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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,

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my master who I first made contact on here will be breeding and pozzing me very soon, i rcvd a message today from him confirming he will he stated that all as previously requested that he will instruct me to attend upon him and once in his presence I will be put in a position that it will be impossible for me to back out/escape the scenario envisaged is as follows 1.i receive a order to arrive in his presence, i will be in male attire, but wearing underneath waist clincher to portray my breasts, suspenders and stockings I will remove my male attire, he will hood me, then put a jockstrap on me as female hormones now has me totally impotent now and the only things that erect me are having raw cock in me and especially a poz cock so in order to prevent any ejaculation by myself he will make sure my cock fully erect then tie off with a stocking at base and testicles so tight that it cannot go soft or ejaculate once tied, i will be placed face down on bed, arms and legs spread then firmly tied the n pillow supports under my stomach to raise me rear to his desired and comfort level for entry and ease of access to my kunt for his highly toxic cock once he is happy with access to this whores hole he w ill insert a tooth brush and scrub till bleeding then he will put on his cruel condom,lift my hood to show me the blood on the brush and the cruel condom on his death weapon once seen hood back on,then commence to enter and fuck his whore,he is aware of the damage a cruel condom can inflict so he will monitor its use and if becoming too severe will remove it and when his cock bleeding re enter my kunt he will edge as long as possible I have to continually plead and beg for his hvl. non med load to be fucked into me you bet I will he will be highly verbal as he fucks me once his wonderful highly toxic seed in me I shall thank him profusely all will be recorded the whole scenario to be repeated a fortnight later to ensure I become his aids whore

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 4 -- Ben gets pozzed Parker left my birthday celebration last weekend with some older muscle guy, and didn't come back to the apartment that night. The next day, he said he had the fuck of his life, but wouldn't elaborate. I was definitely jealous. A little about me: I'm what you'd call a twink -- blonde hair, about 5'8", 140 lbs, with a big 9" cock. But I'm a total bottom. I've let so many college guys fuck me the past few years, I can take almost any cock. But always safe, condoms only. Parker was acting really strange for the next few days following my birthday. I wondered if it had something to do with the muscle guy.... what was his name? Jared? Josh? John.. that's it, John. I'd never been attracted to muscle daddies, but maybe I was missing out on something. John did look pretty hot -- and Parker said his cock was big. I wonder if he's on any of the dating apps. I logged onto Grindr, started scrolling through, and sure enough -- I think I found him. A few miles away, there was 40-something muscle torso top profile, with the name J. Me: Hey, what's up? J: Horny, you? Me: Same J: Pics? I sent him pics of my ass, my face, my cock. J: nice. You've got a huge cock, but I'm only interested in your ass. You free? Me: yea. pics? A few pics later and I confirmed it was John. Muscle torso, big cock, and then there was one picture -- his cock, bare, fucking some twink. Me: hot pics -- but I only play safe. J: you don't like cum in your ass? Me: never had it. J: I only fuck bare, sorry man. Hmm. What do I say next? I was really horny. Did Parker let this guy fuck him bare? Did he cum inside him. Me: what's your status? J: Positive. J: But I'll pull out if you want. What the fuck, I thought. Parker let a guy with HIV fuck him? At this point, I was really curious. The guy was hot, Parker clearly loved the sex, and he said he'd pull out. With my hole twitching, I responded: Me: Can I come over? ----- 30 minutes later John answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I've always been attracted to leaner guys, and the young college guys, but one look at his giant pecs and my cock was hard. John picked me up, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. He spent the next 20 minutes exploring my mouth, my ass, and licking my entire body. He took all 9 inches of my cock in his mouth, this man knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, you know how to suck a cock," I said. "Call me daddy," John said. "Ok, daddy." "You want daddy to fuck your boy hole?" John asked. "yes daddy." I said. "You want daddy's poz cock in your ass?" John asked. What the fuck, I thought -- but that thought was fleeting. At this point, I was so turned on, I needed his cock. "Yes daddy," I said. "You're not going to make daddy wear a rubber, are you?" John said. "No. I want daddy's cock bare." Here I was, a 20-year-old college boy who'd only ever been fucked safe, with my legs up around the shoulders of this muscle daddy who was about to slide his big poz cock in my ass, and I wanted it. "But you'll pull out, right?" I said. "Yes boy, if you ask," John said. He spent 30 minutes fucking me gently on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful, and how tight my ass felt around his poz cock. He then fucked my on my stomach and jack-hammered away. He brought me to my knees and fucked me harder. My ass felt loose, sloppy, and I was in heaven. He flipped me over and really picked up the pace, I was so close to shooting my load, but I didn't really want him to cum in me... or did I? "I'm getting close boy." John said. "Last chance." "Don't pull out yet, I need to cum." I said. "I'm either pulling out right now and we're done, or I'm going to breed you, boy." John said. "Fine, cum inside me, just don't stop." I said "Tell me you want it," John said. "I want your cum inside me." I said. "Tell me you want my poz cum inside your faggot boy pussy." John said "I want your poz cum inside my faggot boy pussy." I said. At this point, I was desperate, I was so close, I was so lost in the moment. "Tell me you want me to wreck your fucking boy cunt and poz your ass." John said. "Poz my ass. Wreck my boy cunt." I screamed. Then I shot my load everywhere. As I realized what was happening, I started to panic. "No wait, pull out, pull out, don't cum inside me." "Too late, I've already cum inside you twice, and you're about to get a third poz load up your ass." John tensed up, and this time, I felt like cock erupt inside me. He abruptly pulled out, and walked into the shower. What the hell had just happened? I lay in his bed, crying, full of regret, but also still hard while I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out, slut." John said. I started to cry, I had just let this man put his poz cum in my ass, and he was kicking me out. "Oh what, you thought just because I came inside you, you could spend the night? Once I poz a guy, I don't fuck him again. We're done." Visibly sobbing at this point, I started to pick up my clothes and get dressed. I was shaking, I was scared, I felt vulnerably, weak and dumb. "Awe, it's okay baby. I don't fuck poz guys, but many men will. You'll still find some guys desperate enough to use your boy hole." John said. "Ok fine, you can stay the night, but only if I get to fuck you again, right now, and you tell me what you want." John said. "After tonight though, I won't ever touch you again." I didn't know what else to do at this point, so I turned to him, wrapped my hands around him, and said "I want your poz cock." He threw me on the bed, slid his cock in me, and started slowly fucking me again. "Wait," I said. "Did you poz Parker?" "No. I like him, in fact, I might fall in love with him. You're just some dumb college slut I wanted turn into a poz pussy boy." I shot my load everywhere. Again. Fuck.

Part 8 I was so ready, wanted, no, craved Chris's AIDS. My eyes never leaving his door as I approached it. My feet, for some reason seeming to hardly move, like walking through deep sand. I was almost in another world, my mind focused on just one thing and one thing only, CHRIS'S COCK AND HIS AIDS CUM. My breathing was uneven as I neared his door. I was almost gasping from the effort to get there. My mind, still screaming at me to run away, but I was not heeding it. I wanted that diseased cock in me, destroying my hole and filling me with his death seed, his highly toxic AIDS cum. Infusing my whole body with it and making me a killing machine, too. I could even picture my sweet wonderful bf, taking my cock and cum deep in his torn up hole. He would not even know what I was doing till long after it was done, after I had filled him over and over with Chris's AIDS in me entering him. I finally made it to the door. It seemed like the walk from my car had taken an hour. I think I was still putting it off, even knowing I was not going to stop until my ass was full of hot toxic cum. As I reached out to ring the bell, the door swung open and the punk I has seen entering as I arrived was coming out. He smirked at me and then said, "You must be the entertainment Chris has been talking about all night long?" He looked me up and down, leering and licking his lips. He said, "Go on in. Chris is almost in a frenzy worried that you might chicken out. I have to go run an errand, but I'll be back in a little while to fuck that sweet ass, too. I love infecting cute little twinks like you and making them into AIDS whores." He headed down the street, then, and I stepped into the apartment. I turned and closed the door on more than the outside, closed my past safe life and was now entering into what I knew would be my complete and utter degradation and new life of AIDS. As I turned from the door into the room I was immediately was grabbed in a bear hug by Chris. He was naked and I could see almost every bone in him standing out from his gauntness as he stepped back to look me up and down. He nodded and said, "I worried but not much, as I knew you could not resist my AIDS cock and cum. I knew it was in your head and calling you here from the first time we met." I could not even speak as I knew my voice would squeak. He then told me, "Get those clothes off and let's get to it. You know you don't want to wait. You hear my AIDS cum calling in your head to come and get it." I stripped-off my clothes right there. As I did so Chris commented "I see you didn't even bring any of that damn paperwork in with you. We can take care of that later. I want your cute ass right now, before anyone else gets here and, yes, I asked my four buddies to come over. We're all going to fill you full to overflowing with our nice beautiful AIDS cum. When you leave today, you will be infected, just like you want and crave." My cock was almost ready to burst as he talked. By the time all my clothes were off and in a pile on the floor, my cock was stiffer than I think it had ever been. Chris grabbed me in another bear hug. For a guy who looked so thin and wasted I was surprised at his strength. He practically dragged me to his bedroom, even though he didn't have to as I would have run there or even crawled to get there. His fantastic looking cock was all I could look at and I could hear it calling for my ass in my head. I wanted his cock. My ass was made for his cock. My ass wanted to be full of Chris' toxic AIDS cum. I felt like screaming in excitment, however, within seconds Chris and I were laying next to each other in bed. It was time for my undoing, forever. It was tIme for me to become a total AIDS breeding zone.

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!”

