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The Restroom A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead. “Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey. “Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles. “Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt. I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent. “You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again. Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant. My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness. I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen. I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch. “Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky. His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water. “Good boy,” I say softly. The Room He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge. He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine. He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands. “It’s OK,” I murmur. He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life. “It’s ok,” I repeat. I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes. “Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh. “Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval. “Good,” he says in thickly accented English. “Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.” He shakes his head, confused. My Cock, Harbinger “Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall. His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him. “Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself. He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent. I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm. I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon. The Bed He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.” He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp. Conception I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans. “It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed. He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss. It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.

Clay sipped his half pint of lager as he stood on the mezzanine level overlooking the ground floor of the newly refurbished bar. He still didn't like what they had done to the place as it was now all modern and sleek and totally out of character to how it use to be when it was just a sleazy pub on the corner of a street in Earls Court. At 22 Clay was not the type of young lad who could stop traffic, he was okay looking and definitely not a kick out of bed person. He stood at average height of 5 feet 7 inches with a medium build that muscular but not defined, he certainly looked as though he could rugby tackle you to the ground. In fact Clay was just your stereotypical young gay lad who was pretty normal, from the looker on aspect you would never know he was gay. He looked around again at his surroundings with sadness at what they had done to the place. His housemate and he would come to the pub a couple of times a week to enjoy a drink and people watch as it was one of London's notorious locations. Clay never picked up guys from here as they were mostly older clientele, well when your only 22 years old anything over 30 seemed older to those who had not experienced what came with age. He smiled to himself watching guys who were so obviously giving the eye to other guys as they would casually walk by, hopping they could pick a trick up for the night. Clay jumped as Kit tapped him on the shoulder "Your going to fall if you lean any further out". "Kit don't make me jump like that. Just watching the men trying to pick up guys" he replied. Kit leaned over and laughed "Yeah funny you can see everything now, here got you another drink". Clay took the glass and downed his nearly empty glass in his other hand "Thanks". Clay and Kit had become friends over the last couple of months after they met purely by accident on an internet chat room, it turned out that Kit only lived just under a mile away from Clay. It was only the third time they had actually met and it was purely on a social basis that they would hop on a bus over to Earls Court for drink then home again. Kit sported a zero crop and at 32 he was ten years older than Clay, he stood 5 feet 8 inches with a trim build and pretty attractive to the type of men he liked to play with. Kit was diagnosed with hiv several months ago and from the outset had been pretty open with Clay about it and how he thought it happened, he would often regal how the one night with the man who fucked him like a rag doll over and over for several hours, depositing countless loads in his ravaged arse. Kit would often laugh about how hot the sex was with this man, who would often brag that during his escorting he had fucked over 1000 men bareback and never failed to deliver at least 3 loads to each of them. But Kit was mindful never to reveal to much about him, Clay didn't ask nor was he interested as he liked his casual pub buddy friendship with Kit. For Clay sex was safe and controlled with no wild abandonment, he had only been sexually active for 3 years, he thought sex with men was just about bending over and getting fucked, a kiss on the cheek and then they would depart. There had been a few evenings where Clay had imagined himself laying in bed getting fucked senseless like Kit often described as he masturbated at the same time. Clay's attention was drawn to the older man walking up the spiral staircase to mezzanine level where they stood, inwardly he chuckled to himself at the 70's moustache that adorned his upper lip, the leather jacket, white t-shirt and chaps over his denim jeans. Clays eyes were focused on him as there was something about him, was it an air of dignity and self confidence that he exuded. He looked a little out of place and was making a bee line in their direction, Clay could make out that he was skinny, probably too skinny but he fitted his clothes well. He was not unattractive and at six foot he towered over them both and Clay guessed he must have been at least 50 years old, but then again he was not the best at determining peoples age. Kit noticed that Clay was looking to his left and stood up straight at the sight of the strange man approaching. "Hello Jurgen, don't often see you in this neck of the woods" Kit said and smiled almost licking his lips. Jurgen nodded "Hello Kitty, I come to see what they had done to this place" he replied in a heavy German accent. "Am I interrupting you Kitty?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. Kit looked at Clay "No Jurgen this is Clay, he lives near me in Battersea". Jurgen held out his hand "Hello Clay nice to meet you". Clay took his hand which was stronger than his build lead you to believe "Hi Jurgen nice to meet you to". "Can I get you both a drink?" Jurgen asked. Kit nodded asking for a pint of lager whilst Clay replied he was okay for the moment. Jurgen turned and went down the stairs, Clay watched him carefully unsure what to make of him when he realised Jurgen caught his gaze and smiled back at him causing Clay to feel uneasy but noticed. Clay watched as Jurgen made his way to the bar, the bartender put the pint of lager on the counter and Clay turned to talk to Kit. Jurgen slipped a tiny tablet in to the drink, he stood at the bar waiting for a few minutes to let it dissolve before making his way back to where they stood. The bar was getting busy considering it was still only 7pm, Kit had become like a little child with a spring in his step, something Clay thought was to do with Jurgen. He wondered if Jurgen was the man who Kit often referred to, he mused for a few moments until Jurgen arrived and handed the drink to Kit. Jurgen smiled at Clay as Kit was drinking his third pint, Clay had never seen him drink like this before, he was only halfway through the pint when he started to slur his words. Clay chatted away with Jurgen and was much more at ease, he kept one eye on Kit who was now besotted and holding Jurgen's arm. Clay found Jurgen to be highly intellectual and engaging to a point of being mesmerising. Kit went to in to kiss Jurgen but he slipped to the side and hugged him instead. "Are you alright Kit?" Clay asked as Kit started to fumble around. Kit had a slightly glazed look "I think I have drunk to much". Clay shook his head "Come on lets get you home". Jurgen held kit up "I have a car around the corner I will drive you both home" he said looking at Clay. "Oh, are you sure Jurgen?" Clay replied grabbing Kit's other arm. "Yes of course" Jurgen replied smiling at Clay "It's on my way to Brixton and I can drop you off as well". They laid Kit on the back seat who was mumbling and not making and sense, Clay climbed in the passenger seat next to Jurgen and they