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Gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead into the darkness I muttered under my breath, "What are you doing here?" I had been parked for about ten minutes, trying not to draw attention to myself as shadowy figures walked around the car park, occasionally peering into vehicles hoping to get a show. I knew what went on here. Everyone did. This place had a reputation. Looking out to my left and away across the gravel I could just make out the block building of the toilets. Shapes moved in and out regularly and cars came and went as I waited. The headlights of the cars providing brief snippets that shaped my mental map. I knew it was popular but I never expected this much ... traffic. I knew I shouldn't be here but I just had to know. My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, had said I was too distant and could never commit. She never knew about the late night stroke sessions, the times I was shooting loads to gay porn online. The chat rooms. The dildo I kept very, very secret. Now I was here ready to step over that imaginary line. Wasn't I? After a few more silent minutes, and being certain that no real movement had taken place during that time, I opened the car door. Stepping out I was glad for the moonless night. The darkness gave me confidence and, shutting the car, I strode across the stones. My crunching footfalls sounded thunderous to my ears as I approached that small brick building. I felt as though eyes were watching me from every darkened vehicle. My nervousness returned but my anticipation grew as the black doorway appeared in my vision. Standing before the pitch-black entranceway I strained my ears trying to gauge anything from within. It seemed like there was nothing, then a gasp, and a moan and then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Even in the darkness I felt my face flush but I was driven forward by arousal. I stepped inside. I waited inside the doorway for a minute certain I was invisible. It was nearly complete darkness in there. Even after a minute I could only make out vague shapes. Stepping further inside slowly I realised the entrance was a corner that opened into a wider area. A long trough type urinal ran along one wall and a row of doors, all shut, were the cubicles. There was a smell in there. Stale urine, and fresher, plus sweat and..bleach? Not knowing any better I stepped up to the urinal as quietly as I could and kept on listening to the sounds coming from behind the doors. The rhythmic slapping and soft moans were turning me on so much, even if I couldn't see anything, the though that I was stood so close to someone fucking had me rock hard. I released my cock as I stood there and began stroking as I listened to whoever it was in that cubicle getting closer and closer to their climax. As my hand slid up and down my hardon I listened intently to the sounds of sex. My focus entirely on the passion taking place only a few feet away from me. It became my whole world for a few moments. So when a voice whispered from the darkness right behind me, "Seems like there's a lot of enjoyment to be had here." I think my heart actually stopped for a second. My hand froze on my cock and I think I was about to scurry out of that place when all decisions went away from me. I don't think I had another rational thought for the rest of that night. An arm reached around me and rough, manly, thick fingers grasped my still hard cock, gently if steadily wanking me. I moaned and leaned back, the only response I was capable of. "Fuck, you're a keen one!" The voice whispered right in my ear making me shiver as his hand kept steadily pumping away at my prick. His other arm worked its way up inside my t-shirt and his rough hands started rubbing over my nipples. I couldn't begin to gather my wits. I was loving finally letting go even though a distant voice in my head said to calm it down. The pleasure I was feeling in this near total dark was the most I had ever experienced. My hips were pumping in time with this strangers stroking and I was gasping in pleasure. All of a sudden he gripped my cock hard. Squeezing me tight. I was on edge and he must have felt it. "Not so fast." It was spoken like a command right into my ear, "We don't want you going off the boil so quickly." I groaned in frustration. I was so close to spraying my cum and had just been denied. Wasn't that why I came here? My cock throbbed in his hand as he squeezed and gently rubbed me. "Oh fuck!" I moaned out loud realising his intentions: to keep me on edge, to keep me going, keep me willing. Up until now my hands had hung limply by my sides. I had pretty much given up motor function to this man behind me. This voice that had taken me over within seconds of revealing itself to me. As he kept up his ministrations to my cock with one hand the other was withdrawn from under my t-shirt and he grabbed my wrist. Pulling my arm behind me he guided my hand until I felt heat and then flesh. Thick, solid flesh. The first cock, besides my own, I had felt and it didn't disappoint. I don't know if it was the darkness focusing my attention but to my mind this dick was huge. Certainly bigger than mine and oh so solid. My fingers felt along the hot, hard length from balls to the flared tip and I was rewarded with a groan in my ear. I wrapped my hand around and started stroking wanting to return some of the pleasure I had been given. This man in the dark then guided my other hand to the wall in front of me and pressed my hand against the rough brick. In doing so he was pressing himself more firmly against me. I kept working his cock as best as I could while he, satisfied I wouldn't move from him, let go of my hand and I felt him completely undo my jeans and push them down. Even in the dark I felt suddenly exposed, I hadn't worn underwear in the hopes of something and this didn't go unnoticed. "Fuck, you were ready for me weren't you?" It was then I realised I was stroking his very hard cock right over my now naked arse. As my hand continued working his shaft he let go of me leaving me throbbing and grinding myself to him. "That's a fucking lovely arse, boy," he hissed in my ear as both his rough hands began stroking, kneading and spreading my cheeks. I let go of his cock and felt myself leaning forward. With both my hands on the wall in front of me I had effectively offered myself totally to this stranger in the dark, sordid, public toilet. It felt so good. I pushed my butt towards him arching my back and giving him full access as his hands roamed freely all over me. His rough hands each gripped a cheek and spread me open and I gasped as I felt his heavy dick sliding up and down along my crack. "Oh fuck!" I whispered into the darkness. He responded with a chuckle advising "Don't panic I won't fuck you yet. I will fuck you before the night is out, but I'm going to make sure you are ready for it. When I give you my cock you will be begging me to fill your slut hole. You'll be taking a breeding you won't forget I promise." With that I felt him crouch down behind me and then I felt his hot breath on my cheeks. Then a warm, probing pressure straight on my hole. "Oh shit yes!" I almost shouted and my cock throbbed as I was introduced to having my fuckhole eaten out. Whilst he was behind me he had worked my jeans all the way down and worked one leg free. From here he spread me wider and went to town tongue fucking me. Lapping at my hole then pressing his tongue hard into me instinctively I pressed back to spread my cheeks this pleasure was too good and I wanted him to lick me over and over. Here I was, stripped from the waist down in a dark toilet, bent over at the urinal, pressing on the wall in front of me so I could push my arsehole onto the tongue of a man I hadn't ever seen. He was pushing back, the warm wetness I could feel between my cheeks just felt right. He leaned back and I felt him spit on my hole. "Going to make you ready boy." Was all he said before I felt a thick finger pushed up inside me. I winced at the sudden intrusion and he started licking around my ring again as he finger fucked me. The soothing laps of his tongue coupled with the rough pressing inside me had me panting against the brick work. I could feel my hole opening to accept more. "Tasty fucking hole you've got here, nice 'n' tight too. Going to enjoy giving you everything I've got. Bet you've never been stretched by a cock like mine before, eh?" "No, never." I gasped before I realised I was speaking out loud. His response made me look back but in the darkness I could only make out blurred shapes. "Fuck me! A virgin hole. Right then let's get you properly opened up and loaded!" Two fingers were thrust up into me and I saw stars as he began working them in and out of my now spit slick hole. He was scissoring his fingers and twisting them inside me. Even though it hurt, I was so turned on it only added to the sensations I was being introduced to. Pressing onto his fingers I couldn't believe I hadn't done his before. In this squalid, dirty place I was being shown who I really was for the first time. After a few minutes of working my arse open he suddenly pulled his fingers from me and, whether it was the roughness of his skin or his nails, it burned and stung for a few seconds. However the state of lust he had worked me into made every sensation something to be enjoyed. I heard and felt him rise behind me and I looked back to no avail, the darkness made it impossible to distinguish anything in that room. This man could be anyone, maybe I knew him away from here? Or maybe he was someone I would see around town? I would never know that it was the same man as had just opened me up to so much. I didn't wonder for too long about this as I felt him press to me from behind. The thick head of his solid cock rubbing between my cheeks, sliding up and down and making me wetter with precum. Involuntarily I groaned in response to the pressure his cock was exerting against my hole. I knew there was only one way this would end. Boy, was I wrong. As he rubbed himself to me his hands gripped my waist and slid up my body. He pushed my t-shirt up and easily stripped it from me and now I was totally naked grinding my arse onto the cock of this man behind me. It was dark but somehow I had never felt so utterly exposed. Just then he stopped moving completely and was silent for a second. Then there was a blinding flash and even in the blackness of the room I could only see spots of light and dark. "Just wanted a shot of that sweet arse before I ruin it." He smirked as he said this and I started to wonder what I had let myself in for. SLAP! "Fuck!" I cried out at the sudden impact. It stung like hell and was quickly followed by several more swats at my cheeks with his strong hands. For some reason my hands remained pressed to the wall in front of me, my knuckles white as I pressed my fingers into the brick. My arsecheeks burned hot from pain but at the same time I couldn't pretend my cock wasn't rock hard under me and dripping a steady flow of pre. "Mmmm, goood. It looks like this boy likes to be used." The hoarseness in his voice made me realise just how horny he was. I could feel his hard cock sandwiched in my crack for sure; but there was a need in his voice that made my hole spasm. I don't think I'd ever experienced true desire before. It was then that the nearest cubicle swung open loudly and a dark shadow hurried out through the doorway. A voice from the darkness just said. "Fuck sake, do you have to be so loud right there? You spooked the cunt I was working on." "Sorry mate," my man replied, "got a little carried away with this virgin hole here." If I had been a little wiser I might have spotted the implicit offer that this sentence carried. Instead I just stood there, naked, hands on he wall almost needing my next instruction. "Virgin eh? No shit! You want a hand breaking him in mate? I've got blue balls here." The next thing my man said caught me off guard, I had certainly prepared myself to take his cock and I thought naively he wanted me all to himself so when he said, "You got any poppers? I think if we give this slut a few sniffs he'll be gagging for both our cocks." Next thing I knew I was being turned to face in the direction of the cubicles and hands from the darkness found my face. I felt the cold glass of a small bottle pressed to my nostril and I was told, "Breathe!" I had little choice and the bottle was switched between my nostrils almost every time I took a breath. My head felt light and my legs felt heavy. My heart was pounding and every beat seemed to make my arsehole clench. I nearly slumped over but I was being held up by two stronger guys now. "Oh yeah, this bitch is definitely ready." The words came from so far away as I felt myself being bent at the waist and my cheeks spread wide. Hands were also on my head guiding me down and somewhere in my brain came the picture of the spit roast fuck scenes I had so often wanked to. Now it was my turn. The head of a hard wet dick was rubbed over my face and between my lips. "Open wide," an instruction came. Then I was sucking my first cock. Well I was getting my face fucked, not deep, not rough, but there was no doubt I had no control. My guy hadn't been idle this time, while I was trying to take as much dick in my mouth without choking he had been wanking his hard cock all over my ring and started to press in. With the combined effects of his spit, fingers and the poppers the head of his cock worked into me almost easily. Then he started driving forward. All my fantasies of being fucked and even my self induced dildo play couldn't have prepared me for this. Fuck he was so thick. My hole burned and I felt tears streaming from my eyes. With my mouth stuffed with cock I couldn't do anything but moan. Trapped between these two men I couldn't move away from either as they began to relentlessly fuck me. There were several flashes in the darkness and I knew they must both be getting souvenirs of my use. They kept up giving me poppers and making me spin out as they fucked into me at either end. It wasn't long before the poppers were wearing off and I became more aware and two things were apparent. First was the constant moaning I was making around the cock being shoved down my throat, I was holding the hips of the man in front of me and I was working my head back and forth as much as he was fucking himself between my lips. I could taste pure manliness. Sweat, spunk, piss all of it and I was drooling all over it. Second was the heat radiating out from my hole wasn't pain. The thick hard cock which was now deep inside me was fucking my once tight anus with long patient strokes. A constant rhythm that had his meat bouncing off of my prostate. I was arching my back, squeezing and clenching my hole around his dick anything to show him how good it felt. That's it boy, show us how much you want these dirty cocks up you." Wait, dirty, did that mean something? The constant pounding into me at either end was making my brain melt. I just needed more, more cock, more fucking, more everything. "Oh you're a dirty boy letting us fuck you like this! You love big hard bare cock in you don't you boy?" Shit, bare, everything had happened so fast and I gave in so easily I never even thought about protection...but...but it just felt so good right now. That thick man cock forcing its way into my guts, stretching me, pulling me I knew I wanted it. I moaned loudly around the cock between my lips and I guess we all knew I was agreeing. "Fuck boy, you're going to make me cum soon, going to plant my seed deep inside you." I could feel his thrusts becoming harder, he was deep inside me and stabbing his cock into me with short, brutal jabs. I was delirious. My hole was my entire world right now and I needed cock to fill it. The man making me suck his cock joined in the fuck talk, "Yeah, knock him up. Load up that pussy good. When you're done I'll make him take my strain too." I wasn't really paying too much attention with my focus being purely on cock but I gathered that they both really wanted to shoot their spunk inside me. Right now I was just a willing hole and they could fill me however they saw fit. The thrusts into me became a jackhammer and the guy behind me roared. "Fuck yes, take it. Take it you dirty little cumslut. Take my poz load!" My eyes bugged out as I put two and two together. I was in no position to do anything but take it as he said and the way his cock pulsed inside me and he was driving it deep inside me kept me grinding back onto him. It felt too good in spite of everything and a part of me realised it was too late to turn back with his hot load deep in my arse. "Fuck boy," he said as he slowly withdrew his wet cock from my now sloppy cumhole, "That was fantastic. Your cunt is definitely one I want to breed again." With that he stood and said, "Going for a smoke. Enjoy that hole!" Just like that he was out of that darkened place and I realised I had just been handed over like a toy to be used. The hands that had been holding my head roamed over my back and found my arse. I hadn't moved and he easily slipped two fingers up me and pumped them in and out a few times. "Wow, he really opened you up well." The cock I had been continually sucking was now withdrawn from my mouth and he moved around me. I was still in something of a state of shock, still bent over, practically frozen in place. Horny as fuck too. It was..confusing. Without ceremony he pulled his fingers out of my anus and shoved his cock into me. It took my breath away but because of the rough fucking I had already taken, and I guess the cum now soaking my hole, he was inside easily. He wasn't as thick which helped but his cock curved and he was pressing against my insides so nicely. As he started pumping away I was finally able to vocalise the sensations I was being subjected to. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I was gasping with every long dicked thrust he was forcing me to take. He had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back so he could more easily bounce me on his dick. The slapping sound of his flesh violating mine added to making me a moaning cockwhore. My own cock left alone was flapping with each pounding of his hips. Precum leaking from me in an almost steady stream. I felt like I was cumming but it was constant and there was no come down. Eventually he too started up the jackhammer thrusting that tells of impending cum. I was out of breath, and covered in sweat. He was fucking my hole so hard I was almost crying but still I was rock hard. "Say you want my cum slut!" He suddenly shouted. Pounding me over and over. "I...I want it." Was all I could manage. "What do you want bitch?" As he asked this he slapped my arse with a stinging blow that made me buck my hips and cry out into the darkness. "Oh god I want your cum, please cum in me!" I begged and he pulled hard on my hips pushing himself all the way inside me. He was shaking and his cock was throbbing inside me. He leaned across my back holding himself so he wouldn't slip out of me and whispered in my ear. "Never pozzed a virgin before, I bet you'll be begging for more dirty loads before long." He slid himself out of me and left the room. I collapsed to my knees. Naked, dripping cum and panting for breath. I had no idea where my clothes were in the darkness or how I would find them. As I knelt there I idly stroked my still erect dick softly moaning as I felt the pulsing from my arsehole. What the last guy said about me wanting more was clearly undeniable. Footfalls from outside made me panic, oh shit I can't be found like this. I scrabbled about in the darkness trying desperately to find even just my jeans. But it was too late. A flare in the darkness from a cigarette gave a brief illumination and I saw three men in the entranceway. "See I told you he'd be waiting here for more. I think we've got ourselves a proper little cum piggy." I recognised the voice of the man who had first fucked me and realised then that he'd just gone out to find more men to use my holes. I knelt there, hands in my lap. I knew I was in for a long night.

Part 10 Chris kept his still hard cock deep In me, grinding his cum ever deeper into me and making sure not one drop was going to get out of before it was absorbed into my being. I laid there gasping and pushing my ass against him to help. It was the greatest sex I had ever had. My mind was screaming at me, telling me what the hell are you doing, but I pushed that aside knowing I had what I had craved. I knew I was getting AIDS cum and wanted more. I wanted to make sure I got it, I wanted it more now than ever. It was a fantastic feeling of power. In a few minutes, Chris started to pull back and I wrapped my legs around him tightly, not wanting him out of me. He leaned back and whispered for me to let up a little as he wasn't going to pull out, just start to fuck me again. We both grinned at each other like kids in a candy store and I eased up and he was soon pounding my hole again with a vengeance. Every stroke hurt and felt marvelous at the same time. My ass seemed to grip his cock tighter and tighter, not wanting to let it out at all. He was destroying my will and the walls of my ass with every stroke. I was holding onto him with my hands almost in a death lock. We stared into each others eyes the whole time. It was crazy hot and my very being was on fire with need. In about 15 minutes of this, Chris was tensing up more and his movements were getting more erratic and I knew he was getting close to giving me another dose of his AIDS cum. He finally jabbed hard into me about 5 or 6 more times and was yelling that here it comes again. Out lips came together and we both moaned into the others mouths as stream after stream of his toxic cum spewed into my torn apart hole. I felt myself cumming again also. Then he was grinding his cock into me hard and deep. I just knew I was already infected and nothing was going to stop it. I was going to get HIV and let it grow to AIDS and then I was going to start spreading it for sure. We laid there covered in sweat and my cum. My mind in a whirl, now that I had done it. What the hell was I doing. Why did I need it so bad? What was driving to this destruction? Then, my mind turned to my beautiful boyfriend. My wonderful love of my life, so sweet, so innocent, so soon to get my new found toxic cum as I bred him over and over until he converted, too, and not knowing it was coming. Would be stay together or would he hate me and throw me out. I wanted him forever, but I wanted the toxic cum more. My mind was frantic with the need. There came a knock on the door and Chris got up to go answer it, I already knew it would be his friends coming to fuck me and infect me with their toxic cum and my cock stiffened up again with the thought. More AIDS cum for my needy hole. My hardon was throbbing in anticipation already. I was ready.

Count me in. I'm a sucker for big bulges and am always checking out crotches. Freeballing in sweat pants/shorts are some of my favorites indeed. But best is when the guy is unaware he's showing a big bulge (usually straight guys). Recently I was having a coffee at a café terrace when I hear two guys stopping next to me and start talking to each other. I turn my head an staring right into a guy's crotch in tight blue cycle shorts (he was with his bicycle) inches from my face. His bulge was almost obscene, showing a clear outline of his big flacid cock and balls. To say I was distracted is an understatement! And I love surprises on public transport, like these two ?