Part 9 - Old Rivals Daniel had slept until 8am before he started to wake up and stretching his body in bed, laid there for a moment looking up at the ceiling fan silently spinning away without a care in the world, for the first time in ages he felt the same way. He walked in to the bathroom over to the cabinet above the sink, opening it he took out and opened the small white plastic pill container. Tipping out one pill he popped it into his mouth and filled a glass with water before gulping the pill easily down, replacing the cap he put the container back in the cabinet. Ever since he found out that Greg played the field he decided to start taking prep behind his back, he wasn't overly concerned about hiv but he was not going to risk it with the amount of one nighters Greg was having, especially if one of them had an untreatable strain. He jumped in to the shower to freshen up. Dressed he strode in to the lounge to find his mother on the veranda taking coffee. He walked out to join her asking what she was working on as papers lie strewn across the table. She sat back showing Daniel the plans for the LA hotel, his mother worked with the designers on the concepts for all the hotels décor and ambience. She told Daniel of her trip back to LA later today to meet with the designers tomorrow morning as they were flying in. They were deep in discussion when Sofie appeared looking rather anxious. Lucy looked up "What is it Sofie?" she put her pen down on the table. "Old Mack knows your here and wants to see you" she said "I told him I would let him know if you are free". Daniel laughed "What did you do this time to upset him mother?". "Nothing, we haven't spoken since last year" as she held up her hands "Tell him to come over and I will see him". Sofie disappeared to let old Mack know he could come and see her. Old Mack ran the 60 bedroom Saffron Cove hotel next door, like the Salinger Resort it had it's own private stretch of beach and many hotel and investment companies had been trying to prise the land off old Mack for years. The offers kept pushing the price of the land up but he was not selling for any amount of money. He was a local Bajan called Dermot Mack, known throughout as Old Mack since he had been running the hotel for 40 years and was now heading in to his early sixties. There had been years of rivalry between Mack and the Salinger's, mostly through how the Salinger had gone completely high end whilst the Saffron Cove kept itself stable as a 3 star hotel with little investment. The Salinger's had never entered in to discussion to buy the hotel, but Lucy knew how much the land and private beach setting is worth being next door to the Salinger Resort. Half an hour later old Mack appeared with Sofie and joined Lucy and Daniel on the veranda before Sofie left them to it. "Lucy, Daniel" Mack addressed them. Lucy smiled "Mack, please join us for coffee". "Thank you Lucy" he said as Anderson appeared and poured him a cup of coffee. She waited until he was settled "So Mack, have we done something to upset you?". He twiddled his thumbs "No this is a business visit, I came to tell you that I am retiring and moving to Florida". Lucy looked surprised "Really, oh!, well I will miss you but I am happy for you. Is your son taking over the hotel?". "Well no, he is not interested and wants to come with us" a smile appeared on his face feeling a little more at ease. "So who did you sell up to in the end?" she asked. Mack looked at Lucy "No one, that is what I want to see you about. We had our differences but you have always been here when I needed you". Lucy Laughed "It was no easy ride Mack, but I do have to say how much I have admired you over the years". "You know the last offer I had was $60 million for the land and beach front" he looked at Lucy and Daniel. She smiled "Yes I know, I have been kept informed by the town council, so are you taking it?". "Oh no, they will put up some horrible hotel and ruin this spot forever" he remarked. Lucy looked on "So what will you do run it from Florida or bring in a manager?". "No nothing like that" he pulled a hefty set of documents out from his bag "I filed these papers and got approval yesterday from council". "For what?" she looked on a little worried. Glancing at Daniel and Lucy "Buy me out at $10 million, I know you will do right by the land and hotel" he said. Daniel knew to keep his mouth closed and looked over at his mother who pulled the documents towards her and read the contract, Mack sat nervously waiting for her response. After 10 minutes she looked up at Mack. "Mack are you sure this is what you want to do?" she asked. He smiled "I've always known that if I sell it would be to you. It has already been approved with no conditions". Daniel looked at his mother "Mack wants to sell to only you mother, I think you should" he said. She picked up the pen and signed the contract of sale and land deeds "Mack I don't know what else to say" she stood up and held her hand out. Mack stood up and shook her hand "Thank you Lucy, my attorney will be in touch" he said good bye and left. Daniel and his mother just looked at each other in astonishment, Daniel spoke first asking what they should do with Saffron Cove. Sofie appeared and called out to them both that she had found a lost puppy wandering around the pool terrace as Jordan followed in behind her. Daniel strode over to Jordan and kissed him, he was a little unsure weather it would have been appropriate to kiss Daniel in front of his mother, well Daniel had answered that quick enough. Lucy watched on then invited Jordan to join them, thinking back on their conversation last night a plan was forming in her head. "Jordan are you staying in the main hotel?" she asked him as he sat down. "Yes in 121 overlooking the beach" he replied. Lucy shook her head "Nonsense, Sofie see to it that Jordan moves in to the suite this afternoon". Sofie nodded but Jordan intervened "Please that is not necessary." he implied. "Don't be silly Jordan, there are two bedrooms here and it will allow you two some time together" she replied. "Thank you Lucy that is very kind of you" he replied looking at Daniel's big grin. "Oh and Sofie I will be back to two days time overnight again" she said pouring a coffee for Jordan. Sofie looked in her notepad "The couple in the other owners suite leave in the morning so that works perfectly". Lucy smiled "That's sorted then, Jordan you just need to empty your personal things the rest will be moved for you". Jordan thanked her as Daniel and he left Sofie and Lucy whilst Anderson instructed the suite attendant to clean bedroom 2. They walked up to Jordan's room and he emptied the safe and left the contents in the office behind reception as they headed down to the beach. Jordan's head was in a turmoil trying to keep up with what had gone on. Still he had Daniel with him and could sit on the beach to relax and talk about last night. Lucy called Anderson over to join her and Sofie "You both know what to do, I will be back in two days". They both nodded to Lucy understanding exactly what she meant before they both left to get on with their jobs. The first hour Daniel and Jordan spent laying and looking at each other as they grabbed some sun, Cael approached with some chilled fruit slices and placed them on the table next to them before whispering 'fruit for the love birds' giggling he went on to deliver fruit to the other guests. The frozen grapes were by far the best and most unusual way of serving them, Jordan got up and asked Daniel to walk with him, Daniel stood up and waited for Jordan then they walked down to the shore line. Jordan took Daniel's hand "Now what about you and all this hotel business?" he asked. "I work for my parents in their hotel chain simple as that" he tried to be as convincing as possible. Jordan was not buying it "Somehow I don't think it is as simple as that Danny". "Are you regretting anything, you know last night, my mother?" Daniel asked inquisitively "If you are tell me now". Jordan put his arm around his shoulder "No regrets Danny, it's just something she said to me last night". Daniel stopped walking "What did she say Jordy?". He hesitated "She said most of your partners knew who you was and were in it for other reasons". Daniel laughed "That's true, but you didn't know me unless you are a really good actor". "Not that a good an actor I'm afraid, so what are the other reasons?" Jordan held Daniel's hand. "Well having all this at their disposal I guess" Daniel paused "and I suppose the lifestyle afforded me". Jordan chuckled "Lifestyle?" he smiled at Daniel "You are on the outside very normal Danny no pretence or show". He looked at Jordan "You think I am normal?" he giggled "still it doesn't remove the wealthy aspect of attraction". "I see, I'm not attracted to your money Danny" was all that Jordan could say. Daniel had a serious look on his face "Doesn't change me as a the person". "I never said it did. But would you give all this up to be with me Danny" Jordan looked in his eyes. "If it was the only way I could be with you then yes I would" Daniel did not hesitate with his reply. "That is all I wanted to hear Danny" he stroked the side of Daniel's face "Your endearing and kind and that's what has made me fall in love with you". A tear rolled down the side of Daniels face "No one has ever caught my breath like you do or really said that to me". He didn't care that they were standing on the beach as he reached around Jordan's neck, their lips met in a light kiss several times as each one lingered longer. Jordan wiped the tear streak from Daniel's face, his mouth sought Daniel's as their lips parted and kissed deeply standing in the sunshine with the sea lapping around their ankles. Daniel looked at Jordan "You have stolen my heart Jordy". Jordan smiled and hugged Daniel "I just hope your mother will accept me, she did some serious business on me last night". Daniel laughed "That's nothing she was on form this form this morning and brought the Saffron Cove before you arrived". Jordan's feet splashed in the lapping water "Isn't that next door to here?". "It is, and will probably need remodelling, don't know if she plans on merging the two hotels" he said shrugging his shoulders. They walked up to the beach bar where Cael had already prepared them two fruit crushes, they sat at the bar captivatingly looking each other in the eyes smiling. Cael looked at the both of them he saw the sparkle in their eyes of two people in love. Steve and Callum swam to shore and wandered up to the beach bar, Callum nudged Steve nodding in the direction of Daniel and Jordan commenting that they appear to be lost in each other. As they walked past Steve said good morning to them both. Daniel turned "Oh Steve hey, hi Callum where you guys off to?". "Just to get a drink then back to the beds" Callum replied as he went all gushy with Jordan looking at him. Jordan chuckled at Callum "Come over and join us, come on Callum" Jordan patted the seat next to his. Steve thanked them and looked at Daniel "So, err, what's the story?" he said quietly nodding in Jordan's direction. Daniel watched Jordan chatting to Callum "Do you mean are we dating?" Daniel sipped his drink "Well I suppose we are". "Brilliant he is such a catch, you can probably tell that by how Callum gets all shy around him" nodding in Callum's direction. "Whose a catch?" Jordan asked as he overheard part of their conversation. Daniel looked up to the sky with a seriously mocking looking on his face "Apparently you are Jordy". "As if you didn't know that!" Steve added "So when are we having that dinner you promised Daniel?". He quickly looked at Jordan "How about tonight if you two are free, the 4 of us?". Callum all excited nearly jumped up and down on his chair "Oh yes that would be great". "Be in reception at 7pm and wear casual, shorts and shirt" Daniel told them "Oh and call me Danny". The four of them sat enjoying their fruit crushes and Callum became more at ease being around Jordan. They spent nearly 2 hours chatting as slowly and surely they were becoming good friends with plenty of similarities to Daniel working in hospitality. The more Jordan sat and listened the more he was feeling how very uncomplicated his life would be. Most of the people he knew through Sage were malicious and quite unpleasant in many ways, but that now seemed a lifetime away. Here he sat with a new man and two guys who didn't bitch or degrade people. Cael refreshed their drinks with the biggest smile he could stretch across his face, Steve and Callum watched in shock as he rubbed Daniel's head telling them to let him know if they needed anything else as he walked away. Daniel laughed at their shocked faces before he told them that he had literally grown up with Cael. Jordan spotted Sofie crossing the beach shoes in her hand and stopping to chat quickly to guests as she made her way over towards them. As she got to the table she told Daniel that his mother was leaving at 2pm then gave Jordan a new key card, she explained all his things had been moved and the keycard will get him all the access to the wing. She reminded Daniel 2pm as she turned and left them. Daniel stood "I'm sorry guys Jordy and I have to go, see you at 7pm in reception". Steve and Callum stood "Come on Callum swim time, will see you at 7pm" they both ran down to sea. Jordan laughed "They are a nice couple and Callum is so funny" he said turning to Daniel. Daniel chuckled "I think Callum is finally getting use to being around you" as they walked back up to the hotel. "Would be nice to have them as friends, they are so pleasant to be around" he waited for Daniel to put his reefs on. Daniel shook his head "Jordy you amaze and surprise me every day, I couldn't agree with you more about them".

