to fuck it right now" By now my asspussy was getting wet...from his spit and precum and next thing that happened was that he started to push in. by this time i was lost....so i just stayed bent over as he grabbed my hips and started pumping away at my ass. After about 5 mins, he really started fucking me and my head was actually banging the back wall of the booth..I kept thinking that he is going to bust a load in my ass and there is nothing that I could do. He had a good grip on my hips and would stop. Soon he started to speed up and then it happened....He pushed really hard and deep into me and unloaded his cum. I could feel it shooting into my ass for what seemed like a minute or two. He pulled out and cleaned up and said "Thanks...Nice piece of ass". That's when I realized that I was just a cumdump for him and just put here to be used. I pulled on my underwear and pants...and walked out of the ABS with his cum still inside me for the whole ride home.

Found yet another story on my ancient hard drive, as far as I can tell this was first posted sometime in the late 90's. ======================== Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely na?ve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency?he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit?then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend?s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man?s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth?Gay or Straight?it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie?s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!?or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video?wow! He could make a mint off of that?once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO?Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Demon Dick with some of his poz Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris plunged his poz cock up the unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding the POZ SPOOGE from his first orgasm into the Innocent's Ass. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood. Chris pulled his death dick out and looked at the bleeding hole was pleasure. The once pure ass had been utterly defied, now it was time to corrupt what was left! Chris slipped it into overdrive as he felt his Diseased balls start to boil, his muscled body slamming harder and faster into the helpless and once innocent ass until finally he felt his balls draw up for another orgasm. He yelled out a thanks to his Master as he started shooting wave after wave of toxic demon cum into his newest slave. Fourteen enormous loads of poz spunk flooded the boy's ass, and Doug could feel every hot spurt. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah?like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in converting the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

Sorry about that. I got kind of distracted there for just a minute, forgive me... So, I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel out here; at the concrete table, between Levi's place and one of the older trucks stops. You know the truck stop thats still pretty nice, just ever since they connected the freeway business has slacked off a tad... Anyway, I'm still trying to tally up how much cock I had had ( did I say that right, nevermind) Fuck it's been a couple of; several, hours since Levi asked me to come get him a Mtn Dew...? Ok, Okay I'm figure'n, first those boys had me going good at they're tucks out in the parking lot. Then there was the three amigos; they fucked and fed me over there in the bushes before I saw this concrete table I'm bent over right now taking cock. And as close as I can tell I'm up to 9, or 11 cocks since arriving at Levi's earlier. Fuck much earlier!!! Time to hit the warp drive! Looking around the concrete table ; one guys fade'n, one is stretching, 3 are getting tucked up ready to roll... And then there's Bob.... "What the hell we gonna do now Bob?" He says firmly, but not altogether convincingly; "I'm ready to fuck ya!" Well I looked up at Bob, and ya know he is a good looking guy.... "Bob, this ass is fix'n to giddy-up-go out of here pretty quick and I want you on it!" At that; I turned to bend back over the concrete table, Arched my back, almost to far.... Checked the gooeyness of my twat, hmmmm Love when I'm Full. Full of Cum. Self Lubricating... I dribbles down my inner thighs, even as I'm holding what I've got in me . All that cum; I can even hear how fully bred I am!!! I'll be self lubricating all night , I'm a drooling cum hole; ! Bob has got a good chunk of dick there! He's lined up on my cock breeder spit'n in his hand and get'n himself, lubed...? "Bob, babe; don't worry about that " I check my clearance both sides, back up on Bob so that just the head is resting on my hole. I kinda wiggle back a few times just almost, but barely not penetrating into my own little cum river! I whipped out my glass, still quite a bit there; damn! And baby I heated up that glass and kept it warm for a minute... I looked like a steam locomotive; my hips we're going back in forth, in and out teasing my self and Bob with ~ my fucked to overflowing cum hole ~ and huffing on some clouds. You know those hits you can feel in your brain? Those! After a bunch if those I was holding the last one, and exhaled as I slide down and onto to Bob's rigid ~ really awesome Cock ~ He kinda gasps a little and I slide Completely down on Bob's Big Cock in one final smooth swallow, then slowly start pulling at his cock just a little squeezing him with my hole...I slowly wiggle down on him a little more, and hmmmm there! I look over my shoulder at Bob, with a mischievious kinda evil grin; "Hang on Bob we're fix'n to make tracks!" I stop squeezing and I start grinding. Swaying, got a smooth rhythm going. "Oh yeah there um, riiiii-ght there" And I drop it into Low gear, and I start fucking myself on Bob's cock for all I'm worth; with reckess abandon! Hell I haven't even got into 2nd gear and I heard Bob kind of squeak. He starts shouting, "I've got to..." I hit 2nd gear bottomed out and growled; "CUM!!!" Holy Fuck Bob! And he's pumping, unloading, dumping into me! "Oh Fuck Yes" I'm milking Bob's Fully Engorged Cock with everything in me. "Fuck Yes!!!" * to be continued

Hey guys been a minute so this has been the rundown. The missus has been away for about two weeks so the mice did play I sucked dick, got fucked, my ass fingered and generally used and slightly abused and enjoyed it moment. My personal highlight was, while getting fucked and sucking dick being slapped I three face while I occasionally cried out "I'm pig please fuck and use me" over and over until I was almost crying from the release of accepting my piggy nature. I believe if it wasn't for me being married who knows what level of depravity and debasement is reach. My cock hardens from thinking about it. I only wish I was fucked more during the time. My dildoe practice is paying off

Yup, another cock hungry, cum dump chem whore is born...hungry 4 toxic seed...knock him up!! Oink. ?

This guy hosts monthly gangbangs in my city. Sadly, I’m not invited LOL. At least he posts videos from it. This is from last week: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/five-college-bottoms-gangbanged-35205271 FIVE COLLEGE BOTTOMS GANGBANGED Finals are a stressful time. What better way to de-stress than by taking a bunch of loads at SouthernBBTop’s place? I had five college bottoms hit me up all wanting to get bred last weekend during finals. They came over throughout the night and got ass up for me and a bunch of my top buddies. Some were regular group attendees, one was a new bottom to the group, and another was a Twitter follower who finally took the plunge and came to join the action he’d been jacking off to for months. Enjoy.

It does not matter to me either way, this is one of the hottest story I have read in a long time! Great writing and storytelling abilities.

A tip for others whose pharmacies won't accept your Gilead/McKesson card: You are free to pay your share out-of-pocket and request reimbursement by mail. You can get a form by calling 1 (877) 505-6986, or print one yourself at www.patientrebateonline.com I've used the reimbursement process, and it works fine. If your prescription label was folded over itself, clearly mark where to find the required information. Keep copies of everything. (If you are a Kaiser Permanente member, you must also enclose a pharmacy record. This is not the same as your pharmacy receipt, and must instead be obtained from the Medical Secretaries office.) To be clear, the rules of the program still apply. For example, if you have government insurance (Medicaid/Medi-Cal, VA, etc.), you are not eligible, whether you present the card at the pharmacy or mail a reimbursement form.

As a practical matter, you don’t need, and probably shouldn’t use, any sort of deeply penetrating hose for deep cleaning. The goal is not to pressure-wash your colon, but to hasten the exit of matter already in process. A gentle but firm strem of water introduced at the anus is quite sufficient. Any long hose stiff enough that it won’t bend back on itself puts you at risk of a perforated bowel - surgery at best, sepsis and death at worst. There are other threads on this forum with excellent advice about deep cleansing for bottoms. I would suggest giving them a once-over before you spend any money. You don’t have to have any fancy equipment to have a sparkly clean ass.

My cock is leaking as I'm working today. Damn I want a new hole to fuck.

Two firsts for me today. Finally hooked up with someone on BBRT and finally knowingly took a poz load. The guy was verstaile like me. We stripped, kissed and sucked each other off. When he was ready he pliunged his cock inside me, but didn't quite manage to cum. So, he pulled out and wanked furiously until he was ready to explode and then thrust his cock back into me, flooding me with his poz cum. I tried to return the favour, but he admitted after a short while that it'd been quite a while since he'd been fucked and he couldn't continue being fucked by my 7 inches. I'm now further down the slippery slope myself!