headed over the Thames to Battersea. Clay kept checking on Kit as he was now slightly concerned by his dramatic fall from grace whilst he and Jurgen made small talk. Clay unlocked the front door and then helped Jurgen carry Kit to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Clay placed Kit's keys on the bedside table with his phone and followed Jurgen back to the car and resumed his seat next to him. "Do you think he will be alright?" Clay looked at Jurgen who was entering the postcode in the Sat Nav for Clay's house. Jurgen smiled whilst watching the road "I'm sure he is drunk, he will be fine in a few hours". "I guess so. So how do you know Kit?" Clay asked out of interest. Jurgen smiled "Off the internet, we met one night and I changed his life forever and how he looks at sex". Clay giggled "Are you that good then?", Jurgen glanced and smirked. "Kitty had a full night of me fucking him relentless, but if I am any good only you could tell" he responded. Clay frowned a little "I think not" pondering what Jurgen said "How did you change his look on sex?". Jurgen smiled "I set him free of his inhibitions by giving him my gift". The naive Clay shook his head "Your gift, what is that?". Jurgen chuckled and patted Clay's knee "My gift is only given to those who seek or throw caution to the wind". Clay looked out of the window "I don't get it, your not making any sense to me". Jurgen glanced at him "I have given my gift and converted many a man, but none as young as you". "Many men?" Clay replied. Jurgen smirked "Many men pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy sex with me". Clay's mouth fell open "Are you an escort then?" "Yes, I am quite a well known international escort and master of a stable" he said casually. Clay looked at him "Sorry, master of a stable?". Jurgen laughed "I have slaves for sex some pay and those devoted don't pay". Clay shook his head "I am not really up on all the stranger things in sex". Jurgen glanced over at Clay "You have a boyfriend?". "No, not yet, I do want to find one but most of them fuck and then leave" he replied lowering his head. The car pulled up outside the house "Thank you for the lift home Jurgen" Clay said as he opened the car door. "Are you not going to invite me in for coffee, it is still only 8pm?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. "Oh err" he paused unsure if this was wise but in a slip of the moment "Okay" he said "But just coffee". Jurgen sat at the kitchen table whilst Clay put on some coffee to brew, they talked about Jurgen's travels and the places he had seen. Clay stood by the coffee machine and looked at Jurgen. "Why do you call Kit Kitty?" Clay asked not knowing what to expect for an answer. Jurgen laughed "He is my pussy when I need to release some tension and breed him". Clay looked on curiously "Breed him, doesn't that mean without a condom?". "Yes, condoms are no good when you want to have real sex, you need to feel everything" Jurgen replied as he stood up. Clay laughed but didn't then without thinking he spoke "So did you give Kit HIV?". Jurgen smirked at Clay "Oh yes the night I fucked him relentlessly for hours". Clay watched as Jurgen took off his leather jacket and saw the veiny arms, he was skinny but he was also packing a defined toned body and sporting tattoos on his upper arm that he couldn't quite make out. Clay felt embarrassed as he realised his cock was hardening and this didn't go unnoticed by Jurgen. "You are very naive about a lot of things aren't you?" Jurgen asked catching Clay off guard. Clay looked as Jurgen stroked his moustache "Well I suppose I am, but I am in no hurry to explore". Jurgen smiled "So have you ever made love with another man?". Clay looked curiously at him "I have kissed and fucked with a few men". Jurgen shook his head "No, have you ever made love, proper love with several hours of intimacy together?". "Well no, I thought it was just fuck, kiss and goodbye" Clay replied retrieving the cups from the cupboard. Jurgen shook his head again "When you make love you will know, you get lost in each other". "Lost in each other?" Clay replied and noticed that Jurgen was walking towards him. "You become very intimate and erotic whilst enjoying such an amazing experience" he replied touching Clay's arm. Clay caught his breath "Do you have milk and sugar in your coffee?". Jurgen put his arm around Clay "No milk and no sugar, I like it hot and strong". Clay stopped what he was doing in case he spilt the coffee, the arm around his chest stroked him lightly through the flimsy shirt whilst his cock stiffened in to full erection from the sensation he was feeling. Jurgen was slowly but carefully teasing and seducing Clay without him realising. Everyone Jurgen had sex with was around his age or slightly younger and he knew he wanted to taste this virile young lad and let him host his strain of the virus. Clay laughed "I would have to find someone and see for myself" bringing the subject back on course. Jurgen kissed his neck "If you was older I would help and teach you how to become a great lover". Clay smiled as a desire to have Jurgen make love to him took over "So am I to young to teach?". Jurgen turned Clay around to face him "No, but then I am probably to old for you, what are you 20?". Clay laughed "No I am 22, so how do I know you are as good as you say you are?". Jurgen laughed "Get older and maybe I will make love to you all night". "I don't have that many condoms" Clay chuckled. Jurgen smiled "You don't need condoms when making love Clay, love making should be done naturally". Clay was nibbling at the bait "I see how that makes sense" he replied completely ignoring the risk associated. Clay turned and poured the coffee handing the cup to Jurgen who took it and sat back down at the table. Conversation returned to general chit chat but Clay didn't think for one minute that he was hooked dangling like a fish. He carried the empty cups over to the kitchen sink, Jurgen stood and Clay heard him say that maybe they would meet again and have a drink sometime, as much as he was now craving the idea and experience of being made love to the risk was just to great but something inside was overriding the risk. Clay wasn't sure if he should shake hands or give him a hug so he held out his hand which Jurgen looked at for a moment. He approached Clay and pulled him in to a hug. Clay could not contain his cock as it went rigid at this man's touch, he could feel the bristle of the moustache against his neck as Jurgen kissed him tenderly and worked his way around Clay's chin. Jurgen held Clay in his arms, his face only inches away from Jurgen's, he could tell he was talking but he didn't hear a word. Clay was totally captivated by him and was secretly urging Jurgen to kiss him with abandonment. Clay inched his face closer, Jurgen looked Clay deep in the eyes and moved his mouth towards Clay's. It was a quick kiss on the lips that flashed through Clay's body like electricity, every nerve ending was heightened and the tingling ran had to toe, before he had time to think his mouth was open and Jurgen closed in quickly. He snapped his eyes open wide as his mouth was invaded by Jurgen's tongue, he tried to push and protest instinctively but before long his hand rested on Jurgen's shoulders as they kissed quietly. They kissed passionately for 5 minutes before Jurgen released his lips from Clay's, he said nothing but looked Clay in the eye keeping him close in a tight lovers embrace. "Can you, ahhm, will you, oh, do you" Clay couldn't get his words out. Jurgen smiled "Do you want to make love with me Clay?" he asked before kissing him on the mouth again. Clay could not protect himself any more and looked pleadingly at him "Yes I do Jurgen". Jurgen kissed him again "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?". Clay nodded and lead the way to the bedroom in silence holding hands as Jurgen closed the door. Clay felt Jurgens arms wrap around him from behind and he started kissing Clay's neck whilst he crotch rubbed up against his arse, Jurgen caressed Clay's body and began removing his clothes. Before long they both stood naked and Clay could see the words 'Obey and Serve' tattooed on his inside thigh, above his left buttock he sported a tattoo of a bull with horns. Clay felt the pressure on his shoulders as he was pushed down to his knees until he was face to face with Jurgen's eight inch thick cock that was drooling precum. He moved his head closer and placed his lips around the cock head and gently sucked getting a mouth full of toxic precum as he did so, he cupped the heavy set of balls hanging between Jurgen's legs. From a distance he heard the words 'they are fully loaded', Jurgen had not ejaculated for a week and had a nice quantity of virus laden seed to sow and