Part 8 - The 3rd Dinner Daniel had been up early his head full of thoughts about Jordan, was he really serious about making a go of it or was it just the heady mix of sunshine and rebound?. They seemed to have a connection and maybe it was fate or destiny, two people meeting under very similar situations. Only time would tell but now he had his mother to think about, she would be arriving mid afternoon and no doubt will want to have with him in the suite this evening. For now he headed down to the beach for an early swim. To his surprise Jordan was in the sea swimming, his heart lifted at the sight of him and wasted no time to join him. "Morning Jordy, your up early." he said coming to a stop by Jordan who swept him up in his arms and gave him a kiss. "Couldn't sleep Danny, you kept me up most of the night, I don't know what you have done to me but I like it" he kissed him again. Daniel splashed water at Jordan "destiny or fate Jordy?". "Both I think." as Jordan swam off forcing Daniel to try and keep up. They both grabbed a towel from the beach bar, Daniel ran his hands along Jordan's arm and chest. Jordan placed a finger under Daniel's chin lifting his head up and moved his mouth towards Daniel's, their lips parted and Daniel felt Jordan's tongue slipping in to his mouth as they had their first romantic kiss, the sun appeared over the distant horizon bathing them in an orange glow. Cael stood watching as he arrived on to the beach 'That is so hot', the two of them jumped in surprise looking at Cael, Jordan placed his arm around Daniel's shoulder. "Cael how long have you been there watching?" Daniel asked with a look of shock on his face. Cael laughed "Not long, you two look perfect together, wondered how long it would take". Cael quickly made them a fruit crush then went off preparing for the day ahead. One thing Daniel knew for sure already, he loved Jordan touching him and holding him, even the smallest gesture of touch caused electricity to flow through his body. Drinks in hand and Jordan's arm around his shoulder, Daniel placed his arm around Jordan's waist asthey went for a short stroll along the beach. "I can't believe you have come in to my life like this Jordy" he squeezed Jordan tighter round the waist. Jordan kissed him on the head "Dine with me tonight Danny" he asked. "Oh, it may be difficult tonight my mother is arriving this afternoon and staying over tonight" Daniel stopped walking. Jordan rubbed his head "I think I might be able to survive one night" he chuckled. Daniel turned to face Jordan "Let me see what is happening and I will come find you at the beach around 5pm". "Okay, I am not going anywhere" Jordan smiled and kissed him on the head again. They met up again after breakfast and spent the morning swimming and sunning themselves. At 2pm Daniel got a text from his mother that she was in reception and heading to the suite. He gave Jordan a peck on the cheek and hastily disappeared. Jordan looked at him scampering up the beach, he felt that Daniel was holding back on something but wasn't quite sure. His mother was already in the suite when he walked in to the lounge, she told him the LA hotel was signed and sealed and they would start work on the renovations of the newly named Salinger Los Angeles, they both sat on the veranda with a cold drink, his mother eyeing him suspiciously. "So Danny, what is going on with you?" she raised an eyebrow. Daniel eased back in the chair "What do you mean mother?". "You have the same look your father had when he fell in love with me" she said eyeing him carefully. Daniel shook his head "Am I that easy to read, I don't know how to explain it". "Does he feel the same way?" she asked. "It would appear so, something clicked between us almost immediately" he answered looking at his mother. A worried looked crossed her face "Do you want it to go further Danny, I am just concerned after that last car crash wreck of a boyfriend?". Daniel sank a little "I think I do mother but it is figuring out how, he lives in Boston". "Oh I see what you mean, but if you both feel the same way you both have to figure it out" she said encouragingly. "I need to go and put him off for tonight so we can have dinner" he said standing up. "No don't do that bring him along to dinner" she kissed him on the cheek as he was about to leave. Daniel turned to his mother "Ah, he doesn't know who I am yet, and are you going to assess his suitability mother?" he laughed. She laughed "Assess?, quite so and I will tell you if I approve of your choice". As Daniel left he knew that his mother was not joking, if she didn't like him he wold not be welcomed in to the family. It had taken months before his mother and father would eventually relent and allow Greg in their home and family life, that was the one thing he really didn't want to happen this time. He had told his mother everything he knew about Jordan, what he didn't know was that Sofie had had already briefed Lucy. Jordan was sat at the water's edge looking as though he was a million miles away, it was already coming up to 6pm and the last few rays of sun were diminishing rapidly as the sun set. Daniel sat down besides Jordan whose arm went straight around Daniel's shoulder. "Everything okay?" he asked. Daniel hesitated a moment "We have dinner at 8pm but it is with my mother as well, hope you don't mind Jordy". "That's quick but suppose I will have to eventually meet her. That is if you want me to?" he replied looking at Daniel. Daniel turned to him "Yes I think it is best, she will be hard on you especially after my ex Greg". Jordan laughed "Well I hope she approves of me, but importantly she understands what is happening between us". "So be truthful is this what you really want?" Daniel asked looking intently at Jordan. Jordan held him tighter "I can't predict the future Danny but yes I am sure, and I will never cheat on you". Daniel sighed and smiled "I'm sure we will have ups and downs. We just have to figure out where we go from here". Daniel walked with Jordan back to the hotel wing, as they parted company Daniel told him he would meet Jordan in reception at 7.45pm and that it was casual wear, shorts and t-shirt. By 7.30 Jordan was showered, changed and immaculately groomed he felt a little nervous as there was a knock at the door and the familiar voice of Milly announcing turndown service. He opened the door to let her in. "Sorry sir, I was thought you might have gone down for dinner, have you finished in the bathroom?" she asked. Jordan sat on the chair "That's okay Milly just biding my time at the moment before dinner". Milly was cleaning in the bathroom "Where are you eating tonight?" she asked making general conversation. "I don't know, I have dinner with Daniel and his mother." He looked up as she came out of the bathroom. She gave him a very unusual look "Has Danny told you about his mother?" she was trying to asses how much he new. "Only to expect a hard time" he said looking back at her. She left the room and returned with fresh towels "Don't want to speak out to term sir, is you and Danny a serious thing then?". Jordan thought for a moment before replying "Fallen coconuts Milly, I think the mother must be the hard one to crack". Coming back out of the bathroom she told him "Leave your mobile phone here be true and be yourself, that's my only advice". Jordan chuckled thinking does everyone here know my business "Thank you Milly I will take your advice". Daniel appeared at the door "Hello Jordy are you decent?". Jordan sprung up from the chair realising it was now 7.45pm "Sorry Danny, Milly was chatting to me". Daniel laughed "Milly what have you been saying?". She looked up from turning down the bed "Evening Danny, big dinner then?" she smiled at Daniel. Daniel shook his head "Jordy let me introduce you to Milly properly, this is Cael's mum". Jordan shook his head laughing "Okay now I understand how you know so much". Milly gave a Bajan laugh as she left the room "My son tells me all about the beach". Daniel looked at Jordan "Ready?" Jordan nodded as they left the room. As they wandered through to reception one of the concierge staff walked towards the Orchid Wing door and opened it with his pass key before greeting Daniel and Jordan. This was the first time Jordan had ever seen past the door, he looked around in amazement, it was an entirely different hotel in the hotel, more sumptuous and luxurious but still with a Bajan vibe. He told Daniel he had never been in this part of the hotel as they walked through the lounge and bar area, he spotted the actress who waved at them, they were sat with a couple of other celebrities enjoying pre-dinner drinks. It really was the most private and exclusive enclave in the hotel, he saw through the window to a beautiful pool terrace with private cabanas as they headed through some double doors leading to the rooms that circled around the pool, the walk took them to the end of the terrace to a room marked 'Salinger Orchid 1'. They stood hand in hand outside as Daniel looked at Jordan and said for him to 'Brace himself' as he rang the doorbell. The door was opened by Anderson the butler who greeted Daniel then Jordan and guided them to the veranda where his mother was waiting, she stood up as they approached. "Thought we would dine outside Danny" she went over and kissed him on the cheek. Daniel pulled Jordan forward "Mother this is Jordy, oh, Jordan. Jordan this is my mother". Jordan shook hands with her, she was indeed formidable "Thank you for inviting me to dinner". She looked carefully at him before replying "Your welcome, please sit". Pre-dinner drinks were spent casually chatting or so Jordan thought, carefully she picked through every word he said. She sat taking in all of him and already liked the way he looked and presented himself, he listened diligently to every question she asked making sure his responses were crafted with accuracy, care and relevance. As they sat down to dinner Daniel watched his mother, he was hoping to see some sign that she was warming to him. She ruthlessly dragged him over the hot coals as dinner progressed. The one question which Daniel knew was looking on the horizon which he hoped Jordan wouldn't shy away or evade answering honestly. By now Jordan had revealed everything about his father and his husband, his own mother and stepdad. He held nothing back he told her about his health and hiv, she never once flinched at any of his revelations. Then she asked the question 'So what skeletons are you not telling me?', Daniel dropped his head as he didn't know how she would react. Jordan told her about his gay porn career for the last couple of years, she put her fork down on the desert plate and stopped eating, leaning back in her chair she smiled. "It takes a brave person to sit and admit they did porn movies Jordan" her eyes fixed on him as she spoke. She folded her arms and looked over at Daniel "You know your father did porn before we met Danny". Daniel choked on his wine "Oh my god mother, you choose now to tell me that, is that for real?" She laughed and nodded then looked at Jordan "You have a great body Jordan and very well groomed, I can see why you did porn". Jordan couldn't fathom out Daniel's mother if she liked him or not, but she told Daniel to leave them for half an hour so she could talk with Jordan alone. She escorted Daniel and told him Sofie was waiting for him in the office to have a quick catch up. She returned to the veranda carrying a brown folder and placed it on the table. She sat down at the table "Are you in love with Danny?" Jordan leaned forward "Everything has happened so fast and he has turned my world upside down, but yes I do believe I am". "His last partner we didn't like at all, but for Danny's sake we tolerated him to a point" she said to him. Jordan went for broke "If you don't like me say so and I will leave Danny alone. But I will protect and love him". She leaned forward in her chair "I don't like seeing him broken, his is my baby boy and I will always protect him". "I completely understand, my father has always been the same about me" he replied with a serious look on his face. She put a pen on the folder "In there is a legal document protecting my son, what do you do?" she pushed it towards him. Jordan looked at the folder and pulled it in front of him, he opened it and went to the last page where he signed and dated it without reading any of the contents. He closed the folder placed the pen back on top and pushed it back towards her. The butler came and picked up the folder. "That's very dangerous signing a document without reading it or knowing what it is about" she said looking at him in the eye. Jordan shrugged his shoulders "If it means I have to leave your son I will do so". "No it doesn't mean that. The document protects Danny completely." her gaze fixed on him. Jordan smiled "As long as I can date your son with your approval that is all I need" he said watching her carefully. "Lets just see what happens, you seem to be very honest and open personally" her expression giving nothing away. Jordan topped up her wine glass "I have to admit you are one amazing lady, you must be good in business". She laughed and saluted him with her glass "Jordan, you should know something but don't judge Danny from keeping it from you". Jordan returned the glass salute "Can't be worse than getting through the last two hours" he laughed. She returned to a serious look "Jordan, my name is Lucy Salinger, my husband and I own Salinger Hotels". Jordan looked on stunned "I figured you had to be in business" it then clicked "Oh, you mean you own this hotel?". "Yes we do and Danny is here to get over that awful ex and will also be running the hotel for a month" she told him. Jordan took a sip of wine "Was it that bad, the break up I mean?". "Let's just say I made sure he is out of his life forever, nasty person who played behind his back" she looked angry. Jordan nodded "As long as we are together I promise you that will never happen". "Your surprise me Jordan" he eyes narrowed "most of his partners knew who he was and were in it for other reasons". He smiled at her "It doesn't matter who he is, to be with me that's all that counts". She relaxed in the chair "I see the way Danny looks at you Jordan and I've not seen that with anyone before you". "I have come to realise how special he is. I hope you will grow to like and be honest with me" Jordan finished his wine. Lucy stood "You should ask Danny to fill you in on the rest. Let's go sit by the pool for coffee" she nodded to the butler. Jordan sat next to Lucy on the swing chair "This is an amazing hideaway, I never knew what was behind those doors". Lucy poured coffee for them both "This was our first hotel and to this day remains our flagship and most popular". Jordan sighed "My parents brought me here every year as a kid I forgot about how happy it made me feel being here". "Do you think you could adjust to hotel life?" she asked putting her coffee cup down. Jordan shrugged his shoulders "What do you mean by hotel life?" he replied. "Well most of Danny's work and life is all based around hotels, it is the fabric of who he is" she said. "It would be a strange adjustment, but we haven't talked about what the future holds" Jordan replied. She gave him a curious look "But would you?" she asked. "I would still need to work, I will not be a kept man" he expressed his words with an adamant tone. "That is very admirable of you" Lucy smiled a genuine smile at Jordan. She was beginning to warm to Jordan and deep down had a feeling that finally here was someone with integrity at least. Lucy stood up and invited Jordan to take coffee with her on the sofa. Daniel and Sofie had been chatting about improvements to the beach service and trying to come up with an identity, they were walking back to the suite. Daniel had asked her to come along as he wasn't sure weather Jordan would still be there and pass the mother test. The butler opened the door and guided them towards the veranda. His heart jumped when he saw his mother and Jordan drinking coffee on the sofa and chatting, he looked at Sofie who patted him and said 'I thought it would go well'. Lucy watched her son and Sofie arrive asking if they had an interesting chat, Daniel sat opposite to Jordan who smiled as him. Both Sofie and Daniel began reeling off ideas for the beach to take it to the next level, they explained the concept but couldn't come up with a suitable identity for the new service. Jordan listened on drinking his coffee, he loved watching how animated Daniel was talking about what he loved. Even Lucy was stuck for an idea as they reeled off several concept names, there was a silence before Jordan suggested why not extend the butler service something like 'Butler On The Beach', they all looked at Jordan. Lucy turned to the Daniel and Sofie smiling and said brilliant, it is to the point. Jordan made his apologies that he needed to get to bed and get some sleep, Daniel walked him out through to the main hotel wing and kissed him on the head before telling him they need to have a good talk tomorrow about what his mother had told him. Daniel pleaded to find out more but Jordan just smiled and said tomorrow. Daniel walked back to the suite as Sofie was leaving. "Well mother, what did you think?" he asked nervously. She took his hand and walked him to the veranda "He is very nice Danny, but be absolutely sure it is what you want". He sat down "I can't think of anything but him mother". She laughed "I think your father will like him and he does on the surface appear to be genuine." Daniel had hoped his mother would be a little more on side with Jordan, but he knew it would take some time before she trusted him. He kissed his mother goodnight and went off to bed somewhat happy with the knowledge that so far his mother hadn't thrown him out, but he would have to wait until morning to find out what Jordan wanted to talk to him about.

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.