Sorry it's been a while. Hope you guys are still interested. Part 23 I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarms going off. Thankfully I didn’t sleep through them. I still felt uncomfortably horny, especially when I tidied away the discarded dildo from last night. I had a cold shower and threw on my suit, ready to start another day of meetings. I made my way to the office building and found myself staring at hot men as I made my way through the commute. It would be a struggle to concentrate if I didn’t get a handle on my hormones! I set up the conference room, as I had done yesterday. Stew arrived before the investors and we briefly discussed our plan of action based on the previous days meeting, Stew suggested we get out of the office for todays meeting and take the investors for an early drinking lunch, make them more relaxed and let their guards down. I hadn’t much experience in these kinds of meetings, apart from the paperwork side of things, but Stew was the CEO so I naturally followed his judgment and agreed. When the investors arrived myself and Stew met them in the lobby and we all made our way to a waiting car to take us for lunch. The investors clearly seemed pleased by the suggestion and we made our way without any problems. We were dropped off in Hell’s Kitchen at a bar called Playground, it was rustic and had long benches with tables in between them, I thought it was probably popular in the evenings with the amount of seats. We found a table and ordered a bottle of wine and started to casually chat about what had been discussed yesterday at our meeting. After the first bottle was finished Stew excused himself and came back with another bottle and a jug of water. I noticed he filled his and the investors glasses with wine and my glass with water. I was glad he was pacing me, I don’t think I’d have been able to remember all the numbers if I’d continued on the wine. After an hour or so, and the second bottle had been finished, the investors seemed more willing to sign a deal. I felt quite proud of myself, as I’d done more of the talking than Stew, he’d excused himself to the toilet just as I was really getting the other two guys attention. When he returned, with another bottle of wine, I realised I had drank the full jug of water. I made my way to the toilets in the back, I decided to go into a stall incase anyone came in and seen my dick was locked away. As I stood in front of the toilet relieving myself I noticed a black card on the cistern. It had a silver ‘x’ on one side and a web address on the other. I though it was probably an X-Men thing, I absentmindedly put it in my pocket. I cleaned up and made my way back to the table, the empty jug was gone and my glass had been filled with wine. After another half hour or so the deal was done and handshakes were exchanged. Stew suggested he take the investors back to the office to have the paper work drawn up and signed. He thanked me for my work and said I could go enjoy the rest of the day in the city. I was feeling such a buzz, I wasn’t sure if it was the successful deal or the wine I’d had. We said our goodbyes as I planned on walking the couple of blocks back to my hotel. As I walked back I could feel myself getting hornier and hornier with every guy I passed. When I eventually made it into the elevator in my hotel I reached down and adjusted myself. Thats when I realised I still had that card in my pocket. Curiosity got the best of me so I took out my phone and entered the web address on the back of the card. As the page loaded I made my way to my room and locked the door behind myself. The webpage loaded, it was all black except for a silver X, like the card. I tapped on it and an instant message popped up. “Looking to get off?” I was about to close the page, thinking it was just a spam pop-up when another message came through. “Did you enjoy your drinks in the Playroom?” I looked at the message and thought it must of been the bartender, although I couldn’t remember what he looked like. I didn’t over think it and quickly replied “The drinks were good thanks” I thought I’d get the usual spam reply of ‘looking super hot’ or something else just as lame. “If you’re still in hells kitchen then come over and have some fun” I slowly began to think that maybe this was a hookup site rather than just spam “What kind of fun?” I replied, testing out the direction of the conversation “I fuck only, total top. I’m only interested bottoms wanting fucked. I’m dominant and only care about getting myself off. Don’t worry i’m hung enough to make sure your ass will cum.” I received a couple of pictures and when I looked at them my cock strained against its cage. He was in his mid 30’s probably, really toned with a fat 8in, uncut cock. I practically drooled. “I’m in a hotel” I replied. “I live above the Playroom. Red side door, flat 2. A jock and poppers will be in the hall, get it on and make your way to the bedroom at the end of the hall. See you in 30 minutes’ With that, the message was gone, when I refreshed the webpage it no longer existed. My heart was racing and my cock was oozing pre-cum, this sounded like the exact thing I needed. I paced the hotel room, I was too horny to think clearly. I ran to the toilet and stripped off, cleaned myself out and teased my hole with the dildo to warm myself up. I had a quick shower and still had 15 minutes to walk the 2 blocks back to the bar. I threw on a black T and a pair of jeans and made my way down through the hotel and back onto the street. I started to second guess myself but I passed a couple of hot guys and instantly felt distracted by their crotches. I was in overdrive, my need to have sex was over powering. I reached the bar and spotted the red door at the side, the only buzzer on the door said flat 2. I’d barely touched it when the door clicked open. I made my way inside. At the top of a single set of stair a door was ajar, I made my way in and found a black jock and a bottle of poppers on the empty hall floor. I closed the door behind me and quickly stripped, the jock hid my caged cock comfortably, I didn’t think this guy would care that I wasn’t playing with myself. I lifted the poppers and made my way down the hall to the room at the end. When I walked in I immediately felt hands over my eyes and then a blindfold being wrapped around my face…

On a hot Summer evening, just as the sun was setting, Alex Russo sat on a park bench, smoking a fatty. Best described as an otter, Alex is 6' tall, 180 lbs and covered, head to toes in a carpet of curly black hair, with a mane of wavy black, shoulder length hair and sporting a scruffy goatee. Dressed in purple shorts, a yellow tank top with PIG printed in bold letters and drenched with sweat, he was truly a sight to behold. The weed was potent and Alex zoned out until he felt a finger poking his chest. "Hey there, pig! Seeing you here, all sexy, hairy and sweaty, I had to meet you! My name's Jack Babbitt, Blackie to my friends and I hope you'll be my newest one! I ain't seen you here before, so I'm guessing you're new to the area." Blackie was a dark skinned man, 5'6", thin, with a huge, old school afro, thick full beard and stache. He was bare chested, with both of his nipples pierced, and he wore a pair of baggy red basketball shorts which did nothing to hide his cock. "If I was out of line calling you pig, please forgive me!" Feeling a stirring in his own crotch, Alex replied, "There's nothing to forgive! I'm Alex Russo, but I've been called many names, all accurate! Just moved here a week ago and wouldn't you know, my air conditioner went on the fritz 2 hours ago. Sexy is what you see looking back at you in your mirror! Your pierced nipples look so chewable!" Blackie wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Some guys get into tats, but in my case it's piercings! My air conditioner is working fine, so if you want to come to my place, you can chew on my pierced nipples and check out my other piercings! I do bite, but only when asked and only as hard as you like! One more thing, I hate being alone when I party and I don't mind sharing, but if you don't indulge, I'm cool with that! What do you say?" Licking his lips, Alex said, "You just made me an offer I can't refuse! I party and I'm willing to kick in for my share, unless you prefer another arrangement! One thing you need to know, I'm poz and undetectable! Never had a condom on or in me, so if that makes a difference, I'll understand!" "Music to my ears!" Blackie exclaimed with a broad smile. "I'm just like you, except for the fact that I tried getting fucked with a condom once and it was so uncomfortable that I told the guy to take the condom off or take off and when the guy chose to leave, I had no regrets! Honestly, if your butt is as hairy as the rest of you, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you and my ass is yours to fuck!"

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

I met him in an abandoned house in a part of town known for drugs and vagrants. I don't use, but hey, when a faggot slams they let you do what ever you want to them. I'm a sadistic control freak; A pig who gets off on mind fucking and controlling those who have lost control of themselves. I found the post for this anonymous hole on a dark web site specifically catered to pigs like me. The ad had a fairly innocuous title: Slave For Use. I assumed it was the usual unwilling participants that I enjoyed dropping my unmedicated loads in. On second thought, to say they were unwilling would be stretching the truth. Mostly they were guys who got too deep in debt with their dealers and had to pay their way to freedom. Being the nice guy I am, I help pay their way to being debt free and they pay me back by letting me drop my dirty loads in their ass. My usual fee is $500. Seems like a lot, but I get the privacy I want, the setting I need, and whatever supplies I may need to scratch my particular itch that night. It was a special occasion, my birthday, and a celebration of being 10 years poz with no meds. I recently had a doctor friend run lab tests to see what my VL load was. I couldn't believe it when he told me it was two million. Feeling excited and adventurous, I went to my dark web site, found my usual and dropped an extra $500 for something special. The poster was more than happy to oblige and I was hopeful he was able to deliver, he'd never let me down before. After some discussion it was all set. In one day, my birthday present would be ready. An hour before my session was set to begin, I was given an address and told my present was prepared just how I had asked. I remember driving through the neighborhood, a primarily poor section of town. Run down houses, abandoned building, hookers and drug dealers on every corner. Strung out homeless men looking for their next score roaming the streets by the dozens. I found the address I was looking for, parked the car and headed to the door. It was locked. I looked under the rock I had been instructed would have the key under it and there it was, gleaming in the street light. I put the key in the lock and opened the door. The smell of booze, drugs, and cum filled the air. It was heaven. I breathed it in, knowing my request had been performed in full. The house was dimly lit, but as my eyes adjusted, I could see the dirty walls, the dust covering every surface. I looked down and in the dust I saw hundreds of foot and shoe prints making a path to the room where my prize lay. As I walked to the bedroom, I felt my cock bulging against my pants with excitement, my nostrils breathing in the sweet fumes of drugs and sex. As I entered the room, my eyes were drawn to the mattress in the middle of the room, then to the ass sticking up in the air. Bottles of cheap booze littering the bedroom floor, stubbed out cigarettes and joints flung about, and surrounding the mattress of my new fuck sleeve, used needles that were meant for the cunt I paid for. My cock was straining against my jeans, waiting to get out and plant itself in this little neg pussy. There was a light emanating from a computer screen as it replayed the entire drug fueled gangbang, just as I had asked. As I stood on the threshold, I saw the note on the door to my right. The note read: Your money was well spent you sick fuck. After you answered my ad, pimping out this useless neg cumdump (yes he's neg, we did a rapid test), I slammed this whore's ass and cleaned it out thoroughly. Then we brought him to this house, my dealer's house he rents out for just such occasions. I took $300 and spent it on the party supplies you see littering the floor. There's a bottle poppers and a bottle of whiskey just for you as well as a few rigs filled with T to keep the cumdump compliant. Since it's a special occasion and you're a good customer, there's a gallon of chem piss on the table next to the mattress. I had the guys piss in the empty milk just in case this useless piece of trash got thirsty. With the other $200, I traveled the neighborhood and announced to all the homeless guys that there was free drugs and booze if they fucked this guy. I offered the guys a dollar for each load they dropped in him. It was a fucking block party. 36 hours of non-stop fucking and every dollar was handed out. Money well spent sir. The video your requested it playing and there's a copy for you to take home when you're done. Enjoy! I folded up the note and put it in my back pocket. I walked into the room and up to my birthday present. I could hear him moaning, his ass gaping, unable to close as rivers of cum oozed onto the mattress below him. There was a 3 ft puddle underneath him, mission accomplished. I unbuttoned my pants and dropped to my knees. I sunk into the mattress and as I heard the wet squish of cum, which began to bubble up like a towel being rung out. This was everything I ever wanted. The smell of cum filling my nostrils made my dick begin to leak. I took my finger, wiped some precum off it, reached my arm to his mouth and put my finger in it. He moaned like a bitch in heat. Then I put my mouth to his stretched pussy and told him to push. I thought I was gonna drown! What ever was in the mattress was nothing compared to what was in this fucker's cunt. Once my thirst was sufficiently quenched, I told my new bitch to stop, I needed to enjoy what lube was left in his hole. I looked up and for the first time, really noticed the video playing. I thought he was blindfolded, but there he was, a true slut watching as every ugly, strung out homeless man used him like their own personal fleshlight for drugs, alcohol and a few dollars. The blindfold was laying next to him. I asked him, "were you blindfolded during the whole event?" He said "yeah, but while I was waiting for you I had to see who was using me. I'm such a useless piece of trash." I told him: "Yes you are, and tonight you're my useless piece of trash. I was told your dealer made sure you were neg, but seeing how many loads you took,, I'm sure that won't be true much longer. Do you know why tonight is special?" "No," he answered. "It's my birthday tonight, and I'm celebrating 10 years of being poz with no meds. My viral load is two million and I needed a special neg boy to mark as my own." I heard him gasp and with that I flipped him over on his back and looked into his eyes; they were wide, practically black holes from several hours of constantly being slammed, but I could see fear in them. Delicious. You could tell this is not what he imagined his life would be, but he had no choice. He squeaked out "two million?" "Yeah," I said, "you're going to be my prize. A piece of me will live in your forever. There's no way you will stay neg after this, but don't worry I'm about to erase that fear. By the time I'm done, you'll be wanting more." I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a huge swig and hit the poppers. Then I reached to the floor next to him and grabbed one of the needles. You could see the hunger in his eye. "You want this?" "Yes!" I took the belt still wrapped around this arm and tightened it. There were track marks running up and down it, fresh. They had really sent this fucker spinning. Surprised he could even talk coherently. I put the needle right to his skin, then pulled back. I stuck the needle in my arm and pulled the plunger up, my blood flooding into the chamber. I looked at him and said "insurance," pulled it out and put it in his arm, and pushed down on the plunger. I watched as all those chems filled his veins. I tossed away the needle and shoved my fist up his ass; no resistance. I spent an hour just fisting his cunt and edging my cock, watching the video the whole time. This boy was going to have diseases and I was pushing them further and further up his ass. By hour's end, I was shoulder deep. His hole was just right. I pushed my cock in, his ass so loose it provided no friction. Now I could spend hours fucking this dumb slut with no chance of cumming quick. It was like warm velvet surrounding my cock. I kept telling him my viral load. Kept telling him he was mine. I asked him if converting was what he wanted. He said no. I held up another slam, a rather big one. You could see the look of sheer hunger in his eyes. I said he couldn't have it until he begged me for my poz load. I had to believe it. I had to know he truly wanted me to taint his mind and body for ever. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and screamed "I WANT YOUR FUCKING POZ LOAD! GIVE ME MY HIT AND SHOOT THAT DEMON SEED IN ME!!!" I took that rig, gently put it in his arm, and pushed down on the plunger. I couldn't hold on myself any longer and I blew my load, him begging the whole time. Just to make sure I'd stay in him forever and my special seed didn't fun out, I grabbed his legs, lifted up and shoved my arm deep in his hole. He screamed in pain, but I didn't care. He was here for my pleasure. I dropped his legs and he told me he was thirsty. I took that gallon of chem piss, held his mouth open and poured it down his throat. He choked and passed out, it was too much. Fucking shame, but I got what I wanted. I dressed, took my video of his gangbang. I'd probably need to go to the doctor in a few days, but it was worth it. I wanted to keep up on my new convert, so I took out my phone and emailed the guy who set up my perfect birthday. I told him I wanted to pay off this fucker's debts and make him mine. I left, but as I did, I took him one last look and saw his gaping hole ooze. I felt satisfied this chem slut got what he deserved. By the time I got home, I had received and email with the specified amount to take him off his dealer's hands. I was reasonable so I paid off his drug debt. I made the stipulation though, that he was to be delivered upon a positive rapid test result. Told his dealer to have a little more fun with him in the mean time. Poor bastard had no clue. A month later, I heard a ring on my doorbell. I opened the door to find my little birthday cumdump, his eyes looking down at the ground. His clothes were dirty and he was visibly shaking. I grabbed him, pulled him in the door and slammed him against the wall and kissed him. From out of his pocket, he pulled a rapid test with a positive result. I smiled. I could see he was going through withdrawals. I asked him if he remembered me? He said he did, how could he forget the night we was converted. I got close to his ear and told him I paid for him a month ago, he was free, but I still let his dealer have his way with him. His eyes widened. "Yeah you fucker, I paid for you, but only wanted you when I had confirmation you were poz. I called my doctor friend and he's going to come over and test us to make sure I'm your father. In the mean time, let's take care of those shakes and relive that night." With that I pulled out a rig, stuck it in his arm, threw him to the ground, ripped off his pants and stuck my dick in dry. He screamed and I said "tell me fucker, who is your poz daddy you chem slut?" He remembered what to do and he said "You are daddy! It fucking hurts!" "You're God damn right you little bastard," as I blew my dirty load up his ass, "you're God damn right..."

Hey all- this is my first post, though I have been wanting to put something up here for a VERY LONG time- I am a 44 year-old, divorced man with 2 kids who has been fascinated with man-sex and even more drawn to the idea of being POZZED up by a hot older TOP- I have serious DADDY issues that I do not want to discuss here- but can someone tell me WHY a perfectly sane man who has barely had sex with men in the past 20 years would get an UN-controllable hard-on when I see the word P-O-Z of H-I-V in a guy's profile? How sick am I? And IF I'm not all that strange- how do I screw up the courage to do more than sneak around bookstores and look for anon cocks to suck?

Some backstory about me: I'm a slutty late 20s guy who's played it safe sexually for most of his life, but started taking loads and breeding guys about a year ago and can't stop This happened on Thursday night. I was in one of those moods where the only thing you can think about is cock, and you know you won't be able to function normally until you get your fix of cum in your ass. I hit up one of my more recent fuck buddies and luckily, he's in town and eager to oblige my need. His name is D, and he's this sexy Latino guy in his late 30s, 5'10", stocky frame, jet-black hair and tan skin, with a thick 7.5" cock that can cum multiple times in a session. He has a smoldering intensity that really brings out my sub side -- I always surprise myself by how desperately I beg for his load. We meet up at a park near our places and end up on some of the benches in the middle of some trees that provide the perfect amount of cover. I waste no time getting on my knees and doing my best to swallow his cock whole. It's been hot in LA this past week, and his crotch is a bit sweaty and kind of musky -- but the smell and taste turns me on and he knows it because he pulls me off his cock and rubs my face all over his hairy crotch and balls. He bends over me and starts playing with my ass, and before I know it I have my nose buried in his pubes and two of his fingers in my hole. He pulls me off again, turns me around, and makes me straddle the bench. We both still have all our clothes on at this point -- just our shorts pulled down far enough to allow us to fuck. He spits twice on my hole and starts shoving his fat cockhead into me. It hurts, but I like a little pain when I bottom and as he bottoms out in me it turns into that amazing feeling of fullness you get when a thick cock is stretching your hole wide open. He wraps his arms round my chest and starts pumping my ass with long, deep strokes. I have to support most of our weight with my arms on the bench, but it forces me to arch my back and gives him the leverage to really fuck the hell out of me. The entire time he has his face in my neck, and I can hear and feel his breath on me and it. The contrast between his hot, wet breath and the cool night air around us does something to me, and I begin pushing back on his cock to meet his thrusts, trying to get every inch of his cock buried deep inside me. After a few minutes of deep fucking he starts to get close, but we see a light bobbing up and down about 300 feet or so away, as if someone's walking with a flashlight or a cellphone light. I can tell he's freaking out because he stops fucking me and starts pulling out, but I clench on his cock and start begging him to give me his load, and he gives in because he starts fucking me again. After a dozen more pumps he slams his cock into my ass one last time and lowers his entire weight on me. I can't handle the weight anymore so I'm pinned between the bench and his cock, and I can feel his cock throbbing as he shoots his load in my ass. He lays on top of me unloading for a good 30 seconds, and I push my ass back as much as I can, trying to get every drop. We can't see the light anymore, but we still think it's a good idea to book it so he pulls out, slaps my ass, and we walk back to our cars. The street we both parked on is really dark, and my car has tints, so I decide to try to get a second load out of him. I lead him into my backseat and we start making out. He has his fingers in my hole again, but this time my ass is filled with his cum so they go in easier and deeper, and I think fingering my now-loose and sloppy hole turns him on because his dick is rock-hard again. I turn around and pull down my shorts again, laying across the backseat of my car. He mounts my ass and starts pounding away, same as before except this time my entire body is pressed into the seat and I can feel every inch of his body on top of mine. It's cramped and we kept the engine off, so no AC -- the windows start fogging up and we both start sweating buckets. It all just adds to the hotness of the encounter, though -- literally and figuratively. We both have our shirts off at this point and the feel of his smooth sweaty chest on my back feels fucking amazing. He begins moaning and picking up the pace, and he goes over the edge when I start begging him to breed me, telling him to own my ass and make me his bitch. He unloads in me again, but this time is verbal about it, cussing at me and letting me know he's cumming inside me. We lay there for about a minute catching our breath, but by then it starts getting unbearably hot in the car so he pulls out and puts his clothes back on and gets out of the car. I follow him out, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deep, and then we say our goodbyes after we make plans to see each other in a few weeks. As he drives off, I realize that even though I got two loads in my ass, I didn't feel like I'd had enough. I'm still craving cock, and I need to get more. Luckily, it's still early, and Slammer isn't too far away. I get in my car and start to drive. -- I ended up getting one more load in me that night at Slammer, from this hot, lanky white guy in his 40s with a massive cock and the biggest bush of pubes I've ever seen, but that'll be a story for another time.

I will be at Folsom this year for the first time in a while and am looking forward to taking loads. I will be staying at the Travelodge Market/Valencia which is convenient to much of the city and public transport. I will check out my local favorite haunts in SOMA: Folsom Gulch, 442 Natoma, etc. but would love to hear from other other bottoms about their favorite spots in SF for load collecting as well as from tops who want to swing by my hotel room and add to the mix. Message me here and I can give you my digits so you can easily and frequently drop by and drop a load.

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Got a message from my ex yesterday morning, asking when I was up for my next poz dose. I quickly replied and headed over. I only made it through the front door and closed it. He ripped my pants down, planted his toxic poz cock deep into my hole without any lube and proceeded to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes he growled into my ear "take my toxic pox load" and then I felt that familiar sensation as he flooded my neg ass with his toxic load. I went home, my neg boyfriend, who has no idea I'm chasing, told me to go wash, I knew I was full of toxic cum. I quickly rinsed and presented my ass for it's next load. He too fucked my ass and left his neg load behind to mix with the nasty load already in there. The thought of him getting pozzed up by the toxic load in my ass makes me so horny

i got pozzed at a xxlleatherparty in 2006 after 20+ years of barebacking

I need to pick up the pace as we head into fall. I’m at 133 loads from 83 cocks, 34 of those being gloryhole or understall breeding. Want to get to 200 loads and/or 100 cocks.