So I have busy Work and Home lives which means that I can’t just walk out and play each evening. And that’s probably a good thing because I’m addicted to piss and cum and when I get started I don’t wanna stop till everyone around me has been drained. What works for me is to take secret days off work and get as much dick as I can - I call them my fuck days. Fridays are usually the best. Lemme tell you about a day recently. I took my usual train to central London for ‘work’. By the time I got to London I was fucking horny for some morning spunk loads. I’m checking all the apps and there’s a guy in a local hotel close by. The messages are short - am I a pig looking for piss and cum right now - yes - here’s the address be here in 5 mins - great see you then. I walk into the hotel and his room is just off the main entrance. He’s a fucking giant - tall, hairy, stocky with flimsy straight guy boxers on. Immediately he says strip, I’m naked in seconds. He says he wants to piss so open up and I’m on my knees looking up at this hot guy as he drops his boxers to reveal a thick meaty slab - my mouth opens wide and he puts the head in on my tongue. I close around his cockhead which is filling my mouth and he immediately starts pissing full force down my throat. I recognise the taste, this is his morning piss. He holds my head on his cock and pulls me towards him. His pissing cock goes deeper down to the back of my throat. He’s filling my throat now and I can smell his musky bush. He holds my head there with two hands - obviously a pro at pissing down pig throats, not that I was going anywhere. Once done he moves to the bed and says he wants me positioned with my cunt in his face and my mouth on his dick. I think fuck yeah he wants to rim me, but as soon as I start sucking he starts to slap and crush my balls. He slaps my ass and tells me to keep going until he’s about to cum, so I swallow his dick and give him a fucking awesome bj while he builds up the pressure on my balls. He pushes me off the bed onto the floor and stands over me. He’s wanking fast now and I know what’s about to happen, he aims at my face and blasts me with a huge creamy load. Then he tells me to eat his load which I do, feeling so submissive to this giant of a man. I leave the hotel and check grindr. There’s a mixed guy who has just started his work day next to the station and wants a bj. Black and Mixed guys are my ultimate fantasy, I fucking love them so of course I said yes. I reach the place and it’s a set of offices. I have to pretend to be picking up a parcel to get through the front door - I suppose it isn’t really pretending - I am hoping to leave with a huge cum and piss load ? I head up to the third floor and find a small set of toilets just off the landing. I go inside and pretend to wash my hands and in walks a hot tall mixed young guy with skinny jeans. He pushes me into the cubicle and I sit on the toilet while he starts unbuttoning. Out of his skinny jeans comes a thick uncut hunk of meat and I get straight to work. The guy is loving it, holding my head as he fucks my face. He keeps saying how fucking hot it is that I can swallow him whole. He’s pretty big so I’m drooling in this gag the fag style throat fuck when the door to the toilet opens. As we hear a guy starting to piss in the urinal he slowly slides his dick in and out, all the way down my throat. I know what he’s waiting for, and I’m prepared. As soon as the guy using the urinal leaves, he’s back up to speed, power fucking my throat, and I know he’s close to getting his nut. He growls and I can feel the flesh in my mouth pulse and pump my throat full of hot cum. He looks like he’s had a workout and leaves his dick to get soft in my mouth. Once he had recovered from offloading what felt like a pint of cum, he was done and left. A good start to the day. I head to my favourite shopping centre to douche. For me, a necessity when playing is a clean ass. Knowing I’m clean gives me the confidence to eat every dick clean after its fucked me, plus one of the greatest pleasures in my life is I love to finger my sloppy hole and eat the multiple loads of cum outta my hole. This usually takes a little while, and I’m usually lining up meets for after I’m done prepping. I’m done and I’ve arranged a meet with a guy in toilets across the shopping centre. He’s vers but says he has a morning load to drop and i’m the fag that’s gonna take it. I walk into the toilets and he’s at the urinals, I stand next to him and he waves his cock - I smile and we head for a cubicle. Once in the cubicle I’m straight down onto my knees. This guy isn’t tall, but has a hot chunky dick so on my knees is gonna be the best place to throat him effectively. He unbuckles and pulls out his dick and balls and I go to work. His dick tastes like he’s just had a piss and that drives me even more wild. He holds the back of my head and fucks my throat - I can tell that he’s enjoying it, but that he needs to unload. We can both hear other guys coming in and using the urinals, which turns me on even more and we both try our best to be quiet. He’s nearly done and he stops being quiet and starts to power fuck my face, calling me names and telling me to get ready for his cum. He holds my head on his dick and I feel the familiar pump down the back of my throat. He pulls out, satisfied and leaves. A guy dressed in a hi-vis jacket, dirty jeans and boots, probably in his 40’s or 50’s pushes the door open and sees me on my knees. He smirks, walks in and closes the door. Obviously someone else was listening whilst the last guy used me. I’m a fan of older guys - 40’s and 50’s daddy types have generally been around the block, know what turns them on, and know how to use submissive guys like me. He starts to unbuckle and pulls out a decent soft dick. I get to work and that soft dick grows and grows. I’m fucking impressed, this guy is 8” hard and thick. I’m putting on my best head game and swallowing him like a pro. He reaches down my back and fingers my ass, then he pulls out of my throat and whispers to me ‘gimme that cunt and I’ll blow a huge load up you’. I’m already lubed so stand up, this guy bends me over and he’s a tall guy so just the right height to make this a fucking awesome first fuck. As I bend over looking for my poppers, this guy takes it as his queue to get inside me, and he forces all 8” up me in one go. As it’s the first fuck of the day, and I can’t seem to find my poppers it hurts, but he starts to saw in and out of my ass. Within a minute he’s pounding me and I get the familiar feelings of slutty pleasure and pride. He’s power fucking me now and I can hear his hi-vis jacket making sounds each time he moves. No doubt everyone outside can hear, and again that turns me on. He fucks in quick succession and I know what’s coming, he pulls me all the way back on his dick and I feel that warm thick cum spreading inside me, whilst his thick dick pulses in my hole. He catches his breath and pulls out, I drop to my knees and clean his dick off with my mouth. This is like a reflex for me, something I was trained to do very early on in my getting fucked slutty career. After he leaves I reach back with two fingers and dig some cum out of my hole, it’s thick and creamy - my fucking favourite, I lick my fingers clean and get ready to head out. At this point I usually go to either some cruising grounds or a sauna. Today I’m broke, so it’s to the cruising ground for me. I head out to one of my favourites. A park in London that has a lot of cruising from all sorts of guys, but with a load of trades / construction / blue collar guys - my favourite. I arrive and usually do a scout to see how busy it is, and to see if there are any straights or kids in the gay cruising area. As I’m walking through, there’s a hot Latino guy - short, bearded and slim, usually in porn this would be a power bottom and I’m never lucky enough to get a top version of these guys. We smile, and he motions me into a wooded area. Once there I’m fully expecting him to go for my dick but he pulls out a hot looking soft 7” and forcefully pulls the back of my head down. He has one of the tastiest foreskins ever - he’s just had a piss and I can still taste the salty goodness on his dick which has started to grow. He pulls up his shirt and starts to play with his nipples with one hand, whilst holding the back of my head with the other hand. He’s fucking my throat and his dick has reached a good 8.5/9”. The combination of thick and long means I’m in gag the fag style sucking again. The top is really fucking enjoying it. He stops and pulls me up, directing my mouth to eat his nipples. As I’m licking away he reaches back and two fingers are forced up my ass. He spreads them inside and pulls them out, seeing the cum load from earlier. He puts both cum dripping fingers in my mouth and tells me to turn around. He adds some lube to his dick and bends me over till he lines up his dick and pushes into me. Again, my poppers are in my trousers so I’m just gonna have to ride it without. His dick gets in deep, and he feels around and pulls on my nipples as he fucks. I’m holding onto a tree and the branches are going wild as he fucks me hard and fast, it’s a nice fuck his dick feels great in my hole, but soon enough I feel him powering up and his dick throbbing. He fucks into me one last time and rests on my back as I feel his dick release in me, he pulls out and is gone. I’m wandering around and there’s a black guy, tall and thin who isn’t interested in me but I know he’s hiding a big fucking dick and I want it. I don’t look like I naturally bottom, so this one is going to need something for him to realise. I hang out in an area that people walk through and I see a top I regularly play with - he’s a plumber in blue overalls and a decent dick in his 50’s. He knows that I love black dick and he’s helped me out like this in the past. I start sucking him in the clearing and the black guy wanders past. He stops and leans up against a tree with his hands wanking what I can see is a big dick in his joggers. I’m putting on the whole show, being really slutty whilst he watches and rubs his crotch. The plumber is doing the same moaning saying how good I am at throating his dick. I motion for him to join us and he pulls out a genuine 9” beast. He’s pushing my head down on the plumbers dick, but let’s me wank him. His dick is so big - a true 2-hander. The plumber pulls me off his dick and pushes me towards the black guys dick. I can taste his pre-cum as I dive in. He’s so big my mouth is stretched fully over his dick. The plumber heads off as he knows I’m gonna be busy for a while. He turns and gives me a knowing wink as he leaves. The black guy is impressed - lots of ‘shit you are good man’ as he holds my head and fucks in and out. He pulls me up and bends me over the closest tree. This time, I’m ready and I take a hit of poppers - if ever I need it, it’s gonna be now. He fingers my ass and finds me already loaded, asks me about it and finds it hot that I’ve already been seeded. I put some lube on his big dick and it looks just like my black dildo I use at home - only bigger. He steps up and I feel him at my ass. He pushes in and the head is massive. I don’t have much time to get used to him though as he continues to push in till he bottoms out. Fuck I feel completely and utterly full, and his dick brushes past my prostate as he starts to fuck me. Again, the sense of slutty pride is washing over me that I’m being dicked by this monster black dick. I’m by no means a size queen, but if you are getting fucked, it may as well be by the biggest dick you can find, and always try to find bigger! The black guy is spreading my cheeks to try and get in deeper so I help him out and pull them back displaying my hole. This allows him to cram an extra inch or so into my hole and I really feel it. I can feel him picking up the pace and out of the corner of my eye I can see a tall white guy watching and wanking in the bushes ahead. This turns me on and I’m moaning begging for the black guys cum in me. He’s power fucking my ass and stops, pulling my ass fully back on his dick. I can feel the pulse in his dick and the warmness spreading in my ass. After a minute of him idly playing with my nipples, he says ‘your gonna have to clench, I just dumped a weeks worth up you’. I pull off, and angle my gaping spunky hole in the direction of the white guy in the bushes whilst I sucked the black guys cock clean - creamy white cum. The guy pulls up his trackies, slaps my ass then leaves. The tall white guy makes his way round, and asks if I want another load, of course there’s no other answer than ‘fuck yea’ so he pulls out a decent thick 8” and slams it up my ass. He doesn’t need lube with all the cum in me and gets straight to work. Within a couple of minutes he’s added his load to my ass. I continue walking around the park. There’s an area that’s half a walkway half a secluded spot great for getting fucked. I check it out and can see two guys hanging around a fallen tree just outside the spot. They look mid 30’s and Eastern European, and they are drinking polish beer. I look closely and they are both rubbing some thick dicks through their joggers. I step into their view and wander to a place in the bushes where I have my back against a tree but can still see them. They keep wanking, and one of the guys pulls out his dick, continuing to wank but this time in the open. I slide down to my knees where they can see, lick my lips and play with my nipples. It doesn’t take long. The first guy is a little older than the other and has a nice 7” dick with a long foreskin. His younger mate follows but he keeps wanking in his joggers. The guy who has his dick out says in really broken English he needs a piss first and his mate says he does too. I say “why don’t you feed me your piss”. The older guy gives a knowing smirk and says something in a language I don’t know to the other and they both laugh. The older guy steps up, and places his dick on my tongue. I can see the other guy pull out a nice thick 7.5” with a long foreskin and start pissing into an empty can. The older guy on my tongue holds my head with his hands and starts to piss full force. I close my mouth round his dick and start swallowing. This piss tastes fucking great - weak beer piss where the guy has obviously been drinking all day. Once he is done he pulls my head into his crotch and starts to get hard. He’s fucking my face and I can see the younger guy taps him on the shoulder to take his turn. He’s longer and slightly thicker than his mate and tastes just as good. He goes balls deep and starts to power fuck my face. Its turning into another gag the fag style throat fuck and both guys are slapping my face as they choke me on their dicks, swapping me back and forth between them. I can tell they are close and they talk to each other in their own language. They pull out, tell me to stick out my tongue and look up at them. I know what’s coming and both guys cum over my face at roughly the same time. I’m in luck, it’s thick and creamy. The guys leave, laughing and telling me that I should drink this too and hand me the piss filled can. I was in pig heaven and didn’t really care if anyone saw. I scooped all the cum and ate it, then downed the can of tasty piss. I wander around some more and there’s a short young white guy who says “how you doing mate” I say “good” and he says “nice ass” giving me a wink. This guy is a lot shorter than me, and younger than me, but I think what the hell, I wink back and head for the nearest secluded bushes. He follows and we meet in the buses. He feels my ass and says “I wanna load you just like that black guy”. He pulls down his black shorts, and pulls my head down till I have a nice 6.5” dick in my mouth. I suck him for about a minute until he is proper hard and he says “time for that pussy”. I stand up and lean over as far as I can. This guy is super hard and slips straight in all the way. He starts to fuck and can see some of the cum from earlier leaking out. He says “fuck yeah you little slut” and keeps fucking me hard and fast. A couple of minutes of fucking and he says “get ready for another load up your cunt” and he seeds me. As he pulls out he pulls my head down to clean off his dick, tucks it away then leaves. The older white guy from earlier came into view and said “wanna finish me off”. Of course the answer was always going to be yes, so I get on my knees, pull out his dick and start sucking. No theatrics this time, he’s just looking to cum then head home and I’m a slut looking for my next load. As I’m sucking him I feel a hand on my ass, and the older guy holds my head whilst fucking my throat so I can’t see the other guy. This turns me the fuck on. I feel one, then two fingers digging into my hole, then the fingers being replaced by something spongy but hard. My hole stretches over the dick as it goes in all the way and bottoms out in me. From the feel of it, it’s thick, but not necessarily too long - i fucking love those kinds of dicks. The older white guy gives me poppers and I’m in piggy heaven - a dick in each hole. Each of the guys is speeding up, and I can taste more and more precum. The guy in my ass grunts, then I feel him pump his cum into me. He pulls out and is gone. The older white guy cums a huge load down my throat. He says “thanks - I was saving that for you”. I stay for about another hour, sucking a few guys but none amazing. I head off back to the station I use to get out of London. I check in on the apps but not expecting anything, I’ve had a good run today so am pretty satisfied. There is a couple close by - two tops one in his 40’s and one his 50’s looking for subs and pigs for fun. I message and immediately get a response - they are horny, with big thick meaty dicks about 7.5” are looking for now and send me their room number. Three minutes later and I’m stood in front of two tall, stocky guys who are just wearing jocks. I strip while the couple kisses in front of me, playing with their hard dicks. They ask me what I’m into and I say “piss and cum from big thick dicks” - it’s like a cheesy porn line and we all laugh. One of them kisses me whilst the other fingers my ass. The one fingering my ass says “fuck yeah, pre-loaded, how many pig” I say and they lead me over to the bed. The kissing guy gets on the bed and pulls my head down onto his dick. The other guy gets behind me, pulls my cheeks apart and starts to aggressively eat me out. My hole was opening up for this cunt eating pro. The dick in my mouth tasted really fucking good and we were getting into a good rhythm. The guy from behind finished eating me out and slammed his dick into me, forcing me deeper on the guy in my throat. I was in pig heaven and we fucked that way for a few minutes before the tops switched. They fucked that way for a few more minutes and the top in my ass grunted and came. The other top pulled out of my throat and went back to my ass, cumming shortly after. I thank them both and they say “you ain’t finished yet pig”. They push me down in front of the bed and stand either side of me. They put their softening dicks in my mouth and tell me to “drink up”. The two dicks then start pissing full force down my throat. I’m struggling to keep up but fucking love this. They finish and this is the best ending to my fuck day.

Just off to take my first poz load!

Part 15, Love wins. I have to admit, I love the feeling of the magic brown bottle, it makes me feel so warm and tingly. I looked to my right and I saw Mr. C walking over to a cabinet. Ahmed took the ear plugs out of my ears as daddy picked up a medicine bottle. He shook it a couple times and put it back in the cabinet and walked my way. He grabbed a bottle of water and said, 'take these vitamins son.' 'More vitamins? I already had 3 of those blue diamond ones. 'These blue ones are different, they will make you strong in another way.' He pushed three of them down my throat and poured some water in and felt me swallow. He looked at Mr Ali and said, 'you are right my friend and as Jack said to Rose. Not here, not this night, do you understand me.'? 'Sweet, shall I send out my notice now Tony?' 'No, no, no, actually we aren't going to do that either. I have another plan. I will keep working with him and his body will learn to want it. He will beg for it without the spell and he will ask me for the gift. But it might take some time, but I am a patient man and plus we have the magic bottle until then. You are welcome to look into a loaner program for my boy with your friends, but he will stay mine. I cant risk one of you being the gift bearer. It will be my love strain and he will look me in the eyes asking for it....someday.' 'Oh Tony, you are passing up a new life, but I get it. I will tell my people they can come visit and pay homage to you for a visit with him, but he is staying put' Mr. C looked back at me and said, 'I think there are a few other men outside that heard about your gift from god and would like to come see it and play with it. Would that be ok boy? After that, we can go home, you have had a big day son.' i thought of going back home and Mr. C said. 'whats wrong pup, you look sad'. I heard mens voices enter the room as daddy slipped a blindfold over my eyes. 'I just thought about going back to my house and seeing my mom and it makes me sad to think of that again. This morning seems like such a long time ago.' I felt someone pick the bottle up off my chest and i heard the top unscrewing and i flinched in surprise as several hands started to touch my legs and stomach. 'Oh son, you are not taking you back to your house. You are staying with me tonight in my house'. 'Really'? I felt a thumb close my left nostril and the familiar smell filled my lungs. Daddy was close to my ear and whispered to me 'yes, and dont worry about that, just open up your pussy for this nice man. He has a birthday gift and a big treat for you'. With that said and as I exhaled, I felt my asslips separate and open wide. And wider. And wider. And wider. Holy fuck, this dude was just huge. I sat up in the sling and felt a strong hand slowly push my chest down. The thumb went to my other nostril and I repeated my breathing exercises. I soon felt his pubes tickling my groin and he shoved a little deeper just to make sure I knew he could. I let out a scream and my hands went up to the chains over my head. I held onto them and tried to pull myself up and off of him. But I was stuck. My legs were stretched to the limit and there was no where I could go. He moved forward and kept me fully stretched. It felt like he was half way to my neck inside of me. I tried a different approach as he started to back that huge cock out of me. I leaned forward again to see if I could somehow reach the chains my feet were attached to. There was no use, I couldn't reach those either. I felt his very powerful hand on my chest and this time he pushed me back into my fur sanctuary and spoke. 'If you relax boy, this is going to be a lot easier on you. I dont give a fuck, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Get some more magic medicine in him and give him a spray of candy if he needs. But get his calm and relaxed.....this bitch needs to be opened up.' Wait, that voice, I know that voice. 'Thanks for letting me close up the shop early Mr. C, you are right, this is too good to miss' the man said to Mr. C. 'Jax? Is that you?' 'Damn straight little bro, so relax, I got this. Take my big black dick into your little pink pussy boy. Fuck baby you are tight...' I heard the spray can spray and felt a finger pry my mouth open. I felt a towel enter and the finger pushed my mouth shut. Daddy said, 'bite on the cold part and wrap your lips around the cloth and breath deep through your mouth.' With that he pinched my nose shut. I breathed in deeply several times and it felt like I was getting far away again, like I was hovering over the hammock. The voices were indistinct and my hole was visible in my head like it just blossomed wide open. I was in a dream? I feel so funny. I feel so alive. I could hear voices, I could hear the chains rattle. I could hear daddy talking in my ear but I couldnt figre out what he was saying. It seemed like a couple minutes later I started to feel like I was settling back into my body and Jax's voice became louder and more clear. 'Fuck, I love the look and bloody scent of red on my cock. Its like Neapolitan ice cream, vanilla, chocolate and now some pink strawberry. Oh fuck that is some deep dicking that pussy can take. Jesus his pussy is swallowing me hole. He was fucking me so hard i felt my nipples being tweaked. It was like I could feel every vein of his big cock rippling across my ass lips as he went in deep again. Deep and holding it deep into my hole. He was rubbing his thumb just above his cock on the tender part of my boy pussy. He was rubbing and pushing and I was going crazy. I felt something warm on my cock. Something wet and warm. Was someone sucking me? Who would do that? Oh fuck, I cant believe this feeling. Jax's voice was so sexy, telling me about how my asshole gripped him every time someone would pinch my nipples. Telling me to clamp down on that big fucking dong because I was about to get his gift. I had never had so many gifts on my birthday before. I felt so special. These men are so nice to help me celebrate and to teach my pussy how to open up they hardly needed to bring me gifts too, but so cool they did. Jax was pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it back in and I heard him say. 'Look at that cunt gape. She is dilated to a half dollar size if not more. Someone get a flashlight. Look inside that pussy hole. Oh fuck, look at that. Look at all the cum being churned into butter. It is coating the walls. All those little swimmers trying to burrow their way home. Swim you little fuckers, swim, I got the next team of swimmers about to dive into the pool, the all black swimmers from my school. I could tell he was picking up speed, faster, deeper, faster, deeper, oh fuck he was going to deep. 'Oh daddy, it hurts me daddy, it hurts.' 'You need to relax, take your big brothers babies. You are going to love when he uses you baby. By the sweat on his chest you should be done in 5, 4, 3, 2, you ready? 1.' 'Ohhhhhhhooollllyyyyyy Fuckinggggggg mercy of goddddd, knocking that little tight virgin pussy up with my baby batter. ' I felt him convulsing several more times until he started to slow down. But I was still getting sucked by someone and couldn't control it any longer. I was going to fucking blow my load. I started to moan and let out a whimper. 'oh, oh, oh god'. But it stopped. I could feel the cum welling up in my nuts and right before it shot out he stopped. Why, why would someone do that? I felt his hand squeeze my dick. I felt something happening. What is going on? My cock was being squeezed tight, but I am going to cum? Oh that hurts. Oh that is amazing. Oh fuck. 'Oh my god, I am going to shoot. Can I shoot? Please let go of my cock, let me touch it. I felt my hands being grabbed and pulled over my head. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum. And with that I shot a load out of my cock.' Mr. Ali laughed and said 'oh to be young again, that first shot easily caught 4 feet of air' I felt my cum splatter back onto me what seemed like seconds after it left my cock, it must have had quite a good hang time. Volley after volley of cum shot out. Dropping all over my chest in big globs. I was panting and sweating. I felt several tongues licking on my chest. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Ahmed go to one of the cabinet. There were all these really strange looking things in it. He picked up this big red thing and brought it over to Mr. C and said. 'why dont you use this ass plug so his gifts dont all escape by the time you get him home'. I felt my daddy put his hand on my head and took the blindfold off. I squinted to see again, but he was looking right into my eyes from a few inches away and said. 'Be strong for a minute ok? Can you push out a little like you are on the toilet? Not really hard, but push out your pussy, yeah, good, just like that. A little more pup.' I felt something kind of cold and slippery pushing into me. 'Be strong, be brave, you almost got it. One more push' And with that my hole hurt really bad but then closed up a little bit. Daddy asked, 'how do you feel.? 'Very full' He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes again and said 'I love you Lukas'. I smiled and said, 'I love you to Mr., I mean, I love you too daddy.'