Part 6 - Falling Victim He sat in the corner watching the crowd as he sipped on his bourbon and coke, carefully choosing the bar as he new it was Mario's favourite haunt. Sage put his drink down on the table spotting Mario standing by the bar, at 22 he was slender with short cropped dirty blond hair and tattoos adorned most of his upper torso. Mario had done three porn scenes with Jordan and Sage knew they had become kind of friends on a professional basis. This was his best hope for the moment of tracking Jordan down, plus he might get to knock the bitch up as he showed interest in him when they met once before. He was out to show Jordan he could destroy anything he touched or got close to. Mario spotted him sitting in the corner nursing his drink and made a beeline over to him. "Hi, Sage isn't it?" he smiled "I'm Mario one of Jordan's co-actors." Sage smirked "Yes I remember you, how could I forget you" he indicated for him to sit down. "Glad I caught up with you, have you seen Jordan only the studio are trying to get hold of him?" his eyes fixed on Sage's muscles. "I was just heading home hoping he is back, we had a little fight and he stormed off" he told Mario trying to look upset. Mario touched his arm "I am sure he will be back, do you mind if I ride with you I need to speak to him". Sage grabbed his hand "Not at all, come on it's a bit warm in here anyway". They left the bar and Sage drove home with Mario by his side, he asked why the studio wanted to get in touch. Mario replied that they want him for a couple of scenes with some new porn actors and were getting annoyed they couldn't contact him. They pulled up to the condo building basement and got in the lift up to the seventh floor. Sage opened the door to the apartment and let Mario enter first, locking the door as he closed it, his cock was already getting hard. He did a quick scan around calling out Jordan's name before telling Mario he didn't appear to be back yet. Sage took off his t-shirt revealing the bulging muscles as Mario stood there looking on enjoying the view, he new from Jordan telling him that sex with Sage was rough and intense. Mario liked a bit of wrestling but even he could see that Sage would destroy him. Sage was starring back at him and asked if he liked his muscles, he nodded and muttered the word wow as Sage moved towards him. He moved close enough telling Mario to touch them if he liked, Mario couldn't resist and complied immediately, squeezing the biceps and running his hands over them, he couldn't believe how rock hard they felt. Sage removed Mario's shirt as he continued roaming over the muscles, Sage grabbed him behind his neck and started to kiss him hard. Mario pushed away slightly "Sorry it's not going to happen I have a client in an hour" he said. "You like to get paid for having sex?" he responded, mocking Mario who was now being held tight in Sage's arms. Mario paused for a moment "Yes, I only do casual sex for money" he couldn't and somehow didn't want to escape those arms holding him. "That's okay I am going to pay you with one of the most memorable fucks you could ever wish for" he whispered in Mario's ear. Mario just couldn't help himself or deny the opportunity that presented itself on a platter, he kissed Sage and with a purpose and felt one hand cup low under his buttocks whilst the other clasped around his back. His body rose off the ground in a natural instinct Mario's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, he could feel Sage walking and opened his eyes whilst their lips still locked together his saw the lounge disappearing as they turned in to the hallway. Mario panicked knowing he was being taken to the bedroom, albeit he found Sage sexy this was not really suppose to happen. The hallway disappeared as they entered the bedroom, he saw the door closing behind them as Sage kicked it shut with his leg. The kissing intensified whilst he was still suspended in the air, he wanted to stop it desperately and get out but his arms wrapped themselves tighter around Sage's neck, his mouth full of his invading tongue as he slowly melted and succumbed. Mario felt his body lowering and unclasped his legs allowing him to stand up, one muscled arm kept Mario tight up to his body, he felt Sage's hand pulling his shorts and underwear down in a swift movement, Mario's instinct took over and went in to porn actor grabbing hold of Sage's now hard cock through his clothing, slowly he began pulling them down until they both stood naked. An evil grin appeared on Sage's face before he told Mario that he was going to get fucked like the whore he is. He grabbed Mario under the arms lifting him off the ground again and threw him with such force that he flew on to the bed, arms and legs flaying in the air as his back hit the bed. He had no time to recover as Sage had hold of his legs and twisted them around so quickly that his body followed until he was laying on his stomach. His legs were yanked back hard pulling him to the edge of the bed exposing his arse in the perfect position for breeding. Part of Mario was terrified at the brute force and dominance of Sage, the other part of him wanted to be fucked and abused by this wholesome stud. No time to think, no time to speak, no time to react as he felt the weight of Sage's body pinning him down on the bed. His body completely covered Mario, apart from the legs and arms sticking out from under Sage you would not have known someone was underneath. He tried to push his head up as far as it would go and muttered the word condom, Sage licked the side of Mario's face as he gasped feeling the cock positioning at the entrance to his hole with no protection. Sage licked the side of his face again and whispered he was his bitch and was about to be owned, Mario struggled underneath the weight of his body. He let out a loud gasp and cry as Sage pushed his cock hard and fast deep in to Mario's arse, he cried louder as the pain burnt through his arse as the cock tore it's way through with each rapid and hard deep thrust. Each one followed quickly leaving no time for his victim to adjust to the size or invasion, Mario buried his head against the sheet's and clawed at Sage's arms in protest. Every time he tried to let out a scream Sage would thrust in deeper then pound the arse weakening Mario's anal lining causing tears to open, he was gasping underneath Sage the groaning and moaning did nothing to calm the pain. Tears ran from the corner of his eyes as they stared ahead wide open from the pain that came in a relentless fashion. The clawing of the arms morphed in to a hold as his panic subsided, his eyes glazed over with a look of and completely forgetting that Sage wore no condom, his arse was now pushing up meeting the downward thrusts that were wrecking havoc inside him. Sage could feel his victim was now fucked into submission and moved to a more rhythmic fast motion, he felt his balls beginning to tingle as they slapped hard against Mario's arse. Sage moved his arm around the neck of Mario pulling his head closer to his as he was now ready to knock him up, Mario felt the cock inside him even more causing him to moan louder as it became even harder. The speed ramped up and Mario let out a loud gasped his arse felt like he was being stabbed from the inside, Sage reared up and thrusted down hard holding his hips up tight against Mario's arse. His cock jettisoning stream after stream of highly toxic venom inside his victim, his arm tightened around Mario's neck holding him as he roared loudly with each spasm shuddering through his body from the orgasm. His hips began piston fucking deeper in to Mario who was now moaning and gasping loudly mixed with cries of pain, he couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure but he was intoxicated by his fucking. Sage's body began to relax and he licked the side of Mario's face again, this time he whispered the words 'You belong to me whore'. Mario turned his head and their mouths melted together in a deep kiss, Sage wriggled his arse grinding and mixing his seed deeper into Mario's arse, meticulously ensuring that it got in to every fissure that had opened up in his anal wall. Mario's head fell forward as he panted heavily, he could hear the squelching from deep in his arse he new what had just happened. Finally he felt the weight lift of his body as Sage got up and roughly extracted his cock, Mario let out a yelp and cry from the pain, he chuckled malevolently looking down at his blood covered cock. He strode over to Mario's pile of clothes and threw them at him indicating it was time for him to leave. His arse still burnt as he pulled his underwear and shorts on, then walked to the lounge to retrieve his shirt and trainers, before leaving the apartment he took a look towards the bedroom but Sage was already in the shower. He closed the door behind him as he left, it was a very uncomfortable walk to the bus stop, he felt like his arse has been turned inside out. He stood waiting for the bus back to downtown LA, cancelling his client as he knew he couldn't take any more cock tonight, the bus pulled up and he got on. As it pulled away he looked at the condo building, little did he realise then that this would become an all to familiar scene repeated time after time.

Part 5 - Perfect Company The steel drum band was playing heavenly calypso music by the pool bar, the terrace was busy as guests were laying fully clothed on the sunbeds soaking up the atmosphere. As he arrived at the pool bar he saw the group of ladies who were eyeing him up the previous day, it was only 7.45pm so he looked for an empty table away from the group but his luck had run out, he had to take a seat on a table next to them and ordered a soft drink. It didn't take long for the flirting to start as each one of the ladies tried to get Jordan's attention, just to play along he would occasionally look over and smile to satisfy them. Smiling to himself as he heard them giggling and whispering between themselves. Jordan's attention went elsewhere as he spotted Daniel walking from the hotel towards the pool bar, he ignored the ladies and watched as butterflies churned in his stomach. He vaguely heard one of the ladies talking to her friends and hearing the words 'I think that answers the question girls'. Daniel arrived at the pool bar and instantly spotted Jordan, he was definitely not hard to miss in all fairness. As he walked over he had a strange feeling that he was being watched, after all he was about to dine with probably the sexiest man in the resort, or ever met. He had seen Jordan engaging with the group of ladies from the hotel, this did unnerve him slightly thinking at best he might be bisexual. Jordan stood up as Daniel arrived by his side and gave him a big smile, he ordered a soft drink as he sat down. They chatted about the rest of their day and Daniel pointed out that Jordan had a hareem of ladies to choose from, this caused Jordan to laugh and shake his head. It was a very comfortable and easy flow between them as they shut the rest of the world out. The ladies clattered about noisily as they stood to head off dinner, as one past by she looked at them both said 'lovely' and quickly tottered off. They both looked and pointed to each other laughing, every time Jordan laughed and sat back his shirt tightened over his torso, Daniel still could not believe he was about to dine with Jordan. Everything about him Daniel seemed to love and was driving him wild, from the tattoos showing on the lower part of arms, the Bermuda shorts fitted perfectly and his short neatly trimmed beard defined his sexiness. Jordan completely charmed and almost swooning in his company, there was no badness inside him just a beautifully natured soul. They continued their bantering for a good half an hour mostly about which one of the ladies was interested in who. Daniel had tears running down his face from the laughter whilst Jordan was doubled over in pain from so much laughing, a few other guests would look over occasionally and the continuous laughter, eventually Jordan managed to compose himself. "Daniel, it has been way to long since someone made me laugh in this way" he said catching his breath. Daniel finished his sparkling water "I had almost forgotten how to. Ready to eat Jordan?" he asked. "Yes, main dining room afraid as I couldn't get booked in one of the speciality restaurants" he explained. "That's okay, I had a table booked already at the Windward Palm, let's go" Daniel and Jordan stood up and they smiled at each other. Jordan followed on and they walked together through the resort grounds and the short distance to the restaurant. There was a lot of hustle and bustle as Daniel arrived with Jordan, some staff checking their dress was in order which Jordan thought very strange but brushed it away. They were escorted to a quiet table on the balcony overlooking the ocean, a candle flickered as the silvery moonlight flooded across the table as they took their seats. Jordan grinned thinking this was such a perfect setting. "What's the big grin all about?" Daniel looked over at him. Jordan shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, it is just so perfect the ocean and moonlight, sort of thing you see in movies". Daniel laughed "You old romantic" he chided. "Hey not so old but romantic totally" an awkward silence fell between them as a waiter approached with the wine list. "Hope you don't mind Jordan but I asked them to go Bajan on us." Daniel said and paused waiting for Jordan's response. Jordan thanked the waiter before replying "Nothing ventured nothing gained" his eyes fixed on Daniel "I will be guided by you". "Great, how about red wine?" Daniel asked putting the wine list down on the table. "Yes that works for me. Do you always take control like this?" He asked smiling at Daniel. "No not usually, but I am celebrating taking control of my life again and to our friendship" he replied. As the waiter poured the wine Jordan raised his glass "To controlling our own destiny and friends" Daniel clinked Jordan's glass. "And what is your destiny Jordan?" Daniel tried to look nonchalant as he asked the question. Jordan smiled "I don't know yet, but my heart is telling me it may be closer than I think" he deliberately tried to not make eye contact. "Destiny can be very random" Daniel remarked looking out to sea "sometimes completely unsuspecting, but never to be brushed off". Jordan tried everything the waiters brought over, it was the first time he truly ate Bajan food and enjoying every minute of Daniel's company. Daniel finished off that last of his wine as the waiters cleared desert and poured coffee. He felt a little light headed from the wine and humidity but for once he was in a very happy place and completely content. Jordan looked intently at Daniel he loved the relaxed and happy look on his face. They were interrupted by a female voice behind them saying hello to Daniel as the Hollywood actress and her husband were leaving the restaurant. Daniel turned and said hello and asked if they were having a quiet romantic dinner noticing the lack of children. She laughed before replying that it was nice to have a romantic meal her eyes darting between him and Jordan. Daniel almost forgot his manners and stood up to introduce Jordan who also stood up a little lost for words, he held out his hand which the husband shook, but she kissed him on the cheek, now he was really all tongue tied. They chatted and Jordan couldn't resist telling her how much he loved her in Stepford Wives and Moulin Rouge. She pushed him gently laughing as she regaled some of the unusual things that happened on set, that was until the husband intervened after 5 minutes telling Jordan that she will keep you up until dawn if you let her. As they left the husband turned to Daniel and Jordan inviting them for dinner in a couple of nights. Jordan was gushing "Wow, wow, wow, she kissed me on the cheek" he garbled unable to really get his words out. Daniel was laughing "Don't be so star struck Jordan" mocking Jordan in the process. As the actress left she spoke to her husband and look back "I think Danny has finally got rid of loose eye?". He looked at her "Hmm he doesn't seem to be here" whispering to her "But one thing for sure, Jordan is all goo goo for Danny". She laughed "I remember you going goo goo on me" she leant in and kissed him "He is almost as sexy as you" patting his arm. They both sat and Jordan was eventually calming down, Daniel suggested a walk along the beach the long way back to the main hotel as it was such a nice evening. Jordan asked for the bill as the restaurant was not included in the inclusive plan, the waiter looked and smiled and said it was all taken care of. He looked over to Daniel and began to protest and said he should at least split the bill in half but Daniel would have none of it. They left by the stairs down to the beach, Daniel took his reefs off and stood in the water. Jordan followed his lead and they walked along the shoreline towards to the beach bar. They were the only two on the beach and apart from the water gently lapping on to the beach it was very tranquil with just a hint of calypso music wafting down from the pool terrace. As they neared the beach bar Daniel sat down on the sand with his feet in the water, Jordan sat beside him. "Have you finally got rid of your demons Daniel?" He tentatively asked. Daniel looked down at his feet in the water "You know I think I have and it was the right decision." Jordan smiled "Today has helped me a lot as well, I am way better off with them out of my life." Daniel turned to look at Jordan "You as well, thought it was just me" they both laughed looking at each other and no longer hiding sadness behind their eyes. "Daniel" Jordan began "do you mind if I ask you a question, but please don't be offended?". He looked at Jordan "Go on, and I promise not to be offended" he replied. He was about to ask but Jordan lost his bottle at the last minute and steered the question around if he minded him joining him for dinner with the actress and her husband. Not quite the question he thought Jordan was going to ask but said the invite was for both of them so he was expected. They both laid back looking up at the stars in a strange awkward silence for a few minutes, Daniel sat up and said it was time for him to go bed as the jetlag was still nagging at him a little. They both stood up and Jordan made a move to give Daniel a hug who was aiming more for a handshake, eventually he said 'oh okay', he breathed in as Jordan's arms closed around him in a friendly hug. Was it possible the hug lingered longer than necessary, Daniel felt Jordan's strong arms holding him close, he was melting as he smelled the cologne and felt the muscles up against his body. Quickly Daniel moved away as he was starting to tent in his shorts and thought it would be a pretty embarrassing situation if Jordan noticed that he was getting turned on. The both walked up to the pool terrace and the main hotel wing, Daniel said good night and that he would see him tomorrow on the beach. Jordan sat on the edge of his bed half naked and completely annoyed at himself, how the hell did he chicken out of asking the question. He had to know where he really stood and if he was gay, the pieces appeared to fit and he was really sure that Daniel sneaked glances at him on the beach during the day. Daniel was sat on the veranda when a piece of music sprung in to his head and he started singing the lyrics 'Love, love changes everything, says are longer, words mean more, love, love changes everything, pain is deeper than before, love will turn your world around, and that world will last forever' he stopped reciting the lyrics. He couldn't even fathom out how he remembered the words to the song, he was oblivious to how the words would interpret in the coming times ahead. He shook his head striped off naked and dived in the pool for a quick swim before bed.