Part 13 - Goodbye and Hello Steve arrived to lunch dressed in his uniform, today may have been the last day of their holiday but he had offered to roster himself for the flight back to London. If you got to fly may as well make some money he told them over lunch, they were sat inside in the cool of the air-conditioning so he wouldn't get sweaty in the humid heat. The kids were playing in the pool with Jordan and Kit whilst Daniel, Nicky, Steve and Callum chatted inside whilst the clock quickly ticked away the minutes. Before they knew it Anderson arrived informing them the limo was waiting outside the Orchid Wing entrance. Daniel looked over at Jordan and asked if he minded him going to the airport to see them off, Jordan kissed him on the head replying that it would be a lovely gesture to do that. It was quite a big gathering at the entrance, Nicky and Kit told the boys to keep in touch at least once a week through the messaging group hugging and kissing them good bye, even their children gave them both a hug. Jordan stood by the limo holding hands with Daniel as the driver loaded the cases, Callum came over first and flung his arms around Jordan proclaiming how much he would miss him and Daniel. Steve handed over his flight bag to the driver and walked around to Jordan who gave him a hug and kiss telling him not to be a stranger. Nicky halted proceedings 'wait group photo', the driver obliged and took a picture of the group of eight, Nicky looked at the photo and said she would send them all a copy. Steve climbed in to the limo, Callum got in and took the middle seat, Daniel gave Jordan another kiss and got in besides Callum. It was fair to say that as the limo pulled out it was like a scene from a movie as everyone waved to the limo as it circled the courtyard and down the main driveway. The five of them headed back to the suite, the children grabbed Jordan and Kit by the hand dragging them back to the pool, Nicky telling the children that they could have half an hour then it was down the beach and looked over at Jordan. "Do you mind Jordan?" she asked him. Jordan laughed "Not at all Nicky anyway should help pass the time until my father arrives, he should be here at 4pm". It was a usual busy afternoon at Grantley Adams airport, well busy for Barbados, there were four flights heading back to the UK. Passengers already checking-in for the flights so the curb side was all hustle and bustle. The Salinger limo turned in to the VIP and Crew lane, in front was a group of cabin crew exiting from the Hilton bus all gathering at the curb side in the same coloured uniforms that Steve was wearing. It was 3.30pm the allotted time for the crew to meet before pre-flight briefing. The captain looked at the Salinger limo pulling up and stopping behind the bus, his distraction caused other crew members to look and see who was in the limo. The driver exited and opened the passenger door, Daniel exited followed by Callum two of the crew recognised him and immediately called out his name, he looked over and waved. Steve finally got out and the captain wondered over. "Steve great to see you, I didn't realise senior cabin crew earned that much" pointing to the Salinger logo. Steve hadn't bargained on this happening "Afternoon captain, trust me it doesn't". Daniel moved in "Hello, Steve are you not going to introduce me properly" he winked at Steve. "Oh yes, err captain, umm Mark this is our friend Daniel Salinger of Salinger hotels" he said rather nervously. Mark looked lost for words "Oh right, hello Daniel" shaking his hand. If ever there was a stumping there it was, some of the other crew had come over and were saying hello and Steve and Callum when a familiar voice interrupted them. "Well this is cosy, didn't expect you to be here to greet me" Lucy walked over and kissed her son. Daniel hugged her "Captain or Mark, this is my mother Lucy Salinger, owner of Salinger Hotel Group". Stumping the captain again was beginning to be a new hobby and Daniel could see the sniggering Steve was doing behind them. Some of the crew were heading off to the briefing room which was starting at 4pm, Daniel called Steve and Callum over and out of earshot of everyone else he introduced them to his mother. Lucy took an immediate shine to them both mostly driven through how happy her son was genuinely looking. Daniel gave them both a big hug and a kiss and watched as they went through security. "How are you Danny?" Lucy looked at her son. Daniel smiled "Fantastic mother feel like a new chapter in life, new friends and lover". "Never seen you look so happy Danny" Lucy put her arm around his shoulder "How did you meet these two?". Daniel looked over at security "They both really looked after me when I flew out here". "Good and I hope you looked after them, come one lets go" they turned and looked at the 3 limos. Just then two gentlemen walked towards them with one of the limo driver's, it suddenly dawned on Daniel they must be Jordan's father and partner. Lucy turned and smiled. "Mr Levin, how lovely to see you after all these years" she walked towards the two men. Patrick smiled "Lucy Salinger what a surprise to see you here, please call me Patrick" as they shook hands. "This is my son Daniel" she said introducing him to the gentleman. He shook Daniel's hand "Wow haven't seen you for some 15 years Daniel". Daniel looked at him "I kind of remember you" this was really weird he thought to himself looking at the other man. Patrick laughed "Probably had my wife with me then. This is my husband Lee, Lucy owns the hotel and her son Daniel" They shook hands "So Patrick is this a quick or long visit?" Lucy asked. "Weekend break to see how my son is doing, I sent him here to get over some personal things" he slightly hesitated. Lucy smiled at them both "I hope Salinger has done it's work". Patrick chuckled "The last message I got yesterday seemed to indicate he didn't want to leave". Daniel spoke for the first time "Really?". "Yes, in fact I think you met once you must have been about 6 and he was 10" Patrick gave his bag to the limo driver. Daniel looked a little mortified "I guess he is a little different now then". Patrick and Lee laughed "Oh yes, Jordan is now a strapping 30 year old with tattoos". Lucy looked at Daniel who was already looking at her. They both looked at Patrick whose looked changed to one of seriousness and concern. "What is it?" he asked urgently. Lucy held Daniel's arm "Nothing serious, I think Daniel should tell you". He looked at his mother "Right now?". Patrick glanced in turned at both of them "What is going on, one of you tell us please?". "Lets get to the hotel and meet for drinks in my suite and bring Jordan along" she smiled and shook his hand. Daniel and Lucy got in to their limo. Patrick just looked at Lee with a look of what the hell was that about on his face. Lee saw straight through Daniel right away and realised what was going on but decided not to say anything to Patrick, this would be for Jordan to say. They got in the limo and headed to the hotel, Patrick spent most of the journey slightly on edge as he wasn't one for surprises. Lucy was on the phone to Sofie who had located Patrick Levin's booking and upgraded it to the Orchid Wing, Lucy asked if it was pay on arrival and then told Sofie to comp the booking completely. She patted Daniel's knee. "It's a very strange world Danny" she said looking somewhat amused. Daniel looked at her "Strange is not the word, do you believe in fate mother?". Lucy laughed "Time to come out of the clouds Danny and back to earth" the limo pulled in to the Orchid wing courtyard. Sofie came out to greet them and told Daniel that Jordan was in the suite getting changed, Lucy instructed Daniel to keep him there as she will bring Patrick and Lee and also ask Anderson to set afternoon tea for 5 of them. Daniel headed off to the suite and Lucy explained the strange events at the airport with Patrick and Lee. Sofie stood shaking her head muttering the words unbelievable but so good, she ran through the dinners that Daniel and Jordan had with the Nicky, Kit and the two lads, her summary was to the point 'I think they are perfect for each other' she finished off. Lucy was pretty happy at what she heard, they continued chatting whilst they walked towards Orchid Salinger 2 next door to Daniel and Jordan's suite. The text message arrived moments before it was due to sweep in to the driveway of the hotel, the driver acknowledge it. This was Lee's thirds visit to the retreat and was as excited as Patrick to be back, the limo slowed down as it approached the opening gates. Halfway up the approach the driver veered off to the right, Patrick reminded the driver they were in the Salinger Wing, he looked in the rear view mirror and said he had received a message that the booking was upgraded to the Orchid Wing as the limo came to a stop at the entrance. Normal courtesy prevailed with the bell boys extracting the luggage and the receptionist on the front steps to greet the guests and escort them to the suite. Patrick and Lee had never been this side of the hotel, Lee had a grin on his face looking around the luxury hideaway, through the lounge area they passed and in to the accommodation wing coming to a stop outside Orchid 7. The receptionist opened the suite and the butler came out of the pantry with two glasses of champagne. Patrick looked at the receptionist "Are you sure this is right, we only booked standard room?". She smiled "Yes sir Mr Levin, we have upgraded and your stay here and you bill has already been settled". She handed the key card to Patrick and Lee and wished them a happy stay. The butler instructed the bell boys to unpack the cases before returning to the lounge and informing his guests to join Lucy Salinger for afternoon tea in 10 minutes at Salinger Orchid 1 suite. Anderson was setting up afternoon tea on the veranda, Jordan and Daniel sat on the sofa outside with Daniel filling him in on what happened at the airport. Lucy arrived and joined them outside, without hesitation she gave Jordan a kiss on the cheek just as the doorbell rang, she told Anderson to finish setting tea and she would get the door. "Patrick, Lee welcome do come in" she ushered them in and closed the door. Lee looked around as he entered "Wow, such a lovely suite Lucy, oh and thank". Lucy walked through the lounge "Your welcome. Jordan is out on the veranda". Patrick still wondered what was going on "Yes thank you Lucy but why is Jordan here though?". "Well I think they should tell you" she pointed to Jordan with his arm around Daniel. Patrick looked at Lucy "Do you mean our boys are errm... dating?" he looked a little shocked. Lucy stopped and turned "Strange turn of events Patrick but yes they are". Jordan saw his father and Lee walking out on to the veranda and got up to greet them, Daniel walked up behind Jordan and said hello. Lucy looked on diligently and sensed that Patrick was a little more cautious than Lee, strange she thought, he is reacting exactly how she had done when first confronted by this revelation. She called out for them to sit and join her at the table, the chorus of chairs being moved hit the air as everyone took their seats. There was a good amount of looking going on between all of them, Lucy poured tea for everyone. Patrick saw how much his son had changed in a week, Lee was already engaging Jordan and Daniel in casual conversation as Patrick and Lucy chatted away. Patrick and Lee announced their departure as they wanted to have a swim before the sun set, he also asked Jordan to walk them back to their suite as the three of them left. Jordan seized the moment when the door closed behind them "Is something wrong?". "No, well nothing bad. I just hadn't figured you would jump straight in again" Patrick looked at Jordan. Lee unlocked the suite door "You make a nice couple" glancing back as he went through the door. "Thank you Lee but that is not helping" Patrick walked in to the lounge area. Jordan raised his head "I can't explain how or why it just happened". Lee put his arm around Patrick "Your father is being cautious, I can understand why but you do look happier". "Do I know what I am doing?, hell no. You think you have a type in mind then bam" Jordan sat on the sofa. Patrick laughed "Have to admit Daniel has turned in to something of a stunner". Jordan got up and hugged his father "I know this one feels different". "Okay okay, you have convinced me" Patrick knew his son well enough not to argue the point. Happy with that to be going on with, he explained that Lucy wanted them all to have dinner this evening in her suite. Lee made a joke that they may be able to get discount when they wanted a break in Barbados. Jordan spent an hour catching up and left them at 6pm reminding them dinner was at 7.30pm. Daniel waited for Jordan's return in anticipation, he had to know what Patrick had to say about them. Jordan kissed him as he returned telling him his father was pretty laid back about it. Daniel sat on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in lost in his own thoughts, Jordan sat down next to him and put his arm around Daniel. The touch still sent a wild loving feeling through his body, in face every time Jordan was near him he felt comfort and love. "You look worlds away Danny" he said kissing his neck. Daniel pushed up closer "I miss Steve and Callum strangely, sort of got use to them being around". Jordan chuckled "Yeah I know how you feel, it is definitely quieter". Daniel gave Jordan a loving kiss "Come on sexy we better get ready for dinner".

"No amount of money can replace your parents!" Alex said pulling his tank top over his head. "This makes us even!" As the elevator doors opened, Blackie used his smart phone to unlock the door and ushered Alex inside. Looking around, Alex was amazed at the size of the penthouse, the plush leather sofas, chrome and glass tables, floor to ceiling windows showing a magnificent view of the city. Mindful of Blackie's rule, he kicked off his flipflops and stepped out of his shorts, freeing his throbbing 7" cock. One look at Blackie in his nude glory and Alex could see he hadn't been kidding about his piercings. There was a huge Prince Albert on the head of his pulsating 9" cock, bars were all around his thick shaft and his plum sized balls were all but obscured by scrotal piercings. "I'm gonna love feeling your beautiful pierced cock fucking my ass, not to mention those pierced nuts banging against my buttcheeks!" With a wicked grin and arched eyebrows, Blackie exclaimed, "Oh, you're gonna feel it! I've been with my share of hairy men, but none as hairy as you! That backfur turns me on! Grab a seat on a sofa and I'll get us something cool to drink! Your choice,Gatorade if you want some G or beer?" There was no need for Alex to think twice. "Make it beer! G is all well and good, but beer goes down better the second time, recycled and from the tap! No need for you to worry, I always swallow every drop!" "Beer it is! Your shirt was a dead giveaway and I'm hoping you'll feed me your piss too!" Blackie said, heading to the kitchen. Alex took a seat on the sofa and noticing a stack of cork coasters on the coffee table, he placed 2 of them, side by side in front of him. There was the sound of 2 bottles being opened and seconds later, Blackie returned, handing Alex a beer and sitting next to him. "Here's to beer, fresh and recycled!" He said as they clinked bottles and took a swig. Cool and refreshing as the beer was, Alex was more excited to drink Blackie's piss. One of the advantages of a PA was being able to use it like a spigot to adjust the flow. Blackie stretched his arms across the back of the sofa, causing Alex to see it as a clear invitation. "Blackie, those pits are begging to be sniffed and licked! I hope you ain't ticklish there!"

Rising from the bench, Alex turned around and pulled the back of his shorts down long enough for Blackie to see what's available. "Hairy and from what I've been told, hot, tight and quite fuckable!" He said. "I'm a versatile pig, so yeah, I'll fuck you! Tell me that you like to kiss and I'm yours, Blackie, my new friend!" "I love to kiss, so Alex, my new friend, you're mine and I'm yours!" Blackie said, grabbing Alex's neck and pulling his face down. Alex parted his lips, giving Blackie's tongue full access. They kissed passionately, as only 2 men can kiss, with Blackie squeezing Alex's butt through his shorts and Alex playing with Blackie's pierced nipples. Minutes later, Blackie gave Alex's tongue access to his mouth and they continued swapping spit. Out of breath, Blackie pulled back. "Damn, your mouth was made for kissing! Let's head to my place!" As they walked toward the exit of the park, Alex said, "My mouth was made for much more than kissing and I hope you'll give me the chance to show you! Blackie, at the risk of prying, are you single? Surely, a guy as sexy as you can have his pick of men!" "No, you're not prying." Blackie replied. "I'm single because I'm incapable of being monogamous! Soon after I came out, I tried the boyfriend thing but I quickly realized it wasn't for me! Believe me, I'm happier having fuckbuds and friends with benefits! That's where I live!" He said pointing to a high rise building a half block away. "What about you, single?" "Too slutty for monogamy!" Alex said, shamelessly. "I had a strictly sexual fling with my 1st man for a few weeks before he told me it was time to try my wings. My way of doing that was to hit the baths! As you can imagine, I was like a kid in a candy shop and it quickly became apparent that dating wasn't an option! Like the old song goes, so many men, so little time!" When they reached their destination, Alex noticed a sign outside that read Wonderland Tower. It was a glass building, taller than any other in the vicinity. As they entered the building, Blackie punched a code in the keypad and the doors slid open. In the elevator, Blackie pressed the 'PH' button, for the penthouse on the 45th floor. "Blackie, you're obviously a wealthy man!" "Yeah, but the money just lets me enjoy life." Blackie said with a sigh. "My parents were both highly respected doctors, native Nigerians, but I was born here. Mom was what they politely call a little person and Dad was normal height which explains my short stature. They were on their way to a medical conference when their plane crashed. I'll never have to work, but I'd rather have my parents. By the way, anyone coming into my place needs to be naked as soon as they enter. I'm a strict nudist!"

I’m new to the poz club, yesterday they said my viral load was just over a million, but my CD4 was good. Reading this thread I don’t wanna take the first dose of meds now. They said my viral load will drop because I tested straight after having the fuck flu. Right now I’d rather take more poz loads up my hole than taking tablets.

Chapter 22 I got up on the Tuesday morning and organised my travel bag for NY, I didn’t really know what to bring with me. I had packed a few essentials, fresh underwear, jeans and a couple of shirts. I wore my suit to travel in to avoid it getting crushed in my bag. I arrived in NY just before 10am, I got the subway up past midtown to my hotel, near central park. It was one of the old classic hotel buildings in the city. When I was checking in with the details my company had made I found out I had a suite. The room was split into 3, a sitting room with a TV, a dining table and a mini bar, through double doors into the bed room with en suite. I had never stayed in such a fancy room before. I had a quite look around, dumped my stuff and headed to the NY office for the first of an afternoon of meetings. I got to the building about 30 minutes before the first meeting, giving me time to meet the CEO and go over what bids and proposals we would discuss. I had never met the CEO before, from what I heard around the office is that he is a charismatic guy but someone you don’t want to get on the wrong side of. I made sure to keep my wits about me. I sat waiting in one of the conference rooms, I’d lay out the proposals and all the information that was relevant to the meeting, the table had a fresh jug of water in the middle. I’d made sure there was tea and coffee and some mint biscuits if the meeting started to go on. About 10 minutes before the meeting was scheduled the CEO, Mr Black walked into the room. He was in his late 40’s, about 6ft, with a muscle build, he looked like a runner. His hair was silver and swept to the side in a professional style, and he wore a well fitted black pinstripe suit with an expensive crisp white shirt, but no tie. He was stylish yet not too uptight looking, he had a familiar quality to him; “Mr Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said standing and reaching my hand out to shake his. “Please, call me Stew. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you John.” He sat and began to look through the paper work I had lay out on the table. We briefly discussed the proposal bid and went over our line of presentation and how I was there to fill in the information and numbers when needed. Stew started to pour out some water into the glasses, there was a knock on the door and an assistant introduced the investors, I went over to greet them as they entered, introducing Stew, as Mr Black to each of them, however each time he corrected me and invited them to call him Stew. We all sat and began to go through the meeting, after a while Stew had passed me my second glass of water and I realised the Jug was finished. I eventually offered to make Tea or Coffee if everyone wanted to take 5 minutes. We made our way through the rest of the afternoon and about 2 pots of coffee by the time we decided to call it a day for the meeting and pick up where we left off the following morning. Once we had tidied everything up in the conference room, myself and Stew were heading towards the elevators. “I want you take another look at a couple of these files again tonight, I want to make sure we’re prepared for tomorrow. I’ve some things I need to look into here, I’ll see you in the morning.” Stew headed off down the corridor before I had the chance to say anything. I headed back to my hotel and ordered room service, I had a lot to look over. After sitting for a few hours I headed for a piss and suddenly remembered I still had this cage on my cock. Shit, I forgot. I’d been so wrapped in work I forgot about going to a sex shop to find a way out of this. I quickly grabbed my phone and found a shop that was open till midnight. I threw on jeans and a top and headed out the door. I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb in my suit. I got the subway downtown and within 20minutes I was making my way through the door. The shop was dimly light and the walls were dark with shelves filled with toy’s and fetish gear. There was a section for most things, Lube, toy’s, jockstraps, novelty gifts, clothing, rubber, leather. It was a big selection, I eventually found the chastity devices, there weren’t many but I seen the one that looked like mine, I studied the boxes and hoped I’d found a match. I had a bit more of a browse and then headed to the counter. The attendant was maybe mid-30’s, clean cut looking but had a silver necklace around his neck with a biohazard on it. He wasn’t as innocent as he looked, I thought. He took the box and scanned it, he was packing it into a brown bag when he stopped and looked at me. “These are a top seller, they’re the best in the market. Each one is unique.” I must have given him a wide-eyed look “You know each one of these comes with a different key?” He looked at me intently, he must have guessed I didn’t have a sub guy waiting for me to lock his cock up. “Oh, right. Good, great” I stammered, trying to act casual. “Listen, whoever put it on you will eventually take it off, save yourself the hassle and the 50 bucks and go with the flow. Or if you really can’t wait the ER are used to removing them by now. Just the awkward looks you’d probably rather avoid” “I, erm. The thing is, I’ve not heard anything from the guy who put it on me and I’m scared he might never take it off.” The guys face softened and he looked sympathetic. “Listen, give it a couple of weeks, if you don’t hear from the guy pop back in and see me and i’ll see if I can help out.” I didn’t tell him I was from out of town, I just smiled and thanked him. “Here if you’re struggling to get off while locked up. I have a suggestion.” I looked at him and for the first time really thought about being horny, what could I do? My sex drive had been pretty much destroyed after everything that had happened to me, but I really hadn’t thought what would happen when it crept back. As I was lost in thought the guy was packing stuff into the brown bag, “…so to recap; lube, poppers and a dildo, work your ass until your orgasm come from your ass. It’s intense but will help stave off the horn for a while. Oh and if that doesn’t work theres always a fat cock, sometimes you can’t beat the real thing.” I must have looked vacant, “Here, I’ve only charged you for the chastity device, the rest is on me” He smiled and swiped my now produced credit card. Luckily my brain kicked in quickly enough to check it wasn’t the company card! That could have been a big mistake. I left the shop and made my way back to the subway, it was a little after 10 and the bars were beginning to pick up. I found myself staring at the crotches of the men I was walking past. I could feel a heat rising from my balls. I felt uncomfortably horny, unable to get hard and feeling the pain of my ever eager cock against the cage. The subway was busy but I managed to find a seat, at the first stop the carriage started to fill up, by the second stop it was full. As people shuffled together to try make space I found my seated position was perfect level with the cyclist in front of me’s crotch. I could see the outline of his cock head and I found my mouth water. I’d broke out in a sweat and felt my pulse beginning to race. My stop arrived and I found myself casually touching the mans hip as I made my way through the crowd of people standing. I nearly let out a noise at the jolt to my cock at it’s reaction to me touching the man. I got back to my hotel room and took the box out of the brown bag and started to take it apart looking for instructions, It was a single sheet of paper with a basic diagram, showing how to put on the cage and how to secure it. There was an asterisk next to the word ‘key’. I turned over the page and found the tiny print. ‘ *If key lost, seek medical assistance ’ That was the only advice. I stripped off and studied the cage I had on and soon discovered the lock on mine was completely different to the one in the box. It had been swapped. i couldn’t even make an attempt to figure out the mechanism. I lay back in bed and again felt the rush of heat from my balls, I was horny at the prospect of having an orgasm. I eventually got up and gave into temptation. I had a long shower and thoroughly cleaned myself out. I emptied the lube, poppers and the 10in dildo from the brown bag. I found some generic porn on my phone and started to play with my ass, I took a hit of the popper and felt the warm rush to my cheeks. After about 5 minutes or so I had half the dildo in my ass and was really getting into fucking myself. I kept huffing on the poppers until the dildo was buried 10inches deep into me. I could feel my heart beat pounding in my ears and my ass was twitching at the pounding I was now giving it. I started to hear voices from last week flashback to me; “Rape the boy.” “Tear up his hole” “Breed that ass” “Want more cum boy?” “Tom you’re one lucky son of a bitch” I snapped back to reality with a jolt. My sex drive instantly gone. I pulled the dildo from my ass and thew it, the poppers and the lube back into the brown bag. I set my alarms and headed to sleep, trying to block anymore flashbacks from my mind. I’d scared myself when I remembered all the voices that had been around me, but what frightened me most wasn’t what they said but that it made me feel more horny…

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

PART 4 ”You have my cock so hard Chris. Such an eager little cocksucker. Yeah, lick that precum. It’s all for you sexy boy,” Tom murmurred encouragingly. Maybe a few times the thought 'Oh, fuck, this guy is my neighbor' crosed my mind, but I certainly didn't dwell on any issues: it was all happening very, vast, fast, an besides, indisputably, I loved being on my knees, worshiping his beautiful man cock. It had such a perfect mushroom head, full and pronounced. It felt perfect inside my mouth, resting on my tongue. And that long thick veiny shaft, with just the slightest barely there upward curve felt like hot steel. His massive balls that I couldn’t quite fit into my mouth in a nice tight sack. I just wanted it more and more. I was losing control. Trying to suck it all into my throat and gagging. Finally, Tom pulled me off his cock. I looked up worried I wasn’t pleasing him. I think he sensed my concern and reassured me saying "That feels almost too good sexy boy, and we are just getting started. I’m not ready to let you make me cum yet. Right now I need to more of you. Get up and go over to and stand facing the desk and spread your legs a little. God, that ass is so beautiful. Such a perfect boy butt. Now, bend over and grab the desk. I just want to see what it looks... oh what an amazing hole. You have the most perfect asshole, Chris.” This entire time I was following orders, and apparently I enjoyed my role as my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Yeah, I loved hearing how much he liked me. A super hot man with a huge cock thought I was sexy and had a great ass. Breaking me out of my thoughts, he spoke again, “ Chris, what’s on your mind? Is there something else you want to try now maybe?” I was a little shy, but it felt safe to admit to Tom "That thing you said where you licked a guys butt. Is that... did you want to maybe try that with me?” I've gotta admit, even horny out of my mind, I was blushing. Fortunately Tom was very, very smooth: “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss and lick your boy hole, Chris. Here come over and lie on the bed and pull your knees up. Yeah like that, so I can see that little hole. It’s so pretty. I swear it’s like it’s asking me to play with it and make it feel good. Do you want that Chris, to have me make your boy hole feel good?” Laying on the edge of the bed, my knees pulled up, practically able to feel his breath on my hole, I lost and begged a little for the first time. “Please, Tom, do it. I never wanted to have somebody play with my butt like this before. Please do it. Anything. Your tongue or your fingers even.” His reply was short, “I won’t make you wait. I can see you need it.” And with that he moved in, inhaling the scent of my crack and then slowly teasing my hole. The electric shock of pleasure made me buck. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. He was an artist with his mouth and had me squirming and writhing and barely able to breathe. It felt so good. And then when he pushed his tongue and tried to fuck me with it, I just melted completely. “Oh god oh god that feels so good. It feels so fucking good!” I blurted. And then he stopped. His attentions to my ass were a whole new realm of experience, such that I had no idea even existed. I wanted more, most definitely, but was also aware the pleasure Tom was eliciting from my ass took precidence even over my cock. I desperately wanted to experience more of the pleasure he had been giving my young asshole. I needed to feel more. “That hole - damn," Tom remarked, adding "I could eat that asshole every day. Nothing is better than a hot eager boyhole.” I was so happy. He had loved doing it, and apparently wanted to do it every day. I had pleased him. Now he continued, “Look at my cock Chris. Look it’s even harder now. All because of your hole. Your little hole makes me this hard. I really want to try something with you. I think you will really like it. I love it and guys who love having their butts eaten seem to just really LOVE it.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a small brown bottle which he offered to me saying "These are called poppers. Have you heard of them?” I just shook my head. He continued explaining "You just sniff it and it’s totally harmless but it just... well I promise you, you will really love it. It will make you even hornier than you are now.” He unscrewed the cap and out the bottle to his nose and held one nostril shut and took a deep breath of the poppers and held it. “See, it’s super safe but.... oh man, fuck yeahhhh,” he moaned as he slowly stroked his giant dick. Handing the bottle to me, Tom provided instructions saying "One more time, one nostril at a time and hold it in. Hold on one sec Chris. I want to watch you take your first sniffs. And I want to just get some of this on me.” He had pulled out some lube and was stroking it onto his cock. He then took a blob and rubbed it onto my hole. I said nothing but definitely noticed that a guy had just put lube on my butt. I wondered if Tom wanted to fuck me. Before I had a chance to think Tom instructed "Okay, Chris, here use that pillow for your neck. Yeah, like that. Now lift those legs up so I can see your hole. Now take two breaths in each nostril just when I tell you to, okay?” I nodded, so horned up and so out of control already with lust. And then he spoke,”Take a nice deep breath and hold it. Okay, again. Now other side deep breath. Hold it. One more time. Hold it.”