Clay was going to get it all. Clay's head was a mix of emotions and doubt, he stopped sucking and stood up instantly in the arms of Jurgen. Any doubt he had was gone the minute Jurgen clamped his mouth on Clay's and they began kissing with more passion. In the bedroom only the bedside table spot light was on casting a variety of shadows on the wall, Jurgen and Clay were locked together kissing, Clay felt his body being pushed back towards the bed. He knelt on the bed and began to shuffle back as Jurgen kept moving forward. Their kiss never broke as he felt himself being lowered on to the bed, his head on the pillow and his mouth attached to Jurgen's. Clay felt Jurgen's left leg push his own one apart as he laid on top in between Clay's legs. A natural instinct caused him to lift his legs over Jurgen's and his arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man laying on top kissing him, he was drunk on lust and lost in a world of passion that he had never before experienced. He no longer saw an older man, just a passionate love maker as Jurgen kissed Clay deeper and deeper. Sometime had passed and now he could feel Jurgen's legs pushing at his own causing them to lift up. Slowly Jurgen pulled his knees up and locked them either side of Clay's arse, Jurgen groaned in pleasure, he now had Clay in the perfect position to be bred. Raising his hips he allowed his cock to trace down the crack of Clay's arse depositing a slimy trail of precum in its's wake, Clay moaned and arched his back at the sensation. Jurgen positioned the head of his cock tight against Clay's hole, he proceeded to slowly wriggle his hips coating the hole with precum, every wriggle he pushed a little harder until the head of his cock popped through in to Clay's arse. Clay gripped Jurgen's shoulder and cried at the sudden rush of pain coursing though his arse and back, Jurgen began to kiss Clay's neck holding his position perfectly still for a moment before he gently applied more pressure, again Clay's back arched and he yelped a little louder in pain as another two inches of his lover's cock penetrated in to his body. His hole was being stretched apart, this was by far the biggest cock he had ever tried to take. Jurgen continued wriggling his hips with slow and small undulations until Clay relaxed. Jurgen kissed him deeply and glided his cock home, several times he saw Clay's eyes close and wince with pain but he was not about to let this one get away. Clay felt the coarseness of pubes tickling his arse until they were rubbing up against his now extended hole. Jurgen broke the kiss and looked him the eye stroking the side of his head as he began small gentle but rhythmic undulations of his hips pushing his cock deep in to Clay's arse, he was moaning loudly and gasping every time Jurgen bottomed out in him. Clay had never felt anything so wonderful yet painful on some level, he was relaxing the more Jurgen kissed as caressed him. Jurgen pushed his hips down hard and Clay cried in pain from the deep penetration of Jurgen's cock, a tear welled up in the corner of one eye, Clay clasped his hands around the neck of Jurgen looking him in the eye 'oh my god that's amazing'. Jurgen loomed closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, steadily his hips kept up a deep rhythm that drove the pleasure he felt beyond this world, his hands caressing Jurgen's back and his toes curled at the intensity and passion of a real man making love to him. Jurgen was in no rush to breed this young lad, he controlled the desire to shoot several times, his cock was constantly balls deep. An hour passed like five minutes to Clay and Jurgen seemed to want to go on for ages, his arse was beginning to ache from the continuous fucking. He felt Jurgen tighten his arm around the back of his neck as the rhythm increased in pace and intensity, Jurgen making deep low groans, his balls were beginning to tighten and he knew it was time to take this boy on a new journey. Jurgen raised his head and looked Clay in the eye smiling, Clay was struggling to cope with the hardness and speed of the fucking, he looked worryingly up at Jurgen who leaned in and gave him a comforting kiss. Panic came over Clay as he tried to push Jurgen off but he was rewarded with more passionate kisses with Jurgen telling him how good a lover he was making. Clay looked up in to Jurgen's eyes he was a good lover he thought to himself and strangely he became quiet and allowed Jurgen to continue, he pulled Jurgens head next to his and clasped on to him for dear life, he could do nothing but squeeze the word 'yes' out of him. His eyes opened wide as he felt Jurgen ram his hips down locking his cock deeper inside he grunted loudly and his body shuddered. Jurgen felt the abrupt rush of his pent up toxic seed, racing through his cock like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist and a burning desire to breed but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of Clay's back, instinctually afraid he might leave him at the most crucial point. He could sense his pleasure passing through him almost unnoticed by Clay as he fixed his entire concentration on getting the job done. Clay moaned and his back arched supported by Jurgen's hand, he felt the blurry warmth of the climax and his legs wrapped around Jurgen holding him close against his own body. His eyes caught the dark shadows casted on the wall, their bodies entwinned and the unmistakable rapid up and down movement of Jurgen's arse as he pumped his potent seed in to Clay. He gasped at the shadow realising what he had done, his head awash with regret at what he had just done, he saw the shadow of Jurgen's arse grinding against his own. Clay had no time to gather his thoughts as Jurgen's mouth was locked on to his in an instance as they kissed with a new passion for each other. Jurgen's cock stayed hard and deep inside Clay, his hips gently ground against the freshly bred boy hole nursing the seed deeper in to Clay. For several hours the scenario was repeated until Jurgen rolled on his side after shooting his fifth load, Clay's legs were wrapped around Jurgen's waist and his cock was still buried deep up to his balls inside Clay, they kissed until they both fell asleep. Clay stirred as the sunlight hit his face, Jurgen tightened his arms around Clay and kissed him as he rolled him on to his back, the first thrust caused Clay to cry through the silence in the room, he pushed hard against Jurgen 'stop it fucking hurts' Jurgen pushed Clay's arms over his head and held them there. He prised Clay's mouth open slipping his tongue in and kissing him deeply, he stopped and looked Clay in the eye 'I own you and your arse' with that he rammed in several hard thrusts causing Clay to whimper and cry out. Jurgen's gaze was focused on Clay's eyes, his face only inches away, Clay looked back deep in to the eyes as if he could see Jurgen's soul, before he realised it he had lifted his head to kiss Jurgen grimacing through the painful love making until he felt the familiar warmth of Jurgen's climax firing in to this arse. For the first time in eight hours Jurgen finally pulled his cock out, Clay rolled on his side as the pain was unbearable. Jurgen sat on the side of the bed and began to get dressed, the pain in Clay's arse burning like the fires of hell. "I will let myself out" he said looking at Clay "By the way what we did last night was amazing". Clay didn't really know what to say "What do I do now?" Jurgen looked at him and smiled "Look forward to the next time, you are now my number one". "What do you mean?" Clay asked him. Jurgen smiled "I told you, I own your arse, your at my beck and call now". Clay laid there on the bed looking up at the ceiling, Jurgen leaned over and kissed him before telling him that he will come over next Friday to make love to him again. Clay just nodded and watched as he left, he fell asleep on his back and all he could see in his dreams was the shadow against the wall and the image of the arse pumping up and down that was breeding him. When he did wake later that afternoon the white sheet under his arse was stained red from the thick wads of cum that had seeped out and pooled there, Clay laid back on the bed and stroked his cock gently, he could only see Jurgen's face and the feeling of his cock inside him, his back arched up as he shot his seed over his chest and up along his face. His own seed causing more mess that Jurgen's, as he fingered his arse he looked at it coated with a pink thick strand, his seed stuck like glue to Clay's insides working it's magic, it would take the rest of the day until it stopped seeping out. His phone started ringing, he picked it up and glanced at the screen to see Kit was calling him, he muted it and set it down on the bedside table and fell asleep.