Wednesday morning (my first). Arranged with a black guy for a darkroom meeting at his place. Very nervous as I walked the stairs to the second floor, but as I open a door, everything was almost pitch black. I recognize his silhouette, and I just say Hi timidly. I turned my back and pulled my pants down and bend . He immediately went down on his knees and started eating my ass. After playing me with his tongue, he slide his cock in my hole and start pushing. I felt his rod getting in and out, but perhaps what I liked the most was the deep sound he made while fucking me (it sounds like a bull in my back trying to ram me). After a couple of minutes, he cumed in me. I turned and caress his rod a couple of times, and then I pulled my pants up and leave w/o saying a word. I kept his cream inside me all the way home (had to clean my undies and pants after…

Happy weekend. Another day of flying for me, so I did a quick chapter. Anyway, here is Part 15. The dilemma for Tony. As told by Mr. Ali. After we each started to catch our breath, I told Ahmed to go over the second cabinet on the wall and get a pair of ear plugs and put them in our princess and keep him medicated for a few minutes while I talk to Tony. Ahmed, did as instructed and gave the boy a little wink as he stuck the second ear plug in and opened the little brown medicine bottle. Once Lukas started to inhale he closed my eyes and I said, ‘There, that should keep him happy. Tony, I just thought of something, I realize I just unloaded my highly toxic load into your son, but I am concerned. Let me explain why. When you say ‘he is mine. What do you mean? Do you mean biologically?’ ‘Yes, I am Lukas biological father, his mother admitted it once I pressed her on it when he was just a little kid. It was just a one-time thing, but over the years I have watched him grow. He is a very cool kid. I am proud of him. His mother and father are really fucking idiots. He isn’t the brightest candle on the cake, but living with those two, it’s a miracle he isn’t more fucked up. Why does that matter?’ ‘Does the kid know you are his real father’? ‘Fuck no, like I said, he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so no he doesn’t and his parents sure the fuck aren’t going to tell him that the queer down the street is his bastard father. His calling me daddy is just the poppers and that he trust me… and it is just the effect from Brad’s hypnosis. He just knows me as the nice guy down the street who is giving him a job. After we bring him back out of it, that’s all he will know.’ ‘Well, here is the issue. If you are going to keep him as yours, you can do as you please. I see the way you look at him. Actually, I see the way he looks at you. He must love you at some level already. But look, if we are going to send them back to my country and live a dream you never even dreamt of, we HAVE to pass him off as a virgin, there are millions ridding on his virginity. I know once he wakes up from the poppers he wont remember, so I know for a fact that he will pass a lie detector test if they give him one, however, we have got to get him on PrEP. He has had 3 toxic loads shot into his bloody ass in the last couple of hours and he swallowed Ahmed’s load….and you know how toxic he is. I have..’ ‘Well, not to cut you off, but I fed him one over at Brad’s a few hours ago.’ ‘Shit, well…. I have some PrEP in the first cabinet over there. If we are going to exchange him with one of my clients, we have to get the PrEP in him now!!! What do you think? Should you reevaluate the trajectory this night is taking and get him medicated now? And I mean medicated for real, not keeping him stupid and confused on the magical bottle he loves so much or the max spray I see you have here. Or do we let him accept our gift and you keep him to do with as you please? Time is of the essence.’ Tony then walked up to his sweet princess. He lifted his chin with his index finger, looked him directly into the eyes and gave him a nice kiss on the forehead. He then looked at Ahmed and looked back at me and said….. Readers….. Thoughts? Opinions?

Had a fun 24 hrs: Thursday night: I was in a topping mood so I hit up grindr and found this stunning mid 20s twink couple staying at a hotel downtown. I messaged and they said to come over. They didn’t have any loads yet. I got there and wow! Both had beautiful bodies and were really slutty. We all got naked and the fun began. I fucked both of them and we even did a short DP. I blew a load in both of them after about 40 mins total of fun. Friday morning: This poz twink hit me up wanting a load so I stopped on my way to work. He answered the door in an Andrew Christian jock and got on his knees sucking me right when I walked in. I gave him my poppers and I slid inside him. He squirmed around at first so I had to hold him by the hips. Eventually I was able to blow a small load in him (still spent from the night before!) and left. We exchanged numbers. Friday afternoon: I took a half day and left work early. This guy I had met before hit me up on grindr and said he was hosting. Late 20s, Asian, beefy body, cute. Average size cock. I took his load after a few mins of fucking and then left. He was really into kissing, which I don’t mind.

Part 6 Although it was his intent to try to get some rest before the big night ahead, Rob was just too horned up to do so. He paced around his hotel room like a caged animal waiting for his next meal. He did manage, through the use of a cold shower, to get his raging cock to go down long enough to remove the cock ring which helped some. He understood how it made his cock standout in the gear but it was starting to hurt after a couple hours of wearing it and he wanted his cock and balls to swing free. He could literally feel the cum building inside. His hormones were raging so hard he couldn’t think straight. Whatever pussy boy bottom got the first load of the night, was going to have their ass flooded for sure. To kill a little time he worked to add the new pictures of himself to his Grindr, A4A and BBRT profiles. His phone was going crazy with messages as he made the updates. The new pics were certainly drawing additional attention just as he hoped. The whores were going to just have to wait. This was hands-down the best vacation he had ever had and the thought of him having sex constantly for the next week was driving him crazy. The clock seemed to be moving so slowly. Finally it was time to leave and meet Nick at the leather store. He put on his gear and checked himself out in the mirror. “You are one hot mother-fucker!” The reflection in the mirror smiled in agreement. Rob threw on a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized T-shirt and headed to the elevator. At first he thought he might be out of place in shorts and black boots as he walked through the crowds on Bourbon Street, but Nick was right, there was a little bit of everything and he just blended in with the crowd. He arrived at “Master’s Nick’s” a few minutes before 10. Nick smiled as Rob entered the store “Right on time: you must be ready to play!” “You know it!” replied Rob. “Let’s go then, my car is at the loading dock in back, we can cut thru the store.” Nick pointed to the new black BMW and said “Hop in!” “This is a nice car man; the store must do a lot of business for you to be able to afford a ride like this.” Nick smirked and replied, “I actually have a couple of businesses that do quite well; the leather store is just the tip of the iceberg.” As they drove through the streets, Nick explained that sometimes the group had special themes to keep things interesting at the parties but tonight was just a basic gangbang with several bottoms lined up for use. “You are free to play with whoever you want, but the dedicated bound bottoms will be at stations across the play area; they’ll be naked and will all have a pink woven band on their ankle so there is no confusion.” “Speaking of bands, as a guest they will give you a black and blue arm band to identify you,” explained Nick. “It help guys to notice you and welcome you to the party; it’s also a signal with the blue stripe that you are a Top and they shouldn’t try to push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Wow, Nick it sounds like there’s a lot of organization and detail that goes into these parties,” replied Rob. “There is, but we have been doing these parties for a long time and we have found the details help insure everyone has a good time.” Nick then explained some of the etiquette about not hogging a bottom for a long time and how to rotate around the room. “Oh, I almost forgot one great perk as a guest; that arm band acts almost like an express pass at an amusement park and if there is a big group waiting to use a bottom it gets you to the front of the line to ride first.” Rob laughed “Well in that case I will make sure I wear that band prominently over my bicep all night!” The car pulled up to a security shack at the entrance to a fenced yard next to a large warehouse. Nick rolled down his window and waved to the guard. “ Good evening Billy, I think we are going to have a crowd tonight; when you get done with your shift feel free to come in for a little fun before you go home.” Billy nodded; hit the button to open the gate and waved Nick and Rob through. “I don’t know what I expected, but this warehouse is quite a big structure; how guys are going to be at this party?” “This is a working warehouse; we only use a small portion of it for parties and events.” “We actually utilize most of the space to store stock for the store and run our internet businesses. There are offices inside for some the internet group and even a small gym so they can work out because they spend so much time here.” Rob got a surprised look on his face and said, “That is a great perk; wish I had a gym that was so convenient back home.” Nick pulled his car into a reserved spot near a side door, turned off the engine and popped open the trunk. As they got out of the car, Nick walked to the back of the car and said “I’m going to leave some of my stuff in the car that way I don’t have to mess with picking it up later; you are welcome to do the same.” He then stripped off his shirt and jogging pants to reveal a leather vest and laced leather football shorts. Rob stared a little, he had figured Nick had a good build from when they met at the store, but it was obvious his normal clothes hid a lot. He then followed Nick’s lead and stripped down to the gear he had purchased earlier in the day and laid his the extra clothes in the trunk. “Ready? – Let’s go.” Once inside, they walked up to a counter area and as Nick had mentioned earlier in the day, the guest application was ready and waiting. Rob signed the waiver without reading it and was handed the black and blue arm band that Nick had earlier described. He stretched the band over his right bicep as the staff member at the counter clicked the door lock to let them enter the party area. Rob couldn’t believe his eyes; this place was like something in his wildest fantasies. There was already a crowd and the smell of sex was in the air. With the lighting and music playing Rob felt like he had stepped into a porn movie. The first thing he noticed was a boy in a box right inside the door. All you could see was his head sticking out of a hole in the top. The boy’s head was right at crotch level. Seeing the surprised look on Rob’s face, Nick explained, “Oh that’s the greeter for this evening, feel free to use its mouth to get yourself slicked up and ready; if you need a fluffer later between loads feel free to partake of its mouth again as well.” “Awesome!” Rob removed the cod piece and stuck his cock in the open mouth. Nick took the neoprene piece from Rob and said “Let me run this out to the car; it looks like you won’t be wearing it tonight.” Rod was enjoying the mouth on his cock when Nick returned. “Let me show around.” The tour started at the refreshment stand. “This is kind of a hub of activity around here,” stated Nick. “You can get a drink, any enhancement you may want, it’s an open bar that comes with admission.” “You can get condoms here too but they aren’t necessary to play; hardly anyone uses them at these parties.” “This is also where we gather the feedback on the bottoms’ performances.” Nick pointed to a couple of tablets at the end of the bar, “ After you have used a bottom please give us some feedback on their performance; things like whether they were tight enough for you, whether they coaxed a load out of you and how enthusiastic they were in serving you, whether you felt any teeth etc. etc.“ “We use the feedback for future parties to determine whether to use a bottom again and also to identify their strengths and weaknesses so we know what activity to assign them to.” Nick grabbed one of the tablets and hit the menu icon. “The tablets also have this useful feature to search where a particular bottom is located.” He pressed another button and some face and ass pictures came up. Nick showed Rob the screen and asked “See anything of interest?” Rob pointed to a young looking red-headed jock with a smooth bubble ass, “What about him?” Nick hit the pic and the screen indicated he was currently at fuck bench #2. “Good choice, he’s very popular; you can see from the feedback that the Tops love the way he moans and begs for cock." "Grab a drink and follow me.” Nick winked at the bartender as Rob ordered a Jack and Coke just so he knew to add just enough XTC and Viagra to keep Rob “enthused” and in a party mood. With drinks in hand, the pair wandered back further into the party. As they walked Nick pointed to the right, “Over there is the wet area if you need to take a piss. We try to keep any water sports activity back there.” “There are always a couple of bottoms stationed there to drink your piss or wherever else you might want to put it.” One thing Rob noticed is that there were a lot of large screens showing porn throughout the space. ”What’s up with all the porn playing," asked Rob; “seems like you’d just want it in one area if people wanted to take a break from the sex versus having them everywhere.” Nick chuckled, “I guess it technically is porn, but in reality we have closed-circuit cameras at all the play areas; what you are seeing is live action of what is happening in that area.” “It helps people locate activities they want to participate in as well as giving people a birds eye view of the action in case they can’t get close enough to fully appreciate it.” Nick pointed to left, “ See that screen there?, see the caption says fuck bench #2; that’s your ginger bottom being fucked by that big bear right now.” They made their way to fuck bench #2 and sure enough a large hairy bear of a guy was pounding the hell out of the ginger’s ass. His moans were somewhat muffled since his mouth was filled with big black cock of another party attendee. “Gentlemen, we have a visitor here, how about letting him use this bottom to dump his first load of the night?” announced Nick as they walked up to bound bottom. The cocks were removed from both ends and the crowd formed a circle around the fuck bench. “He’s all yours- if you need me for anything just ask around; anyone with a red bicep band is on staff they can find me.” “Have fun!” With that, Nick walked away into the crowd. Rob stepped up to the red head’s upturned and spread ass and aimed his cock at the winking pink hole. He still looked fairly tight despite the pounding he was taking when they had walked up. He stuck two fingers in the hole and the bottom moaned and cried out “Please fuck me!” The ass didn’t seem to be flooded with cum yet. Rob glanced down and saw a bottle labeled “T Lube”. He squirted some in his palm and coated his cock. He squirted a small amount more onto the hole in front of him and roughly worked it in with his fingers. With one stroke he buried his cock balls deep in the ginger’s pink hole. “Time to flood this hole,” shouted Rob. The bottom cried out in ecstasy. The surrounding audience cheered.