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

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

Sorry for the delay in the story. Busy over the past month with all the festivities, hoping to get more time to write. Let me know what you guys think! Part 18 My whole body began to feel numb, and I could feel my cock straining against its cage. I was incredibly horny now and wanted nothing but to get fucked. I felt sick as a dog but was craving cock in my ass. It wasn’t long before I felt the cold metal of a PA against my hole, in one hard thrust it was buried in my now cum filled hole. It wasn’t as big as my Daddy’s cock but it felt comfortable to have someone inside me. I heard Tom’s voice giving instructions. “Time has started 4minutes 20 seconds. Breed the boy” The cock swelled up and I could tell the top was close to cumming, he used the swing to build up momentum and pace. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into me with brutal force. I could feel my sweat filling the rubber suit I was in. I didn’t know whether to pass out, throw up or moan for more. My whole body was in an uncertain ecstasy. “FUCK, here it is bitch” The top slammed into me one last time and I felt his cock pulse its venom deep into me, adding to my Daddy’s load. He unceremoniously pulled out from my ass and I could feel cum sliding down my crack. “Fresh lube, nice” Another guy had assumed his position and began to work the previous loads into my hole, with his cock. He had a PA and was thicker than he was long. The mask over my face filled with fresh smoke. I coughed hard, making my ass tighten around the tops cock. He’d barely thrust into me a few times when I felt him breed my guts. The routine continued for what felt like an hour, I lost count of the loads in my ass, I was completely baked and couldn’t imagine lasting much longer. Most of the guys came before the time ran out, those that didn’t I assume had another go or dumped their load in a jar Tom had mentioned. The mask was removed from my face and fresh air over-whelmed me! The room was spinning and I knew my fever must have been high, I felt like I was swimming in my rubber suit. I was lifted by Tom from the sling, I clung on to him like a child. Gripping his toned naked body he softly lowered me on to the bed, I didn’t want to let go. “He’s really burning up Tom” I heard Brian whisper “My boy can handle it, he’s tough and doing a good job so far” “Tom there’s got to be about 40 guys waiting in your living room. I don’t think you can put him through another round.” It sounded like a stand off between the two of them, I lay there beneath them, hoping to feel Tom’s body against mine again. I found myself reaching for him and without thinking I muffled out a few words. “Yes Daddy, more” I must have completely lost my sense of reality, between the poppers and the weed I mustn’t have been thinking clearly. Was I really trying to prove my worth to Tom, to make him proud. “See Brian, my boy wants more. We can’t argue with that. Now let’s get him ready for the next round. Give him a good hit, I want him flying for this. The guys won’t be gentle” I could feel the rubber suit being pulled up over my arm and a sharp scratch at the nook of my elbow. Brian was slamming me. I’d never done hard drugs and tried to resist. I felt hard slap against my ass. “Do as you’re told boy! You’re going to need to be out of your mind for this round, I’m trying to make it easier for you.” “Thank you Daddy” was all I managed to muffle out before I felt the rush through my body, it was an experience I’d never felt. It was electricity, I’d never felt more connected in my life. Everything seemed more powerful, every taste, every sound. I’d never been more horny. I wanted my ass filled and used! What had this done to me? I lay there as I heard the sound of more men coming into the room, there were comments made and groans of excitement, then Tom spoke; “Right gents, round two. Double stuffed”

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

I was about 25 years old and I hooked up with a guy on one of those phone lines. He was in my neighborhood and I wanted to get fucked. The guy came over and was a skater looking dude. Nice 9" inch dick. I start sucking on his cock and he goes to turn me over to fuck me and I ask if he has a rubber. H says G's, but didnt seem to happy about it. (I had never been fucked without one at that point. He came and on his way out said we shoukd get together again that following Sat, totally into and made the plans. Sat arrives and he comes over and asks if I have ever partied. Up till then, I'd done coke with friends out and smoked weed, but that we it. He said I want you to try this stuff I have called Tina. I was so into him I was lik ok, sure. He cut me two lines and he two lines and snorted it. Wow...my head was burning and within minutes I just had the urge to guzzle down on his dick. While I was doing that he was playing with my hole and he put a big shard inside and my ass was on fire, he told me he wanted to fuck me right now but without a condom....I hesitated a moment and I told him, fuck ya go ahead, just don't come inside.....that fucker stuck his raw dick in my hole and it felt amazing. By the time he was about to shoot he grabbed onto my thigh and said get ready I'm gonna blast you right now......and he fucking breed my sloppy and once I had that in there....there was no going back, Tina and sex have going hand in hand for me. Nothing like it, woof,

Back in high school my best friend and I had been fucking for awhile. One night after a foot ball game, I ended up staying the night with him. Typical weekend fun. We drove around drinking some low alcohol beer, then snuck into his room where we commenced our usual fuck session. As my buddy has a huge, nine or nine and a half inch cock, which is thick and uncut, I let him fuck me first, so I wouldn't lose my horniness. At that age I didn't know there were tops, bottoms and versatile guys. I just thought I had to let him fuck me if I wanted to fuck him. However, as a consequence of playing with him I eventually learned I was definitely a top, and remained so from college on through today. But back to this night, he was overly aggressive, he had my face pushed down into a pillow and was ramming his cock in and out of my hole incredibly hard. It hurt so bad, that each time he pulled out I found myself hoping he would miss the mark when trying to ram it back in. Thankfully, he missed several times and so I was, in some measure, spared at least some of the pain associated with being brutally rammed balls-deep by such a huge cock. We had the radio on and were in basement, and knew his grandma was sound asleep two stories above, so we were being as loud as we wanted to be. Finally he came. Afterwards I fucked him as hard as I could - if only for revenge. Truthfully I was kinda pissed he had pounded me so hard. The next morning, his grandma was at church and he had just left for work. I took a shower and was going to lock up when I left. I got out of the shower and went into the basement to get dressed. Standing naked in the basement bedroom, pulling my clothing together, I heard a discreet cough. It was his older brother, a football player who was one grade above us. He was standing shirtless near the bench press in the dark corner taking a break from his workout, which is why I hadn't registered his presence. I grabbed my underwear to cover my cock saying "Sorry. I didn't know you'd be here." "It's fine," he replied, adding "I actually got in late last night quite late, after the football guys went out drinking. I decided to crash at my grandmother's house rather than run the risk of being questioned by my parents." I gave a neutral reply saying "Oh, cool. Let me get dressed and I'll head out," pausing for a minute for him to leave, but he didn't move. Instead he commented "You know when I snuck in last night I heard a lot of noises and thought my brother was fucking his girlfriend, so I tip-toed down the stairs and saw him pounding the shit out of your ass. You gotta be sore from taking such a big dick." I was scared shitless at this point. No one was really 'out' back then, and if you were gay in small town you certainly wanted to do everything you could to keep it a secret. I just stared at him and stammered "Please don't tell anyone. I don't let him do it very often. I was just drunk, he usually just lets me fuck him to get off." Approaching me he responded "Don't worry man, I'm not telling anyone. But you really took a beating up that ass." He grabbed the underwear I was holding in front of myself, tossed them aside, suggesting "Lay back on the bed so I can make sure you're not bleeding," guiding me back onto the mattress. By the time he sat me down I was already hard. I tried to hide it, but he pulled my hands away murmuring "Don't worry, man, no big deal. Just lean back and lift up your legs so I can see your butthole and make sure it's okay." I just kindof mumbled,"okay," not knowing what to do. He was a few inches taller than was I, and some fifty pounds heavier with nothing but football muscle on his frame, so I complied when he said "Grab your legs and pull them up and hold them steady." Once I was in position, he crouched down at the level of my butt where he appeared to be visually examining my hole. Then he began ever so delicately sliding his fingers up and down my ass crack, his thumb occasionally seeking out and massaging my hole. Naturally all the while I was super hard, thoroughly turned-on by the thought of taking orders from a straight football jock with multiple girlfriends, who was now handling my naked little body as if it were a common every day thing. "Man, your hole is a little red. I better put something on it. Stay right there," he ordered as he stepped into the bathroom, returning immediately with some vaseline. I was still holding my legs up in the air when he got on his knees and started to look at my hole closer. I could feel his breath on my hole now and I was so hard I thought my cock was going to pop off. "Yeah, it's really red," he reiterated as his thumb again began exploring my hole. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "No," I whispered. This was a type of naked sexual thing I had never experienced and I my mind was racing, but before my head could explode my attention was diverted by an incredibly pleasurable sensation centered on my ass. Looking down, I saw his eyes on mine even as his tongue was buried in my hole. Now, my best friend and I had only sucked and fucked. We hadn't explored anything outside of the that two course sex menu, so a tongue-licking and a general massage of my asshole was an indescribable feeling. I involuntarily moaned like a girl. I couldn't help it. It was absolutely fuckin' amazing - and it was an utterly unexpected experience. He continued licking and laving my hole. I found myself closing my eyes and drifting off to a land of bliss, but when I occasionally opened my eyes to check out the tongue in my hole, each time I found his eyes were fixated on mine. I could also see he was stroking his cock - and fast, although given his position all I could actually see was a glimpse of his cock head, - and, of course, his hand shuttling to and fro. After several minutes he paused, stood, and presented himself to me: to my amazement his cock was quite like that of his younger brother, except signicantly bigger. His cock was at least ten inches, and had the circumference of a beer can. I couldn't believe it. My first thought was to go down on it, but was still under his spell, so I simply stood there, marveling at his tool as he meanwhile had begn lubing his throbbing cock with a generous amount of vaseline. And, when ready, he gestured for me to turn around and bend over. His mushroom head was laser-focused on my hole. It felt amazing, but I was scared to death he was going ram it into my ass. He, however, did no such thing, but rather rubbed his cock head over my hole, applying a bit of pressure on each pass, using one hand to guide his cock, and the other guiding my ass and legs, as well as providing a slight distraction. Again reaching for the vaseline, he began lubing my aching cock, telling me to jack myself off while he jacked off on my ass. I did so, as did he, but at no point did his fat cockhead leave my hole, so it was hardly surprising my ass was continually relaxing, so when at some point his cock head penetrated the outside ring of my ass. The sensation was a new level of 'amazing'. His massive, slicked-up cock head was opening my outer ring, each time hitting the inner ring. And yes, each time he pushed hard I was in some serious pain, but he was quite considerate, and he backed-off each time he came against my pain limitations. This went on for 15 or 20 minutes. I was barely able to contain myself. I was leaking precum and had to stop jerking every minute or two because he kept urging me not to blow. While I was young and dumb and knew nothing about edging, he certainly did. After several minutes of tentative fucking, he intensified the pressure on my inner ring, . Now and this time when I would find myself tensing-up, wincing in the process, he would gently urge "Breath slow and push out." He knew what he was doing because the second my inner ring relaxed just a tiny bit, he pushed his cock past it. I felt like a baseball bat just got pushed inside me. Tears started coming down my face, and he wiped them gently saying "Easy, buddy, you're taking it. Girls don't let me fuck them in the ass cause I'm so big, so I really need this. I f you let me finish off, I promise I'll never tell anyone you're a faggot." Gritted my teeth I muttered "Okay. Go for it." He was extremely gentle with me, and after about ten minutes he was all the way inside me. Even though he was bigger, it wasn't nearly as painful as when he brother fucked me, but again, we didn't know about lube or taking our time, we just fucked in order to cum. I had this straight football jock balls deep in me now for a little while and he was fucking in and out of me when I got hard again. He told me to stroke myself. After a few minutes of stroking my own cock, I was feeling pleasure from every inch of my ass inside and out, - through my taint, balls and cock. I was breathing like I had run a 5k. Everything felt so good. He started to fuck my hole faster and faster and telling me he was getting close. I was so turned on I started jerking faster and felt a burning pleasure inside my hole, ten inches and all around. I felt like my asshole was having an orgasm. My cock may have gone a quarter limp, but I was still plenty hard enough to continue jerking and could feel my cum boiling up as my asshole was shaking and felt like it was about to explode. He noticed as he was fucking me harder and said,"Yeahm shoot your load, man." That set me off and I moaned louder than I ever had before and exploded! I was cumming all over myself, my neck, face, and in my wide open moaning mouth. My asshole was quivering and clenching when all of a sudden I heard him yell,"FUUUUCKKK!" He started blasting his load inside my ass. It took him a minute to empty his balls inside me. I was soaked in sweat and cum, he was dripping sweat onto me from above. We stayed like this for a bit before I slowly started to pull out. I felt completely empty now. He told me to go sit on the toilet then shower again, he'd use the upstairs shower. Before he walked up the stairs, he said,"I've never cum so hard in my life. I needed that man, you took it like a champ." That night I jerked off eight times in a row to the memories of him fucking me that morning. The next day at school I was amazed at how easily we acted like it never happened. Not even a knowing look between each other. I became a top, but for a year in high school, I got fucked about once a week by a straight football player with a huge cock who made me cum like no one else ever has.

Another story for those who enjoyed the Cuban Cigar Intoxification, hope you enjoy this one. Part 1 - Leafy Surrey Suburbs Daniel laid in bed wiping his tear streaked face, a new steely determination coursing through his body telling him enough was enough. At 26 he felt as though life was throwing challenge after challenge at him despite his young age. His swimmers build perfectly fitted his stature and five foot eight height, with his short mousey blond hair with olive skin and a fine seven and half inches of love machine he was a good catch. His partner of 4 years was very similar in build and height but found fucking elsewhere behind his back was more fun and adventurous. Daniel was adept at turning a blind eye as he loved him dearly, or so he thought. His mother was one very shrewd business woman, she had a knack of weeding out the bad ones with ease. Several times she had warned him about her concerns with Greg, but Daniel could only see the good in him. His mother and father were both in their late forties, they had Daniel and his sister at a young age whilst they were building their business empire. They ran a very successful chain of 20 hotels at the top end of the market, this decision had paid off and they were now very wealthy and respected hoteliers in their field. The Salinger Hotel Group had several city, country and beach hotels, it all started with the Salinger Barbados Retreat and to this day remained the flagship hotel and Daniel's favourite place in the world. His sister was two years older, married with 2 kids and his brother-in-law worked as sales and marketing director for the group. Daniel worked mostly overseeing the operation of the resort hotels in Barbados, St Lucia and Spain, this naturally had him travelling a few times a year making sure standards were kept up. The Barbados hotel never really needed checking as the staff were meticulous and loyal to the family in every way. The previous evening he dined with his parents, during dinner the conversation turned to the general manager of the Barbados Retreat who wanted to take a month off as it was low season. They had asked if he would consider taking on the role, he told them he would talk to Greg and let them know the following morning. Daniel arrived home earlier than expected and wandered in to the bedroom to find Greg hurriedly cleaning himself up, his excuse was laughable about nipping down the pub for a quick drink. Daniel knew he had been out fucking another guy, he said nothing and got in to bed pretending to be tired. He knew Greg screwed around without using condoms and was surprised he hadn't caught anything so far. As morning came around he found himself awake and pondering, was the opportunity to be away for a month the clean break he needed, he was fed up with Greg's deceit and this was when the steely determination ran over him. Greg was still fast asleep so he got up and showered and dressed. When he came back in to the bedroom Greg was awake. "Morning Danny, come back to bed" he patted the empty side of the bed next to him. "I have to meet my parents, we have some unfinished business" Daniel was pulling his clothes on. He walked over to Greg and gave him kiss then told him he would be gone 3 or 4 hours, during which time he wanted Greg packed and out of the house and his life forever. Greg sat there looking at Daniel shocked and pleading with him not do this. "As much as I love you I can't put up with your fucking around as soon as my back is turned" he picked up his wallet and keys. Daniel saw the sorry look on his face, he showed no emotion and repeated for him to be gone by the time he gets back, he turned and left the bedroom. Tears streamed down his face as he got in to the car and drove to his parents house, fortunately they didn't live and the drive took him past the many big houses making up this wealthy leafy suburb of Surrey. His mother gave him a hug but said nothing, she had warned him about how shifty Greg looked but didn't want to press the matter further. She was glad this rotten egg was out and was determined he would stay out of his life for good. Daniel never knew that his mother had got Greg to sign a type of pre-nup making sure he couldn't get at any of the money, but more so to protect her son. He had cheered up a bit after an hour and told his parents he will go to Barbados tomorrow morning. At least he wouldn't have to do to much as the hotel ran with slick efficiency which was down to the head of each department, and Sofie the GM was not due to go on leave for another week so would have time to relax. He returned home later that afternoon and the housekeeper Maria told him Greg had gone, she made sure he took only his clothes. Daniel went up to the bedroom which was quiet and felt empty, he sat on the side of the bed, relief washing over him which caused him to break down for several minutes until be pulled himself together. He had a quiet dinner and went to bed early after packing his clothes. The car arrived at 8am to take him to the airport, as soon as he was checked in he went up to the clubhouse to grab a bite to eat and catch up on some emails. A waiter dressed in the familiar purple and red uniform took his order and gave him a big smile as he left, the one thing with Daniel is that unless you knew him you would never have guessed he was gay. It dawned on him that his 4 years with Greg meant he had missed out on how the world's attitude to gay people had changed in such a short space of time. It certainly felt like the waiter was flirting with him in a casual manner to make him feel good. As Greg had always travelled with him he never got second glances or even took time to notice these things, but the waiter couldn't hide his delight at being able to serve him and made sure he was looked after. He even took the time to chat finding out where he was off to, sometimes it did border on outright flirting but Daniel was loving every minute of the attention. He still treaded carefully so not to give the wrong signal to him, the waiter came back over to tell him his flight was boarding, Daniel thanked him for his exceptional service, completely out of character he winked at the waiter as he left. He boarded the plane and turned left, escorted to his seat by a very attractive cabin steward. He wasted no time in introducing himself as Steve and that he would be looking after him during the flight. Steve made sure that Daniel didn't want for anything during the flight. Eventually he had to get up and go to the toilet, the 10 other passengers were dozing or watching films. Steve was standing behind bar just in front of the galley and toilet area as Daniel approached. "Hello Sir, can I get you anything?" Steve asked as he was wiping some bottles. "Diet coke please. Question for you, why am I getting all this attentive service" asking as he sat on the bar stool. "My partner Callum in the clubhouse served you this morning, told me how nice you were and to look after you. Ice?" he said holding the tongues. "Thank you yes, how long is your layover in Barbados?" he asked as Steve popped the can open. "I have a week, in fact Callum is in premium economy he finished work 10 minutes before the flight." grinning from ear to ear. "Where are you staying when you get there?" Daniel asked looking at Steve. "Well it is low season we will find somewhere cheap" Steve shrugged his shoulders. Thank fully the airline had recently installed internet capability, Daniel sent a quick text to Sofie asking if there was a room for a week. "Well as you both looked after me, let me return the favour" Daniel smiled at Steve at the surprised look on his face. "Please you really don't need to" Steve responded "there is plenty of places to stay". Daniel's phone buzzed and Sofie confirmed they had a room, he asked Steve for his surname and sent the message back to Sofie. He got up from the bar stool and went to the bathroom. When he came out he found Steve and Callum chatting in the galley as other cabin crew bustled around preparing the afternoon tea service, they were only a couple of hours now from Bridgetown airport. "Hello Callum, you on holiday as well?" he held out his hand which Callum gladly took. "Yes, have to grab leave when we can" he told Daniel. "When we land meet me at baggage reclaim, I have sorted out your hotel for you as a thank you for looking after me." Callum asked how much they needed to budget nightly but Daniel waved his hand telling them it is all taken care of and just enjoy yourselves, he knew how hard they worked and that the pay was not that magnificent in the airline world. The flight landed ahead of schedule and Daniel found Steve and Callum at baggage reclaim, being airline employees they got through immigration much quicker. Baggage in hand he escorted them outside to the curb where two black limos waited emblazoned with the Salinger Barbados Retreat logo. Jackson one of the drivers came over swiftly to Daniel where he welcomed him back by name. Steve's mind suddenly clicked and remembered the name on the passenger manifest, he turned to Callum and told him that is Daniel Salinger and pointed to the hotel name of the limo. The other driver Marlon came over to addressed Steve and Callum by name and took their cases. Anyone who knew Barbados knew of the Salinger hotel being one of the islands most private and exclusive all inclusive resorts and that it came with a price tag to match. Callum bounced up and down on the curb side in excitement then went over and gave Daniel an hug. "Thank you so so much Daniel" he released the hug and looked at Daniel "No one has ever done anything like this for us" he said. "Absolute pleasure. See you in a few nights for dinner I hope?" as he stepped in to the limo and pulled away from the terminal building. The security gates raised as soon as the limo turned off the main road and continued up the sweeping driveway to the hotel. Sofie was there to greet Daniel as the limo pulled up, they had known each other for 10 years and hadn't seen each other for 3 months, they had a lot to catch up on. Situated on a private beach and well hidden from prying eyes the hotel attracted a few celebrities throughout the year, some returning time after time. It boasted the main hotel wing of 100 rooms and a private Orchid wing of 12 suites and private pool areas, dining, bar and front desk. The best thing was you could hide here and no one on the outside would know. The 2 owners suites where mostly used by the family as they had a private pool terrace. Daniel stood on the veranda and told Sofie it was good to be back home. Sofie stood by his side "Where is Greg, I thought he would be coming with you?" Daniel gazed in to the pool water "I ended it with him yesterday. I think it was a dead cause." "Sometimes we get so blindsided by what you think is love, when in fact you loose sense of reality." Sofie patted his arm. Daniel knew that was Sofie's way of telling him it was a very bad choice he made "Why didn't you tell me?" he looked at her. "You wouldn't have listened Danny." she walked off the veranda and bent down pick a fallen leaf out of the pool. Daniel watched Sofie, he loved her like a sister "Next time you got to slap me back to reality Sofie." he demanded. She smiled and told him they would have dinner together and talk about it then left Daniel to grab a nap before the jetlag got a grip.