After all this time I finally got bred last night. I met a guy through Jack'd. He asked me to come over, saying he would fuck but he wanted to go bare. He also mentioned he and two of his friends had wanted to fuck and breed a white ass, but had yet to do so. I arrived at his place expecting his dick and walked in the room discovering three BBCs, all of which were rock hard. Instantly I was harder than I had ever before been. I took all threeloads, and my ass is still dripping their loads. He told me he will arrange a return visit for me, but this time he will invite even more tops to help, explaining the next time I will be expected to drain all his friend. I hope I can, and would love draining their cum even deeper into my ass, getting, I hope, five or six loads from them!

It's interesting that @Dee82 just wrote a negative experience about Phoenix. Where were you earlier this week?!?! I was out in Phoenix from Saturday evening through Wednesday afternoon, and I had a blast. Lots of hot bears/cubs/jocks that were not only into me but also willing to meet up! So different from where I live where it's like pulling teeth to get someone to follow through on a hookup. I tend to get wordy with my last load posts, so rather than go into detail about all of the fun, I'm just going to do some bullet points: Saturday evening Sucked and swallowed loads from two older otter types (3-way) in nearby hotel tried to fuck a cub from BBRTS at my hotel, but he couldn't handle it, so I sucked him off instead 69'ed with a hot beefy guy and swallowed his load daddy bear showed up right as the other guy was leaving; was totally into my cub body and red fur, told me to not use deoderant next time, and rolled over to let me mount him and breed him Sunday Anon cumdump "boy" in a neighboring hotel in the afternoon - supposedly set up by his "daddy" but the boy was alone in the room when i showed up another daddy bear came to my hotel in the evening to get my load in his ass Monday evening - another conference visitor and I shared an Uber to Flex bathhouse (turned out it was half-price night, so there was a good crowd) sucked and swallowed a daddy bear type tag teamed and bred a hot latino jock sucked and swallowed three cub types in a row fucked another latino jock in his room Tuesday evening one of the cubs from the bathhouse the night before came to my hotel for a repeat (me edging him until I swallowed his load) the guy I 69'ed with on Sunday night came back for me to face fuck him until he got off I had so many other offers, but not enough time or energy to meet up with all the hungry bottoms. Would love to go back again sometime to have more fun and maybe see more of the city/area LOL

Has anyone ever sucked off a family memb? My first time was when my daughter had just given birth to her second son. I was babysitting my grandson while her man was visiting them in the hospital. He came home. Grandson was asleep. We watched a Knick game, had a few beers. I fell asleep on couch. I woke up a little later. He is watching porn. His BBC is out and he’s stroking it. I just stare at it. He catches me staring. Asks me if I like sucking cock. I said that as a matter of fact, I enjoy it! He said come over here and work this dick! I’ve been sucking him two or three times a week for the last 6 years. He wants to fuck me. Should I let him?

Great night at Steamworks. I got bred by 8 guys and then went back to my hotel. Still a horny pig I hooked up with a native African stud with dreds who destroyed me with his huge cock and filled me with a 5 day load

Tonight I was on A4A and saw a guy I recently started chatting with was on. Turns out he was going by my place on his way home, and would be coming in 15 minutes. Not a lot of prep time, but got my ass as ready as possible, and assumed the ass up position. He must have followed someone in, because I never got a call he was here, just heard the door opening. He walks up to me, says oh yeah, drops his pants and starts rubbing his semi on my ass. He fingers my hole, moans, and finally slips his cock in. His raw cock feels great and he starts fucking me nice and slow, this is the perfect fuck! He fucks me probably about 10 minutes and I feel him quicken his pace and start encouraging him to breed me. He shoves hard in me and stops and I feel his cock pulsing. He doesn't move. I start squeezing him and he moans, he says he's not gonna pull out yet and starts pumping again. A couple minutes later says he's going to give me another load, shoves in deep and again I feel him cumming. This time he pulls out. We chat a few minutes, I turned over to see him, and noticed his cock is still hard. I start sucking him and his balls are tight already, he's gonna cum a 3rd time!! He pushes me back, and shoves his cock in my ass again. Like his second load, he pounds like its his last fuck, and after a few minutes screams he's cumming again!! Fuck yeah! 3 loads. This time when he pulled out, still hard, I suck him again and again I feel his balls are tight like he's going to cum. I think I'd work out a 4th load with my mouth, but it wasn't to be in the end. He said I got it all. Look forward to meeting up with this guy again, it was fucking awesome!