Hello and sorry for the delay in my story. I am excited to be back. Your kind words have been awesome. Who would think that this is a site you can make friends on and meet so many sweet and yet deviant people. ;o) Part 7, ‘Mr. C, I think this the street Mr. Ali lives on?’ ‘Yes, yes Lukas it is, it is the one up there with all the cars parked along the street. It looks like there might be quite a few people waiting on that cherry pie.’ ‘Oh no, I am sorry, I knew I was taking too long at Dr. Brads.’ ‘No worries son, they can wait, it will just make them a little more hungry and the pie to be even sweeter. Pull right up next to the garage; there should be a spot for us there.’ ‘Gosh, this must be some party and some special pie for all these people to be waiting’ I said with a laugh. ‘Oh I am sure a few other guys brought some of their own special treats over too, but I have been known to always bring the very best dish that many of these guys are waiting for. I also sent everyone a group text that this year’s cherry crop is the sweetest yet’ Mr. C said as he ran his hand up my thigh. ‘Lukas, your penis is rock hard and leaking all over your pants, what is that about?’ I said, ‘I am sorry Mr. C, I hoped you wouldn’t notice that, I am not sure what is going with him. I call it him, but yeah, he got hard right before we got to Dr. Brad’s house and I noticed when I was leaving there that I had a wet spot. Maybe I can hide it with an apron you think? Do you have an apron I could wear?’ ‘Well, no worries, it might get you a nice tip, tell you what, why don’t you take another one of these blue diamond vitamins, that might help it a little bit maybe your electrolytes are just low’, Mr. C said as he handed me another pill and bottle of Gatorade. ‘Oh this Gatorade tastes funny, I don’t think I ever had this flavor before,’ I said. Mr. C smiles and said it their new formula with extra vitamins and additives and tussled my hair. He told me to ‘grab the pie from the back warmer and take it around back to the side door of the garage and offer to help him get it inside. Be a good boy and do as he tells you and if you do, he will tip you well. Understood?’ ‘No worries Mr. C, I won’t let you down’, I said and he replied, ‘I have every confidence in you’ and I smiled and headed to the back of the truck…. I went to the warming bin, got the huge pie and started walking behind the house to the side door of the garage. There were two men on the back porch smoking cigars and wearing leather from head to toe. The first guy was huge, like 6’6” with dark hair. The back light porch was on and the light lit him from the side. He had leather pants on with boots up to his knees. He was wearing a leather hat, arm band, and had this leather harness thing on accenting his amazingly muscled and furry chest and stomach. The other person was tall and thin wearing an outfit very similar to the big dude, but just slightly less furry. He had this hood like thing over most of his head but also had a cigar in his mouth and was peeing into a solo cup. I thought it was interesting he was not just peeing in the flowerbed but he must have worried it would be bad for the plants or upset Mr. Ali or something. The tall muscle guy stared at me in a way that was as if he was looking right into or through me. I found myself staring back as I slowly walked by. He sort of gave me a head nod like ‘what’s up’ or ‘what are you doing back here’. I stopped and said ‘I am just the delivery boy bringing the cherry pie over.’ He then looked at his friend pissing and said, ‘Fuck, Tony has done it again hasn’t he?’ I didn’t know what he meant by that and at first I thought he was being disrespectful to Mr. C, but then I realized by the look on his face was more one of approval or envy or something else. He kind of gave me this strange look up and down. His eyes stopped at my thigh and his eyes got big. Oh darn I thought, I forgot about my erection and forgot to put the apron on. I just smiled and said ‘sorry it just gets like that often.’ He said, ‘No worries kid, mine is like that half my life.’ Then he said, ‘Fuck, I will have a huge helping of that pie in a little while.’ I stopped and just took a deep breath in for a minute and realized in the night air, his cigar smelled really awesome. I have never smoked or even thought of smoking since it is a devils addiction, it was really strange, but I swear my dick got even a little bit harder as I exhaled the night air with the faint smell of this cigar in it. The tall dude was watching me and had a surprised look on his face for some reason and said, ‘you know what? Well actually, kid can you tell Mr. Ali I want one of the first pieces of that and to have one of his servers bring that pie out to the playroom, I mean woodshed in a few minutes? I have quite a bit more of my cigar to enjoy and don’t want those other pigs devouring that pie before I get done with my cigar.’ I took in one last breath of the night air and his cigar and nodded to him as I entered the side door of the garage. The door to the house was right there. I couldn’t really knock very well with my arms full but I was able to get the door to the house open so I just let myself in. I was immediately greeted by this guy that looked like an Arab sheik out of a movie. I could see this huge pelt of black fur spilling over the top of his white throbe and the darkest jet black hair on his head under his ghutrad and agal. He was very handsome and a very powerful looking man. He immediately put both hands on my cheeks and said, ‘you must be Lukas? Here, here, here, put this down’ as he snapped his fingers and two of his servers came over to help me out. The two guys bowed and took the pie and set it on counter right next to us. I thought, boy, his staff are sure well trained, I could learn from their attentiveness back at the store. His hands were still on my cheeks and he said with quite an accent, ‘just look at you… would you…. just look at you. Perfect, pure and so blonde. Just like your fathhh, I mean Tony said you were.’ He turned me around and looked at me in full circle. Oh god, please do not let him notice my hard on, how fricken embarrassing. It was a little funny and I smiled thinking, I felt like I was at my grandmas when she would make me spin around and do her ‘look how big you have gotten’ routine. He immediately snapped his fingers and said ‘drink for the boy’. One of the servers very quickly brought him over a glass with ice and dark liquid it in; I figured it was a coke probably. He handed it to me and said, you must be thirsty, please drink. I didn’t know what to do, I thought I really should just get the money for the pie and get back to the truck; I didn’t want to keep Mr. C waiting again. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept his drink. I knew Mr. C told me to be good and do what he said. But did he mean this? Oh no, I thought to myself, what should I do? Oh, I know I could use my cards he gave me! So I asked myself ‘should I take his drink and be social for a minute’? I pulled out the second card in my pocket and it said, ‘absolutely, yes’. Mr. Ali apparently had saw what I was doing and was looking at me funny. I apologized and told him it was my first day and I was new and didn’t want to mess things up so I explained the cards Mr. C had given me. As I said that, I reached my hand out and took his drink. I took one big swig and realized it tasted terrible. Oh man, I have a whole mouth of this, I cant spit it out, I swallowed reluctantly with one big gulp. He laughed and smiled and said ‘oh I should have told you, this is a very special traditional celebration drink and most people from my country sip it to start and then it gets easier to swallow. It kind of helps you relax a little bit.’ Relax? I thought to myself, I cant relax, I have to get back to work. He put his hand on my shoulder and started to lead me around and show me his house. The place was packed with men all around the house and kind of looking and staring at us. I guess we looked so different. Me young, blond, in my tiny little pizza uniform without a penny in my pocket and on my first day of work…. and him well dressed, dark, well educated, smart, successful, obvisouly very rich and important. I kept thinking man, I got to get back to the truck. So I was drinking my drink as quickly as I could and trying to remember the maze of rooms and people of how I would get back to the kitchen. I then thought, how do I bring up about the money for the pie. Am I supposed to collect or no? So I asked myself another question…. ‘ is it rude to ask him for the money? I reached in and pulled out the third card and it said. ‘absolutely, yes’. So I decided to not worry about the money. Mr. Ali, then asked me to have another drink and do him a favor. Oh man, Mr. C is probably freaking out wondering what is taking me so long, but I said what would you like Mr. Ali? He said, have another drink and maybe help me for a few minutes? There will be a nice gift for you if you do.’ I said I didn’t want to get in trouble with Mr. C. and he said, well why don’t you ask the cards, he gave them to you right? I thought, ok, the cards haven’t let me down yet, yes, I will ask the cards. So I thought to myself, ‘cards, should I have another drink and stay to help?’ Card #4, said, ‘absolutely, yes’. He look at the card, and said, very well then. He snapped his fingers and said, ‘drink for the boy’. I didn’t want to be rude and say to him that I turned 18 and I am now a man, but I thought that would be rude to correct him. I said, ‘this drink is for celebration? What are you celebrating?’ He said ‘this is somewhat of an Ali family reunion week, every year he brings some of the unmarried and married men from his country and other extended family from around the world to his home in the US for a few days. Most are here to find their soul mate, but a few just need to sew either oats before they go back home. Many came on private jets so their soul mates don’t have to worry about passports and customs and all that kind of thing. They can just sneak away without the paparazzi and media finding out. As we walked, several of the men commented to him he should get this moving, that the pie needs to be served before everyone gets blue balls, a couple even gave him a high 5. I had always thought the expression was that important royals like his family were blue bloods, but they must have said blue balls and I didn’t hear correctly. Anyway, we were back in the kitchen and I was starting to feel a little funny. His servers had cut into the pie and they had several plates of it on the counter. All of a sudden I remember the big dude that was in the back yard had said he wanted his pie delivered to him. Oh no, where did he want it taken? Oh, the woodshed, so I said to Mr. Ali, ‘there was this really big dude, I mean friend of yours on the back porch and wanted one of the first pieced of the pie and he wanted his pie brought to the woodshed. At least I am pretty sure he said woodshed?’ Mr. Ali said, ‘Oh? He did huh? That is your fathhh…. I mean Mr. C.’s best friend Terry. Terry is from Canada and travels the world. But yes, he is someone we want to keep very happy. Would you do me a favor Lukas?’ I said, ‘sure, what it is?’ Mr. Ali was over at the freezer putting a couple things in a brown paper bag and then I saw him put a couple of the spray cans like Mr. C had me get from his rec room and put those in the bag too. He then grabbed a really big piece of pie, and said. ‘Please, please boy, don’t delay, the other servers are all busy, please take this pie and this bag to Terry down in the woodshed.’ Just follow the path in the backyard past the pool and gardens and look for the small building with no windows and the red light above the door. Please don’t make a fuss, just knock once and enter and quietly and say. Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie. Now I know Lukas you didn’t really make the pie, but tell him that exactly, ok? ‘Ok, I go down the path, to the building with the red light, I knock once, enter quietly and say….Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie.’ I smiled and said, ‘got it right’? Mr. Ali, said, ‘perfect, it’s a bit of a long trail now, so don’t wait and don’t forget.’ ‘No worries Mr. Ali, I won’t let you down’. I then turned and headed down the dark path with my brown bag and cherry pie.

Definitely more. Coming soon. :-)

Anyone know what happened to that great story about the young doctor who comes home to find his bf cheating with a woman and then moves out and into his own place in a transitional neighborhood with an ABS downstairs. The story revolved around smoking and becoming a BB bottom?

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.

Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

Since there are several confirmed cases of guys becoming HIV positive while on prep, who took their pills as directed, why not remain on prep and look for full blown guys or guys not on meds and keep the thrill of the risk that way. Just a thought!