Ryan, was a 6’ foot, blonde hair, blue eye jock. At 21, he had everything going for him. He had a great boyfriend in Sam, who was equally has good looking, with dark hair and brown eyes and a swimmers body. However, Ryan liked to play on the side, without letting Sam know. Ryan always played safe, with other guys, all with his age range, and he was a total top. Now, Ryan and Sam had a great sex life, but Ryan, was never satisfied with just one guy. One weekend, Ryan out of town, while Sam was home sick. Ryan, checking out bars in the area, hoping to get laid. Hitting a bar, called “Aqua”, the guys here were older then him, Ryan is drinking his beer when an old, lanky man, “How are ya young fella?” He asked. He had been watching Ryan when he first entered the bar. Checking out Ryan’s body and especially his ass, and wanted to put his poz cock into it. Ryan, “good, thanks.” Not really into making small talk with a guy old enough to be his father, possibly his grandfather. “I’m Bruce.” Putting out his hand to Ryan. He shakes it, “Ryan.” “This is your first time here, at Aqua.” “Yeah, you a regular here, Bruce?” “I am, Ryan.” “Cool.” Ryan got up and left his drink on the bar to call Sam. Bruce, moved quickly, putting a roofie into his drink. Ryan, returned to the bar, and downed his drink. “Bruce, it was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.” At that moment Ryan started to feel dizzy. “You ok, Ryan?” “Yeah, feel a bit dizzy.” “Let’s get you outside for fresh air.” Bruce got a passed out Ryan to his place, got Ryan undressed. Bruce, was in awe, Ryan’s body, was in perfect shape. His cock 7inches soft. But the main prize was Ryan’s ass, nice tight and round. Bruce, turned Ryan on his back, and starting massaging his back and shoulders , Ryan, drugged up, was enjoying the massage, unaware that he was going to get pozzed. “How does it feel, Ryan?” Bruce asks his unconscious soon to be bottom. “Good”. he said in a soft voice. “Ryan” whispered Bruce, “turn over on your front”, Ryan does, and feeling good, and horny, he had no problems with listening to Bruce, who’s voice was soft and soothing. Bruce, started stroking Ryan’s dick, “spread your legs a bit.” Bruce said. “That’s it.” Using his finger, Bruce, slowly began to finger fuck, Ryan’s ass. “Damn you’re tight.” Bruce lived up his dick and Ryan’ ass. Going in slow, Ryan in his drugged state, moaned in pleasure, Thrusting in and out of Ryan, Bruce couldn’t believe he had this stud in his bed. Ryan, feeling a dick inside him for the first time, was enjoying it, not realizing he was being barebacked by a poz guy, who was old enough to be his father. Bruce, felt his cock and balls tighten, shooting several poz loads deep into Ryan’s ass, catching his breath, Bruce kept his cock inside the young man’s ass for a five minutes to be sure that none of his “babies” would leak out. “Ryan, I own your ass now.” “I know about your boyfriend Sam, he asked me to poz you, and he doesn’t want you back.” And I’m going to share you and your ass to my friends.” “The top jock, is now my bottom poz boy.”

Wondering if any of the. Vegas locals would be interested in a possible once a month fuck party, either at a private home or at a hotel room? Let me hear what you think about this and if you would be interested in attending.

I've got a regular fuck buddy in Amsterdam who's been fucking me for nearly a year. He's almost half my age, buff as hell, handsome, funny, passionate and one hell of a horny top. The only negative is that he's insisted on using condoms to fuck me. He can cum twice and sometimes 3 times when we meet to fuck. While I would normally turn down a condom fuck. This guy is such an amazing top that I've been willing to have him use a condom, rather than do without his cock in my ass. He's told me that he's never fucked raw and doesn't intend to. He's bi and has a longtime girlfriend. But claims they have a less than satisfying sex life. Anyway, we met last week for our usual fuck session. He's very vocal, very passionate and extremely sexual. Though he's told me that he rarely likes to kiss men, he and I usually start out with a passionate makeout session on his sofa. Then we strip each other and take it to the bedroom. He's always rock hard the moment I begin to kiss him. And he's leaking precum like crazy by the time I begin to suck his 7" cock. Unlike most Dutch guys, he cut. I'll then move to sucking on his balls as he groans and lifts his legs for me to go to his asshole. He's going crazy by the time I eat his ass. He'll flip onto his knees so that I can get my tongue deeper up into his hole. This always makes him so horny that he's now ready to fuck. He'll tell me to get on my knees. He'll usually rub his raw cock against my hole. Getting me so fuckin' horny for his cock to slide up into me raw. He's even stick his raw cockhead into me a few times. But he always insists on condoming up before he'll slide all the way up into me. This past week, instead of me coming to his flat, he came to my hotel room. Our fuck session is going about as usual. He's finally got me on my knees, he's kneeling behind me, rubbing his raw cockhead against my hole. Spitting on my hole and jabbing his raw cockhead in and out of my hole. Finally he asks me for a condom. "Sorry. I don't have any condoms", I reply to him. Actually, I did have some condoms in my suitcase. But, I wasn't about to offer them unless I absolutely had to. lol. "What? No condoms? Oh, fuck", he groans. Yet he's so horny, I don't think he can stand it any longer. Without saying anything more, he spits more onto my hole and slides up into me raw. He's groaning and moaning and slamming deep into me. While he normally takes 20 to 30 minutes to cum while he fucks me. This time he was fucking me like a wild animal. He slammed into me for only 5 minutes before he finally let out a growl and yelled, "Oh, fuck! I can't hold it! I'm gonna cum!" He slammed deep into me and shook in orgasm as he filled my hole with his load. Once he came he continued to fuck and once again came in just a couple of more minute of fucking. I'm hoping he'll not want to go back to condoms after this fuck. But, we'll see what happens at our fuck session next week.

Ryan Phillippe in Cruel Intentions. That pool scene! I credit this for my weakness for aggressive bad boys.

Wow so much of it I gear. But here are my favorite parts as a btm who is a total freak for for darkroom anon sex. The feeling of if a cock head pressing against your hole When a coxk taps on your prostate You have taken a hit of poppers and all you and your hole is focused on is the cock pounding your hole and your hole trying to milk the load out of the anon cock that is inside you The moment you feel the tops dick pulse and you feel that warm jizz flooding your hole ?

Lovely storyline

Returning to the bedroom, Alex removed the quilt and the top sheet and placed them on the bench at the foot of the bed. Laying down, the sheets felt cool and both the pillows and mattress were comfortably firm. In a corner of the room, he noticed a mini fridge which would make staying hydrated convenient. From the terrace doors, he was treated to a view of the city lights. Climbing on the bed, Blackie nuzzled Alex's chest and said, "Before we do anything, there are 2 things I need to tell you. First, some friends of mine will be in and out during the next few hours, but you're under no obligation to play with them! I brought you here to be with me, not to be used by others! Second, if there's anything you want to do to me, don't ask, don't tell, just do it!" Alex gave Blackie a playful peck on the cheek and said, "You know the old saying about birds of a feather, so let's just see what happens. Since you gave me permission to just go for what I want to do to you, get ready!" With that, he scooted down on the bed, lifted Blackie's right leg and licked his foot. Blackie moaned with pleasure and when Alex began to suck on his toes, he practically purred. "Fuck, you have sexy feet!" He said before giving Blackie's left leg the same treatment.

PART 9 I don’t think even one minute passed before the door began to open. I barely had my shorts up and started to panic to make sure I was covered at the same time I looked at the door. What i saw a guy maybe 40ish around 6 feet. He was a little bolder and didnt wait for me to nod back. He just slid through the crack and shut the door and locked it. In the glow of the gay porn on the screen, I was able to see him better. Yeah a little taller than me, so at least six feet and thin. He had on sweat pants and sandals and a T-shirt. There was already a sizable bulge in those sweats. He approached me and his hand went into my still unbuttoned shorts, but he bypassed my cock. Instead, his hand dipped down and I felt a finger slide into my ass crack and run across my hole. His hand slid out of my pants just as quickly and he motioned me up. As soon as I stood, he slipped my shorts down and began to turn me around away from him. And I just let it happen, half out of surprise and half because i was still horny and this guy was pretty hot. I slipped a leg out of my shorts and spread wider, as I braved myself with my hands. I could hear him tugging his sweats down and heard him spit, managing to look back in time to see him using it as lube to stroke with. Again he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. And his cock was... it was huge. Like at least 8.5 inches and thick with a nice big cut head. It was magnificent. It was obvious that like the first guy, he wasn’t going to use a condom. His cock slick with spit I felt him use one hand to grab an ass cheek to spread me open a little, as he used his other to guide his cock to my already fucked and cummed in hole. I felt him push against my barely puckered hole and it gave easily. It hadn’t even had time to close up from the last cock and with the cum coating my hole, he was able to work his giant cock into me. I don’t know if it would have worked otherwise. Later as time went on, I would take bigger cocks but this guy was hung and as an 18 year old almost virgin still, this thing was just massive. And I was taking it. I was almost naked bent over in a bookstore booth, gay porn blaring away, while a guy I hadn’t exchanged a single word with was almost 8 inches into me and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. And with the first guys cum and my hole already relaxed from getting fucked a few minutes before, I was taking it and loving every second. There was no pain or discomfort. He was working my hole harder and harder and we were not being quiet. Besides him basically knocking my breath out every time he rammed home, I couldn’t keep myself balanced and my hands kept knocking against the thin plywood wall I was supporting myself against. And he was grunting and breathing fast. And then finally to make It competely obvious, he was finally balls deep and now every time he drove into me there was that slap as his pelvis met my ass cheeks. And I was so lost in the fuck and his cock sliding into my prostate that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that It was sleazy and dirty. The smell of sex and cum made me feel drunk. And I didn’t need to know who was fucking me. All that mattered was that he was hot and had a fucking amazing cock and he was in me raw. And I had already kind of figured it out, all these guys here are looking for cock. I gave in and enjoyed every second and didn’t care that everyone there would know I was getting fucked right there in the booth. Eyes closed and head down I took it until I felt his hands grip tighter and felt his pounding increase even more til finally he rammed deep and erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum coated my guts as I pushed back to make sure I was getting it all. He grinded into me as he stayed deep while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, as he obviously was trying to put every drop into me. Spent and satisfied that he had put all his cum inside me, he slowly pulled out. Without a word he pulled up his sweat pants and straightened his shirt up. Looking down, he adjusted his still softening rod and covered it with his shirt. I meanwhile was wobbly legged and was trying get my one leg through my shorts so I could pull them back up. Mr Sweatpants paused by the door to give me a second to get the shorts up and then just as quietly as he had slid in, he popped back out after cracking open the door and then shut it behind him. I noticed it wAs darker and realized I had let the video machine run out of credits. I don’t think even twenty minutes had elapsed and I had gotten fucked twice. And had no idea who they were or if i could even recognize them if I saw them. And I hadn’t asked either one if they were clean. I mean who knows, Tim looks healthy and he has it. But then the thought that hit almost right away was did it matter? Would I have stopped those guys if they were did have HIV? If I saw Mr Sweatpants giant cock and knew he was HIV positive, could I or would I want to say no to it? I knew why I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter. I was taking them raw no matter what the risk. It just felt too good. As all this wet through my head in about 30 seconds, I stood to walk out, figuring enough was enough for tonight and I had not been very discreet and didn’t want trouble. As my hand touched the doorknob, it twisted in my hand and the door opened up a crack as another stranger met my stare. Maybe I wasn’t leaving quite as soon as I thought as we gave each other a quick look over. A mutual nod and I was backing toward the bench of the booth as a new stranger entered the small cubicle with me and shut and locked the door.

Part 11 As Charles was being filled with his first load of poz cum he wasn’t aware that the entire event was being receded. Once it was leaned who he was, the fact that his ultra conservative father would be enraged and embarrassed if he ever discovered that his son was a gay PnP boy. Chuck would probably be shunned, disowned and dis-inherited. The video would be good black male material. They figured to get money from this new bareback bottom they are creating. The money could be used for drugs, made improvements to the property or prize money for the best bottom of the month, which Sam won hands down for Charles. Charles kept taking poz load after poz load and slam after slam. They even got him on video begging for the guy to cum in his ass along with him begging for a slam. They had him right where they wanted him, they owned his ass. While Sam was fucking him for the third time he felt he needed to inform the member group bottom of his new found love for partying and taking raw dick. He told Charles, “I know you’re mind has been trying to process all that you gave been experiencing and feeling. Let me make this easy and simple for you to understand. After you leave here you’re going to try and deny that you were fucked up the ass. Then one night you’ll dream about my cock or any man’s cock filling your ass. You might even try to distract yourself with your girlfriend. I guarantee you won’t be successful. You’ll be calling me to give you the only thing that will satisfy the itch you’ll be feeling for a needle in your arm and a cock up your ass.” With that said, Sam delivered another poz load inside the formerly straight Charles. That same night David brought a total top who, in his opinion, was to cocky and needed to be brought down to realty. He thought he was God's gift to every bottom I the world. His name was Brandon and he was a ‘stud’ of pure muscle at 6’ 2”, 185 pounds, blond hair, green eyes and a 10” cock. David hooked up with him a could times when he was in a bottoming mood. Although he was hung, he was a decent top, he only like to fuck bareback and party, he didn’t like his attitude. He worked it out for Brandon to get an invite to the party as or of the top and explained the major rule of the party. First rule no one leaves the party before 8 am and the second rule that they did not allow spectators, he’d have to be doing some fucking throughout the night. This wasn’t really a ‘party rule’ it was made up just for Brandon. They made sure every drink Brandon had was laced with GHB and Tina. It was calculated that along with what he was smoking the laced drinks would give him Tina dick. Sure enough after a couple hours he started to lose his rock hard 10” asking David for a ‘dick’ pill. David took him off to the side and gave him a blue sugar pill telling him it was Viagra. Brandon swallowed or down with a laced Gatorade adding more Tina to his already drugged up body. David gave him adequate time to try and get hard which was no use. At that point they reminded Brandon of the party rule and if he couldn’t get hard to fuck he was going to be fucked. Brandon furiously tried you get hard as he was being surrounded by several members that would have no problem getting him over to one of the slings and restraining him so that he can be fucked. Realizing that he was not going to get hard he quirky offered to leave only to be reminded of the first rule. Brandon didn’t need to be reminded of the second rule as the group had no problem escorting him over to the sing occupied by Benji. Benji knew of this plan and immediately got out of the sling abs retrieved the restraints, attached them on the chains and secured them on Brandon. The G he had consumed made this all too easy as he made a feeble attempted to get away. Now restrained I the sling his fate was sealed. David pulled out a slam and as quick as he placed in the sling his arm was tired off and the needle slid into his vein. Brandon didn’t know what hit him when the tourniquet was removed and the Tina flowed through his body. He coughed hard and was ready to have his bottom cherry finally busted, although it was not with his consent. With Tina in charge he was starting to discover the pleasure his ass was about to bring him for the first time. David began by rimming his virgin hole. Brandon had eaten plenty of ass, but this was the first time he’d be in the receiving end of a tongue. He immediately began to uncontrollably moan as David first licked, the probed into virgin territory. The objective was to get Brandon worked up that he would beg to be fucked, and it was working. When David began to use his fingers to apply lube (and slip in some Tina) it was making Brandon’s ass hungry to be filled. David asked the drugged up soon to be bottom, “How’s that hole? That hole seems to be liking to have my fingers inside.” Brandon could only moan, his drugged up brain was unable to turn any words. The response prompted David to remove his fingers which finally provoked a response from Brandon who exclaimed, “No! Put your fingers back in, it felt really good.” David was now standoff between Brandon’s legs, looking down at him with he lubed cock poised at his virgin ass telling the soon to be fucked virgin, “I’ve got something I think you’re going to learn you love having in your ass.” With that said, David began to penetrate the cocky, total top. Brandon was directed to look into the mirror above the sling, “Look at that cock as it takes you anal virginity.” At first Brandon said, “No” but as David sunk in deeper and deeper his ‘No's' turned into moans and David began to fuck him but the first time. Brandon was well aware that David was poz. The drugs affecting his brain told me that he needed to get fucked. David fucked him but a good 45 minutes before he was ready to breed the burner total top. He didn’t say a word as his pace quickened and his breathing became heavier. Brandon knew he was about to cum and knew from the type of party this was he was and to have that poz cum shot into his ass. His fate already sealed he accepted the facts and yelled out, “BREED MY NEG ASS WITH YOUR DIRTY POZ CUM!”

exactly spot on - I too love being at a naked party when men can see my small limp dick and in no time I have hard rod in me. My ex used to take me to backrooms and naked parties caged and taught me to be exactly what I am - a hole for the use of tops and for them to breed.

My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

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I laid as still as i could as the sexy fucker walked outta the room answering his phone telling whoever just pulled up to come inside. between my legs quivering from being fuckin slammed harder than i ever had been and the booty bumps that were slammed inside me earlier making me a total fuckslut begging to be used i heard the door open and a deep voice saying whats up Boss to my alpha bull as he walked in my house. Bout damn time u get here.... i got this bitch waitin for ya in bed pussy up legs spread just how u like em when im done with em! Check this shit out i heard my alpha bull say and i heard a video playing he took of me begging for his seed as he slammed me full of cum that i never saw him take.... his buddy seemed pissed N said fuck that you said u got some pussy for me and i get here and its some fuckin fag dressed like a bitch, i told u before i aint down like that! Oh Yea?? I heard my sexy alpha bull say, well i remember after you were locked up and i took you to Vegas when u got out and the bitch we went home with from the club passed out and we grabbed her drunk pussyboy roommate who was hittin on us all night and held the whore down for each other to fuckin rape while the slut begged us to stop and cried like a bitch when we slammed into that pussyboy raw you didnt have a problem with it!! Well the bitch upstairs dont need to be held down and likes it just as fuckin rough!! So get the fuck up there and use the whore....lets fuckin go!! Fuck it, where's the bitch at? This pussy better be fuckin good he said as i heard em come upstairs. I started grinding my ass slowly as they walked in the room and felt a smack on my ass then another and fingers being shoved into me by this new anon fucker sayin this bitch is in heat grinding that wet pussy back on my fingers boss! I felt one of em climb on the bed in front of me as the blanket lifted off my head for me to see my rough fuckin bull laid back in front of me grabbin my head and tellin me to suck his fuckin dick and dropped the blanket back on me. The fingers pulled out of me and i heard this anon fucker who was about to use me getting undressed as my throat was being filled. I got this bitch balls deep on my dick dude, i wanna feel this whore screamin around my cock when u slam ur fuckin pierced dick in the bitch!! I felt a thick fuckin cock slapping my hole... dragging his piercing over it teasing me till he was rock hard telling my alpha bull that was balls deep in my throat to hold the bitch on that dick boss, im gonna fuckin rape this slut like that whore i got locked up over!! As he forced his thick pierced cock inside me i tried pulling forward cause he was so fuckin thick stretching my hole but he dug his nails into my hips N said there aint no fuckin running from it bitch and slammed balls deep in me!!! Try running from it again and ill beat your fucking ass he said as he started slam fucking me!! Soon as i nut in this throat, the alpha bull moaned and said, im gonna slam this bitch with tina so you dont wear the whore out before we're done with her!!