Since starting PrEP, I’ve been more open to have the kind of raunchy sex I’ve always fantasized about. My boy, on the other hand, decided that PrEP wasn’t for him anymore. While we started it together, he went off of it a few months ago when his last prescription ended. And that hasn’t stopped him from having risky sex, which is a huge turn on for both of us. Usually, we play together. A couple of times since he stopped PrEP, we hooked up with Charlie, a POZ guy off his meds. Charlie is a fuck buddy and mostly bottoms for us. My boy will suck him off while I rawfuck him with my PrEPed cock, filling him with cum which my boy eagerly licks out. My boy did bottom for Charlie once before he stopped PrEP, and I think he missed the thrill of riding that bare toxic dick. It might have been the excitement of taking Charlie’s POZ load that made him want to go off PrEP. Last weekend, Charlie invited me to a conversion party. He and two unmedicated buddies were going to rawfuck a bottom hungry to take POZ loads and convert. The plan was for him to take four loads, three POZ ones and mine the only NEG, sort of a cum-roulette. He asked that I not tell invite my boy about it since he wasn’t much into topping and would upset the one-out-of-four odds. I agreed and told my boy that I’d need to work on Saturday afternoon. My boy was a bit upset that I’d be away for part of the weekend, but told me he’d see if he could get up to some naughty fun of his own while I was ‘working.’ I knew he suspected that I’d be having some naughty fun myself. Friday evening, Charlie texted me to let me know that our bottom had flaked. I was disappointed. My boy and I were watching a movie on the sofa so I was cagey texting back and forth with Charlie. He told me to hold tight and might be able to organize another guy hungry for some fresh POZ cum. Not a minute later, my boy’s phone started dinging . He read a text then got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes and came back sporting a bulge in his shorts and a little dark spot that looked like a dab of precum to me. He settled back next to me and nuzzled. My phone buzzed and Charlie let me know that we were on again after all, adding that the new bottom wanted to blindfolded so he didn’t know when he was full of POZ cock or not… The next morning, my boy and I slept in and lazed in bed. We fooled around a little making out until I started eating and fingering his hole. He moaned as I lined up my cock and slid inside him. I was horny thinking about the fun I was going to have with some cumdump’s ass that night and my boy’s eyes were tightly clenched, lost in his own fantasy. I asked him if he was thinking about Charlie’s big POZ cock and he started muttering, ‘Breed me!’, ‘…dirty seed…’, and ‘fill me up!’ I was only too happy to oblige with my PrEPed cum. I shot deep inside him and stayed there until my hardon went down. An hour or so passed quickly and I showered before heading out ‘to work.’ My boy kissed me at the door and told me to have fun ‘working.’ He said he might have a surprise for me when I got home. I hopped in the car and texted Charlie that I was on my way. He replied back to take my time as our bottom was running a little late. I got to Charlie’s and had a beer or two with him and the two POZ tops he’d invited. Both were mid-50s but looked older with wasted faces and sizable bellies. Both had stopped meds but years of treatment had left them both looking sick. One had was bald, in fact hairless nearly everywhere except a white mustache. The other was tanned all over having obviously sunbathed nude. They both also had massive cocks already plump with anticipation. The bottom texted Charlie that he was outside and Charlie escorted us to his bedroom. We clinked our bottles and jerked each other off a little while Charlie met the cumdump at the door and blindfolded him. I’m sure you’ve figured out already that my boy was the bottom hungry to take three POZ loads. Charlie winked at me, knowing that the other two tops didn’t know that they were about to knock up my own boy. Charlie pushed my boy to his knees and led his head to one of the top’s cocks. While my boy was slobbering on our dicks he whispered to me, ‘Keep your mouth shut. He doesn’t know that the only NEG guy here is his man…’ I nodded and grinned. I’ve shared my boy’s holes with guys before, but never toxic unmedicated tops. Seeing Charlie and the two POZ strangers manhandle my boy got me so hot. They used him rough, forcing his head onto their big cocks, force-fucking his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart and driving their fingers into his ass. The mustachioed guy with the biggest belly flopped my boy onto Charlie’s bed and went to town eating his ass. He pulled off with spit and my morning’s load all over his white mustache grunting, ‘This pig has been primed already. Fresh seed is leaking out!’ He pulled back and I watched my own cum ooze out of my boy’s ass. The tanned guy walked up shaking his big dick and slapped it against my boy’s crack. He used my seed to slide balls deep in one go. Mr. Mustache spread my boy’s cheeks wide so he could get in as deep as possible. Charlie smiled at me knowing I was loving the sight. ‘You like taking that raw dick, boy?’, the tanned guy asked. My boy moaned and begged for his cum. Charlie grabbed his phone and started recording my piggy boy rocking back and forth taking that dick. The tanned guy roared and shot his load as deep as it would go into my boy’s guts. He backed off and Mr. Mustache nodded to me that I should go next. Without a word, I slid into my boy. He felt so velvety smooth and wet. My cock was slimy with POZ cum as it rocketed back and forth. I was so hot I knew I could cum at any moment. I pulled out and Charlie took his turn next. Charlie grabbed my cock and smeared as much cum off as possible, lubing his own with it. He handed me his phone and I started recording. He slammed hard into my boy and pounded him until my boy’s knees gave out and he was flat on his belly. I kept the video going as he hammered my boy into the mattress. He screamed as he came, so happy to be breeding my boy with his charged seed. He pulled out and nudged me forward. I dipped my dick into my piggy boy now stretched out and leaking two POZ loads. His hole felt so much more open than I’d ever felt it, practically ruined. I wanted to last as long as I could, so after churning what looked like butter in and out of my boy’s ass, I pulled out and let Mr. Mustache take his turn. My boy laid flat on the mattress as he bravely took Mr. Mustache’s impressively thick cock. He had the biggest dick, so maybe that’s why he went last. I eased myself next to my boy on the bed and watched as that POZ stranger’s thick dick practically sucked my boy’s hole out from his boy. He would slowly pull nearly all the way out and them quickly slam back in. I knew he was about to get his nut. His pace quickened and he bred my boy deeply. Charlie flipped my boy onto his back and started kissing his mouth. The two strangers each held a leg up and I lined up with my boy’s ass. He was so stretched out and so wet with seed. I felt like I was dipping my PrEPed cock into him more than fucking him. Each time I slid in, my dick came out more and more smeared with POZ cum. Knowing that Charlie and my boy had willingly gone behind my back to get him Poz-bred made me so hard. I tried to last as long as I could, but after a few minutes of slow fucking, I fired off my load. My pubes were matted with more cum than I’d ever seen in real life and my balls were soaked. Mr. Mustche dropped to his knees and cleaned my cock off. He tongued my boy’s hole fingering as much cum into his gaping hole as possible. He worked four fingers in and out of my boy. He was practically fisting my boy, with his hard dick boucing up and down. Without a hand on it, he shot his own load. Of course, Mr. Mustache scooped it up and fingered it into his sloppy ass. Charlie handed him a buttplug and it plopped right into place. I knew that there was a chance that before his hole returned to normal, that the POZ seed seeping into his guts might have already taken effect. Charlie held up his finger to his mouth signaling us to stay quiet and ushered my boy out of the room. I heard Charlie thanking him for the use of his ass and told him to get dressed. He suggested he keep that plug in overnight and let as much of our cum stay in him as long as possible. My boy got dressed and left pretty quickly. The other two guys went to the living room and cracked open some more beers. Charlie checked to make sure I was okay and then suggested I take a quick shower and head home to check on my boy. I did just that and headed home a few minutes later, leaving my POZ buddies lounging around and talking about how hot that cumslut was and asking Charlie when they could use him again. By the time I got him, my boy had showered and changed. He smelled like fresh soap instead of sweat and cum. I wondered if he still had that plug in his hole. I tried sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, but he scooched away before I could press against his ass. I could see some bruises forming on his neck and legs where the guys had roughed him up. My boy ordered pizza and we ate it on the sofa watching another movie. I kept trying to sneak my hands down to his ass to see if he was still plugged or not, but he was squirmy and played coy. When we got ready for bed, instead of sleeping naked like we normally do, he went into the bathroom and came out in his gym shorts. I knew he must still ne absorbing all of those loads. I let him spoon me with his hand wrapped around my hard dick. We fell asleep like that, me hard thinking of him being willingly POZ-bred, and me having loved watching and participating. My boy was up before me and started making breakfast. He was naked in the kitchen, with his ass hanging out. As he leaned over the table, I could see how red and tender his hole looked. I pinned him down and lined my cock up. With nothing but spit, I pounded him into the table. He winced and grimaced saying that his hole must be out of practice. On the contrary, it felt loose and still wet inside. I bred him good adding my PrEPed seed to whatever POZ cum hadn’t already been absorbed into his guts. We ate naked with my cum leaking out of his ass and onto the chair. Of course, he bent over to lick it up when we were done eating. As I started doing the dishes, my phone buzzed. Charlie had sent the video clips to me with a message. ‘Hey stud! Look what me and my POZ buddies got up to last night. I knew exactly what I was looking it and played coy. Of course, I showed the videos to my boy, and he got so hard. I handed my phone to him and he watched as he laid on his back, legs in the air, right on the kitchen table, and I fucked another load into him. I knelt down and suckled his cock. I’d bob up and down and ask, ‘Hot cumslut right!’ Then I’d suck some more, ‘That lucky whore taking that POZ cum..’ Then back to sucking him again. ‘Think you’d ever be up for something like that?’ He roared and shot what might just have been his last NEG load ever deep down my throat.