Part 19 I was pulled into the middle of the bed and felt the weight of more people around me, my body was craving contact. “Two in his hole at a time. Dump your load and make way for the next cock, don’t take your time he’s got a lot of cock to get through!” Tom said as the men made their way towards me. I felt my body being lifted and turned, I was on all fours, barely able to support myself I felt someone lying underneath me and another behind my ass. Without a moment to think both men began to force themselves into my ass. The feeling was indescribable. I’d never felt so stretched. Both men had pierced cocks and I could feel my ass being torn up as the both began to find their pace for fucking me. I’d never been double penetrated and with the drugs coursing through my veins, I wanted more. I began to relax and enjoy being stretched out. With a hard thrust the guy behind me unloaded in my ass and was quickly replaced by a smaller but fatter cock, again pierced. The pattern continued and occasionally both men would cum at the same time. Giving me a couple of minutes before the abuse continued. My rubber suit was filled with sweat and I could have passed out from the heat but I was too high to notice. I just craved more, I’d truly been turned into a cum slut. After about 10 rounds I felt the familiarity of Daddy’s cock pushing its way into my hole, he was underneath me, I let my weight fall on him and he held me tight while the cock from behind battered my now bruised hole. “Good boy, you’re making daddy proud. Only one more round after this and it’s over with.” Tom said while holding me close to him. Tom pushed me back and the guy behind me grabbed my body to keep me upright. “You’re a tough little boy, you’ve done better than I thought you would.” It was Brian, he and Tom were both buried deep in me and I didn’t want it to stop. They fucked me together for what felt like half an hour, cum was running down my legs and I could hear the slapping of their balls as they both men brought themselves close to breeding me again. My hole was being destroyed yet all I could think was more! Brian came first, his load was so big I felt it shoot from his cock inside me. Tom quickly came afterwards, still with Brian’s cock in me. My ass felt full and very wet! Tom pulled me close to him as Brian removed his cock, it wasn’t replaced with anyone else. It was only Daddy in me now. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me deeply, it made me even more horny, if that was possible. Tom broke off our kiss and whispered into my ear; “Last round boy, don’t give up now, this one won’t be easy” I hadn’t thought any of this had been easy, what would be happening next. Tom held me close and rolled me over onto my back and pulled his cock out from my tired hole. I began to feel dizzy and sick again, my fever must have been sky high and the room was spinning. Tom again addressed the room, there must have only been about 10 guys left, who knew what time it was, I was completely unaware of anything except the cum running out of my ass. “Right gents last round. Arse to Elbow”