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Midnight "C'mon! Up-ee!" Manetti came in the room clapping his hands, startling Chris. The room had a foul stench. Chris was sweating profusely, and had moistened the bedsheets with their dried butt juice from earlier that day. The kid was oblivious to the stink, awash in perpetual, carnal thoughts, though if you pressed him he couldn't tell you one of them. Manetti turned off the electro kit and started taking off all of Chris attachments. Manetti smacked his lips, his nostril flaring with powder. "Swear to Christ, you should be paying me for this first one. It's a twofer and you better not fuck up. Client wants his puppy to try Tina, so it has the potential to be interesting. Ah," Manetti said, pausing to admire the hour's growth of Chris' nipples, "Look at those sweet tits, man. Beautiful little eraser heads." Manetti twisted them. Chris looked down to see his nips were pretty hefty now. Nowhere near Manetti’s and far from Master Drax's, but much more plump than the tiny pimples he had before. Manetti pulled out the sound and butt plug without much protest from Chris. He untied the kid, and plunked him in the shower to wash some of the bed crud off. He needed to be, at the very least, presentable. Tricks could fuck him up as much they wanted, but let him at least start from a baseline of decency. They left their cabana amidst men walking around cruising each other and taking off to the shadows where portable slings had been set up. All around, under the throbbing disco music, moans of sex and the scent of reefer and poppers filled the night. Manetti led the way holding a prepared .3 rig in one hand and Chris' dog leash in the other. Both wore their white towels and masks as did everyone on the grounds. Manetti walked up to the cabana next to theirs, Chuck Brunswick's and Andy's, and knocked. Chris looked at all the men walking by. Some stared at him, licking their chops. He licked his chops hungrily back at them until Manetti yanked his leash. "Focus," Manetti said. In the garden shadows, Chris made out slings clanking in secluded walkways. Fireflies winked their little lights in the dark. *** Andy Hollister, in the bright California sunlight, had eyes that shined a luminescent aquamarine. No joke. What the TV star saw when he emerged from his trailer in Santa Monica, ready to film another boring expositional beach scene with his co-star, L.A. Police Chief Roy Ebbing, was Andy playing volleyball with the other day players. The extra, even from a distance had mesmerizing eyes. Dark brown hair, a sculpted brow, a wiry frame—the kid wasn’t tall, but he was excellent at spiking the ball from a running start. Chuck Brunswick couldn’t think of one beach he’d been to—Cyprus, Oaxaca, Zakynthos Island of Greece—that was of a clearer blue than the happy kid in the sand. Andy was assigned a background role of volleyball player that Stacks Lightning would pass on the boardwalk while milking Police Chief Ebbing for intel. Walk-and-talk scene were typically the most boring parts of the script to film—pure exposition. But that day, with a hot young twink consistently in his line of sight, each take they did gave the actor a pleasant distraction from the humdrum dialog. After the shoot, Brunswick got the front office to track down the extra and called in a favor from one of the executive producers. Andy was offered a Production Assistant’s job, which, to him, came out of the blue but he was eager to accept it. It paid little, but more than his waiter job, and the glamor of working on one of television most popular shows made him the envy of all his friends in the San Fernando Valley, especially his girlfriend who told everyone that Andy was starting to make it big in Hollywood. On set, Brunswick started hitting Andy up to fetch things: coffee, newspapers, cocaine (discretely from one of the prop guys). Their friendship, mentorship, whatever you want to call it, grew to where Brunswick had him running dialog with him between takes. One night they were filming a chase sequence at a refinery in El Segundo. The shoot ended about four in the morning and Brunswick was pretty wired from the fight sequences and the cocaine he’d been doing with Andy in his trailer. As the film company was breaking down their equipment, Brunswick mentioned he was concerned for Andy riding out to the valley so late. Why didn’t he follow him home and he could stay in the downstairs guest house. His one and only tenant had recently vacated and he could spend the night there, no problem. Andy enthusiastically agreed and follow him on his Kawasaki back to Brunswick's Malibu pad. The house was built on the cliffs with its pier foundation drilled deep into rocks below. The main overhanging house had a small studio apartment tucked underneath where Brunswick said he could crash. When they entered, day was breaking. From the hallway Andy could see another bright, azure sky unfolding over the Pacific. He’d seen sunrises, of course, but never anything so amazing where blue ocean folded into blue sky. Brunswick, looking into Andy’s eyes, felt the same amazement. He took the boy’s face in his hands and spontaneously kissed him. “Whoa. Dude!” Andy said, jumping back, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome or unexpected. With each step of their increasing intimacy, Andy had gotten closer and more in tune with the actor’s unspoken needs. First minor incidental touches, a pat on the back, say, might be replaced with a tap on his butt; Brunswick coming out of the shower to run lines with him, the star would linger spending an inordinate amount of time naked, fluffing up his package, drying himself off. Once, running lines with him next to the catering truck on the studio backlot, Brunswick got up to a part in the script where he was supposed to kiss this week’s babe. As he got to that part, he reached out, putting a hand on Andy’s face and said, “This is where I kiss you.” Andy had never forgotten that confusing moment because right on the heels of that, Brunswick’s blond-haired teenage son and his ex-wife came on set and went off to his trailer to sign some papers. “Fuckin’ look at your eyes, man,” Brunswick said to him at the beach house that early morning. Andy, rather than backing off and playing coy, came forward and pressed his face against that famous mustache. He moved in that week, broke off with his girlfriend, and never left Brunswick’s side. Or a better way to say it is that Brunswick never let him leave his side. Once Andy moved in, in small and subtle ways, Brunswick started to narrow his exposure with anyone else. His valley friends weren’t to visit the house. “They’re black holes that only want to be your friends so they can hang out in Malibu.” Andy disagreed but not fervently enough to actually invite any of his friend over. One by one, friends, even family, contacted him less and less. The studio apartment downstairs where he ostensible lived was rarely used, only when studio executives came over for a dinner meeting would Andy be required to remain downstairs until they left. Brunswick nonchalantly suggested clothing Andy might wear, taking him eventually into Beverly Hills, picking out all his outfits. He adopted this dapper wardrobe, a sweater tied round his Lacoste shirt, as his new style. From happy, grungy valley kid to serious, snappy preppy boy in less than a year. The second year they lived together, Brunswick had him quit his job as a PA, persuading him he’d be more content to stay home and enjoy the solitary beach, cook meals, clean, and wait for him every evening for his return. Andy was his servant, secretary, and—to Andy, anyway—his lover. He dressed in a manner that pleased Brunswick; taking on the interests the actor had, the conservative politics the actor espoused. He came round to enjoying the finer things Brunswick exposed him to. When the actor was on hiatus, they traveled to Paris, Bangkok, Rio, took meals at the finest London restaurants, stayed at the best Mediterranean villas. He was introduced to famous and, sometimes, infamous acquaintances, artists, politicians, shady characters that had “boys” of their own. It was on a flight to New York with a connecting seaplane after that, that brought Andy face to face with a naked Chris Prior standing in front of him, and a man he’d met that day called Manetti, a pretty sketchy character if you wanted to know the truth, who was running a hand down the skinny blond kid’s torso, fluffing up his dick, displaying him like he was some county fair animal, like a slab of prime meat brought over as a main course by a swarthy Italian waiter. "One hundred to fuck him. Two to fist," Manetti informed Brunswick. "Same price for two of us, right?" Brunswick inquired. Manetti nodded. "Does he top or only bottom?" "Dunno," Manetti said honestly perplexed. “It’s never come up. Can you fuck, boy?" "Fuck who?" Chris asked, only semi-aware he was on display, naked in front of Chuck and Andy, both draped in their towels while he was not. "You’d fuck Andy, of course," Brunswick said. "And you're neg, right?" "Yes, Sir, sir. Practically a virgin," replied Chris, giving Andy a lascivious examination. Andy thought that this didn’t seem like the same kid running around the pool a couple of hours ago. The kid in front of him now was as crude as Manetti. He also noticed the blond was getting a pretty big hardon. "And I’ll admin to your boy, too," Manetti added, "no charge except for product. Point three is my reco. It’ll pack a pretty good wallop for a first timer." "Alright," Brunswick said, reaching for his wallet and pulling out several bills and handing them to Manetti. Andy looked alarmed. “Wait, what’s this admin stuff?” “You know how we’ve been trying to get you into fisting?” Brunswick began in his persuasive tone. Andy looked at Manetti quickly. “Well, this should open you up. It’s Tina and you inject it. You trust me, don’t you, son?” “I don’t know, Chuck,” Andy said looking at the ominous needle in Manetti’s hand. “Can’t I just snort it like we do coke? “Much better to have it injected, Chief,” Manetti advised. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” That was enough for Andy to sour on the whole deal. He didn’t like Manetti. Certainly would never trust him. “Aw, c’mere Raggedy Andy,” Chuck said, pulling Andy in close, stroking his bicep and chest. Andy went limp in his arm like he always did. “Remember our first night after you got your implants?" Manetti asked quizzically. "Implants?" "Yeah, how do you think my boy got so buff? No gym membership needed," Brunswick replied. He ran his hand lavishly over the boy’s expensive biceps, the sculpted deltoids and yoked traps. “Baby, you remember how good the painkillers were the doctor proscribed? How I almost got all my fingers inside you? Well, this will be a hundred times better than that.” Chris chimed in, “Yeah, you'll feel, like, so great and you get this big rush, bigger than when you take a hit of coke. It’s a million times more better.” Andy stared at Chris’ growing erection and started to feel his own dick start to rise. “Okay, but you’re staying here the whole time, Chuck, right?” He definitely did not want to be alone with this thug Manetti with his prominent biohazard belly tattoo. “The whole time, buddy. The whole time,” Chuck reassured him. “Why don’t I hold you, while Manetti injects you? I’ll hold you, son, if you like.” Andy nodded, still nervous. Brunswick got situated at the headboard and pulled Andy in between his legs, put one arm on a shoulder and started massaging him, his other hand traveled over Andy's downy chest. Manetti sat next to Andy, propped a pillow under his arm, and told him to make a fist. Andy followed his instruction, and Manetti went in search of a vein. Chris sat at the edge of the bed and witnessed each detail. His hardon said how hot he was for this young man, admiring the short dark hairs that were just starting to cover his sculpted chest, the tufts of black hair tucked under his carved arms. “I can see you’re scared,” Manetti said, “I’ll just do half. You tell me if you want it all. Sound good?” Andy like the idea and nodded. His white skin displayed many prominent blue vein possibilities. “Let's do this one, Chief,” he said poking a ridge on his forearm. “Ready?” Andy’s face said he wasn’t but Manetti went on anyway. “Okay think of a nice place you really like.” Andy thought of that first night at Chuck’s, looking out the window watching the day break, seeing fins, dolphin fins in the distance. Manetti stuck him and pulled back the plunger and Andy’s red blood swirled mixing with the crystal meth. Or could they have been shark fins? “Here we go,” Manetti said slowly pushing half the vial contents into him. Andy felt an increasing warm bath of joy. How wonderful his life was, how sexually strong his feeling was about Chuck, how good it was that Chuck guided him, protected him, even controlled him a little. Just this much of crystal was perfect. He held up a hand to Manetti saying as much. “Do the rest of it,” Chuck said coolly to Manetti. “Wait,” Andy said. Manetti smirked and emptied the remaining meth. Andy sucked in a breath through teeth-gritted. His eyes spun. He went from a smile to a grimace, back to a smile, then he lost all cognizance of where he was. “See,” said Brunswick, “you love it don’t you, baby? Daddy know best, doesn’t he?” “Ah, fuck, daddy,” stammered Andy, remembering Chuck was there, holding him. “Fuck, this is so good. Ah, fuck, fuck.” Chris put his hand under Andy’s towel and started stroking his small penis. Brunswick undraped Andy and told Chris to suck him. Chris did, with pleasure. Andy moaned on the bed wanting to get up, but Brunswick held him back. Unable to move, simply taking in all the sensation of his first major Tina rush, he ran his hands over Chris’ blond mop, humping his mouth. Brunswick toyed with Andy’s nipples, played with the boy like he was a life-size doll. Picked up his long, thin hand and sucked his fingers, bent over and put his tongue in his ear. "You like what daddy gives you? A cute, little teddy bear to suck your pretty little dick, a big bad wolf to shoot you up, and daddy who's finally going to get his big paw inside you tonight." "Fuck," said Andy barely aware of what Brunswick was saying, keenly aware of how good he felt, how good a cocksucker was deep-throating him, getting his pubes so wet and warm. Who was slipping a thin, wet finger across his silky crack? Who slid a finger against his velvety hole? Who wiggled its way inside? Andy wanted to slide down on this finger, and Brunswick released him. He slid down and wormed his way onto the finger that prodded against him. "Fuck," he cried as the finger passed inside him. As the drug pulsed through his body, lust encouraged him to push down on the finger so it would go in deeper. "Yeah, that's it baby. Let the whore finger fuck you." Chris continued playing with Andy's hole. Pushing in deeper, taking his finger out, licking two, tasting Andy's musky juice, slipping the two wet fingers back into his hole, twisting them slowly. He ran his tongue up the shaft, felt the treasure trail of black hairs that left his dark bush and swirled up to his belly. Chris kept going till his hands reached the few hairs that speckled Andy’s breast bone between his pec implants. Watching Chris work on Andy got Manetti aroused. His job done he pulled into the room's shadows and observed. Chris was getting the fucked up kid to squirm, adding in an occasional nasty sounding, yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, yeah, that's it, let yourself enjoy it. Brunswick was also enjoy it, playing with himself, taking a swig of absinthe from the nightstand, putting it back, reaching forward and playing with Chris' nice eraser head nips. "Alright. Up on your knees boys. Stick your dick in Andy, boy." Andy slowly crawled onto all fours, with Chris sliding between his legs. Manetti came out of the shadows to hand Chris some lube. Chris covered his erection with thick, viscous grease and spread a little over Andy's hole. He rubbed his dick up and down Andy's crack. "You want this cock? Tell me you want it." "I want it. I want your cock," Andy responded breathlessly. "Good." He pushed Andy's shoulders down so his head was on the bed, then started pushing his cockhead into him. Andy sucked in air when Chris’ purple head first popped in. Chris pulled out a little then pushed back again. "That's it, take it in." Behind him, Chris felt Brunswick's large paw press him onto Andy's body. Chris fell on top of Andy's back and Brunswick spread his legs and pushed his cock into Chris' accepting hole. Chris was a lot looser than Andy and Brunswick quickly slid up to his root, hairy dark pubes rubbing against the boy’s hairless hole. A big beer can dick Brunswick had. Not long but meaty and thick. Chris jabbed Andy fiercely, and just as fiercely pushed his ass back on Brunswick. The three of them found a rhythm they could sustain. Andy stayed passive, letting Chris fuck him hard, emitting small cries of satisfaction with each slam. Chris reached around and jacked Andy's pecker till it got stiff. The young man’s pubes were like silk, and his felt him up, all that pubic hair he was denied. He squeezed and pulled on Andy’s balls, which Andy protested at first but then started enjoying it. Chris’ own balls swung in their heavy metal sleeve, smacking into Andy’s. "Baby, you got a great ass," Brunswick hoarsely whispered in Chris’ ear. "Ah, fuck, Sir. Your boy does too," Chris answered back. It was true. It was the first boy pussy he’d ever fucked, and its creaminess, on top of the dominance he felt over someone like never before, was getting him close to cumming. "Ung," Chris uttered, deep guttural expression of enjoyment each time he slammed into Andy ass. "Ung-ung-ung..." he repeated with every piston thrust of his hips. He was banging back and forth in the erotic sensation of simultaneously fucking a soft, tight hole with his long dick, and being fucked by a thick daddy cock banging into his ass. Part of his brain fantasized about the hairy bush he was backing into, Stacks Lightning. But it was the actual hard man he felt inside him, grunting, animal-like, lewdly talking in his ear. "How old are you anyway?" Chris grunted. "Bet my son’s age. You like daddy fucking you, son? Daddy wanted to fuck you for a long time." Not only did Chris grunt in the affirmative, the confession hinting of a secret desire for incest made him blow immediately, deep within Andy, pouring a steady stream of cum into the kid. Andy, too, felt Chris’ rhythmic climax and also came hard into Chris' fist. Loud and lewd, the boy’s stuttered over each other a smattering of oh fucks and oh shits, while they nutted. Brunswick disengaged frustrated quickly after, looked at Manetti sitting in a chair stoking his big Italian cock. "What?" Manetti protested. He could see Brunswick was irritated, that he was just getting started when the boys finished themselves off. Manetti argued, "They’re teenagers for fuck sake! They can't help it! They’d cum every fifteen minutes like coo coo clocks if you let him." "I expected him to keep it going for more than two minutes. We still have fifty-five minutes, right? Jesus Christ!" Chris wiped Andy’s cum on the bed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't cum so fast next time, but your boy’s cunt feels so good." Chris began rubbing two fingers over Andy's dripping hole. He wanted to immediately dive deeper. He was still fucking horny. "Boys, on you backs," barked Brunswick. "Chariot time." He pulled the ottoman from under Manetti's feet and positioned himself between the two boys who had their asses at the edge of the bed waiting. Manetti tried to make peace, and came over and spread grease over Brunswick's hands. The hand ready for Chris' hole Manetti applied a lot more grease to the actor's forearm. He made sure Brunswick understood the implications. Manetti applied two fingers of grease on both boy's holes and pushed it in, then spread some around inside their holes. Andy's hole, replete with short dark boy hair, felt incredible, but also puckered tight. Chris looked at Manetti with intense excitement and anticipation. Manetti held up a single finger as a warning. Chris pouted. Andy looked at Brunswick a little frightened, but excited in anticipation all the same. Brunswick stuck in two fingers in both boy's ass lips and twisted. Andy yelped while Chris moaned deeply. "Do a couple hits, boy,” Brunswick encouraged Andy. Manetti sat on the bed next to him, uncapped the bottle and fed it to the boy. Brunswick felt his hole loosen considerably so he slipped in a third finger. Chris had no problem with two fingers or the third that was incoming. He rocked his butt to take Brunswick’s fingers all the way to his knuckles in one go. Brunswick pushed in three fingers in each boy, easily slipping into Chris, not so easy with Andy. Chris reached over and stuck his tongue in Andy's mouth, surprising him with a passionate kiss. The poppers aroused Andy's lust. He liked kissing Chris in front of his mentor, started making out with Chris passionately, much to the pleasure of both Brunswick and Manetti. Chris whispered nastily, "Fuck yeah. Let your daddy fist us. Let daddy take our holes." Chris looked in the boy's deep blue eyes and saw lust building, as Brunswick added a fourth finger. Chris wiped some lube off his butt and stroked Andy's shriveled cock. It didn't get hard but it did get Andy to start pushing down on Brunswick's hand. Manetti let them share the poppers, each taking a hit, then another. Then both boys began desperately pushing their holes trying to take Brunswick's meaty paw. "That's it, son. Bear down on daddy. Look what a good job Chris is doing." Having Chuck Brunswick's hand inside him was his goal since he saw the lightning bolt suitcases outside the cabana. Chris swallowed his hand in one greedy gulp and let out a passionate cry of achievement. Both his hands flew above his head in passionate surrender, wallowing in the accomplishment, squeezing and releasing the monstrously large hand inside him. Brunswick kept twisting inside Chris' expanded hole, while he still toyed with opening up his boy. Brunswick's hand was bigger than Manetti's, but Manetti definitely possessed better technique. Manetti continuously checked in with his bottom, whereas Brunswick was thoughtless, mechanical. Chris didn't really care though. This is how he imagined Stacks Lightning would fist him: forceful, dispassionate, at times hurting him. It was something he wanted. After several minutes of twisting and re-lubing, and still not getting into Andy, Brunswick was about to give up on both of them. Chris saw his growing frustration. "Let Manetti get him open, Sir. He's got smaller hands," Chris said. With a single raise eyebrow, Manetti protested, and would have said something, but saw the kid was working an angle. Manetti gave Andy a once over, admiring the black pubes on such milky white skin. It got an easy rise out of Manetti, and he gave Brunswick a why-not look. Brunswick assented and turned his attention to Chris' malleable hole, while Manetti took his towel and wiped excess grease from Andy's butt. He knelt down and began lapping at the hole, swirled his tongue in circles, while Andy breathed through clench teeth, relishing the sensation of the man's rough beard and feathery tongue. Brunswick wasn’t into rimming, and since he’d been the one and only man he'd ever had sex with, the thought of someone low enough, someone as rough and criminal looking as Manetti, wanting to put his mouth on his shitter excited him. It was what he expected criminal would like to do. And, man, the feeling of a tongue licking his hole was beyond description. He relaxed and Manetti stuck his tongue inside the kid's rectum, licking the musky flavor of his hole. It drove the kid crazy. He pulled his cheeks apart so Manetti could dig deeper if he wanted. He wanted. Brunswick watched in fascination his boy's hole getting so professionally eaten. He looked at Chris and twisted his hand once more, balling up his fist, and pushing his arm further up Chris' hole. Chris took a hit of poppers and gritted his teeth and pushed his ass onto Brunswick large hairy arm. He went quite a distance on the first try but at a price. The man's knuckled brought him a lot of pain. He lowered his legs and placed them on Brunswick's muscular shoulders and gave them a slight push so his arm pulled out slightly, taking off some pressure. He took another hit and fell in a trace looking at the actor's face. The international spy, Stacks Lightning, had his arm inside his body. How fucking awesome was that? Not as awesome as it would be if he were piston fucking him. So he relaxed his legs on the man's shoulders and felt his mammoth fist slide deep within him. He rocked his feet off the spy's shoulders feeling him go in deep then come out. He kept up the motion seeing it pleased his hero. The more it did the harder he rocked. Chris had been the one in control, determining the rhythm by pushing his feet against Brunswick, but he could see Brunswick wanted to dominate, so he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs apart to show submission. It’s exactly what Brunswick wanted and immediately rose to the challenge. He pulled all the way out and then punched back in. Chris gave into his fantasy that the internationally famous undercover spy, Stacks Lightning, wanted to punch fist him. The spy could do no wrong; he would be this week’s willing bottom. Chris pulled his ass cheeks apart and let him pile drive in first one fist, then the other. He grunted like a swine with each punch, leaving dignity far behind, and snarled and snorted at Brunswick, nodding his head to punch him more and harder. Brunswick had the look of a drunk madman and pummeled the boy's ass mercilessly. If he was damaging the boy, he didn’t care. He allowed him to suck on his popper bottle for a moment, then began again to use the kid’s body as a punching bag. At one point, catching his breath from his battering, he witness Chris pushing out his internal organs. They popped through his hole, lips like a volcano rim with red lava oozing to the surface. What had been a small bloom earlier in the day, now grew to a soft-ball size mound of flesh pushing through. Brunswick used his towel to wipe it, then bent down and, for the first time, started chewing and sucking on Chris' small prolapse. Brunswick had never given in to such depravity, but the sight of this teenager with such a disgustingly obscene asshole, drove him to lick and nibble and kiss it, using his tongue to drive the boy to insanity. To Chris, nothing had ever felt like this. It was like being rimmed by twenty tongues. So many nerve endings were raw and exposed, stimulated all at the same time. If he even thought about jacking himself right now he'd shoot and hit the wall. He left his hard, purple-headed erection alone, and instead grabbed the head of auburn locks attached to his hole and push his rosebud harder against that mouth. The international spy's lips were locked, eating his shithole. How incredibly awesome was that? Not as awesome as the spy’s hand going back inside and starting to punch his organs again. They got into a long series of punching that lasted minutes or hours—time didn't registered. But suddenly his body did something it'd never done before. Brunswick’s fist stayed in the air ready to go back in but he was suspended in curiosity. Chris was convulsing. More than an orgasm that normally started in his balls and shot out of his dick, an earthquake rocked his entire core. He thundered in ecstasy as tremors uncontrollably took over his body. He rode it to what he thought was a finale, but a second, then a third aftershock quickly followed. There was a loud cry out of Andy at the same time. Chris glanced over at Manetti as his body shook. Manetti had just seduced the boy's hole with his hand, popping Andy’s fisting cherry. As he rested inside the kid, letting him get used to what a fist felt like, he said to Chris, "It's a body orgasm. It’s natural." In his old calming voice, he explained to him, "It’s your whole body orgasming not just your balls nutting. Ride it. Enjoy it." Chris spasmed several more times, calming down after a few more seismic quivers. "Oh, shit," Chris said getting up on his elbows looking at Brunswick. "What the fuck did you just do to me," Chris rasped. He sat up on the edge of the bed and, not being able to control himself, pressed his face against Brunswick and stuck his tongue down his idol's throat. He squeezed Brunswick’s cock, which was engorged and dripping. The man eyes were clouded with drink. He threw Chris on his back and stuck him like a pig. Chris squealed in contentment, letting him rut to his heart's satisfaction. He cast an eye over at Manetti, who was still holding silently inside Andy, but saw Manetti inching his cock ever closer to Andy's furry hole. Chris let Brunswick rock away inside him but gradually swung them both away from Manetti and Andy. He wanted all of Brunswick attention, and undulated madly under the man, distracting him with the seductiveness only his hole could provide. He rubbed the man's chest, running sensual fingers over his nipples, rising up to touch his mouth. He felt the bed give and saw Manetti pick Andy up off the bed. Manetti had swapped hand for dick, his mouth clamped onto Andy's mouth, rocking the kid in the air, pounding mercilessly into the boy like a sack of heavy grain. Andy fully surrender to Manetti, wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, and let him fuck him relentless standing by the door. Manetti’s butt clenched wildly. He was coming to a climax. Brunswick started to shift his head toward the standing pair, but Chris moved his head back and heaved himself forcefully on the man's cock. Brunswick still wanted to know what the noise by the door was. Chris took that moment to make him an offer, "Put your hand in me, Chuck, and jack off if you want." The actor refocused on Chris’ face, realizing this boy would let him do whatever he wanted it. Chris spied Manetti climaxing inside the boy, just as Brunswick slipped his entire hand inside Chris’s rectum and started whacking away. The perverseness of fisting and wanking inside an asshole got him to cum quickly. Only after he felt the final hard thrust of the actor’s fist inside him, then did he allow himself to beat off. It took no time at all; within second shot he shot his wad into Brunswick’s chin. A bead of semen clung to the famous mustache like white snot. Brunswick licked it off with a drunken smile. Brunswick slipped his hand and cock out of Chris, just as Manetti eased Andy softly back on the bed. Brunswick was none the wiser to what had just happened to Andy. Chris let the drunk man roll off him, away from Andy and Manetti, and just laid on his back squinting at the ceiling. "Fuck, baby, you are a real whore, aren’t you?" Brunswick said, closing his eyes. He reached over and pinched one of Chris' fat baby nipples. He licked his mustache once more and relaxed in post coital bliss. Chris brought his spread legs around and turned on his side to attend to Andy. Manetti had got what he wanted but just left the kid laying there in a state of shock. Andy looked dazed, staring at Manetti biohazard tattoo, leaking his toxic cum onto the bed sheets. Chris talked to him quietly in his ear. It was okay. It felt good, didn't it? He then bent down and started sucking Andy's small stiff cock while the young man kept staring at Manetti's belly. Chris slipped a single finger in Andy's hole and started pushing in Manetti's drippings. Within only a few moments Andy's body began to rock to the rhythm of Chris' mouth. Chris used more fingers to swab the sheets gathering more cum, and pushed more of Manetti into the kid’s receptive hole. There was plenty of Manetti’s spooge covering the bed, and Chris used all of it to get his small hand back inside Andy. The moment Chris’ fist entered Andy, Andy's head fell back and he shot a fountain of salty white cum into Chris' mouth. Chris hungrily swallowed every drop. Like milk was the kid's fresh cum. Fresh but not so pure. Brunswick was snoring lightly as they gathered their towels and masks to leave. Manetti opened the nightstand drawer and found a large black dildo the same size as his cock. He bent down, gave it to the kid and spoke quietly in his ear. He could see the kid was wide awake and horned out of his mind. "We got another call to make. Practice on this for the next hour, then come find me and I’ll give you the real deal.” He stuck his tongue in the kid’s open mouth. “You got one of the finest pussies I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck,” he said, with the nastiest grin on his face. Andy beamed, and laid there greasing the dildo, while Brunswick turned to his side to sleep the rest of the night away. ***