Great night at Steamworks. I got bred by 8 guys and then went back to my hotel. Still a horny pig I hooked up with a native African stud with dreds who destroyed me with his huge cock and filled me with a 5 day load

If you are willing to take a raw cock in your ass, why would you not want the load? Like what’s the point? As a bb bottom, if a cock is sliding into me bare, I expect the load and I’m craving the load. That’s the point of barebacking! You definitely wouldn’t hear that bs from me.

I'm developing an interest in "dirty" jocks and underwear...in terms of sweat/cum stains and ripeness. I haven't gotten my hands on anyone else's or anything, but wouldn't be opposed. I need to start wearing my jocks more often...and apparently stop washing them altogether. ?

Had a guy last night. I put an ad out saying I just wanted to bottom. I get hit up with another bottom saying he wants me to fuck him. Seriously? Do people no longer read?

Part 25 - A Caribbean Sunset The fleet of Salinger limos were parked at the familiar curb side position, Lucy apologising that some will have to cramp in as they had hogged all but 2 limos. Mario and Curt still bewildered by everything going on and how they were being treated settled back in the limo with Steve and Callum whilst Jordan and Daniel took the rear facing seats, their limo was first to arrive at the Salinger Barbados Retreat Orchid Wing. Sofie stood at the front steps waiting to greet them, she rushed over and gave Daniel and Jordan a big hug and kiss followed by Steve and Callum. Mario and Curt stepped out and took in their surroundings before being jolted back by Sofie approaching. "Ahh and you two must be Mario and Curt." She said warmly and hugged them both. Curt a little surprised nodded "Hi, you must be Sofie?". Sofie chuckled "Indeed I am, Lucy has told me all about you and how I am to take you both under my wing". Mario looked shocked "Err everything?" he looked questioningly at her. Sofie smiled "Everything, but lets not dwell and get you to your suites" as she ushered them out of the heat. Daniel and Jordan had ordered Steve and Callum to share their suite the Orchid Salinger 2, Mario and Curt occupied Orchid number 4, the rest were scattered around the Orchid wing, at 4pm they all headed to Lucy and David's suite for afternoon tea. Mario and Curt where still amazed by their suite and gushed at everyone who would listen with thanks and appreciation. As everyone finished their tea Sofie appeared from the terrace and Lucy waved her in. Lucy looked at Mario and Curt "So guys you will head off with Sofie and have a chat". Curt stood up "I hope she goes easy on us in the interview". Lucy laughed "It's no interview just a chat to get to know you, but you will be busy over the next few days". Daniel interrupted "Mother can't they have a least a few days rest?" he looked at her pleading. "They will have some time after all the paper work is sorted out" Lucy laughed. Mario stood up and walked with Curt and Sofie back to the main wing of the hotel after saying goodbye to group. Daniel looked at his mother "What is going on then, you seem to be keeping something from us?". Lucy smiled "They need to sort out visas first and then Sofie is going to start their training". Daniel cocked his head to one side "And the rest mother?". "Okay, they will be spending several weeks here training to head up the bar and restaurant" Lucy explained to them. Daniel smiled "Good choice, I think they will fit in well". Lucy nodded "It will be hard full on training here before the LA hotel opens". The others in the group started to disperse out to the terrace to swim and sit in the sun. Daniel and Jordan had been asked to stay for a few minutes with Lucy and David, she looked a little apprehensive as she waited for everyone else to disperse. Daniel watched Callum jump in the pool before turning to his mother "Okay spill the beans" he said. Lucy looked serious "I want to propose an idea to you both" she started. "Don't look so worried Jordan" David chipped in. "How would you both feel at running this place for 3 month stretches then 2 off?" Lucy asked looking at them both. Jordan looked at Daniel who smiled back at him "What's the catch?" Daniel asked. "Well, the two months your off I want Steve and Callum to take over" She said finally revealing her hand. Daniel smiled at Lucy "It sounds great, have you asked them yet though?" he asked. Lucy looked out at the terrace "No, I didn't want to unless you were both on board with the idea". Jordan looked at Daniel "I am happy to but it is Danny's decision". Daniel shook his head "No Jordy, would you be happy with this arrangement?". Jordan looked over at Lucy then back to Daniel "Yes, as long as your here with me". "Then I guess it is a yes mother" Daniel smiled "You better ask Steve and Callum". Lucy nodded as relief appeared on her face "Yes, I hope they will accept the offer". David stood up "I will go and get them". The all watched as Steve and Callum got out of the pool and put on bathrobes, Steve looking a little bemused followed David and Callum in to the suites lounge. David invited them to sit down next to Daniel and Jordan, Steve looked at Daniel who just smiled at them. Lucy looked at Steve realising he had a strange look on his face "So we have something to tell you both" she started. "Did we do something wrong?" Steve said before Lucy could speak. Lucy chuckled "No, Danny and Jordan have agreed to take over running this hotel and the renovations". Callum looked at Daniel "Does this mean we won't see you as much if your moving here?" he asked. "Not at all, we will be doing 3 months here then 2 off" Daniel replied. "That brings me to my next problem" Lucy spoke again "we need someone to replace them the 2 months there are off" she smiled. Steve listened intently "Sorry I am still a little confused Lucy?". "We" she waved her hand around "want to ask if you would both consider it?" she paused. "You want Callum and I to run the hotel?" Steve asked looking shocked. Lucy smiled "Yes, we will train you of course plus the department heads are more than capable here". Callum gasped taken back by the offer "Live here for 2 months and run the place?". David looked at them both "With the expansion and introduction of the club rooms you two are perfect for it". Steve shook his head in disbelief "I guess we had resigned ourselves to working at the airline" he said. "Are you both happy with your jobs?" Lucy asked. Steve looked at Callum "We love what we do, but in reality no as it means to much time apart". Lucy nodded understanding them "And of course when you finish your 2 months stretch what you do is your choice". "How so?" Callum asked. Lucy smiled "Between your 2 months here you can stay on for a holiday, go back to the UK, whatever you want to do". "Please say yes" Daniel spoke up first with Jordan nodding. Steve smiled at Daniel "You have all been amazingly kind to us even though we are not family". Lucy laughed "Yes but you showed such kindness and friendship to Danny and all of us over the last few months". "Well I don't look on you as not being part of our family so to speak" David replied smiling at the boys. Steve looked at Callum's big grin on his face "Okay, yes we will do it". Lucy sat back in her chair and winked at David as her plan had finally come to fruition, she knew Steve and Callum wouldn't be so easy to talk in to the idea but David and herself were happy the hotel would be managed and loved. David leaned forward "Oh there is something else we need to tell the four of you". "What surprises have you now father?" Daniel asked curiously. David