Probably poz. My goal is to get knocked up while I am still a teen

My cock loves training assholes into loose ass pussy

3. Hole Fuck. Fuck. A triangle Fuck. A triangle of pleasure Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads from his cock, balls, asshole, erupting outward, unrelenting, uncontrollable, to his entire body like an volcano exploding. Nothing could ever top this feeling sending him ablaze in molten heat and light. Fuck. The only thing that could ever top this feeling had to be death. Snuffed. Blackness. Oblivion. Because right now, mother fucker, at this single moment, he felt everything. Every fucking thing. He was Colossus. A Titan. God. The world channeled through him. Fuck yes. He was the eye of the needle; the eye of the beholder; the fuckin' cat five swirling eye of the hurricane. Nothing existed before this moment, nothing would after. He embodied the chord alpha and omega struck together throughout eternity jammed into one single note. Bam! Fuckin’ right here. Right now. Shit, man, it's a tsunami in here and he's riding this skinny little surfboard called Chris—it’s a thrill of a lifetime—and he's hanging on for dear fucking life! Fuck. He's overboard! He lost where he was, who he was. He's swimming up for air. All he feels is a tongue in his hole and a gummy mouth sucking his shriveled dick. Hairy arms hold him and run their hands over mounds of flesh, his burning flesh. He grinds his ass over someone’s furry pubes. Fuck, dude, tell how good is that? He'll never be able to sustain how aroused he is, every synapse of ecstasy is firing simultaneously. He's sure someone’s saying something to him but he can’t comprehend, even less respond. All he can react to is touch, those that touch him, those he can touch. Other senses abandoned him. Hard flesh, leathery muscle, sagging flesh, sinewy muscle, all attached to him in some area of his body, but he can’t differentiate the sum of these sensations. Fuck. There’s an argument, then a suggestion. Slowly he’s regaining sight. The pictures he saw stuttered like a reel of film falling off its track, still he made out bits of a room that could be hell. Red flakes falling off walls. Metallic roof reflecting flames all around him. An orange object dangled in front of him. What the fuck was that? A tentacle? He thought of a carrot, albeit one that was extraordinarily long and extremely pliable. Fuck. It was going in his anus and going in deep. Fuck. Voices emerged in the hellscape. Take it in—let it penetrate you. I've still got you. Long Beach Carl, his mother’s boyfriend was there. He's pushing the carrot into him. Oliver North was there as are a million cameras firing off strobe after strobe in his brain. Pop! Pop pop pop. He felt the object, initially so slender you hardly knew it was there until its mass grows with every inch it's inserted. The object passed through his rectum and entered his large intestine. It jus' pass through his second ring, said a Caribbean sounding voice. He's in a James Bond movie. He closes his eyes, he's tripping heavy, he knows he's not in a James Bond movie. Yet in his mind he imagines there's a race car that's tearing through a winding road in the Alps. He sees Sean Connery driving the winding road. His colon is a road, the object a vehicle that’s opening up his insides; every twist, tunnel and turn. Boom. Fuck. Chris is back in his body trying to come to terms with an object he feels somewhere on the right side of his abdomen. He ran his hand down to the spot and definitely felt an object inside him. Someone, Manetti it must be, pulled his hand back over his head. There are two men, Jamal and Master Drax he recognized, conferring at his hole, pushing something, a malleable orange sex toy through his anal canal. "The last mile is always the most difficult," Master Drax said to Jamal. Jamal goes back to sucking Chris' peanut. It not only distracted, but felt indescribably soothing. "Are you still with us, child?" Master Drax asked Chris. Chris wanted to communicate that he was still with them, raise a thumb or something, but he can't. He's immobile. He blinked instead hoping that said something. Words won't come back for quite a while, except for one. "Fu-u-u-u-ck," he yowls, forcefully arching his back. "I told you, Christian. New worlds. Hold him down. It doesn't give you pain. It's simple something you've never experienced." There is nothing to compare this to. He's hornier than fuck. He imagined his colon is being invaded by the tentacle of an octopus. He vividly hallucinates Master Drax is holding an octopus and guiding it to slither deep and deeper into him. But the tentacle had hit an impasse. It refused to penetrate into the next chamber. It had a life of its own, the tentacle; it poked and prodded against an impenetrable wall, won't proceed no matter how much Chris or Master Drax want it to. "The last foot is always the most revealing," Master Drax said to Chris, who could do nothing but look at him, and feel what was happening inside. "Jamal, get the amyl from the drawer." Jamal left the boy's dick and returned with a handful of capsules. He broke one and put it up to Chris nostrils. "Inhale it deeply, child." The effect it had on him was to immediately knock his head off his body. More than freeing his gut to allow the sex toy to penetrate, was the attitude it instilled: lust overpowers everything. He wanted that orange tentacle further up his ass. Jesus Fucking Christ he did! And his lust made it so. "F-u-u-u-u-ck." He feels it so intensely slip deeper inside. Two inches, three? It's a tickle that grows to a finger, which grows two feet in length to the size of a fist. The final girth is a medium size clenched fist. Master Drax has gotten the entire sex toy to press up against Chris' sphincter, but he's not satisfied. He bares down with his own fist to get his fist inside the boy too. "Another one," he instructed Jamal, who already had another hit of amyl under Chris's nose. Chris doesn't say, ‘fuck.’ Instead out rasped a throaty animal sound, a squall of air reacting to muscles going beyond what they're meant for: to hold shit in. There was pain, undeniably, but there was a definite element of pleasure in the animal cry, too. A sound an animal might shriek when it was dying but more like when it gave birth. To Chris, it was a sound emanating from his guts, and the large object within him and the large fist, that even after it entered his hole still plunged deeper into his bowels. He started stammering mindlessly, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," throwing his pelvis in the air, trying to get whatever's inside him outside him. This was where Manetti came in, holding him down, calming his colt. "Shhh. You did it, Chief.” He brought the kid down to him. “Good boy, good job." And though Manetti was as high as he's been in quite a while, he knew how to ride these twenty foot waves to shore. "Breathe. Get used to it. Accept it.” Manetti ran his hand over Chris’ chest, tweaked his nipple lightly. “Breathe, buddy. Relax your hole around it. Now squeeze! Now relax. Do it again." He's more a disembodied voice to Chris, but it was a familiar, disembodied voice, and it seemed to work. Though his hole was ready to explode again at any moment, and though the strain was more intense than anything he'd ever felt, he was over the agony of a few seconds ago. As he squeezed, then released, he was letting go of the panic and accepting the new sensation. Master Drax's pulled his fist out. This set off on another round of spasms, this time dispelling, like a two foot long shit—which pretty accurately described how it felt—the orange two-foot long object inside him. What would usually take his body hours of wave-like contractions to expel, happened in two seconds, which left him with an amazing feeling. Besides having the relief of not having the object ripping and pulling every which way, he was left with a sense of profound emptiness, and one other feeling he didn’t expect: he wanted it back in again. *** "Jamal, we need to capture this. Put two lights there and the camera there." Jamal went about setting up the shot. "Pig, let Christian up and bring over some grease. And take off that cage. I want you fluffed up when we shoot." Manetti helped Chris out of the sling. "I don’t think he’s ready to take my paw. Let Jamal fist him. He can probably take that,” he said to Master Drax. "Nonsense. Are to telling me how to conduct his affairs?" Master Drax handed Chris a bottle of poppers. "Use this right before we shoot." "No, Master,” Manetti replied. “You always know best. I just think the kid should..." "Enough. I determine what he 'should.' Jamal, are we ready?" Jamal nodded, and then helped Chris get into the sling. "Chief, how you feelin'?" Manetti asked Chris, who was adjusting the leg straps. "I feel great! That was mind-blowing. I am so fucking high." Manetti acknowledged he was too. Chris hadn't really considered that. Nothing seemed to exist beyond the skin of his body. "Places." Master Drax was in his element. "Jamal, take the boom, I'll operate the hand held. Pig, I want you coming into the shot. Christian, you just stay where you are. Enjoy it and encourage Manetti however you'd like. Use the seduction you know you have—you have the hole everyone wants, own that—but make sure you don't fake it, make sure you really want it from Manetti. No BS. Let's see how you do." "Yes, Master. Thank you for all of this." Master Drax nodded his approval, and called, "Action:" FADE IN: ABANDONED BUILDING - NIGHT There's a close-up of Chris' little puckered butthole. Its lips pout out like it's waiting for a kiss. It's not virginal anymore, but it's hardly gaped either. It lusts for something, someone. Manetti's broad back and hairy shoulders enter the frame and, yes, he's hard, very hard. You can tell there's chemistry, pun intended, between him and the boy. Let's not hide the fact they both look heavily drugged. He sits on a stool facing the boy's vulnerable hole. He puts a finger on its lip and pulls it down, testing its elasticity. The boy starts only slightly. He's excited yet there is an edge of fear in his face. We zoom in. His eyes are more than a little crazed with desire. The world weighs heavily on him, but he's young and resilient. It will take a lot to wear him down completely, and Manetti is more than capable of doing it. The man brings up two greased fingers and inserts them in the boy's velvet hole. They slide in easily. He coats the canal and bends down and brings up three fingers and more lube. The man's other hand is stroking his own rigid pole. He could nut at any point but he’ll hold off, at least for now. Three fingers easily slide into the boy's opening. The man shoves his three fingers up to where his pinky stops him from going further. He twists around the boy's hole, causing the boy to stir in pleasure. It's a very new sensation to him, and there's an exhilaration in his eyes that this man is going to penetrate his rectum with those enormous paws. He anticipates what it will feel like, how much it will hurt, but still grants there’s a deeper lust in him, a hedonistic impulse he's knows he's always had, that wants this man, wants this man in the most carnal of ways. Four greased fingers come up to the boy's butt and slide in, this time not as easily. Manetti has to go slow, gathering his fingers together, twisting slowly, applying pressure ever so slowly, prying the kid's sphincter apart, easing it open. He still has the large ridge of his thumb to go and he doesn't want to rush Chris. "Pick up the pace, pig. Let's get to it," says the director. Manetti sees Chris is taking a hit of poppers. That should help. He greases his whole hand and swathes the boy's entire butt. He prods the hole with four fingers, then adds his thumb. It's all funneling down into this tight hole. He's fighting with Chris' sphincter, it's resisting the circumference of his palm. Manetti twists slowly one way then the other. "Take three hits in a row, boy," he instructs Chris. Chris has only had single hits up to now, and each one has left him spinning, but he listens to Manetti and takes three consecutive hits. He barely manages to replace the cap but his eyes signal he's ready. Manetti holds his hand out in place. Not only is the kid's hole relaxing, he’s pushing out his butt and on his own, starts swallowing Manetti hairy paw. He keeps jutting his ass out so it swallows Manetti’s thumb, clutching the entire appendage down to his wrist. He’s instinctively squeezing Manetti’s huge mitt into him, as the hand tapers to a wrist. The vice-like clamp slides Manetti fingers into the boy's soft internal flesh. He howls at his accomplishment. He's in ecstatic agony as his rectum comes to accept the large foreign object. A huge invader, the likes his internal organs have never known. Master Drax was large, but Manetti's huge. Manetti rests his hand just where it is. He tells Chris to take another hit, which he does, and then starts slowly turning his hand inside the boy. They look into each other's eyes, and you can see the intensity of their communication transcends words. There is a microsecond of pain registering on Chris' face, and Manetti stops twisting, but begins again as soon as he sees Chris has accepted the sensation and now enjoys it. The tip of Manetti's middle finger is the first to touch a deeper area. He feels the rapid pulse of the boy in what feels like strings guarding a new chamber. He gently swirls the finger clockwise, then slowly traces the finger counterclockwise. Chris initiates a release of internal muscles that allow Manetti to add his index and ring finger deeper into Chris' canal. Manetti rotates slightly to allow his pinky and thumb to follow into the chamber. Chris inhales deeply as he senses where Manetti is in his body. It’s both an open invitation to go further, and a dawning realization of how far he ultimately wants Manetti to penetrate him. It’s just the two of them, eye to eye. Again he's in an enclosed confessional with Manetti. “You owned me," he admits, "ever since I met you. I can't resist you." He proves it, too, by sliding down deeper and impaling himself further onto Manetti's hand. You only have to look at the earnestness in his expression, his utter submission to the will of the man inside him, to see Manetti can do to him whatever he wants. Manetti knows that and will exploit it. The splayed out fingers start balling into a fist. The fingertips scrape against the raw colon sending nerve cells into an explosion of sensation, firing round after round of alarm to Chris' brain. Chris trusts Manetti with his body. He breaths and quells the panic. There is a joy about him knowing Manetti now actually has his fist, his balled up fist, in his ass. The noun, fist, he sees, is why it's also a verb. Yes, he signals to Manetti. Yeah, do it, fist me, say his eyes. And Manetti starts, ever so slowly, pulling out then pushing in. It's building. You can see it in the boy's face. It's revving up to become a piston fuck, which is animating Chris' face: joy, pleasure, excitement, apprehension, and at last at a building rhythmic pace, lust; demonic lust for Manetti to do it harder. Manetti knows this. This isn't his first rodeo. He's a great Top and is proving again. When you say 'handpuppet' this is what it means. Manetti twists Chris on his wrist. He's testing the boy constantly, seeing what he can take, seeing where he has to push him to accept his, Manetti's, will. Manetti knows the kid's body will reveal the course his hand will take and guide him along the way, but it's Manetti's confidence in his power that allows Chris to relinquish his. When the kid says he owns him, Manetti takes him at his word. He unfurls his fist, stretches his fingers deep into the kid's rectum, finds a new ring, swirls, charms, and enters his intestine. He straightens out the curve he finds, using his hand to reshape the boy under his care. He then almost pulls out, sphincter puckered to the extreme, then goes back in and rests just momentarily. He's traveled a great distance in those inches. Chris is undulating with libidinous hunger, but calms down when Manetti rests. He syncs to Manetti’s mastery. The man's palm is holding his prostate, holding it like it's resting in a hammock. As he rocks it gently, Chris is in ecstasy as if Manetti is rocking his soul. But Manetti doesn’t simply the boy's soul. He’s looking for the point where Chris will give up everything. That’s the ultimate power he seeks. He's probing the boy again feeling all his organs till he finds the pressure point he's looking for. Manetti's other hand grabs the boy's erect cock and a spray of piss erupts out of him. "Beautiful," says the director. Manetti first directs it toward himself, lets it splash in his mouth, noisily slurping down a few gulps and spits some out, then he points the stream back at Chris. Chris is out of his mind with sensation he's perceiving inside his body with the awareness that his pissing uncontrollably in front of a group of strangers, and being recorded doing it, and he's finding pleasure in the lewd act of primal degradation. He doesn't care, and that is incredibly erotic. He lets out a spontaneous, "Oh, fuck, Sir," as the stream hits his face and he greets it open mouthed. Manetti has pulled his hand back into a fist and is tugging at the inside of the kid's sphincter. He lets it sit at the extreme point of the stretch, pushes back in as far as he can, then yanks the fist completely out. Chris' hole flairs out with the camera capturing the red pedals of the freshly opened boyhole, the newly revealed flesh the world has never seen before. It's the first promise that a rosebud will bloom. Chris is convulsing wildly. Manetti stands, puts a hand on the kid's heaving chest, and with his other hand he's diddling, strumming his fingers against the boy's excited hole, doesn't want to lose the gape he fought for. Before Chris has a chance to come to his senses, Manetti's inserting three, and then four fingers back inside him. It tells Chris he's still open enough to keep fisting. Chris eyes him. Manetti has broken through something, for Chris says with clear intent, "Sir, destroy my pussy." "You want me to destroy your pussy, boy?" "Yes, Sir. I want you to give me a sloppy cunt." "You got a nasty mouth, boy." He sits back down on the stool, and there's a new lasciviousness that wasn't in Manetti before. He applies grease, a lot more grease, to his hand and some to his large hairy cock; black hair spotted with chunks of white Crisco. He also spreads some lube over his massive balls. He's back at the boy's hole with four fingers twisting around. His second hand joins the first with another swath of grease. They're sliding over each other and the rapid stimulation shows on the boy's face. He grabs for the poppers and takes a hit. His head releases back and he's now solely focused on his hole. He feels fingers sliding in and out. Pulling at his hole. Two fingers on each side pry him open, then three fingers on each side, then four. The hands pry his hole apart so hard they’re shaking. The inside of his hole feels like pudding, malleable flesh that submits to each stroke of Manetti's churning hands. One hand slips easily inside, then comes right out. The other hand disappears inside the kid's hole then reappears. Manetti's hand crunches into a fist and strains at Chris’ sphincter, trying to punch through. Chris leans his head forward and takes a couple more hits, and the fist punches in. The kid utters a loud moan. Manetti leans in, asks, "You okay, boy?" Chris answers, "Punch my fuckin' pighole." Manetti does, let's loose his fury. At first, one first in and out, then the other in and out. He's building up momentum until Chris is wailing in delirium. He pulls out a fist violently to watch the hole again flair open, this time much larger, almost the size of his palm. Chris' body shakes until Manetti puts a single finger on Chris gaping hole. He is in charge of that hole; he will tell it when it is allowed to have an orgasm. "Take more hits, boy." Chris does, and with a head clouded with poppers, Manetti resumes his repetitive punching, but now, Chris grabs his legs and pulls them to his chest, pulling his ass cheeks apart, begging to be Manetti's hole. Manetti obliges, inserting a fist and goes deep, pulling out quickly, then inserting a second fist in as far as it will go. It's not as rapid, but it’s a much deeper punch. Chris is not only taking it but continuing to pull his legs apart farther. In fact, he's taking his right leg with both arms and falling to his left side in the sling, moaning like a whore pushing his boy pussy obscenely out of the sling for Manetti to pummel. It's too much for Manetti seeing the boy in such a lewd pose. He needs to fuck this cunt right now, while he's in this state of abnormal delirium. He’s turned the kid into a whore and he’s the stud who gets the reward of fucking a possessed cunt! He grabs both of Chris' legs and pulls him forward in the sling. He stuffs his gaping hole with his cock, then pops one wiry ball in, then the other. He fucks him in short, staccato strokes. Chris is in rapture and eggs Manetti on, squeezing as much of his loosened sphincter as he can. What he lacks in strength he makes up in how extended his pussy has become. With his entire rectum he surrounds Manetti's genitals in a gelatinous, gluey grip. He knows—he feels!—Manetti's hairy balls are scraping against his bowels. He experiences Manetti gyrating inside him, perceives a iron erection stirring his entrails. Wanting him to cum in him, spread his dirty cum in his raw hole, he begs and pleads aloud for Manetti to breed him, to knock him up. Manetti pulls out completely. His balls swing freely dripping lube and other viscous droppings. His engorged cock plops out and slaps Chris’ balls. The kid jumps. Manetti likes what he sees, so he slaps his balls again with a greasy hand. Instead of retreating, the kid pushes his balls up toward Manetti's chest. The man grabs the kid’s balls and twists them till the kid cries in agony. With his other greasy hand Manetti smacks his ass, then plays with the boy’s hole, lowering him down. He takes the hand that smacked the kid's ass and penetrates him with it. The kid gasps, but accepts the hand immediately, starts squirming on it, becomes ravished by it. Manetti is in heat. He takes his dick and inserts it into the palm of the hand that’s inside Chris. It's far more girth then Chris has so far endured. You can see that in his strained face. But he's not rejecting it. His desire for Manetti overwhelms everything. He wants Manetti's to jerk off inside him, he encourages it with a slight rocking movement. When Manetti stops he realizes that Manetti wants to control his own hand job, so Chris completely submits, holds his legs apart so Manetti can do what he wants to him. Manetti observes the complete, utter subservience as does the camera. There's not much movement for you to see for a moment except in close-up of the hole. There's a rapid vibration only showing in the tendons of Manetti's wrist. He’s jerking his hand inside the hole. Manetti contorts his face as Chris watches in awe. He's getting close. Chris relaxes some muscles to encourage Manetti to use more of his insides to beat off. He's fisting his cock just as violently as he's fisting Chris' hole. The more Chris submits to Manetti's violet masturbation, the harder Chris realizes he's getting fisted. It's win-win. They're in perfect sync. Manetti is using long strokes to pleasure himself and Chris is writhing in pleasure. Manetti releases as Chris' eyes roll back in his head. Manetti's trained to show the money shot but he's locked into this moment of seeding this hole. He explodes, shoots deep into the bowels, sending his fist into the innermost depths. He pulls out very briefly to show cum leaking from his dick, but he's quick to get back inside, still jetting, smearing his dickhead around and around Chris' entrails. He squeezes every last drop out of his balls. He pinches his foreskin to not leave any semen behind. There both stare at each other. Manetti drips sweat onto Chris, who's also shining in heat. Manetti has a look of relief of a man who has given everything and held nothing back; Chris looks beatific, fulfilled—a bride inseminated. Manetti looks in his wide blue eyes, raises an eyebrow, and floods his hole with piss. Chris looks surprised, and states astonished, "You’re whizzing in me." Manetti pulls out for a second, pisses all over him, then reinserts himself. He flashes his famous shark tooth smile. Chris sends an identical shark tooth grin right back. "Cut," the director says.