9. Aiden "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," I said, whispering it into Jay's ear. He turned to me and smiled. The innocence of his smile belied his position; the boy was bent over, with a muscular man burying his manhood in the boy's hole. Unbeknownst to the boy, that fur-covered man was infected with HIV and it was far too late for Jay to protect himself. Of course, every boy I found attracted attention from a certain circle of collectors. There were always men who appreciated the special pleasures of a first edition. Jay smiled again. His smile was amazing. Even a hardened pimp like me could see that Jay's smile was what set him apart. He wasn't just the latest sequel in an increasingly tired story line. His smile made him something unique and special. Men were going to want to make him their own for more than just a few hours and those men were going to be happy to pay for that pleasure. "It feels so good," Jay said. Between the distant, far-off stare in his eyes and his soft, flaccid cock, I had been pretty sure that Tucker and Damon had introduced Jay to the pleasures of crystal. "So wet," he continued, his words slurring a bit. His voice confirmed my suspicions. He had partied. It was a perfect set-up for me. I would get to voice my disapproval before giving into his pleas to join him in the party. "Oh FUCK," Alex grunted, as he pushed himself back into Jay. There was the final spasm of his body as the last of his balls emptied out into Jay's hole. Alex gasped for air as Jay pressed up against the hairy man. Jay's metamorphosis into a cum-crazed, drug-fueled slut was well on its way. I had started it, now it was my responsibility to take him all the way. "Fuck," Alex moaned again. Alex leaned in. "That was fucking amazing. We gotta play some more." He winked at me. "Aiden has my number." Rod had paid handsomely for his privileges, but that didn't mean that other men wouldn't be able to enjoy the pleasures of breeding Jay. Besides, Alex had chosen to medicate his disease; unlike some of the men at the party, his semen was harmless. "I'll make sure you two connect," I said. I wasn't sure if the two men heard me. Alex had pulled out and spun Jay around. The men were kissing deeply as the savored the afterglow of the orgasm. "Connection," Jay murmured. I could see him struggling to put together sentences as the drugs hit him hard. It was the perfect time to pull him deeper into my world. "Yeah," I said. "Connection. That's good." "It is," Alex said. He pushed Jay towards me. The young man wrapped his arms around me. His body was hot and sweaty against my skin. I felt his heart pounding. "Aiden's a good guy," he said. "Make sure he calls me," he said to me. "Of course," I said. I pulled Jay closer to me. "Having fun?" I asked him, as Alex disappeared into the crowd of men. "Yeah," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. He barely struggled as my tongue pressed into his mouth. I could taste the bitter remnants of the crystal plus the salty hints of pre-cum. It was hard to believe that Jay had never even kissed a man, much less one fuck him. But if he was to be believed, this was all new to him. "I want to fuck you," I said. The boy's reaction was immediate and predictable. His hand reached down for my crotch and found my cock straining against my underwear. "Damn," he said, as he ran his hand over my bulge. "I want," he started, but then couldn't get out the rest of the sentence. I let him off easy and kissed him again. "I want you to fuck me," he finally managed to say. I reached down and guided his hand into my underwear. His fingers brushed against my cockhead. "You like this, don't you?" I asked. He nodded and wrapped his hand around my shaft. "You like getting fucked, don't you?" Jay continued to nod. He was still holding onto my erection. "Yeah," he said. "I do." He smiled again, and it was hard not to slide my dick into his wet, sloppy hole right then. "You want to fuck me?" he asked. "Now?" He had pulled it together enough to ask the only questions that mattered to him. I wanted to pound him hard and load him up with my strain of the virus. But the night was young and before the sun rose the young man's hole would still be able to make me some money. "I was thinking," I said. The boy's face fell. He wanted dick. Any dick. My dick. "After this," I said. He perked up a bit. "Maybe we can go back to my place. Just you and me. And just spend some time together." He was smiling now. That was the pleasure of a boy like him. Exploring being a bottom and tweaked out on crystal, he couldn't contain his desires or control his actions. "Would you like that?" "Yeah," he said, blushing. "I would. I'd like it a lot. I like you" I shouldn't have worried about turning Jay. He was a natural crystal whore. "I like you too," I lied, even as I kissed him again. He would learn soon enough that as much as I liked him, I liked the drugs and money his ass could bring even more. "There's one more old friend here. I want you to meet him," I said. "I'd like that. And I'm looking forward to after. With you." "Me too," I said. I was looking forward to the few hours we would get to spend together. But his reasons were not my reasons, and my reasons were the ones Jay needed to be afraid of. My cock twitched in anticipation, in anticipation of being part of the destruction of his innocence. We kissed once more, but I broke it off. "Come on. One more friend. I know you're going to like him." "Ok," Jay said. Any delay before his next dick was more than he wanted. Even if we didn't find Doug immediately, the chances were high that any interruption was going to satiate Jay's cravings. "Is everyone here hot?" Jay asked, as we navigated through the mass of men. Some were just talking, but more were making out, sucking, or fucking. I doubt Jay noticed, but there was not a single condom in evidence. "Hey," someone said from alongside me. I recognized the voice and when I turned, I saw Dennis. Officially, he worked at the bath house nearby, but unofficially, he was one of my steady and reliable sources for party favors. Given the time, he must have come straight from the bath house. I looked him over. He was just the kind of interruption that Jay needed. Dennis had on a pair of tennis shoes and a leather band around his left wrist. His cheeks looked a little more sunken than I remembered, his body looked a little more wasted than before. However, one thing hadn't changed; his thick cut cock was just as big as ever. It was hard to tell if the decline was due to his virus or his drug habit. Either way, he was just the kind of new friend Jay needed to meet. "Dennis," I said. "Wow. Great to run into you." "Yeah," he said. He looked over to Jay and looked him up and down. "New acquisition?" he asked. "Dennis, this is Jay. Met him at a club tonight, and thought he'd enjoy the party here." Not that it was needed, but I put an emphasis on "party." "Hi," Dennis said, reaching out for Jay. Jay was momentarily stunned, unable to take his eyes off of Dennis's thick manhood. Even before the boy could react, Dennis had pulled Jay to him. "Having a good time tonight?" he asked Jay. "Yeah," Jay said, then let Dennis press his lips against Jay's mouth. The two kissed. Dennis wrapped his hands around Jay's torso and sought out the boy's butt cheeks. "A lot of fun," Jay managed to say, before Dennis started to rub the boy's cheek, reducing the young man to soft moans of pleasure. "You want something up there?" Dennis asked. Jay could only nod. "You want to get my dick up there?" Jay nodded again. Dennis looked at me. "He free?" "All yours," I said. I wasn't going to make any money off of this encounter, but it would be worth it. The next teener from Dennis would likely be suspiciously large. Not to mention Dennis had stopped taking meds nearly six months ago. He has explained he didn't want to be putting too many chemicals in his body and he wasn't going to give up his party favors. I didn't care for the reasons. All it meant was that Dennis would give Jay his first injection of high viral load semen. "Can I cum in you?" Dennis whispered into Jay's ear. I was close enough to hear it. He looked up at me. He wanted permission to do what he wanted to do. "You want it, don't you?" I whispered. "You want his cum, don't you?" Jay nodded. "Tell him. Let him know what you want." "Yeah," Jay finally said. "Please. Cum in me." Dennis smiled, and spun Jay around. "You ready?" Dennis asked. "Lubed and ready?" "He is," I said. I didn't bother with asking Jay; I didn't care about his answer. Dennis would be the fourth guy to fuck him tonight. Jay already had four loads up there not to mention all of the pre-cum. The accumulated fluids would be enough for Dennis and his thick Latino cock. It would have to be enough for Dennis. Dennis hadn't bothered waiting for my response. He had already lined his cock up with Jay's hole. As soon as I gave him permission he pushed his shaft into the boy. "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. His tone was a combination of pain and pleasure; he was more than willing to endure the pain for the obvious pleasure. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again, as more of Dennis's cock disappeared into Jay's tight hole. "Feel good?" I asked, directing my question to Dennis. "Hell yeah. So tight. And so fucking wet, too" He grabbed Jay's hips, and pulled the boy all the way down on his dick. "Needed a slut like this." "He's yours to use." "He ready for a full-blown fuck?" Dennis asked. Jay wouldn't know the significance of the phrase, but I did. Full-blown AIDS. It was no wonder that Dennis looked worse for the wear; between the damage his virus was doing and the heavy toll the illegal drugs took, his body was struggling to stay healthy. "Full-blown?" I asked. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Full-blown. Found out a few weeks ago." "Damn." I turned to Jay; he was bent over, legs slightly spread, giving Dennis the best access to his unprotected hole. My dick twitched, thinking about Dennis's cock dripping his AIDS-infected pre-cum into the hapless young man. I was not going to tell Rod what had happened; Rod had paid well for the pleasure of infecting Jay, and I wasn't going to be a buzzkill. "What are you doing?" "Enjoying every second of it," Dennis said. "Sharing my gift." I leaned in to Jay. His face was agonizing pleasure. He knew he was getting fucked. He knew he was getting pushed to his absolute limits. But he knew he was powerless to stop it, powerless against his animal instincts to get fucked. "You want Dennis's gift?" He nodded vigorously, blissfully unaware of what he was agreeing too. "You want a full-blown fuck?" Jay nodded again. His fate had been sealed hours earlier, completely without his permission. "So big. So hard," he grunted, as Dennis shoved his cock in and out of his hole. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Fuck me hard." "Good boy," I said, and stroked his curly hair. I kissed him, this time allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. He was vulnerable and weak, and I was going to take full advantage. "You're going to let Dennis cum in you, aren't you? Let him give you his gift?" "Please," he nodded. "Cum in me. Give me your gift." He had no idea what he was saying. He was just parroting back what I had said. But it was enough. I kissed Jay once more. I was sad that in his very first night with me, his innocence and purity was going to be so utterly destroyed. But there was money to made in that destruction, and I was not going to let it go waste. "Make me proud," I said, before standing back up. "Give him his first full-blown breeding," I told Dennis. "Fuck yeah," Dennis said. The full length of his Latin dick disappeared into Jay. Deep inside of the boy's body, Dennis's engorged dickhead had begun to drip a thick, dirty fluid into Jay's unprotected body. Correctly used, the fluid was designed to ease the process of impregnating a woman. But tonight, this was a fluid made for infecting a man. It would lubricate Dennis's thrusts into Jay's body and already had more than enough virus to forever change Jay. "Does he know?" Dennis asked. "No. Hasn't even asked," I said. Jay didn't seem like he was all that stupid; the club where we had met was a hang-out for college kids. If he wasn't stupid, that left only two other options; he was either naive or high. Or, most likely, both. There would be time later to remind him about his weaknesses and mistakes. By then, it would be too late to make any difference at all. The futility of his rage would make the moment all the sweeter. "My kind of twisted pig," Dennis said. His cock disappeared back into Jay's hole, where the Latino's poisonous pre-cum could best do its treacherous work. Of course, every man who had cum in Jay: Rod, Damon, Alex, and now Dennis had delivered a toxic payload. That Dennis was so much further along than any of the others made the fuck so exciting to watch. "I'm sure you guys can find time to play more," I said. I didn't want to deny Dennis his pleasures, especially with the unique load he was going to deposit it Jay. But, I was eager to give Jay my own load. It was the best perk of my job; there was always a selection of fine young men to breed. "You want Dennis's load," I asked, turning my attention back to Jay. His eyes were glazed over, and he struggled to even focus on me. "Yeah," he mumbled, "Cum in me," he continued. His words short and clipped and he struggled to form even a simple sentence. "Fill me with your seed." Dennis pulled me back up and gave me a quick kiss. "Fucking sweet hole your boy has. Wanna seed that tight, unprotected hole." I put my finger to my lips, reminding him to be discreet about his desires. "Oh damn," Dennis grunted. "Stealthing a boy," he whispered, "Fucking stealthing the college boy." He pulled almost all the way out. His cock was slick with ass juice and dick snot, but before I could appreciate it properly, Dennis pushed it back into Jay. "Take my load," he grunted, as the familiar spasms of orgasm wracked his body. "Take my fucking load." He took one hand off Jay's waist and wrapped it around me. Although he acted the tough Latin top, my dick had found its way into his muscular hole more than once. His kiss was not unexpected, and I let him explore my mouth. "Breeding your tasty new neg boy," he whispered into my ear. "Blasting him full of my poz cum," he whispered, just barely loud enough for me to ear. Even though I had already made plans for my own toxic seed to be injected into Jay's hole, I was still jealous of Dennis. He had gotten there first and with semen even more AIDS-ridden than mine. But as Dennis pressed his tongue back into my throat, I realized that there was no need for jealousy. All three of us were getting off on the experience. "Fucking give it to me," Jay moaned, as the warmth of the semen spread through his body. "Fill me, fill me" he continued. "Fill me," he repeated several times. "Charging him up," Dennis grunted. Even in the middle of orgasm, he had the presence of mind to not say it too loudly. My own dick was straining against my white underwear, a wet spot growing on the left from the steady drip-drip of pre-cum. I needed to get inside of the boy soon. I wasn't sure if I could even wait for the last man of the night to have his way with Jay. "Fill him up for me," I replied to Dennis. Jay was going to be even better if he was dripping by the time we left the party. Besides being the perfect lube for fucking, the semen would make it easier for last shard of crystal to dissolve in his ass. "Fuck," Dennis said. "I needed that." He began to pull out, taking his time to work his load into Jay's unprotected hole, and ensure that every drop stayed inside the young man. "We gotta do this some more," Dennis continued, as he pulled Jay back up. He pulled all three of us into an embrace which devolved into a three-way kiss. "My balls are drained," he said. "Into my hole," Jay said. "Drained into my ass." "Yeah," Dennis said. He reached down into his socks and pulled out a business card. He handed it to Jay. "I work six to midnight, Wednesday through Saturday. Come by. I'll make sure it's a party." It was a free pass to the bath house. I took it from Jay and tucked it into the waistband of my underwear. "I can carry it for you." "And one for you," Dennis said, handing me as well. Between Dennis and my boys, I hadn't paid admission in ages. But the card was useful; it almost always got me an extra gram or two of favors. Dennis gave Jay one last lingering kiss. "I want to see you soon," he whispered into Jay's ear, before gently pushing him to me. Even before I could say good-bye, Dennis disappeared into the crowd. It would be only a few minutes before he would be in heat again and shortly after that, another poor boy would get his ass filled with pozcum. "My hole is dripping," Jay said, as he wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hands seek out first his ass cheeks, then his crack and finally his fresh young hole. He was right. There were a few drops of cum leaking out of him. "It happens," I whispered into his ear, as my finger ran around the edge. "It's a reminder of all the men who have been inside you." He rubbed up against my bulge. "I want you inside me," he said. "I want your cum too." "Come on," I said. There was still one more old friend I wanted Jay to meet. Doug had thick salt-and-pepper chest hair, that lead down to a good-sized dick that remained dangerously hard all-night long. He had come out in his forties, pozzed out a few months later, and had been sharing his gift ever since. "One more guy for you to meet." "I just want to play with you," Jay whispered in my ear as we threaded our way through the crowd of men. "Me too," I said. "But soon enough," I continued. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of grey under a light. Even with just the glance I knew it was Doug. "This way. You gonna let him fuck you?" I asked Jay. "Yeah," Jay said. "I am. I'm gonna let him fuck me good." The bluntness was the crystal talking. I was going to have to re-stock before we left; I wanted him totally acclimated to the party and play experience. I pulled Jay close, and we kissed. As we made out, a familiar figure came out of the crowd and pressed up against Jay. "Jay," I whispered into his ear. "Meet Doug." "Hi Doug," Jay murmured. He leaned his head back, and the two men kissed, before I helped Jay turn around. "Nice," Jay said, before he leaned into Allen and kissed him again. The two men were closely matched in height, the younger one a bit taller. "You're a sexy one," Doug said. His hands were already grabbing Jay's ass and I was not surprised to see his fingers disappear into Jay's crack. From the gentle moan that emerged from Jay, Doug had managed to find the boy's hole. "And a hungry one," he continued, winking at me. "Why don't you get to know Doug a bit better," I told Jay. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. "Get his dick wet for him." Doug's cock was already semi-hard; it would take only a bit of attention from Jay before Doug would be sporting his infamous titanium-stiff fuck rod. "Yes, Sir," Jay said, and started to lean in. "Wait," Doug said, and reached down. He carefully removed Jay's glasses, folded them up, and handed them to me. "Don't want to get them dirty," he continued, before guiding Jay's head onto his dick. "And I want to see those beautiful green eyes of yours." Jay greedily swallowed Doug's cock. Just semi-soft, it went easily into Jay's mouth, as the boy looked up at the older man adoringly. The men may had wanted the orgasmic relief that Jay had brought them, but it was clear from Jay's desire that the boy needed their cum far more. "Oh fuck," Doug moaned. He ran his hand through Jay's curly hair, gently pulling the boy further down on his cock. "That feels so good." "Can he take it all?" Doug continued, looking back at me. "You won't know until you try him, will you?" I said. Eventually, Jay needed to be able to take Doug's cock without a second thought. The more practice he got, the sooner that day would come. "This I'm gonna enjoy watching." "Almost as much as you're going to enjoy face-fucking him?" I asked. I had seen Doug destroy a boy's throat several times. I wondered if he was in his mood again tonight. "Almost," he said. He turned his attention back to Jay. "Ready?" he asked Jay. His tone made it clear that there was only one answer. Jay nodded, not taking his eyes off of Doug's body. "Right on," Doug said, and grabbed Jay's skull between his two hands. He held Jay in place effortlessly. The two might have been just about the same size, but Jay had submitted entirely to Doug's mature masculinity. "All the way in," Doug said, and pushed his dick into the young man. "Ooomph," Jay grunted as Doug's shaft hit the back of his throat. His eyes bulged slightly, not yet expected the full-bore assault on his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting to keep his body's natural reactions under control. When he opened his eyes again, there was still the terror of gagging, but with the steely resolve of a born cock-sucker questing for his true sustenance. "All the way," Doug said, smiling, as he pushed another inch of his cock into Jay's throat. "Make me feel good," he said. Jay was struggling under the assault, but correctly, all of his efforts were in the service of making Doug's cock feel good. "Oh damn, that's nice. So wet. So warm." Doug leaned back against me with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the pleasure of the blow job. "He's a champ," he muttered, just enjoying the masculine pleasure of getting sucked off. "Not even gagging on my dick." I looked down. His cock was a solid rod now, rigid and unyielding, despite the turns Jay's throat demanded of it. "Oh, hell yeah," he grunted, as the last inch disappeared into the young man's mouth. "Mmmmph," Jay grunted, as he forced himself to get used to the thick shaft filling up his throat and blocking his breathing. "That's it," Doug said, turning his gaze back to Jay. "Show my dick some mouth-love. Massage my dick head with your throat and make me drip right into your gut." Jay gulped, swallowed, but remained focused on Doug's cock. "Damn, you haven't even gagged. Now, I want to fuck you." He pulled his cock out, leaving just the head in Jay's mouth. His shaft was glossy with Jay's spit; it would be enough to lubricate it when Doug slammed it into the boy's hole. "You wanna get fucked, boy?" he asked. "Fuck me?" Jay replied, his mouth still full of Doug's dick. He was still staring at Doug, as if the slightest blink would mean that the hairy daddy and his hard cock would just disappear from in front of him. "We don't have to do it, if you don't want to." Doug was not one to pass up a tight young piece of ass. Especially one that was rumored to be HIV-negative. "But," he began, as he stroked the young man's cheek, his thumb running over the light stubble. "But, it would be so nice to share that with you. Really get to know you." He smiled at Jay. "Your choice," he finished. "Please?" Jay replied. "Fuck me? Give me your load?" I doubted that Jay had even processed what Doug had said. The pent-up desire from so many years not getting what he needed was all that he could think about. "Fuck me, please, Doug." "That's what I want to hear from my boy. Fucking eager to get his ass pounded." Doug pulled his dick all the way out of Jay's mouth and pulled the boy back up. "Turn around and show me that ass." Jay did as he was told. We had all gotten used to the dim light, yet Jay's ass seemed almost to glow, it was so white and perfect. He bent over, and spread his ass cheeks apart, offering up his tender and abused hole. "Fuck," Doug grunted, as he spit on his dick. "That's an ass I could fuck all weekend." "That's always an option," I said. Doug was more than good for it, and his infected sperm would find Jay's ass a very fertile ground to flourish and grow. "I know Jay will be very appreciative of any gifts you could give him." "Ohhh, damn," Doug moaned. He pressed his raw cock into Jay. Jay's hole opened up easily and allowed the older man's hard shaft to penetrate into the boy's guts. "Ohhh, damn. That's even better than your throat." "Fuck, daddy. Your cock. It's so hard." Jay wasn't thinking; he just instinctively called Doug "Daddy." Not that it mattered. Doug had fucked his way into the Daddy Hall of Fame years ago. "Yeah boy. You're going to take my dick. Take my cum." "Please, Doug. Fuck me." Jay was pressing his ass up against Doug's groin, taking every inch of Doug's cock and fucking himself deep and hard as the older man stood there. "Give me your load." "How many have fucked him already?" Doug asked me. I had to think a minute. "Four guys," I said, counting in my head; there had been Rod, Damon, Alex, and Dennis before Doug. "And five loads." "Charged up?" "All of them," I said. "But he doesn't know." "Fuck, that's hot," Doug said. "Fucking hot." He grabbed Jay's waist and held him in place as he forced his dick deep into the boy. "Fucking breeding him." "Charging him up," I whispered into Doug's ear. It was the depths of the night, when time slowed down and what little decorum we had started with disappeared. It was time to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and all of the dirty, sleazy fantasies that could come true. "Infecting him," I continued. "Damn, Aiden," Doug murmured. "I'm gonna fucking breed his hole." "Please, Doug," Jay said. "Cum in me." "Breed him," I said. Just for Doug to hear, I continued. "Fill him up with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Doug said. "Getting close," he grunted, and slammed his cock deep into Jay. "Fucking on edge here," he continued, his breath shallow and fast as he stood at the edge of orgasm. "Give it to me," Jay said. Any doubt in Doug's mind about Jay's needs were erased with that statement. "Fucking load me up." I wondered if Jay had any idea what a dangerous game he was playing. So much of what he said was coded language for bug-chasing and pozzing. But he was so helplessly naive that it was hard to believe it was anything other than him parroting back what he heard the men around him saying. "Oh, hell yeah," Doug mumbled, as his body shook with the spasms of orgasm. "Fucking take my hot load," he grunted. His hips bucked and forced his dick deep into Jay's body and his cock unloaded its deadly payload deep into the young man. "Take it all!" "God, that feels good," Jay said, as Doug forced his dick into the boy. "Fill me up." "Give him what he needs," I said. This time, it was loud enough for Jay to hear. All three of us knew that Jay needed sperm; only two of us knew the deadly extra that the boy was getting. "Give it to him deep." "Oh, hell yeah," Doug said. "This is only the first load," he continued. He slammed his cock in and held it. "Fucking sweet ass." "You gonna fill me up again?" Jay asked. Even listening to him closely, I couldn't tell if he was excited or scared by the prospect of a second load in such quick succession. "Hell yeah, boy. I've got another hot load for you. You think you can take it?" "I want to," Jay replied, not quite answering Doug's question. It didn't matter. Doug was going to seed the boy regardless of Jay's desires, and I was more than happy to hold Jay in place while Doug took his time fucking his poz load into the boy. I switched positions, from behind Doug to facing Jay. He was smiling, but it was that distant, desperate smile of a tweaker. He didn't care who fucked him, or how hard he was fucked, as long as he got a load of cum at the end. "Fuck yeah," Doug said. Over Jay's shoulder I saw him wink at me. Jay's ass had been lubed up by his poz load, and it was now time for Doug to properly enjoy his newest boy. "Gonna work that load into you." "Do what you need," I said. I looked right at Jay. "I know he can take it." Jay's eyes locked on mine; he was simultaneously excited and terrified at the possibility. He had realized exactly what he had signed up for and wasn't yet sure if he could follow through. "He's made me proud all night." I was not going to make this any easier for him; seeing him at the very limits of his sexual endurance only made my dick drip even more of my own toxic miasma of virus, semen, and sperm.