looked at Jordan "We tweaked the plans of the Orchid wing slightly in preparation". Jordan laughed "Preparation for what?". David chuckled "We added two slightly larger and more private beach front suites included that are yours". "Oh wow thank you father" Daniel went over and kissed his father. "I hope there is a bedroom for us still" Callum said jokingly. David laughed at Callum "I said two suites, one is for you and Steve and the other for Danny and Jordan". Steve looked amazed "We get one as well?". "Yes, they both have two bedrooms and private pool so you can invite family or friends over when you like" David replied. "But we will have to resign from our current jobs and mine has a 3 month contractual on it" Callum said realising. Lucy looked at him "Ahh yes, that will be sorted tomorrow morning once I have signed an agreement with your airline". "What do you mean, what agreement?" Steve asked curiously. Lucy smiled "I am allowing your airline to sell rooms here, but not the Orchid suites". Daniel shook his head "You never sell through other parties mother why the change of mind?". "They have been asking every year, only this year we had a bargaining tool" she nodded in Steve and Curt's direction. Callum looked at her "I hope you bargained hard?". Lucy mused for a moment "They are upset you are leaving, plus you are getting a severance payment of £50k each". "Holy shit" Steve said before clamping a hand on his mouth and apologising. Lucy chuckled "Well they have exclusivity and we get heavily discounted business class flights with no restrictions". Steve smiled "Good one". "Right enough business talk, lets go to the beach bar and celebrate" Lucy said standing up. Steve and Callum just looked at each other in shock. They walked out to the terrace and gathered the rest of the group from the pool and headed to the beach where Sofie was sat with Mario and Curt enjoying a glass of champagne. Jordan held Lucy's arm "Just one more thing we need Lucy". She looked at him "Oh yes, what's that?" "Can we poach Cael to the Orchid private beach to manage that?" Lucy glanced at Cael "I was planning on that myself Jordan" she laughed. "One day I will be a step ahead of you" Jordan and Lucy laughed with each other. "Thank you Jordan, I mean for everything" she nodded in Daniel's direction. Jordan looked over "You know he means the world to me Lucy". "I know, oh and the papers you signed when we first met, I destroyed them today" she smiled at Jordan. Jordan nodded "I forgot all about them, I never did read it you know". Lucy looked at him and kissed him on the cheek "I gathered you wouldn't". Lucy and Jordan sat with the others as Cael brought more glasses and champagne. They sat there talking with Steve and Callum started getting flustered about their current jobs until Lucy told them to relax and sort it out when the return as nothing was going to change now. The sun began setting and the last few guests headed back to the hotel to wash and change for dinner. Daniel and Jordan walked down to the beach and stood at the waters edge, the rest of the group were sat at the beach bar laughing and joking nosily with each other. The now deep orange glow radiated from the setting sun over the Caribbean sea. Daniel paddled in the water holding Jordan's hand. Jordan looked at Daniel and kissed him on the head "What a strange afternoon". Daniel hugged Jordan closer "Is it definitely what you want though Jordan?". "Living here with you? Yes of course I couldn't be more happier" Jordan said nodding his head. Daniel turned to face Jordan "Not just that but running the hotel as well?". Jordan laughed "Well it is only for 3 months at a time then 2 months off, hopefully we can go back to England then?". Daniel smiled "Oh thank you Jordy, I don't know if it is entirely possible to love you any more right now". Jordan held Daniel close and kissed him as the warm water of the Caribbean sea lapped around their ankles bathed in the perfect orange glow of the setting sun. David was facing the sea watching Daniel and Jordan from the beach bar when he sat upright, he had a feeling something was going to happen. If it was what he was thinking he hoped it would go the way both Lucy and him wanted, he tapped Lucy who turned to look at him, David put a finger to his mouth then pointed to the waters edge where they stood. The calypso music was still playing and wafting down from the pool terrace, but all the group had turned in silence to look at Daniel and Jordan. Daniel held Jordan's hands looking at him "So this is really happening then". Jordan smiled "I guess it is Danny, just promise me never to fall out of love with me". Daniel hugged Jordan "Never Jordy, you have completely turned my world upside down in a wonderful way". "You know we are standing literally where it all started a few months back Danny" Jordan looked with a smile at Daniel. Daniel squeezed Jordan's hand "It has been an amazing and crazy ride but you have brought me so much happiness". "So I guess we start a new chapter in our lives" Jordan looked at Daniel to gauge his reaction. Daniel smiled "An open book that we can write together". Jordan rummaged in his shorts pocket and got down on one knee and looked up at Daniel "Danny will you marry me?". Daniel looked in Jordan's eyes as his own tear fell on to Jordan's face "Yes Jordy of course I will". Jordan slipped the ring on Daniel's finger, he stood up and kissed Daniel deeply. They were interrupted from the cheering at the beach bar but ignored them and carried on kissing. Lucy welled up and held David's hand who leaned over and kissed his wife, he looked back over at them still kissing he said very simply 'Perfect moment'. Patrick and Lee both had big smiles on their faces, Lee turned to Patrick and said 'I don't think you can top that for a more romantic proposal'. Steve and Callum ran over Daniel and Jordan congratulating them. Lucy stood up and walked over to where Cael stood grinning to get some champagne to celebrate. "You look just as happy as Danny is Cael" Lucy said as she put her arm around him. Cael looked at Lucy "I knew it from the first day they met Lucy, the coconut fell and cracked with perfection". Lucy shook her head laughing "That it did Cael, you have always been a good friend to him over the years". Cael smiled "Champagne?". "Absolutely and you are joining us Cael" she said walking off towards to the waters edge. Daniel and Jordan closed the bedroom door, it was late and Daniel was slightly drunk from the champagne and celebrating they had all be doing. He collapsed on the bed and winced as he caught his left side which was still bruised, Jordan sat down on the bed beside him undressing. "You can't fool me I know your still in a bit of pain Danny" Jordan said looking at him. "It's not that bad, I fell back awkwardly. You made my parents very happy Jordy" he replied smiling up at Jordan. Jordan laid back next to him "I was kind of hoping for a small ceremony, but I don't think that is going happen". Daniel laughed "You also need to figure in that Nicky and Sam will hopefully be there so it will be public". Jordan ran his hand along Daniel's chest "I guess we need to set a date as well". "Christmas" Daniel muttered with his eyes closed. Jordan tapped Daniel "Come on sleepy head lets get in to bed". Jordan slipped between Daniel's legs and gently pushed his cock into his now fiancé, Daniel wrapped his arms around Jordan's neck and kissed him as they slowly made love. Jordan rolled on to his back and cuddled Daniel, they both had the biggest smiles of content and happiness as they ventured in to the future together.