My first time was with my older brother. I was 10 and he was 13 and I caught him jerking off and he told me about blowjobs and I sucked my first dick that day. We did that every day for a few months before we started fucking. We still fuck a few times a week. I think he started my love for cock and cum.

Part 3 As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.

PART 2: The BBC loads the Boss man and one of his crew shot up my ass as they got their gutta swag on were still fresh when I texted one of my DL fuck buddies and told him my hole was wett, nutted, and eager. I laughed as I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror - crusty cum streaks were blasted all over my head from the other two crew members who gave me a facial. I decided to leave their dried nutt on me and show my fuck buddy what a nasty boy I had been that morning. He loves it when my hole is freshly fucked and open, so he was going to go wild when he saw this. Thirty minutes and 10-inches later, I had another load planted in me. It didn’t take my buddy long to shoot as I told him the story of the Boss and his crew while he dicked me down. Once he left I showered, cleaned up the house a bit, jacked off and took a nap. It wasn’t a good nap though as my ass ached for more dick. Time to get out of the house and try to take my mind off the thug BBCs. No luck. I walked west, past the Wharf - a new $2 billion development along the river - followed the spur jag towards 14th Street and as I got to the railroad trestle noticed one of the guys in uniform from the business improvement district - someone who was part of the Boss’ crew. He was banging a hoe at a clump of weeds that were invading the sidewalk but he saw me out of the corner of his eye, paused, turned, rested his gloved hands on the the top of his tool and watched as I now slowly walked towards him. Was he one of the crew who nutted me/on me in the dark of the shipping container? I didn’t think as this guy seemed taller, and much bigger than the others. His gloved hands twitched as I got closer, he slowly took them off exposing his large, strong hands. He fumbled around in his pockets, pulled out a crumpled Newports box, a lighter, and inhaled a stream of hot 420 smoke. I closed my eyes and SNIFFED - fuck I love that smell. I was only a couple steps away from him when he gave me a hard look, smiled, reached down with his left hand and slowly slid it up and down the long mound forming on his left leg and said, “Grab that trash bag there for me,” and turned and stepped off the sidewalk. I bent down, not really thinking anything could or would happen out here, I mean we were on the street for fuck’s sake. Yet as I followed him the 15 feet or so towards the back wall of the train trestle/bridge, the crew man turned sideways and stepped towards his left and vanished behind the thicket of vines and branches that were fighting to take over this little corner of DC. I cautiously approached the opening, looked back and forth just to make sure there was no one on the sidewalk and felt a quick thrill as I eyed the cars speeding by on the main section of road just beyond the next bridge casement piling. I turned to the side, slid through the gap in the overgrowth, the stone of the bridge wall surprisingly cool at my back, and entered into a hidden sanctuary - a temple of lust, abuse, vice, and mayhem as testified to by the scattered needles, condoms, beer cans, cigarette butts and 420 remnants. I declined the offer of a hit when the crewman held out his smoke, and as he exhaled he said, “Careful where you step - you don’t want to run into any big black grass snakes now do you?” I took a step back and started scanning the ground frantically. I hate snakes! The guy started choking as he laughed, wasting his last hit as smoke poured out his nose and mouth, “Fuck man,” he finally got out, “You a trip.” He then unzipped his pants, let them drop to the ground, pointed at his hard dick that was was bouncing happily now that it was set free, and said, “THIS HERE’S A KENTUCKY BLACK SNAKE, BIG COUNTRY MOTHER FUCKA, DON’T BE SCARED NOW, GO ON, KISS IT, SNUGGLE UP TO IT WITH THAT MOUTH, IT WON’T BITE - YET!” I kicked at the detritus and debris littering the ground, cleared a small spot on the dry, caked earth, knelt before the BBC, and as I tasted the salty tanginess of his uncut, unwashed, cheesy dick, he sighed, put his left hand on the back of my head, and said, “HMM, YEAH THAT’S IT, OPEN THAT MOUTH, THEY SAID YOU GAVE GOOD NECK. I WANNA SEE YOU SWALLOW THAT FOOT LONG WHOLE YOU HEAR ME?” I paused, his spit covered shaft slipped from between my thirsty lips, I looked up at him and twitched in excitement as I took in the monster cock, his dark skinned torso, and saw the look in his eyes that told me I was going to get fucked. “THAT’S RIGHT,” he continued, “I KNEW YOU WAS THAT RAW DAWGING GUTTA SLUT THE MOMENT I SAW YOU COMING DOWN THE SIDEWALK AND I SAID TO MYSELF, HELL YEAH, THANK YOU JESUS, AS I BEEN RIPPIN AND RUNNING STRAIGHT THE PAST THREE DAYS AND HERE COMES JUST WHAT I NEED.” I just shrugged, adjusted my position, and returned to slurping on his ripe, dirty dick. “Hey Mr. you back here? I see your bag and shit. Hey Mr. I got to…..” The BBC crewman I was sucking held my head in place on his dick and I could not turn to see who’s voice that was and grunted in frustration - not at being held on his dick, but at the fucking interruption. Jesus! The BBC started jabbing at my mouth, silently demanding I continue, as the voice behind me said, “Oh whoa, hey Mr. I...you I… just...me and Scruff here…” I gasped for air as the crewman let my head go and stepped away, his pulsing black dick glistening with my spit. I turned and glared at the interloper when I saw it was not another BBC from the crew, but a real tall, homeless looking white guy - beard, scraggly hair, total hipster type, like 20 or so. I had seen him around before begging for cash by the Metro station and had even given him a few bucks - well the money was more for his dog, this cute mutt that he had on a leash and who even now was settling against the cool stone wall for relief. Looked like someone had gone a few rounds on the hipster’s face since I saw him last. He was bruised and cut up and it wasn’t from falling down. “Look Speedy,” the BBC crewman said, “I’m a little busy right now - well I’m about time to be, so I don’t have time to chat today. I left a bag over there with some granola bars and shit in it for you - you got what you owe me? Looking to re-up?” Speedy mumbled, fished into his pockets and started pulling out crumpled handfuls of bills. He dropped more than he held as his hands shook. He scooped up the wayward cash, along with some leaves and trash, and stepped over and handed it to the BBC, who with his pants still down, counted out the cash, handed a few bills back, then reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a white round gumball looking thing inside a plastic baggy. “Here you go Speedy,” he said as he handed it to him, “And you know where to find me tomorrow if you trying to connect for some more stash. So, before you go get wasted, you want to get up in some good ass? Its been tried and tested and the homies said that pussy took it like a pro, he won’t mind, will you?” With that the BBC cuffed me on the head and laughed. I turned and Speedy was already fumbling with his pants, I looked up and the crewman nodded his head, making it clear he wanted me to let the hipster homeless dude nutt in me. I stood up, dropped my pants, the BBC crewman sat down on an overturned, white bucket like you find on a construction site, Speedy walked up behind me, spit on his little dick, and started jabbing at where he thought my hole was. He was like 6-inches off, which was about the size of his dick too. The crewman laughed as he watched this mismatched set up, then hit his smoke, and when he opened his eyes Speedy was still trying to find my hole. Frustrated I bent over further and said, “Hang the fuck on a second, let me guide you in,” and with a few more jabs, a grunt, and a flinch on my part, Speedy’s little white dick was poking at my outer ring. “YOU A FUCKIN LITTLE SEED DEMON AIN’T YOU SPEEDY,” the crewman said, “COME ON NOW. NUTT IN THAT HOLE. I KNOW YOU AIN’T FUCKED NOTHING BUT THAT MUTT OF YOURS IN FOR FUCKING EVER - YEAH I SAW YOU YOU TWISTED FUCK - BUT HEY, NO JUDGMENT HERE RIGHT? SEE? I FOUND YOU SOME REAL PUSSY ASS TO NUTT IN. COME ON NOW. BLOW THAT WHITE LOAD UP THERE.” I thought Speedy was going to have a heart attack the way he was breathing hard and digging at me with his boney fingers like he was trying to grab on for dear life. He then made this high pierced gasping sound and I thought for sure the fucker had died inside me, but he rutted my ass once, twice, paused, shook, shook some more with a total body fit, then collapsed against me - apparently that was how hipsters came. Speedy slipped off me, stood back, I looked down and sighed as my dick had not even gotten hard from that. The crewman laughed, stood up, tossed his now finished blunt on the ground and waved his hand, “Go on now Speedy, get your mutt and get a move on.” The hipster mumbled, grabbed his dog who moaned at having to move, and they stumbled out through the brush and I was alone again with the BBC. He stroked his dick to full length as he gave me a smile of pure evil and warned, “MY SNAKE IS GOING TO BITE YOU NOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I’M SURPRISED SPEEDY COULD GET THAT DOLL DICK OF HIS HARD WITH ALL THE SHIT HE SHOOTS UP, BUT YOU JUST BETTER HOPE FOR YOUR SAKE HE SLICKED IT UP FOR ME.” I bent over, anxious to feel that long, black snake slither through my grass, but yelped when the crewman’s strong hand clamped down on the back of my neck in a vice grip, he pushed me and forward and I grunted as the breath was knocked out of me as he slammed me face down into the trash and shit on the ground. Just as he released me enough so I could take a big breath, he dropped his body onto me, slamming me back into the ground and driving his big raw dick right up my hole. I cried out in pain and he just laughed and I knew that for him, right then, I was nothing more than another piece of trash scattered on the ground. The whole scene was fucking hot - from the sound of cars zooming by several yards away, knowing I was being fucked bareback by a rough thug, to being taken under the bridge - a spot I had walked past numerous times on the way to work never thinking that someday I would be gutted in the bushes there. “YEAH FEEL THAT FUCKING SNAKE BITE! SHIT HURTS RIGHT? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME - LET ME KNOW THAT SHIT HURTS - THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO HEAR - YOU EVER HAD 11-INCHES BEFORE? NOT LIKE THIS YOU AIN’T - NOT LIKE THIS I CAN TELL YOU. RAPE YOU LIKE YOU WAS MY PRISON BITCH - RAPE THAT CHEM NUTT INTO THOSE GUTTS - YEAH DIRTY COCK-HUNGRY PRISON BITCH - FUCKING HELL WE’S GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN. COME ON NOW - YOU READY? FUCK MY NUTT! FUCK MY NUTT! AW SHIT - YEAH - AWWW SHIIIIIT - FUCK MY NUTT - AWW!!!” The crewman continued to ride my ass hard as his snake spit its venom deep up my raw ass. Brutal nasty fucker! When his balls were empty, he laid on top of me, breathing hard, then turned his head, kissed me gently on the neck and sighed as his dick slid out and he stood up. He had a big smile on his face when I stood and without asking permission I turned back around, reached behind me and grabbed his semi-hard black snake, lifted my hips up a little, and slid it back into my hole. “Push that cum in deeper,” I begged. He banged me a few times, sighed, pulled out, shook his head and said, “Fuck you’re a freak. Yeah we are going to have a fucking good time.” I must have had a pathetic look on my face because he spun me back around and grunted as he slid his dick back up my ass. “HOW DOES THAT SEX OFFENDER NUTT FEEL?” he asked. When I moaned in pleasure as he stroked my inner walls he continued, “EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEONE WHO CAN HANDLE THEIR DARK SIDE. CAN YOU HANDLE A NICCA’S DARK SIDE?” As I continued to moan yes and begged for him to poison my ass again, he told me his dark, taboo, and perverted fantasy and I played along, giving him what he needed, and he gave me what I deserved - another hot load deeper than the first. His pants were back up, he was hitting a fresh joint and sitting on the bucket as I knelt beside him. He kissed the top of my head, rubbed my neck, smiled when I looked at him, then asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded and he repeated that, “We like breakin backs - no limits - I’d enjoy just using you one-on-one if that’s all you can take. That’s some good ass, but fuck - if you serious, I can make sure you get more black dick and rowdy nicca nutt than you could ever handle. So one last time, you sure? If you say yes, there ain’t no going back with these fuckers, there’s rules, and risk, but you’ll love the reward.” Having convinced him, I rested my head against his strong shoulder as he kicked his right leg out, dug his cell phone from his front pocket, held the joint between his lips and texted someone. When I asked questions all he would say is, “No, it’s not the Boss.” His phone chimed, he looked at the screen, laughed, then said, “Fuck - no going back now - see - this nicca’s already thinking of what ways he can make that ass black and blue.” I flinched a little at the thought. To reassure, me the BBC crewman pulled me towards him, leaned down, and kissed me - gently at first, then with more passion, force, and desire. A door slammed, we paused, disentangled our tongues and stood up. A hulking, dark shadow blocked out the speckled light as it moved down the sidewalk, then to the side, and then squeezed through the opening at the back. “Fuck Denton, told you before this hidey-hole of yours ain’t made for a fucka my size,” the man said as he came fully into view. I thought the BBC crewman who had just used me was big; this new guy was massive - like a black, T-Rex - a Thug-Rex, and my hole squeezed a little tighter. Denton laughed, walked over, they grabbed each other’s arms then did the ‘one shoulder’ in and out hug before Denton leaned in, whispered something as he moved his hands, and then got pushed out of the way as the Thug-Rex stomped over to me and showed me how small I really was. I’m not sure what I expected but it was not him introducing himself like this was a fucking job interview as he held out his right hand and said, “Hi, my name’s Kavion. Pleasure to meet you, and you can just call me Kav.” Like Denton, he appeared maybe 5-10 years older than me, but unlike Denton who was pretty clean cut, Kav had long braids, thick full beard, and when he smiled it’s clear he had seen a few fights or something due to the gaps in his teeth and the ones he had were blinged out. I shook his hand, he crushed mine, I winced, he laughed, then before I could react he had spun me around, wrapped an arm that was as big as my leg around my neck and squeezed as his left hand yanked hard, pulling my pants down. Kav shifted until my neck was locked in the V of his arm and as he fumbled behind me, his arm muscles tightened, constricting my airway and I started to panick. I grabbed at his arms, which was like trying to unwind a python from a lamb, and then Denton was in front of me, his eyes alight with taboo desire as he whispered, “That’s it - fight him - Kav likes it when they try to run, don’t you Kav?” I opened my mouth to say something - or cry out - or fuck I don’t know what when Kav’s arm tightened a little more and then a white hot pain lanced my body like a bazooka grenade had just gone off inside me. My eyes went wide, my nostrils flared, my body stiffened in shock as Denton laughed, stroked my forehead and said, “YEAH, KAV JUST MUST HAVE PUSHED HIS 12-INCHER INSIDE THAT ASS. FUCKING HELL I LOVE THAT LOOK - THAT LOOK OF PURE FEAR - DO IT AGAIN BRO - PULL OUT AND PUSH BACK IN.” The big man obeyed and my body convulsed. The black Thug-Rex dick pummeled my nutt filled guts then just as quickly as it started, he stopped, relaxed his arm, let me gulp some air, then as I shoved off his hard rod, Denton caught me, held me up, hugged me a little, smiled, chuckled, and said, “That was hot shit.” My mind yelled NO, but my body was eager for more. Denton then grabbed my head between his hands and started kissing me hard. As he did, Kav latched onto my left arm, twisted it out and away from my body and I felt a sharp sting followed by a wicked burning sensation as he injected me with something. I immediately panicked, but they held me tight and within no more than 5-seconds the panic just faded away to nothing and I felt warm, content, awake, but relaxed, and horny as mother fucking hell! They laughed as when they let me go I reached out for both their dicks. Denton gave me one last kiss and said, “My break’s over. Kav’s going to give you a ride home and hang out with you at your place. He’s done for the day - well done working anyways - he’s just getting started on you. Like I warned you, once you start there ain’t no going going back.” My mind was a little fuddled as Denton walked away and slipped out by the back wall and disappeared. Kav shook me, “Come on. Let’s get your pants up, get you to your house. I know you live in the area, so you got your keys? What’s your address? Good - that’s good. Fuck, look what you done? You got me raging hard - just raging - well that’s OK since I plan to shred that pussy up when we get to your place. Yeah that’s right, we’re going to your place. Huh? What’d I give you? I gave you some good black dick that’s what I gave you. Now come on.” Kav guided me to his truck, buckled me in like I was a toddler, walked around the front, the truck settled as he climbed in and we headed towards my house. He reached over, his huge right hand stroking my inner thigh - I moaned and spread my legs wishing he were fucking me again. “Don’t you worry now,” he said as if reading my mind, “I’ll be stretching and banging that pussy out in no time at all. You know how many times I can shoot? At least 4 or 5 no problem.” His voice was all I could hear - his body was all I could see - his musk was all I could smell - the ache in my ass was all I could feel as we drove and he told me, “I guess Denton told you about the group right? There are some good guys on the crew - they’re all good - but well, some of them don’t need to know what they don’t need to know - you understand me? We’re sort of a group within a group - Denton, me, one of the youngins who nutted on your face this morning - hell yeah I know all about that - several others too. When there is a fresh slut option around fucking word spreads. You see me and the guys, we all been rolled up but not just for criminal shit - we’re all offenders - registered - you know sex offenders. Usually we find some crack smoking-rock star-street-whore we can get crazy with, but you close enough and you know what? You ain’t calling the cops or saying shit to no one and we’re going to give you them kids to babysit as we turn that boy ass into our private gurl pussy. You scared? You should be.” I made a dismissive sound, puffed out my chest, and bragged about how I knew dudes who had been in jail, thugs, drug dealers, what have you. Kav laughed dismissively like I was a child who just found out a stove was fucking hot when my mother yelled, “Don’t touch that!” and I ignored her. Once we got inside my condo, Kav immediately stripped, scratched his hairy balls, had me tongue bath them, let me sniff his dick, then ordered me to make him a drink and roll him a joint while he looked around and started opening drawers and closets and cabinets and scoping out whatever shit I owned. When I told him I didn’t know how to roll a joint, he punished me a little, said, “That’s a basic bitch skill and one you best get good at real fast,” before showing me how. He was surprisingly a patient teacher. I went to the bathroom to piss and when I came back out, Kav had just hit PLAY on the DVR and then guided me over to the table. There was an assortment of pills, needles, drug shit laid out and Kav ordered, “Pick your poison.” I frankly didn’t know what most of the shit was, so Kav stood behind me, his hard dick pressed against my back as he reached around me, pointing to various things telling me what it was and how it would fuck me up. In the end, Kav decided I need to learn how to smoke 420. As we hit the first joint, Kav had me strip and took his time ordering me into different positions so he could see my hole before he would reach out and smack my ass hard. The weed had kicked in, Kav put me in a neck lock again, ripped my hole open, then with me impaled on his dick he settled himself into the chair by my computer, reached around me and began typing. A few clicks, and there was a picture of Kav on the screen - I focused my eyes, read what it said, and then shook in fear. Kav neck locked me again, shifted his hips back and forth pushing his black rod a bit deeper and said, “I told you and what they caught me for ain’t nothing compared to my twisted needs, which you WILL satisfy.” A few more keystrokes on the DC Sex Offenders Registry http://sexoffender.dc.gov/ and another face popped up on the screen - Denton - the dude who fucked me under the train bridge. Christ! Look at what he got charged with! I shivered some more, Kav laughed, and each offender profile he pulled up seemed to get worse and worse, and the more my body quaked the more his big black dick bounced in excitement in my guts like it could smell my fear. What had I gotten myself into?