So we sat back, had a few drinks and got to tell each other of our personal passions. I said, I had waited for several years for this moment and thanks to Joe and his camera I can enjoy this moment over and over again. Joe said 'You know I want to make my contribution to your moment as well. You know I am just as toxic as Lucas and in fact, have the same strain that you are getting from him" I said, I would be disappointed if Joe didn't get his loads in. Lucas interjected that he would do another good deep seeding before he let another breeder get in my ass, as he wanted to be sure he was the one that got me first. Lucas told me that since he had started keeping track, he had infected 16 men that he could document but many of them just came for a visit, got bred, and left without any follow up with test results so he could not be sure he could put a notch in his cock ring for those. So after about 30 minutes of conversation, Lucas got his cock back up and was ready to mount me again. So we put our cocktails down and scurried off to the bedroom, got my feet in the air so he could get on top and get his cock in the deepest in that position. I locked my heels behind his neck and he trust that big uncut cock balls deep where he pounded my ass for a good strong 10 to 12 minutes. meanwhile Joe planted his asshole over my mouth so I could lick his balls and tongue his ass to add to the excitement of getting bred. Lucas announced that he was going to shoot another toxic load in my guts and went from stroking to seriously pounding my ass. It was exhilarating to feel those big balls so violently smashing into my ass crack as he tried to drive that big cock into my lungs from the back side. I clamped my heels tight around his neck and tried to swallow his nuts with my asshole. I felt him pulsing and slamming as I know he shot several long ropes of cum again deep into my hungry ass. He kept stroking till his cock simply fell out of my ass and he slumped onto me and I released my heel grip from his neck. We were both totally soaked from sweat and it smelled so good. after regaining our breath, he rolled over to beside me on the bed and said, "If you're not converted now, you never will be." I replied, "I'm sure you've got the job done but we have a few more days to make sure, just in case." Joe, now with his ass properly rimmed and cock throbbing from the breeding he just watch, said "I'm going to contribute to those loads already in your ass now, I've waited long enough" to be continued

"Joe, keep that camera running. And you, get all your clothes off and spread those ass cheeks," Lucas ordered. I hurriedly got naked and the anticipation had me so weak in the knees I could hardly stand up. I was actually going to get bred with that big beautiful poz cock. "Bend over, boy," Lucas murmured. I complied, which gave him the perfect position to slide his tongue deep in my asshole and worked it in and out for at least a full minute. I could look down and see his cock hanging and dripping precum on the floor. He stood up and right there inside the door he drove that huge uncut cock deep in my ass with one thrust. "Fuck, yeah, breed that fuck hole," Joe exclaimed in approval. Lucas took Joe up on his recommendation and slammed his cock into my ass so hard he slammed me into the wall. I managed to catch myself before I brained myself, and braced myself against his trusts, in point of fact slamming my ass hard against his cock. I could feel Lucas' balls slapping in my ass crack as Joe howled with pleasure watching me take Lucas' big cock. He pumped about 20 good hard thrusts and the anticipation must have been too much to last any longer and I felt his cock pulsing as he shot about six good long ropes of cum deep into my guts. Lucas panted as he continued grinding his cock into my ass, massaging his huge cum load into my tissues. I could feel some of it leaking out as he stroked and some dripped off my balls onto the floor. After a few minutes, Lucas withdrew only for Joe to shove a big butt plug into my asshole. Joe said "It's best to let that stay put for the time being." Lucas said, "Now that we have been properly introduced, how about we have a few drinks and talk for spell? This is the first installment and I wanted to get that out of the way before you had a chance to change your mind. Now we can take our time and get into some serious poz breeding and seeding. The commitment has been made now as you have a bonafide AIDS load swimming in your guts. From now on for the rest of your visit we can just enjoy the passion of AIDS breeding." To be Continued.