4. 249 Station Street, Flushing, Queens Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break, every step you take I’ll be watching you After the massive amount of chem piss Manetti shot into him, there wasn't much more of the night he remembered. He didn't think there was any more filming. Although he was excited thinking he was a star in his first porn video, the actual act of getting fisted and spunked by Manetti was the thing he relished as he woke up. Somehow he'd gotten back to Manetti's apartment. He awoke naked but collarless, a little spaced out about the rest of the evening's events. He rested for a long time on Manetti's futon. A sheet was covering him, but it looked like he had kicked off a blanket. It was already hot in the apartment and it seemed only to be early morning. The VCR clock said seven-oh-three. He felt his butt and found it very wet and greasy. His head felt like shit and he was pretty disoriented, but got up and went to the bathroom. Sitting there, he tried to gather his thoughts. He's pretty sure he got put on a fuckbench and had been ridden by Master Drax and Jamal. His memory was fuzzy. Manetti had opened him up sufficiently for Master Drax to ram his mammoth cock into him, but funny enough he couldn't really remember it. He remembered that Jamal went at him for a long time. He was rough at first but he'd put up little resistance and they soon fell into a hypnotic rhythm that lasted for hours, literally, till the first light of day came into the air shaft. He seemed to remember Jamal pissed in him too. They were like dogs marking their territory, he thought. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but after that things got sketchy. He thought his memory of Master Drax would come back to him, but right now, sitting on the toilet, he couldn't recall anything after Jamal’s pissing. It hurt, that's as much as he could remember of Master Drax. That, and he distinctly remembered Manetti wasn't there. He released a huge volume of piss from his ass, then followed that up with a slew of shit, grease and blood. When he wiped he was alarmed by the multi-colored streaks: red, brown, yellow, pink. But he knew what he'd been in for, so why actually be surprised? His hole felt it was at least twice the size it had been. Actually it felt amazing. He squeeze a couple of times and realized he couldn't completely squeeze it shut. Overall, the lingering thoughts he had from last night was that it was an adventure he was glad he had, especially what he and Manetti shared, but goddamn did he feel like crap now. He staggered out of the bedroom, saw the back of Manetti's head in the kitchen tub, and crawled back in bed. "Hey, Mike," he managed to eke out, talking into his pillow. "Are you coming to bed?" But he was back asleep before he heard any answer. *** The front door erupted with a tremendous pounding. Chris opened one eye and determined, by airshaft light, it was late afternoon. He looked at the VCR: four-ten. The banging began again. "Mike?" he said. "You there?" The third thumping this time was the loudest, longest, and most determined. He pushed himself up and trotted to the front door. He cracked it opened as far as the chain lock would allow to discover two police officers standing there. "Your neighbor called in a complaint about water leaking from your apartment," the older of the two officer said. He was a big, red-headed guy with a flushed face and greying temples. The other officer in back of him had buzz cut and cold green eyes. “He thought the water looked bloody," the officer added. He peered over Chris head and looked alarmed. “What the hell is that?" He pointed his night stick at something behind Chris’ head. Chris turned around and was dumbstruck. Manetti was naked in the bathtub, wrist slashed, lying in a pool of bloody water. "You need to let us in, young man. Unlatch the door," the officer instructed. The buzz cut officer got on his walkie-talkie and called the incident in. They waited as Chris slipped off the security chain. When he opened the door the younger officer said wryly, "You might want to put on some clothes." It took Chris only a second to realize he was standing in front of them naked. His wasn't thinking, obviously. How could he think? He was just now only fully waking up to the horror of the scene. He looked at Manetti, colorless, his eyelids closed. He focused past him and he saw his clothes hanging on the window grate, now dry. He walked woozily over to the window through a puddle of blood-drenched water. No underwear on the grate, he couldn't remember where that was, so he just slipped on his jeans and his t-shirt. He turned around. The two officers had come into the kitchen and the younger one, the buzz cut guy, put two fingers to Manetti’s neck. He shook his head at the other officer. The red-headed officer introduced himself as Officer Bailey. Chris heard words but they were muffled. Mostly he heard he heard his own blood pulsing through his head. He tried to anchor himself by looking intently at what was in front of him. A police officer in his late forties who looked like a little league coach or Scout Master. Open face, a little flabby maybe, but still solid for his age. There was a bit of tomato sauce on his chin. He wondered what the tomato sauce was from. Officer Bailey nodded at the other officer, said his name was Officer Polanski, then he quizzed him, "Mind telling us your name, son, and who this is and what happened?" His question was nothing more than dampened words under a blanket. Officer Bailey saw the blank look on Chris’ face so he slowly repeated the question: "Your name, son, his name, what happened?" It took Chris a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head before he could pull any kind of answer together. "I don't know. My name’s Chris Prior.” He looked back horrified at Manetti. “I just came in from Los Angeles. Last night. This is Mike, Mike Manetti." He stopped in his tracks after saying Manetti's name. He couldn't continue. Didn’t allow himself to think beyond the officer’s question. "You saying you just now seeing this?" Polanski, the second officer, asked skeptically standing by Manetti’s body. Chris put his hands on his forehead trying to process the scene, then said, a half-step behind each word he spoke, "Yeah, I woke up when you knocked.” It was almost as if he was testing the ground with each word to see if they still held up to reality: "I just flew in from LAX last night. I came here to find my brother. This is his boyfriend, roommate. Was his…" He trailed off. Bailey went in the other room to search the apartment putting on latex gloves. Chris heard him responding to his walkie-talkie. Officer Polanski looked around the room. "You here alone 'cept for him?" Chris nodded. "He leave a note?" "I don't know. You know as much as I know. Is there?" They both scanned the room from where they stood. Chris' eyes kept coming back to Manetti. He had no idea what to do, had no clue why this was happening. The wall phone suddenly began ringing loudly making him jump. Chris looked at it as if it was an alien object. He picked it up. “Hello?” he said in a daze. Master Drax spoke to him in a quiet voice, "Are the police with you?" "Yes," Chris said, staring at the ground. "Do whatever they say. Cooperate with them fully. Now say, 'I haven't seen him today.'" Chris repeated, "I haven't seen him today." He gave a sideways glance out the window and saw an outline of a dark figure on the other side of the air shaft. "Don't say anything to anyone. Just keep saying you don’t know anything.” Chris got out tentatively, “O-kay.” “I'll be in touch again." There was a click, then a loud dial tone. Polanski said, "Who was that?" "I think his boss. Wanted to know why he wasn't in." "Why'd you say you hadn't seen him?" Polanski pressed. There was something dark yet familiar about this officer. Chris didn't have many run-ins with cops in Long Beach but Ben had. The area of Long Beach he grew up in was called Dogpatch. It was close to the refineries and the sprawling Los Angeles harbor. It was also an area where convicts were released. The Burger King close to his house was off limits to him growing up. It was a place crawling with ex-cons and their wives and girlfriends, to cops and fights and arrests. Polanski reminded him of the kind of cop that used to harass Ben. Ben had been busted for being underage at a local gay bar when he was sixteen. He was on the cops' radar ever since. Bailey came back in to the kitchen holding Manetti's box of drugs. He had it open, displaying the contents to Chris. He asked if Chris knew anything about it. He said he didn't. He'd just met the guy last night. He just let him crash here but that was all. Polanski scrutinized him. "What are you, kid, fourteen, fifteen…thirteen?" Bailey gave him a back-off look. "What?" he whined to Bailey, "The kid don't have hair down there. So what am I supposed to think? Maybe we need to take him in for a statement then hand him over to Protective Services?" "I'm eighteen," Chris said, trying not to sound indignant, though he was a little embarrassed they saw he was hairless when they caught him naked. "Eighteen, huh," Officer Bailey said, with a raised eyebrow. "And three month, Sir," Chris added, riffling through his wallet to find his driver’s license. He knew officers like the 'Sir' thing, at least that’s what his brother had told him. When Ben was still at home, his brother was always telling him stuff like that. Like always look for an exit, or always have a plan B, which meant nothing to an eight-year-old. Or like always have two answer for any question you’re asked, if you shoot a gun keep firing till it’s empty, don’t ever mix G with alcohol, stay in your room when mom and Carl are high—useless or obvious stuff like that. Hell, for ten years he didn’t even know what G was until last night. "Here's my driver's license. And I don't know anything about this guy’s drugs habits. Maybe he was a dealer. I don’t know." He was emphatic. "I came in late and we went to sleep, and...." "And that’s why," Polanski interjected, "you're just getting up now, at four o’clock. That don't make no sense." "Jet lag," said Chris defensively. Then quickly added, “I guess it’s jet lag. Sir.” "So you come here looking for your brother and you meet this guy..." "We wrote a couple of letters and he said I could stay with them, with him. He told me he was his roommate, boyfriend, whatever." "And he let you stay the night." Polanski had that real prosecutor's attitude he'd seen Ben subjected to in court. "And the next day you wake up, late in the afternoon, answer the door naked as the day you was born, and this guy’s lying in the bathtub with slashed wrist, and you don't know nothin' about nothin'? Come on. You gotta do better than that." Chris looked crestfallen. Things were happening too fast. Last night was a crazy sex party, some of which he couldn’t even remember, and right on the heels of that craziness, this. Officer Bailey saw Chris' consternation. He sympathetically asked how long his brother had been missing. Chris didn't know exactly. Mike, he thought, said something like two weeks. Polanski chimed in, wanted to know if a missing person’s report was filed. Chris didn't know that either. Maybe he should have, he didn't know why he hadn't. He was in California. He looked down dejected, determined not to cry. Officer Bailey watched him carefully. There was something street wise but also pitiful about the kid. "So this guy's boss calls just now," Polanski continued prosecuting his case, "and you tell him you didn't see him today, even though he's sitting in a bathtub dripping blood two feet away. You covering up for something, aren’t ya kid?" "Nick, enough with the third degree. Can't you see the kid's about to lose it? Son,” Officer Bailey squatted down and squeezed Chris’ thin shoulders. “How much money you bring with you?" Chris took out his wallet again, counted out three singles. "When was the last time you ate something. I couldn't help seeing you're skinny as a rail." "Last night Mike made me some soup. Before that I had a cheese sandwich and crackers on the plane. I don't have a plan B. I know that's stupid. I'm a big, stupid moron, but honest, officer, I don't know about any of this.” Chris pointed at Manetti. “It's the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen. And I really didn’t even know the guy." Chris felt a crippling heartbreak hiding his true feelings about Manetti, how he so callously pushed aside how he really felt about him so quickly. Like he was talking trash like this, with him in the bathtub, right there. He prayed Manetti couldn’t hear him. What a fake and a jerk he was, how right his dad was about how worthless he was. Tears welled up and ran down his face, but he refused to acknowledge them and simply let them roll off his cheeks. He wanted Ben. He needed him now more than ever. He also wanted to go and throw his arms around Mike, wake him up, shake him, hit him, but instead he felt frozen in place, a sniveling little coward. "Listen," Officer Bailey said, sitting Chris at the kitchen table. Chris stared at the back of Manetti's head. "No, look at me, son." He turned the chair away from the tub. "You're not in trouble, but you are a witness. And there’s at least this stash of drugs in this apartment. Detectives will be here soon and take over the case. They'll do a full sweep, turn everything upside down. The coroner’s also coming and will take out the body. So you can't stay here, see? Do you have anywhere you can go? A relative? Maybe one of your brother's other friends?" Chris looked out the air shaft debating whether to talk about Master Drax. He noticed Polanski wasn't in the room. He decided that bringing up Master Drax or the place across the air shaft would be a bad avenue to go down with someone like Polanski. "Hey, Don, come take a look," Polanski called from the other room. Chris heard his own voice on tape rambling energetically, "And I want to get fucked in the gas station toilet. I want that fat turd, Duke, the owner, to fuck me from behind while I'm licking the urinal. You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul." Chris came into the bedroom to see Polanski looking through the camera's viewfinder. Polanski rewound the tape a bit and hit play, and Manetti's and Chris' raunchy sex played out of the tinny speaker, no visuals needed. Polanski shut it off. "Doesn't look like you went to sleep right after you got here, pal," Polanski said. "Care to revise your story?" *** Chris totally bailed on Manetti. Said he tricked him to take drugs he didn't want. It wasn't entirely untrue, and he pressed how he was tied up and not at all into it until the drugs kicked in, and then he kind of went crazy. Bailey and Polanski could see that if they looked at the whole tape, which would be really humiliating, but at least it would show he wasn't a willing participant. Polanski wasn't buying it, but with Bailey, there at least was a strand of sympathy. "That why you don't have any hair? He did that to you in the sling when you were tied up?" Chris nodded. "Shitty pervert. So Nick," he said to Polanski, "look what the kid went through. He's out here by himself, don't know where the hell his brother is, run's into this dealer who tricks him, gets him high, ties him up, does God knows what else to him besides shaving him, and wakes up to find the guy who tied him up dead. The perv probably knocks himself off in some last act of conscience for what he done, and you're ready to lock the kid up for trusting this low-life scum. Anyway, look, it’ll be the detectives’ problem in a couple of in a half hour. All’s I'm saying is the kid's been through enough without us piling on him." Polanski frowned. "Yeah,” he looked the kid up and down, “well, maybe there's something to his story." He seemed a little ashamed. "But where does that leave the kid?" Bailey thought for a long moment before he said, "Well, I'm helping you out while you and Molly work things out.” Polanski looked embarrassed. “You're camping out in Tony’s room while my spoiled kid’s off in Europe. He could stay with us for at least a day or two since Kitty and Eddie are at the shore with her ma. He can have Eddie's room. Boy,” he said to Chris, who looked back at him with a spark of hope, “hate to say it, but you look like could use a bath and a couple of hot meals. I don't see how that puts us out any, Nick." Chris looked at the two men expecting Polanski to reject the idea flat out. He looked the type who’d be a real douche bag. "What about the tape?” Polanski asked. “It's pretty incriminating.” "What tape? I didn't see no tape," Bailey said innocently. He looked at Chris, who finally cracked a smile, "Did you see any tape, son?" Polanski pursed his lips, then gave in, shrugging his shoulders. He definitely let Bailey do the thinking. That suited Chris just fine. Bailey seemed like the first nice guy he met in New York since he got here. "We're square then. So, Chris," Officer Bailey said bringing out his wallet, "Here's ten bucks. Go to get some pizza down on Saint Marks or whatever.” He added conspiratorially, “But I'm telling you, Saint Mark’s pizza is the best pizza in New York. Then you catch the seven train out to Flushing. Here's my address." Bailey wrote out the address on his notepad and handed it to Chris. "I’m right across from where the train lets you off. Me and Nick, that is, Officer Polanski, we get off duty in an hour. We should be wrapped up here and back at my house by seven. Think you can get to us around then?" Chris nodded, he definitely could. He thanked Bailey, gratefully pumped his fleshy hand. He even shook Polanski's hand. He found his shoes and began putting them on. He still felt like a fuckhead betraying Manetti, but what was he supposed to do? He certainly didn't have a plan once Manetti offed himself. As he was tying his shoelaces, he wondered why Manetti did it, wondered if something happened after he blacked out. The drugs really fucked him good. As he picked up his gym bag, he flashed on the fact that even the small amount Manetti first slammed him with, he couldn't recollect when Manetti putting a dog collar on him. That was fucked up shit. He swore that was last time he’d ever slam. He saw keys on a hook next to the door, pocketed them, and then left the officers to do whatever they do in these types of incidences. He look back one last time at Manetti who, lying there in the tub, looked almost peaceful. *** Saint Mark's pizza was probably the best pizza he'd ever eaten. He ate two slices and drank a soda, then ordered a third slice. He downed it all while sitting on a stool looking out the window at all the people go by. In one corner of the pizzeria, a TV blared a local news station running a clip of President Reagan giving a speech at the U.N., followed by a traffic report about all the gridlock the president was causing, then ran a local news item about a manhunt in progress upstate. It was just noise that he easily ignored, and instead watched the spectacle out the window. What a bunch of freaks! Punk rockers were all over the place with their spikey Mohawks and safety pins in their noses. Tourist would come up and take pictures of them, then they’d chase the tourist and demand money. Most of the time the tourist paid except one guy in a cowboy hat refused and a fight broke out. A cop came over and broke things up. On the subway, the New York circus continued. An old man in an ascot held onto a subway strap in one hand and clutched a blind Chihuahua in the other; several ladies were touching up their heavy makeup in compacts; grannies in scarves with full shopping carts jabbered away in a foreign language; a group of drunk sailors in white sailor suits piled in and got off when he did at Forty Second Street. He transferred to the train to Flushing. There was graffiti all over everything, the connecting tunnels, the trains, even every single support beam had initials or a little drawing on it. The sailors reminded him of the graffiti in the abandoned building, then he thought of Manetti and started feeling low. After two stops on the Flushing train, a group of homeboys boarded the subway car with their boombox playing earsplitting rap music and started break dancing. They were really good. Spinning on their heads, using the poles in the middle of the cars to swing around, doing complete flips in the moving car. Before they got off they passed around a cap and he put a dollar in it. The boy who passed around the cap said thanks, bro, and held out his hand for a high-five. He high-fived him and that made him feel good. A couple of stations later four older black men got on and started harmonizing a familiar Motown song. Their harmonies and phrasing were perfect. The man he gave a dollar to blessed him and put his hand on his shoulder. Boy, New Yorkers, at least the brothers he saw, were really talented and super nice. As the train went on, fewer people got on. He followed the stops on the sign over the windows, counting down to the last stop. There was only maybe a dozen people when the train finally pulled in. One older Spanish lady was talking to herself vacantly looking out the window. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Chris guessed she was probably homeless, clutching her paper bag of valuable. He slipped two of his last dollars into her hand. She stopped talking for a second, looked up at him and said, Dios te bendiga, then went back to talking to herself. Or maybe she was praying. The platform clock pointed to a little after nine. He knew he dawdled coming here, and the train ride was much longer than he expected, but he was still surprised how late it was. The quiet street was dark, but finding the house was easy, especially because there was a hand-carved sign on the corner of the garage that said “The Bailey’s.” The big two-story house with little basement windows he guessed was a typical house for the neighbor, but he wasn't used to staying in anything so nice. To Chris it seemed like he was walking up to a mansion. He rang the bell and Officer Bailey answered. It was strange to see him in yellow boxer shorts and no shirt, but of course it was a warm night and he wouldn't always be walking around in his uniform. “Really nice house, Officer Bailey,” said Chris, as the older man ushered him in. Chris tried to keep his eyes up, but there was definitely a big packages swinging in those boxers. Bailey was a big bear of a man, not really muscly, but very solid. He had a large pillowy chest covered in reddish-brown fur, a tattoo of a lion on his shoulder, a cobweb sketched on his elbow, and a barbwire band around his left bicep. Chris tried to steer his mind away from how sexy his thought this daddy-type cop was. They entered the living room where a Yankees-Red Sox game was playing on a huge TV. He thanked the officer again for letting him stay, but Bailey interrupted him saying to call him Don, and pointed at Polanski sprawled on the sectional sofa in his boxer shorts too, saying “and that cocksucker is Nick.” "Yo," Polanski said curtly, and went back to watching the game. Polanski shirtless was a real piece of work. Both of his arms were covered in full sleeves, and there was very little that wasn’t inked on his chest and legs. His neck too was covered. What bothered Chris was that almost all of the ink, beside a few motorcycle-riding skeletons and smoking devils, was about white power and swastikas. He had to acknowledge, though, Polanski’s body was hot. He was built like a boxer, not huge, not particularly tall, but also not an ounce of body fat on him. His head was dark from short-cropped black hair. He lounged with one arm cradled behind his head showing off a sprawling pit of black hair. He smoked a cigar and scratched his shorts a lot revealing, Chris thought purposefully though he never looked at Chris, his big pecker. Several empty beer cans litter the coffee table. Both the men look well on their way to getting pretty sloshed. Don and Chris stood behind the sectional and followed the game for a couple of minutes. A warm night breeze came in from sliding glass door and the vertical blinds slapped together noisily under the din of the game. Don asked him if he wanted a beer, and Chris cheerfully accepted. Don said there was Popeye’s Chicken on the counter and plenty of beer in the fridge, that he should just help himself, that they were very informal here which was pretty obvious as he pointed to himself and Nick. Chris put down his bag and strolled into the kitchen. He’d never seen a kitchen as nice as this. Expensive looking pink marble was everywhere, rich redwood cabinets lined all the walls, and recessed lighting lit the room dramatically like it was a movie set. There were fluorescent lights but they weren’t turned on, just the spot lights over the marble counter and little lights under the cabinets. Big copper refrigerator and stove matched each other, as did the copper dishwasher. Even the sink was copper. It didn’t seem to fit Don, but maybe his wife was in charge of decorating. He piled his plate with chicken and a big heap of warm fries. He came back with his plate and beer, happily sitting crossed-legged at the coffee table, watching the game with the two men. Through a couple of innings, his opinion of Polanski didn’t improved, because as the game went on Polanski kept swearing racial names at the black players. Chris was too familiar with these kinds of asshole that grew up around him and did his best to only pay attention to the game, the food, and how nice Don was. At the end of the fifth, Don picked up Chris' finished plate. When he bent down he noticed Chris’ stink, and suggested he should probably wash up before bed. Bailey said his room—Eddie's room—was in the middle of the hall. Nick was in Tony's room at the far end, and the master bedroom was at the top of the stairs. The guest bathroom was right across from his room. Chris chugged that last of his beer, got up and thanked Don again for letting him stay, and also for the ten bucks. He said he had a couple bucks left but Bailey waved him off. He thanked him also for the beer and also for the chicken. Don interrupted, said enough with the thanks. Thanks enough, he kidded him, would be not to have a stinky bum in the house. Chris was a little embarrassed, but scurried excitedly upstairs with his gym bag to find Eddie’s room. His jaw literally dropped open when he entered the room. He looked around, thinking, what a life Eddie must lead! Soccer, swim, and baseball trophies were everywhere; posters of race cars and football players lined the wall; and a big Madonna poster was taped to his closet. The kid even had his own cassette stereo system with huge speakers and tons of neatly filed tapes. He didn't think cops made so much money. Eddie was so lucky! This rich kid even had his own color TV, a VCR, and Atari console, with Super Pac Man and Donkey Kong boxes stacked on the TV. He hoped he'd have some time to play them. On Eddie’s dresser, a framed Little League picture showed him holding a bat over his shoulder. He looked a little shorter than Chris and a whole lot younger, twelve maybe. He had blond hair like he did, and striking blue eyes, but what stood out the most to Chris was that he had a smile so confident and winning it literally beamed out of the frame. There were other pictures of him along the walls: him on the pitcher’s mound, mid-kick in the air making a soccer goal, him and his older brother with their ski masks up at a ski lodge, him and his family at the castle at Disney world. This guy had it all. The only thing that was weird was that the man in the Disney photo sort of looked like Don, but not really, but the photo was taken from far away so the family was really small. Mainly the picture was of the castle. Chris set his faded green gym bag on the dresser next to the photo. Looking around the spotless room, with its royal blue shag carpeting, and purple high gloss walls, and white wooden shudders, he felt his gym bag was probably the dirtiest, dingiest thing in here, well, except for maybe himself. Chris crossed the hall, dropped his jeans and t-shirt on the bathroom floor. The shower was all glass and polished metal. He got the temperature to where it was nice and hot, then relished the multiple jets washing over him. It was probably the best shower he was ever in. Jets sprayed him not only from the top, but also at his sides. He was sure he stank and was grateful Don made a joke out of it. He took up the soap and really scrubbed himself down. There was some shampoo in the stall and he used that too. When he rinsed his hair he saw the soapy water turn yellow, and that made him think of Manetti. He put his back to the jets and just hung there for a while as the water flowed over him. There was a knock on the door. He called out, “Yes?” He climbed out the shower feeling not only had he washed his last month of California off his skin, but also the last twenty-four hours as well. Don rapped again and came in. He looked Chris over while Chris grabbed a bath towel off a hook. Don closed the door behind him, and said he was going to start a load of wash before the game ended. The crystal glass he held showed he had switched over to drinking whiskey, and as the man swayed, Chris smirked to himself thinking the cop would never be able to pass a sobriety test. Chris ran the towel over his legs, feeling a little self-conscious being stared at naked, but the man already had seen him that way, and besides he was a dad and policeman, so he just continued wiping himself off with his towel. The cop said he couldn't help notice Chris' clothes could use a wash, hoped he didn't mind, but he'd already thrown the clothes from his gym bag in the washer and thought he'd just pick up these and toss them in too. "What'll I wear," Chris protested as he towel dried his hair. He saw Don looking at his pits and crotch. "Boy that perv shaved you within an inch of your life,” he said. He ran a hand over Chris’ shaved pit. “Truth is, without the wife and kids here, me and Nicky walk around naked most of the time.” He winked, and wobbled unsteady out the door with the last of Chris’ clothes. Chris quickly scoured Eddie's room and realized, even though he was small, he wasn't going to fit in some twelve-year-old’s clothes. He didn’t relish the idea of being naked. Maybe around Don he would, but Polanski was a turn off. He didn’t have many options though. He slinked down the hallway to see if there was something to wear in Nick/Tony's room but it was locked. He creeped to the staircase and saw the lights were off, and the sliding glass door was shut. Don’s bedroom door was ajar with blue TV light seeping through the crack. “Hey, kiddo,” Don called out, “we’re finishing the game in here.” Chris went in and found Don and Nick lying completely naked on the king size bed. They both sat up against the headboard, each with a glass of whiskey in their hands. Don certainly had a massive package. His reddish-brown fur extended to a dark brown swath of pubic hair, with a large semi-erect boner pointing straight out. "Bottom of the ninth, New York’s up by two," Don summarized, as if it were perfectly natural two grown men to always watch a Yankee game naked together on a king size bed. "C’mere, tiger, sit by your ol’ man.” “Yeah. C’mon, sport,” said Polanski, padding the space between them. His Polish sausage hung over two large smooth balls. The cock had a distinctive bend to it, like a large banana. His body was smooth but his crotch was covered, hip bone to pronounced hip bone, by the most substantial amount of the long, black public hair he’d ever seen. “Uncle Nick’s not going to bite.” He paused a beat. “Unless you want him to. Rarrr.” The two men laughed, then as a full count was announced, their attention drifted back to the game. “Swear to God, if that spade lets him walk I’m throwing my fuckin' drink at the fucker.” The umpire called a final ball, and the batter tossed his bat, trotting to first. Polanski, true to his word, flung the glass at the TV. The shattered glass broke violently with whiskey running down the screen. It made Chris flinch, but Don didn’t seem to care. The man again gestured to Chris to come sit next to him. Chris climbed over Polanski’s tattooed legs, and Polanski put a hand on his smooth young ass and gave him a sharp slap. “Woo-ee, who’s not stinky boy anymore? Swear to God boy, you were as smelly as a sewer pipe, and we’re pretty familiar with sewer pipes, ain’t we Donny?” “There he is,” said Don, as Chris settled next to him. The man draped his arm over his bony shoulders. “Fresh as new born baby. Boy, you do clean up nicely, doesn’t he Nicky?” He ran his hand through Chris’ wet hair. “Sure does. Fresh as a daisy.” Nick leaned to get close to his skin and inhaled deeply. “Fresh as a sweet Sunday morning.” "Give your old man a hug like you do when your ma's not home." Chris looked briefly from man to man, deciding whether to play along. He decided. "That's it, kiddo," Don said wrapping his thick arms around the boy. "You're too skinny, except in some new places." He reached down and grabbed Chris' cock. Chris jumped a little, was weirded out but still kind of getting excited. The man was a big furry bear, and his fleshy chest had surprisingly hard muscle underneath. He felt Polanski creep up behind him. His hand went between Chris' butt cheeks and started pressing against his hole. Polanski said, "Eddie sure feels like he's growing up, don't he Daddy Don? Feels like he might even turn out to be a man someday." Polanski stopped as his finger slipped easily into Chris’ anus. "Ah, man, you gotta feel this pussy, Don. That don't feel like virgin pussy, does it to you Officer Bailey?" They both put a finger in Chris' hole. "That most definitely does not feel like virgin pussy." Both men laughed. Chris was actually getting hard, but then there was the sharp crack of a ball being hit. Both men looked over at the game, completely abandoned Chris' sphincter, and leaned forward in bed, crying, No-no-no-no. The batter sent the ball to center-right and it went over the wall. Three men came charging around the bases and the game was over. Don exasperated, got up and went to a fancy bar cart next to the TV and refilled his drink. "You're cleaning that up in the morning," he said to Polanski pointing at the broken glass on the carpet. "Nother one?" Polanski asked if there was another glass. Don went in the master bath and came back with one. He poured Polanski his drink, and said to Chris, "I'd give you one, Edward, but I have a bone to pick with you, young man.” He looked at Chris with mock seriousness. Chris couldn't tell if Don was just drunk or if he was into some serious role play. He guessed role play but wasn't one hundred percent sure. "Eddie, Eddie. Eddie Spaghetti," he said in mock consternation. "I want you to tell me and Uncle Nick about this". He picked up Chris' gym bag that had been sitting on the carpet next to the bar cart. He reached inside and brought out Manetti box of drugs and set it delicately on the cart next to the whiskey and vodka bottles. "Edward Hunter Bailey, I want the truth now. Where did you get these?" he asked, flipping the lid and pulling out three loaded needles. Chris was taken aback. He'd taken that from Manetti's? Was he serious? What kind of cop was he? And was he supposed to be Eddie responding to this, or himself, Chris? He ad-libbed innocence, "Wh-what is that, dad?" "You tell me, son. It's in your bag." "I've never seen them before. What is it?" "Good question, Eddie. Let's see. Officer, please restrain my son." With that, Polanski grabbed Chris' arms and pinned him face down, ass up, in the bed. "Now, boy, don't struggle or Uncle Nick is going to seriously send you into a world of pain." Chris felt his right arm being forced agonizingly up his back. He stopped moving and let Bailey pull out his free arm. The man flipped over his forearm, and he felt the needle go. In less than a minute he felt his body become flush again with heat. Polanski let him go and he rolled to his side, letting the drug roll over him. Fuck, it wasn't fair, was his last fully conscious thought, but then he was horny all over again, and he knew he was totally going to give into these men. As the drug took him over, he wanted them to. More and more he wanted daddy bear and the nazi to corrupt him. While the crystal coursed through his body, igniting his groin, he ran his hands over his cock and inserted fingers in ass. There was a wash of background noise, but he was solely focused on his hole and how empty if felt. He heard Don ask Polanski if he want it in the arm or neck? "Neck," said Polanski, "it's been a long time." Chris was feeling really energized. He popped got up and paced a little holding his arm in the air, then sat against the headboard to watch Don shoot Polanski up. A new, bent fascination had been born in him. Rather than shying away from needles, he became riveted by them. He’d never seen or even imagined someone shooting up in their neck. He couldn't even conceive of how that must feel, but he wanted to see Polanski do it. Polanski laid on his side at the edge of bed and Bailey knelt beside him. Between two zigzag SS's on Polanski’s neck, Bailey found a thick vein, stuck him, registered some blood, then slowly sent the liquid directly into Polanski's brain. When Don pulled out, Polanski pressed his neck with his finger and rolled onto his back. The man said nothing but his eyes popped open and rolled back in his head, his bent cock drool a shitload of pre-cum. Only the whites showed in his eyes and his lids fluttered. He was spasming slightly. Chris ran his hand through the man’s field of black pubes. It was like silk, yards and yards of fine silk. Polanski breathing was rapid and he responding to Chris’ touch with deep moans. He guided Chris’ head to his cock and Chris started working on it, adjusting his angle so he could deep throat the man’s massively curved cock. While Chris sucked the incapacitated man, Don prepped himself with a tourniquet around his thick bicep, found a suitable vein on the front of his forearm, rocked the needle till blood flooded the chamber, then slammed. He fell back on Chris’ hip and, through heaving breath, pulled Chris off of Polanski and crushed him beneath his weight. Chris was pinned but the heavy body actually felt erotic. Pinned, he squirmed obscenely, all skin, no hair, against all hair and rolling flesh. With enormous effort, Bailey rolled to his side bringing Chris along with him. They faced each other running their hands along chests and cocks, a study in opposites, Bailey pressing his fur against the boy, Chris rubbing his smooth skin across the man. Polanski rolled himself to the side was again sticking a finger, then two into Chris' hole. Chris pushed back against his hand and wiggled his ass till he had three fingers in him. "Baby boy, go down on daddy," Bailey said pushing Chris' head down to his crotch. Bailey was a big bear in every way. His fleshy dick was half hard and as Chris went down to suck it, Polanski had his mouth all over Chris' hole, getting it wet and ready to be fucked. The scent of wet cock sent Chris into a frenzy. It was difficult to differentiate what he wanted more, to give head to Bailey or get fucked by Polanski. Bailey decided for him. He rolled on his back and said he wanted baby bear to ride daddy bear's Big Bad Cock. Chris straddled the large man and fed his cock into his wet hole. Polanski was quick to follow the hole he desperately wanted. After Bailey had penetrated Chris, with Chris making obscene noises of pleasure, Polanski set his cock against Bailey's and with every stroke Bailey took, he got his cock in to double dick Chris. Chris' noises of pleasure turned to distressing pain, but again, somehow he enjoyed the distress. He quickly learned to stay stationary as the two men simultaneous pushed in and pulled out. By staying still they could go deeper, and did. At one point with too much motion, Polanski fell out. He immediately pushed himself back in and punished Chris by smacking ass. Chris cried out but pushed his ass deeper onto the men’s cocks. It felt precarious, that they had to work so hard to sustain the position, but it was a position that pleased everyone. Bailey and Polanski were sexually aroused rubbing their cocks against one another, and Chris relished the feeling of being torn apart by the girth of two men at the same time inside him. Their passion built on one another, as the drugs wiped their minds, they became feral animals clawing at each other, rutting in pleasure, nails going into backs, pelts of brown and black fur pressed into a smooth, hairless hole. Bailey and Chris made out while they fucked, and Polanski slapped Chris’ ass with increasing violence. Polanski rambled in Chris’ ear how he was going to take is night stick and rape his with it, ram it up the kid’s ass, how he’d take his gun and make Chris give it head. He started fingering Chris’ the tip of Chris hard dick, trying to get a finger down his piss slit. He said he was going to arrange to have Chris sent to prison to be gang raped. “Would you like that, would you like that, boy?” he breathed into Chris’ ear. Chris readily agreed. Whatever Polanski wanted he’d submit to him. The flow from Polanski’s imagination was unceasing. Somewhere during his description of being his prison bitch, it triggered something in Bailey and he nutted. Polanski was on another level entirely, rutting and heaving, not anywhere on this planet, just a mass of sensations and vile thought, desperately wanting to tear Chris apart. After Bailey emptied the last of his spooge, he started going flaccid and with Polanski pile driving into Chris, his dick soon fell out. Chris also settled down and let Polanski fuck him with ever increasing intensity. He laid on Bailey's chest while the big man stroked his hair. It was an intense combination. Bailey running soothing fingers over his head while Polanski tore angrily into his ass. Polanski had kept up smacking the shit out of the kid's ass, and as the beating became harder, the cracks louder, the more Bailey cooed and shushed Chris' stifled grunts and cries. Still, through it all Chris remained hard. Welts were forming on his ass as Bailey pulled his face down into his neck. Chris felt the bristles on Bailey's neck, and heard Bailey telling him he was alright, that it would soon be over. Chris let himself go limp falling onto Bailey, and in the background the white noise of the post-game wrap up morphed into the local Eyewitness News. The manhunt continued, said the anchor, for two convicts who had escaped from upstate New York four days ago. Bailey kept stroking the boy's hair. The men had escaped through the facility's sewage treatment center dressed as workers. Polanski slipped his arm around Chris' neck. Bailey’s mind drifted off, he repeated his cooing words to Chris. The two men were believed to have crossed into Canada. Canadian officials had cordoned off an area near the border where the two men were believed to be. Polanski wrapped his arm tighter against Chris’ throat, cutting off his airway. Chris started struggling on top Bailey and bucking against Polanski's body. Polanski mindlessly fucked the kid's hole edging closer to cumming the harder Chris struggled. It was a nasty cycle: the more Chris struggled, the harder Polanski increased his hold around his neck. Chris' hole was clenching like crazy trying to spit out Polanski, but instead is was making Polanski cock engorge larger every time it was squeezed. Chris flew into a frenzy to try to get him off and to break his hold. He rasped audibly, and in one long final lunge, Polanski was set free. He spewed ropes of cum deep into the quaking boy. He pulled Chris' head as far back as it would go. The boy's tongue lolled out, his eyes bulged, and he involuntarily released an enormous orgasm spilling buckets of cum onto Bailey pubes. His eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttered, then all movement ceased. Everything went black, his body went limp, and Chris no longer struggled. 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Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

My favorite part of getting fucked bareback is getting my ass turned into a wet sloppy hole with cum slowly oozing out. This way, I have a load in me, and a loose hole that says I had a good time.

skater guys are always so fucking hot and then to add partying and fucking with one. sounds like a great time to me.