Part V As my new buddy finished the kiss and got up, I could feel his cock pull out of my ass and it looked like another guy was stepping forward also. At this point I passed out again. When I finally woke up I was a little off my bearings of where I was at for a bit and then turning over to my side I realized I was laying on a cot and remembered I had had too much to drink and had passed out as my new buddy and his friend were going to help me to this cot to lay down for a bit. It must have been more than a bit though as it was now dark out. There were lights on an I looked at my watch and hells bells it was just past 9 at night. I had been out a good 5 hours. Damn, I had to get up and as I sat up my bud came walking up and asked how I was doing? I asked him why he had let me sleep so long and he said they had tried 3 or 4 times to get me up but couldn't so gave up. I though oh hell got to never drink in the daytime again. My clothes were stacked neatly on a chair at the foot of the cot. I sat up to reach for them and it hit me that my ass sure was sore for some reason. I looked around and both tables and the sling were busy again. I just shook my head and reache for my things. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around talking. I wasn't paying much attention but overheard some while I sat there trying to get my bearings more to get dressed. The little I picked up was something about a guy who had been in the sling, real cum dump, out of it, probably going to be poz soon (whatever that meant), must have taken 30 or 35 loads(whatever that meant too). My new bud came by again and the guy who had grabbed my ass too. Told them my legs were still mighty rubbery for some reason, which got a laugh out of the guy. My bud gave him a look of some kind and he stopped though. We just sat there for a bit and talked about nothing really for a bit. Then one of the guys who had been standing around talking came over. I looked up and he stuck his hand out and I reached out and we shook hands and he said something weird about me being his hero as he didn't think he could handle as many. He then turned and walked off. I just sat there and stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. My bud and the other guy both had huge grins on their faces. I had no idea what was going on but was starting to think someone was pulling one on me or something but couldn't figure it out. I tried standing again and made it to my feet finally. I grabbed my shorts to pull them on and as I bent over to step into them I all at once felt something wet on my ass and as I straightened up a veritable gusher seemed to come out of my ass. I quickly stepped aside away from the cot thinking I had all of a sudden developed the damn dreaded runs or diarrhea. As I looked down I noticed that was not what it was though. It seemed to be wet and even somewhat white in appearance. I stuck a finger in it to see and it was sticky and slippery at the same time. I lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed it and it had very little odor but one I know I had smelled before but couldn't place it. I then got real brave and stuck my tongue out and tasted it too. Still wasn't sure what it was but had a familiar taste to it also. I was at a loss. I looked up and my bud and the other guy were both trying not to laugh. I told them "Okay, now let me in on the joke, guys. What were you up to while I was out?" "You don't remember anything?" my bud asked, as he reached over, grabbed a towel and threw it to me to wipe off with as the liquid was oozing down my thighs. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what's going on, but it sure is a mess," I answered. "Don't worry - I've seen it before," by bud answered. I wiped off and then finally was able to get my shorts on. I sat down again and as I did I heard a loud moan and looked up to see the guy in the sling being apparently filled again and loving it. As I looked my mind cleared a bit and I then remembered the fall earlier onto the table with the other guy falling on top of me. It was a little fuzzy but then it seemed like something happened. I then remembered something at my butt and yes, something wet and feeling good. I then remembered that whatever it had been felt so good I had a hardon like crazy. I looked up and both guys were grinning again. I was starting to remember things a little but foggy. I told them I must have had a hell of a dream. They both in unison told me to tell them about it. So I told them what I had remembered so far and as I was telling it I remembered more. I remember the guy having his fingers in my hole and then pulling them out and something larger going in and then in and out making my cock harder than hell. I then remember him pulling away from me and then a blank for a bit. Then it seemed I had woke up on the cot but my arms and legs were bound somehow and my buddy was between my legs then. I told them I seemed to be able to feel something going in and out of my hole again and my buddy apparently doing it. I then remember seeing a mirror and being able to see his cock going in and out of my ass. Then it felt so good my own cock started erupt and my buddy seemet to be done about the same time. I said wow what a dream. I then said there seemed to be a blank but every so often I had a vision of another guy and another guy between my legs for quite some time. I shook my head to clear out some more cobwebs but really couldn't think of anything else till I woke up a little bit ago. I said being around you gay guys sure made my imagination run wild in my sleep. They both were laughing like crazy as I stood up and pulled on my shirt. My sore as again seemed to be seeping fluids and I quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel again just a huge blob of stuff came out. I wiped it up and sat down again wondering what the hell was going on. Just then another guy came walking up and as I looked up he was asking my new buddy how I was doing and had they filled me in on how many cocks I had had in me yet? My mouth dropped open at that and I said what, what, what is he talking about. I couldn't even hardly talk it was such a shock what he had said. He said oh, sorry I thought they had told you already and turned and beat a hasty retreat. I looked from my buddy to the other guy. They both kind of looked down and the other guy said he had told me about that nice looking ass of mine might be trouble. He went on to tell me that when I had fallen on the table and him on top of me it was just too much for him and he had dived down and started to rim my ass and it had tasted so sweet he couldn't stop himself and soon had his fingers in my hole and then it was really too much and he had then stood up and in the heat of the moment and me moaning like crazy had fucked me and blew his load in me deep. I just sat and stared. I said I thought that was a dream. He kind of chuckled then and said it was dreamy anyway and a virgin hole had about driven him nuts with how good it felt.

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.

Favorite part is when a big dicked top starts hitting my prostate and I start leaking precum and then cum. Cumming handsfree from getting fucked is my favorite part. Doesn't happen too often as not everyone can do this to me but when it does I'm in heaven and cum buckets.

I like when the cock is so inside to me, that I can feel his balls hit my butts !