Hey everyone ! It's been a while since the last update, I hope you'll enjoy this part, which should make up for the shortness of the previous one. Let me know what you think (love knowing this story made you shoot, if you have the evidence, even better) ! ———————————————————— When Brandon freed one of his hands from his grip on my wrists, I seized the opportunity to take him by surprise and wrestle my way out from under him. We switched positions, and I pinned him underneath me. "I see you are ready," Brandon said with a huge grin, and damn did that make my heart jump in my chest. He was an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and under other circumstances, I certainly would have enjoyed having such a beautiful lover. He was still my son, however, and as his father, I had a responsibility to put an end to this, right now. We had done more than we should have. I shouldn't have given in the temptation, that first night. How bad was my luck that the one guy I actually cross the line with turned out to be my own son ? I moved from the bed, leaving Brandon on it, but the latter grabbed my wrist before I could get too far, and tried to pull me back. "Dad, where do you think you're going?" He said, almost threatening. I found the strength to resist his grip, and walked away, grabbing my underwear before getting out of the room. I needed to escape from him, but walking proved to be difficult, with the butt plug he'd put in me. I pulled it out and threw it in Brandon's room, groaning when I felt Brandon's cum dripping down my legs. Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but my cock just got harder. Damn fucker really had got me hooked on getting bred. How would I get my fix now? I wondered. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself for thinking about more cheating. I had done enough. I had to put a stop to this madness. I could hear Brandon chasing after me, but didn't let that stop me. I pulled on my boxers before I ran down the stairs. "Dad, come on," Brandon shouted, and before I knew it, he'd caught up to me and hugged me from behind, effectively trapping me with his arms in a tight embrace, and I could feel his cock protruding against my ass. Fuck. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his overwhelming scent intoxicating me. "Where will you even go at this hour, huh? Let's talk like adults." "I'm putting an end to this, Brandon," I said with as much authority as I could muster, and couldn't keep a moan from escaping me when Brandon thrust his bare cock up against my hole, with only the thin layer of my cotton boxers as a barrier, ruining any credibility in my words. It would be so easy to say fuck it, and let Brandon take me again right here in our living room, let him fill me up and shoot his second load in me tonight. Just thinking about it almost made me come, and that was such a hard thing to process. How had my mind been so screwed that it found the idea of fucking around with my son even hotter than if he were some random jock I wasn't related to? It probably was because of all the times I got off with J—fuck, Brandon—pretending he was my son. At the time, it was just a nice innocent fantasy. It was harmless, to fuck a hot young jock who was yearning for a daddy, but fucking him so many times, calling him my son, it really did make me enjoy the thought of it, and I never saw it coming. I had become conditioned to it. Damn it. "Oh, really?" Brandon said, his tone challenging as he thrust again, taking a whimper out of me as he grasped my cock. "Then tell me you want me to stop, 'cause your dick seems to be disagreeing." My hole was itching to be filled again, and it was all I could do to not give in. I had to remain strong, no matter how difficult Brandon made it for me, so I removed Brandon's hand from my cock. "Please stop," I said, and to my surprise, Brandon did let go of me. I finally turned around to face my son, thinking about what to say next. He looked stunned, and still so eager. It shouldn't be this hard to tell your son that he's not supposed to be fucking his own father. "Brandon, what happened between us tonight—hell, what happened the past few weeks—it never should've happened. I never should've cheated on your mother, least of all with you. I'm sorry I let this all happen." "Why should this end? We've got a good thing, Dad," Brandon protested. "It's actually the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, so much." "And I love you too, you know that," I said even as my heart broke, feeling like I was breaking up with my son. "But you're my son, and we shouldn't be more than that. And what about Julie?" "I'll dump her," Brandon said, shocking me into silence. He took my hand, looking me in the eye as he added, "If that's what it takes. She means nothing next to you." "That's insane," I said. "That's not even my point. I like Julie. I thought you two were doing good. Fuck, can't you see? This thing between us, I never wanted it to happen, Brandon." "Then explain me something," Brandon said as he stepped closer, making it impossible for me to ignore how good he looked, how amazing he smelled. "When you didn't know it was me you were fucking all this time, what were you doing, cheating on mom with a young guy—repeatedly—getting your rocks off pretending you were fucking your own son, huh? I distinctly remember you being pretty into the whole Dad-Son role-play." He had me there, and I didn't know what to say to that. I was guilty of enjoying all those times I fucked him while being called Daddy. Just the taboo aspect of it made it so much hotter. But I wasn't so screwed that I would do my son, knowing it was him. "Well, it was just a fantasy. Like I said, I never wanted to actually have this kind of relationship with you." Until now, I omitted to say. My mind had never made the connection between Brandon and finding sex between father and son hot. "I love you as a father, all right? Despite everything that happened between us, I want you to remember that. And that's why we can't keep...you know, doing what we've done." "So, what, we're just going to pretend none of this ever happened?" Brandon said, crossing his big arms over his chest, his hard cock pointed at me. "I don't think I can do that." "Well, you'll have to, there's no other way," I countered, doing my best to keep my eyes on my son's face. "Get back to your room, all right? I'll go clean up." "Dad, please," Brandon pleaded as he grabbed my hand before I could walk back up the stairs. "If you really want to stop, can you at least let us have this one last time? I'm begging you." Fuck was I tempted. Brandon's face was a mixture of despair and lust, and as I let my eyes sweep over his gorgeous young body, I almost said yes. All I did was shake my head and turn my back on him before I could change my mind. I went back to the master bedroom, locking the door behind me and hurrying to change the sheets back and open the window to dissipate the sex smell in the air. Brandon left me alone while I covered our tracks, which was a relief. I had used up any resolve I had in me, ending things with Brandon, and I felt utterly heartbroken. I washed away all the evidence of our fucking in the shower, but couldn't resist jacking myself off to the memory of that hot and huge cock while fingering my hole with the remaining sperm that was there. I knew I was no saint, now less than ever, but at least I had declined Brandon's offer to pursue things further. I came hard, whispering my son's name as I came with my fingers up my ass, his cum still in my guts. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting for the last time the sweet taste of my son's cum, wishing I had never gotten a taste of it in the first place and gotten hooked on it. ————————————————————————— The next morning, I rolled through the motions, barely acknowledging Kate on my way out to work as she came home. I barely got any sleep at all, tortured with vivid images of Brandon's perfect body glistening with sweat, fitting against mine like no one else ever had. Needless to say, I woke up with a raging hard-on, and had to beat off in the shower in shame again. Brandon was still asleep in his room when I went to check on him, his beautiful bare torso in display for me. I was thankful I had work the whole week to get me out of the house, away from Brandon. I'd taken the day off yesterday just to welcome Brandon home—and what a welcome it was. Trying to focus at work turned out to be easier than I'd anticipated, and I plunged myself into it, willing to find any distraction I could to take my mind off of my son. I'd even turned my phone off during the day. If I lingered a little longer than usual, I didn't think too long on it, even when I knew I was dreading coming home. By the time I left work, my wife had already left for her shift, leaving the house only to Brandon and I. I found my son lounging on the couch, almost naked if not for the tiny pair of briefs he was wearing. Fuck, but he was so gorgeous, lying here so close for the taking. My cock stirred to life in my tight pair of khakis, and I had to bring my briefcase up to hide it. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted me with a tentative smile that I returned, casting my gaze away from his magazine cover body. "Hey, son," I greeted back before making a retreat to my bedroom. The fucker was teasing me. He never used to walk around the house wearing so little before. I hid in the ensuite bathroom, splashing my face with cold water as I undid my tie. I changed into more comfortable clothes, debating what to do with my son. When I stepped back in my bedroom, I found Brandon sprawled on my bed. "Long day?" Brandon asked, giving me a sultry look. "You never answered my texts." "I turned my phone off," I answered, fishing it out of my pocket to turn it on, in case something serious had happened. I was surprised to see a dozen texts from Brandon, and even shocked when I found they were all pictures of him naked in incriminating positions. He even had a video of himself showing his cummy hole, which kept playing over and over on my phone, hypnotizing me. He must have taken that video last night, with my fresh load in his ass still. Fuck. I proceeded to delete them all before throwing my phone on the bed, looking back to a smug Brandon. "Liked what you just saw?" he inquired with his sultry voice as he stood up and marched towards me with grace. I stood my ground and tried to steel my features. He wanted to rattle me, and all I had to do was to get through it, to show him nothing was going to happen. I didn't know what to expect after our conversation last night when I went to bed, whether Brandon would give up or keep pursuing me—guess he went with the latter. I had hoped my attraction to Brandon would peter out after the cold realization I was forced to face yesterday, but so far, nothing. "No," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. He was right up in my face now, smelling clean and oh so amazing. It was impossible to stop my cock from getting hard, and there was no way he wouldn't be able to see how hot he was making me with only a pair of sweatpants covering my crotch. He made a show of gazing at my cock, then back up to me, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "Why do you have to make things so difficult, Brandon?" I hissed, frustrated at myself, at my libido. I fisted my hands hard, hoping the pain would stop my erection. "Because I'm not giving up on you so easily," Brandon countered, his flirty tone changing drastically to a serious one, his face hardening. "I've wanted you for so long, thinking I was insane and hopeless. It took me a while to come to terms with what I want, and after all the wonderful times we've had together, you're mistaken if you think I'm letting you go without a fight." I had not expected that, and was caught by surprise when Brandon cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. I responded on instinct, kissing him back for a second before I pulled away, before he could pull his muscled body against mine. "No, Brandon, I told you this is not happening," I said firmly, only to be manhandled by my son and pushed on the bed. He locked the door to the bedroom, putting himself between myself and the only exit. He proceeded to move his body then, in a way I didn't know he was capable of, undulating with more grace than any stripper I'd ever seen. Oh God, I was getting a lap dance from my son, I realized, when he got close to me, showing me his eight pack, his hard pecs, turning around to shove his meaty ass up my face. I was hard as a rock, watching Brandon in all his naked glory, with his tiny briefs hiding next to nothing, only accentuating how big his glutes were, and how hard and big his cock was. He rubbed his ass against my cock, and I grunted in pleasure, desperate to shove my cock back inside his sweet young hole, where it belonged. The treacherous thought froze me on the spot, and prompted me to stop my son's movements. Fuck. Fuck. I threw Brandon on the bed, and jumped for the door, unlocking it to make my escape. I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my car keys and wallet on my way out. I drove away, not knowing where to go as I willed my stiff cock to go down. It was so unfair I almost wanted to cry. I headed back to the office to cool down, away from Brandon. Everyone had gone home when I got there, so I was peacefully alone with my sinful thoughts. I needed to figure out how to deal with Brandon, what to say to him to make him see reason. I rested my head on my desk, lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution but finding none. I felt so alone, with no one I could talk to about this particular issue. I couldn't bring this up to anyone, and that just made things worse. I felt so consumed with guilt and lust at the same time. "Dad." I whipped my head up, finding Brandon standing in the doorway of my office, wearing more clothes than the last time I'd seen him, with old jeans and a tee shirt so tight that it could very well have been painted over his pecs and abs. "Come home, please," Brandon said, his blue eyes pleading. "You can't escape forever, you know? I'm sorry for coming on so strong. It's just so hard, having you so close, but not being able to have you. I'll give you some space, ok? Just come home." He sounded so sad, so genuine that I had to listen. This was Brandon, just yearning for my affections—the wrong kind, of course, but affections still. I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, pulling my son into a hug. I felt him relax in my embrace, burying his nose in my neck. He was trembling, and I really felt for him. I stroked his back, and he tried to pull me closer in return, but I made sure to keep our crotches apart. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging each other. "I love you, son," I said, meaning every word. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, that last word going straight to my cock, unfortunately. I pulled away, offering my son a soft smile, and then proceeded to get my things and switch everything off in my office. He kept his word and didn't try anything as we went home in separate cars. I was glad to know he was going to back off, and hoped we could repair our relationship now. I was hoping, above all else, that with time, his current infatuation with me would fade away—as well as mine. Brandon deserved great things in life, and I wanted him to have it all. A sexual relationship with me never factored in the plans I had for Brandon's future. He was headed toward a great life with Julie, as a future lawyer. I kept that in mind as my mantra to strengthen my will, in case Brandon tried to make me stray again. It was for his own good, I told myself. When we got home, Brandon kept his clothes on—thank fuck—and offered to cook dinner for us both, refusing my help. I took that opportunity to wrap some things up for work I'd left unfinished today. The evening went by a blur, with wine and good food at the table, I let myself go and kept on drinking, needing to unwind. I didn't think, and drank whenever Brandon gave me a refill, probably drinking more than I should have. I felt buzzed, and free, and could finally break the tension with my son. We laughed over old times, as though nothing had happened between us, and for a moment, I could almost forget our affair. "Thank you for dinner, son," I said as I prepared to clear the table, but had to steady myself when I stood up on wobbly legs. "You're welcome, Dad, but you don't have to do a thing, let me," he said as he helped me to the couch. I was dizzy, and lied on the cushions face down, hearing dishes being put away in the distance. Sleep was taking over me when Brandon shook my shoulder lightly. "Let's get you to bed, Dad," I heard him say, and next thing I knew, I was lying in my bed on my back. I threw my arm over my eyes, feeling a headache approaching, and longed for a good night of sleep. "I'm so hot," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in my shirt and my sweatpants. I felt hands on me, and breathed a sigh of relief when my shirt was removed and the cool evening air brushed my skin. I was aware enough to feel my sweatpants taken off, leaving me in my boxers only. I scooted higher on the bed until my head hit my pillow, and soon enough, I succumbed to sleep. Once again, Brandon invaded my dreams, naked on the bed with me, crawling over my body on all fours with a seductive grin. Looking up at me with his beautiful baby blues while his plump lips wrapped around my cock. His rock hard abs flexing in front of me as he rode my cock like an expert, moaning Fuck me, Daddy, loud enough to be heard in the entire neighbourhood. The images were so vivid it almost felt real, even my cock felt warm, as though it really was inside Brandon's sweet hole. That thought startled me into awareness, and when I opened my eyes, mind still foggy, I found the object of my desire actually going to town on my cock. The sight alone almost made me shoot my load. I couldn't even move, watching my own son impaling himself on my cock in front of me, an identical replica of my dreams just right now, with a sheen of sweat on his taut belly. "Oh yeah, fuck," Brandon whispered, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face that had me mesmerised. He never looked as beautiful as he did in that instant, and I hated myself for thinking that. He looked so far gone he hadn't even noticed I was awake now. The second thing I realized as I looked down at my cock, was that he was riding it bareback, just like I'd wanted for so long, all those times before when he'd make me wrap it up. "Brandon," I said, catching the look on Brandon's face, like a deer caught in headlights. He recovered quickly though, and grinned at me as he kept on fucking himself. "Hey, Daddy, glad you decided to join me," he said, and actually quickened his pace, bringing me closer to the edge. "Brandon, stop," I begged, my mind still feeling dizzy enough to tell me that I hadn't been dozing long enough to sleep the alcohol off. "You told me you'd give me some space..." I mumbled, moaning despite myself. "And here you are...fuck.... molesting me in my sleep!" "I couldn't resist, Daddy," he said between thrusts, and put his hands on my chest, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples. "You looked just too damn irresistible, laid out here, almost naked, ripe for the taking, and your cock was so fucking hard already. I didn't know booze made you so horny, but I'm glad I found that out." "Brandon, please," I begged again, for what exactly, I didn't know, but his raw hole felt so fucking good, all warm and wet, so tight around my cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me," Brandon said, pinning my wrists down above my head as he leaned down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept muttering between kisses. I was so overwhelmed, from the incredible warmth around my cock, to the feel of Brandon's soft skin over my hips, his beautiful lips on mine, his intoxicating smell, I couldn't think clearly anymore. I was drunk in the first place, but now I was also drunk on lust, and in a sensory overload. "I want your Dad sperm in me, please, Daddy, fill me up," Brandon said, slipping his tongue in my mouth again and making me engage in a long kiss as my hips started moving, thrusting up so my cock met his ass in a perfect tandem. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I let out, unable to filter my thoughts any longer. "Made such a beautiful boy." "All yours, Daddy," Brandon said, kissing me harder. "I love your bare cock in me, stretching my hole, filling it with your load." "Fuck." Brandon had such a dirty mouth, I'd almost forgotten just how nasty and vocal he could be. I'd almost forgotten just how much I loved his dirty mouth, how much it turned me on. "I want your babies, Daddy," Brandon added, fucking himself harder on my cock. "Want you to knock me up, keep my guts coated with your loads all the time until it takes." I couldn't take it anymore, with everything Brandon was saying, doing to me, I shot my load hard, my cum bursting inside my gorgeous and young son's ass. He stopped moving the moment I started shooting, taking my cock all the way in, as deep as it could reach. "Yeah, sperm me, Daddy, sperm me," he said with a huge smile on his face as he came himself, hands free, the look so beautiful it only added to my climax. His cock twitched back and forth as it shot its thick, creamy son cum all over his abs and mine. It was without a doubt the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, my mind absolutely blown away. I watched as Brandon scooped up his load off his belly and mine, coating his own cock with it, and letting some drip over my waiting tongue. "How's it taste, Daddy?" "Fucking sweet," I growled, completely lost in lust, my tongue licking some of the cum that had dripped on my lips. I watched my son grab something from the bed, the same black butt plug he'd used on me yesterday, and slip it in his hole easily as he came off my cock. He threw my legs up in the air then, resting my shins on his shoulders as he aligned his cock toward my hole. I could feel his cum-coated erection teasing my entrance, and threw my head back with a moan. "Fuck, you're so hot, Daddy," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I kissed him willingly, licking at his tongue desperately, letting his lips meet mine in a fiery dance as the head of his cock slowly penetrated me, pushing some of his load in. I groaned, the sounds coming from my throat swallowed by Brandon while he picked a pace fucking my hole with his sperm as the only lube. My hole was still a bit loose from the night before, and it only hurt a bit as his big son cock started fucking me eagerly. "Fuck me, son, fuck," I said, grabbing Brandon's firm ass, kneading his cheeks and urging him to fuck me harder. "Love you, love you, love you, love you," Brandon muttered in perfect timing with his frantic thrusts, and soon enough shot another load, this time inside me, the familiar feeling making me climax again. There really was nothing quite like getting a fresh, warm load of young cum bursting inside you, coating your guts so deep you could feel it. I felt like an addict getting his fix, and kept his hips in place until I could milk every last drop of his son sperm inside me. I was in heaven, and nothing else could bring me down in that single perfect instant with my son.

I love the fact that I am a dirty little secret for possibly dozens of men. Yeah, they are married but deep down they know they're bi or closeted. Plus I believe I'm providing a sexual service that their woman isn't providing. Sometimes, these guys just need some really good head and a tight ass to fuck in some man on man action. If their woman actually sucked them off and gave up the booty, they might have a side piece like me. I fondly remember one dude that had a fiancee who gave him some lackluster BJs (if ever) and made him use a condom whenever they fucked. He'd meet up with me once a week for some mouth-love and raw hole that he could dump his jizz in. This went n even after he got martied and had a kid.

Part 5 As the van drove through the city, I lay in the back in a chemed up, sexed up haze. My mind drifted back to my high school football days. I saw my teammates naked in the showers, rubbing their soap covered bodies. Then I saw them lined up one after the other to fuck me as I lay on the weight bench, pounding my ass and filling me with their hot cum. Then I imagined their dads fucking me, big hairy men passing the quarterback slut around. As these images filled my head, I reached down into my shorts and felt my raw, puffy hole. I moaned as I felt the wetness oozing out of it, around my finger and down my leg. I knew my hole was wrecked, but I still wanted more. I had no idea just how wrecked my hole would become. The van stopped and Master came to the back and pulled off my tank top. Pulling out some nipple clamps, he attached them to me. I yelped in pain, but was quickly turned on by this new sensation. Then he opened the van door. I started to panic. We were at the bar from last night. The bar I frequented as the top God. I was known there! Everyone would see me as a pig! Master just yanked on my collar and dragged me out of the van. As soon as we entered the bar, he dropped me to my knees. I crawled after him, my head hung in shame as people snickered and pointed. Master just took his position at the bar with me on the floor next to him. Over the next few hours I remained on the floor. People would come to examine me with my cum caked hair, reeking of piss, with cum oozing out of my ass. Master would encourage them to finger my hole, which they did a lot. Especially humiliating were the twinks I had dominated fingering me and sticking their fingers in my mouth to clean off. Eventually we left and Master drove us to our next destination. Club Taurus. A very hardcore sex club. I had heard about it, but had never been. I was informed that I was tonight's special entertainment. As soon as Master paid and we were inside, I was stripped naked again and led to our room. The club wasn't busy yet, it was still a little early, so I just rested a while on the bed while Master busied himself with his phone. An hour or so later, and it was time to get busy. Several large hits and a bootie bump later, we were out in the orgy room. I was grabbed immediately and bent over. I didn't even see the man, but just felt his cock push into me. I moaned like a whore as he rode me, pumping me hard and unloading deep inside me. Man after man used my whore holes, dumping load after load into me. At one point as I was sitting on a guy, riding him, he just grabbed me and pulled me into him. Immediately I felt another cock at my hole, trying to push in. With brute force he jammed it up inside me alongside the other cock. I cried out in pain as I was ripped apart. The guy who had just entered me covered my mouth to silence me and started deep dicking me hard and fast until both cocks erupted at the same time flooding my torn innards. The use of my body went on for some time before Master took me out of the orgy room and back to our private room. I was to get a little break before the finale of the evening.

Part 4 I put the clothes on that Master gave me, which consisted of a pair of yellow spandex shorts and a white tank top, both of which were way too small for me. The shorts barely reached past my groin, hugging my muscle ass and prominently displayed my caged up cock. Master looked me up and down saying, "well, you're overdressed, but we have to go out in public." Grabbing the leash and a black bag, he led me out the door. Realizing what a slut I looked like, I hesitated momentarily, but a hard yank on the leash pulled me outside. I walked with my head down, embarrased, to his van while strangers laughed at me. Master just threw me in the back of the van and off we drove. Shortly we arrived at an adult bookstore, a particularly sleazy looking one, and I was led inside. "On your knees pig!" I was ordered. "You will always crawl on your hands and knees unless were outside!" I obeyed while he led me up to the counter. "Got a new one I see." said the older man working there. "Yup," said Master, "fresh as of last night, but we're working on that," he laughed. "I hope the special room is avaiable. I need to leave my chemslut somewhere for a few hours." "It is," the man answered, "it's still early, there's only a couple guys back there at the moment. It'll get busier. You know Saturday's are always a good day. He should be quite popular." "I'm sure he will be." said Master as he was pulling off my clothes. "We'll just leave these up here." With that he led me into the back. The guys that were already there were older and enjoyed watching a teen jock being led naked to the special room. Basically it was like any video booth with glory holes on each side, with a few differences. For one, it was the only booth that had a hanging light bulb, illuminating the booth. On the wall opposite the door was a chain attached, which Master padlocked to my collar. It allowed enough room to move between the glory holes, but not enough to reach the door, and certainly not to leave. Above, pointing down, were two video cameras aimed to catch all the action. The final difference in this room was a drain in the middle of the floor. Reaching into his bag, Master pulled out a baggie of powder and proceeded to lay out two fat lines on the dirty cement floor. Handing me a straw, I didn't need to be told what to do. I snorted the lines off the floor while Master laughed at me. "Look what a pig you're becoming. Snorting lines off a dirty floor that men have pissed and cum on. And you were once so proud. I'm leaving now, I know I don't have to tell you what to do." With that he left. I was alone, chained in a sleazy bookstore, tweaking and horny. A cock came through a hole, and I immediately started sucking it, knowing it belonged to one of those old men I saw. I didn't care. I dove on it and sucked it for all I was worth. It didn't take long before he was feeding me a load of hot cum, pumping it down my throat. As he finished, the door opened and an ugly fat guy walked in and dropped his pants. Without a word he grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock right in my ass. I moaned like a whore as he sunk it deep in me, just happy to have another cock in me. He pumped me hard, his fat belly slapping against my rock hard ass cheeks for at least 15 minutes before he pumped my guts with his sperm. Pulling out he shoved his dirty cock in my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. Then he pulled out and started to piss on me, drenching my face, my golden blond hair, and my tan muscular body. I just wallowed in it. After the fat man left, a few minutes later another man entered the booth. A big black man. "Oh yea! We got some nice young white pussy today!" he said. "I hope you can take a big cock, cause even if you can't, you will!" He dropped his pants to reveal a cock bigger than mine. It had to be at least 12 inches, and FAT. He didn't waste a moment and shoved that monster right in me. I howled as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh yea, that's some good pussy. Love to feel it spasm on my cock!" As he started his pounding, an anonymous cock poked through the hole. The black man just grabbed my hair and rammed my face down on the cock. With my hair in his fist he brutally slammed the cock in and out of my throat while he battered my ass. I just grunted like a pig while I was brutally spit roasted. I was eventually rewarded with sperm being pumped in both my horny holes. That's how my day went. I was indeed the most popular pig of the day. A chemed up teenage jock slut doesn't happen every day, and the men made sure to take advantage of the opportunity. By the time Master came to get me, several hours later, I was a cum dripping, slimey, piss covered mess. My knees were scraped raw and bloody. Master sat there and watched the last few men use me before he finally had to call it quits, much to the chagrin of those still waiting their turn. "Sorry guys," Master said, "my pig has to move along to his next appointment. You're welcome to join us later at Club Taurus for more fun." With that he unchained me from the wall and threw my clothes at me, leading me out to his van and our next adventure.

Part Five; That night as I laid awake in my bed looking at the piece of paper with the number on it and the thought of ME being the guest of honor; what the hell did he mean and what the hell am I getting myself into now? The next morning when I woke up I spent the day with my family as they asked why I had been spending so much time at the park; of course the normal excuse of nothing to do but hike in the woods till they got home. At approximately I finally made the call to the number; still not knowing if they would make good on their promise of showing up at my house and telling my parents what I had been doing or them finding photos of me being a the park faggot bitch. After 3 rings a voice answered and asked who it was; I said I was told to call for a party tonight. The voice on the other end yelled out to someone that it is your white faggot bitch on the phone, a minute later another man got on the phone and asked if I was ready for another good time? I asked what the good time meant; the male stated just be in front of your house to be picked up in an hour, short and t-shirt, no underwear, but before I could ask why in front of my house, he hung up! I ran upstairs to get showered and dressed and outside before they got there. I was standing in front of the house hoping that my parents didn’t come out. An hour to the second almost a black panel van pulled up driven by a black man; the side doors open and two more black guys were in the back and told me to get the fuck in! I jumped in the back where they told me to strip, I asked why, and that the doors were still open; NOW BITCH, STRIP!! I never got naked so fast from them yelling afraid that my parents where sure to have heard them. They then threw my clothes on the street, closed the door and sped off honking the horn; I guess the let all the white folks know that they had one of their white boys, and he was naked!!! As we drove down the street, they fitted my with a leather collar with a lock and two hooks for a leash, then both my wrist and ankles had the same type of leather restraints put on and locked in place. The black guys were drinking and smoking pot and as I asked for something; they gave me a bottle of water. Water; WTF was this, I was surely going to need something more that fucking water. One of the black guys slapped my upside my head and told me to drink it. I was almost done when we pulled up somewhere and stopped, my head started to feel really funny and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was trying to catch my bearings of where the hell I was at, I could hear voices all around laughing. My body hurt like hell and felt like someone had beat the hell out of me. The black guy from the park was standing next to me and stated that I was coming too, I was offered a drink of water and as I reached for it, I found that I was bent over a wooden padded type bench, unable to move my legs that were now stretched open and tied from my ankle restraints along with my neck and my hands that had some room to move. What did you do to me? We had you tagged for us! What; what do you mean tagged? My now dominate black male told one of the guys to bring him the mirror. He held up a mirror so I could see the small of my back above my ass. He stated that they took me to a tattoo parlor and had me tagged! On looking in the mirror I saw a black spade with an arrow pointing down to my ass; with the words “black cocks go here”. Oh my god why? That black male stated, you are bitch now; you serve us only, you gona be are whore!! Then the black man moved the mirror to both my arms; both had tattoos, one side had white fag for black cock, the other had a heart with I above the heart and cock below. You will now address me as Master or sir; do you understand? How am I going home after this I asked; YOU DON”T BITCH, YOU STAY HERE NOW, YOU WORK FOR US, ME!!! And he then hit me so hard upside my head, I saw stars. Now call me MASTER bitch!! I bowed my head and replied “yes master”. LOUDER BITCH; YES MASTER. You ever forget it again I will kill you; understand? Yes Master!! Good; now I have another surprise for you before we get started. “Fix the bitch up first” the guys grabbed my arm and out came the strap and the syringe with the drugs, after they hit me with them, I was again in heaven and just wanted cock in me. The guys all undressed and started to shove their cocks in me at both ends, making me tell them what I wanted. I was so High, I had no idea how loud I was begging to be fucked, that I was a cum dump for black men, that I just wanted to feel their seed flooding my mouth and ass. My master then asked me to tell them how I became a whore for black cock, how I fell in love with cock and cum; as they took turns using my holes. My Master then grabbed my hair after my rendition of my sexual encounters in the park and had me look at the tv screen, I almost got sick right there; on the screen were both my parents, my 17 yr old sister and my 13 yr old brother watching and listening to me. I could see 4-5 black guy in the background making them watch and listen to me being used and my tales of male sex. My parents had the look of shock; but looking at my brother and sister, they seemed more intrigued that shocked, could they be enjoying this? My master must have sensed the same thing. “Tie the parents up, take the other two to their rooms and see if what we see is true; if so, bring them here after you give them both some fixes!! After the screen went dark, I was taken off the bench and taken out to the van and strapped down on the bed with my ass hanging off the end and my mouth at a perfect height for sucking cocks. They then drove me to a part of town that they just open the doors for my use for the customers on the street. What is going on with my Brother and sister back home I wonder?

I like to keep them as long as possible and sharing it with other disease craving pig bro's !!! New STD's, etc. always welcome here !!!