Last night in DC at Glorious I went to "Hummer" to fuck and seed some ass. In the glory hole I was pulled in to a booth with a hot dad type with leather and a jock strap. He gets on his knees and starts to suck my cock which is nice and hard. He has it all slicked up as he is blowing me and it feels damn good. He asks if I like to fuck? Hell yes. I'm at the sex party of course I like to fuck. I tell him fuck yes and he groans. He is hitting poppers and I turn him around. I am grinding around his ass with my slicked up cock. He sucks his finger a bit and lubes up his hole for my dick. I slide inside and start to fuck him. The booth is small and as we fuck the wooded door and side are making lots of noise. He is so verbal and so am I. Sweat is pouring off of us in that little room. He slides off my dick and sucks me more. " come find me later I want your load" he says. As we leave I hear other guys fucking and sucking. I take a break and watch some hot fucking and a young black guy stops and reaches down to squeeze my hard on. I am sitting with my pants down letting my dick breathe. I rub his ass as he is naked from the waist down. He sucks me. I play with his hole which is wet and open. I get up and push him down. He spreads his legs and I play with his hole with my cock. Other guys are watching and jacking off. Still others are there sucking and fucking also. We move to the xxx video room and we fuck there. Guys are watching as I plow his hot hole. He pushes back with every thrust. I shoot my load deep inside. When my cock is done shooting, he gets up and thanks me and moves on. I get some comments from a few guys. "good job daddy" "that was hot" Thanks guys. I take another break and after awhile of watching others have sex I go to the back room near the theatre. I feel around and a nice bare ass is there. My dick is hard and I fuck him too. I shoot another load shortly after inside the unknown hole. It is after midnight and I see my first fuck bud walking around. I go up to him and we kiss long and deep. I'm playing with his nipples and he is in heaven. He sucks mine too. He feels my dick harden and we go to a corner. We strip naked this time and kiss and rub our bodies together. He bends down and gives me the best bj. I'm rock hard and he turns around so I can plow his hole. I fuck for awhile but don't cum. He is moaning loudly as my cock pounds his sweet hole. We kiss again and he asks if I like getting my hole licked? Sure. He does and it feels great. He sucks me again but my cock doesn't really get too hard. I think my dick is tired finally. We go in different directions and shortly after I leave. I am totally satisfied and relaxed. Until the next morning. My dick is stiff again. LOL

It was during a vacation that my dad's cousin (40 yo) was sleeping in my room. he invited me (20 yo) in his bad to watch vids on his phone. I fell asleep on his chest and I woke up later, when I felt his hand pushing my head, gently, toward his crotch. I found a nice, hard dick, willing to get sucked. It was not the first time I sucked a cock, but I still was not out and not that experienced. It was the first time I swallowed a load though. The night after I also got fucked and few days later the vacation was over. He invited me several times at his place after that vacation and for one year I have been his slut on call.

As a botom, there have been times I have taken cock raw then had second thoughts and asked the top not to cum inside me. Only once has the top listened to my request - if a bottom lets it in bare he should be prepared from that moment on to get bred.

(aka From cautious to chaser) Drew started down the slippery slope when visiting a public toilet in a park. As he was relieving himself, another guy entered and instead of urinating started to wank his dick. The sight of this, turned Drew on and before he knew what was happening he was sucking thus guy off. As a result Drew started visiting this place regularly to suck and be sucked. After a few such encounters, people started either wanting to fuck him or be fucked by him. Drew would have none of that! This changed, however, when Drew came to the park, bringing with him a men's magazine just purchased that included a special gift of a condom. After perusing the magazine, the sexual tension got too much and he proceeded to the toilets to wank off his cock. Whilst he was in the cubicle another man entered the toilets and started wanking himself off at the urinals. Drew spotted him and joined him. But after some sexy playing with each other, the man said how much he like to be fucked. Drew thought that he did after all have a condom on him and agreed to do so. The next stage down the slippery slope and he wrapped his cock with the condom and started fucking this stranger. The excitement was too much and before long he'd shot his load. Thereafter Drew would bring a packet of condoms with him to satisfy the needs of several demanding men in the park's toilet block. Sometimes, some of the guys he met would try to Drew. Even with a condom, there was no way Drew would risk this and would always refuse. This changed when a newbie in his late teens who was still a virgin, eagerly desired to fuck Drew. Knowing his status, having played with him a few times, Drew acquiesced to allow the youth to take his anal virginity. It was very difficult for the youth to shove his erection up Drew's virgin hole and when he finally managed it, the pain was so unbearable that Drew had to get him to pull out almost immediately. Although, the experience had been initially unpleasant , it did lead Drew further down the slippery slope, now Drew became willing to be fucked with a condom. Drew started frequenting a popular cruising site. There he was often in demand to fuck or be fucked. Drew remained cautious and always fucked with a condom, despite offers to do without. One interesting feature at this site, on hot sunny days many frequenters would walk around the site absolutely naked. Sometimes Drew also went naked. It was this that eventually led Drew further down the slippery hole. As Drew was walking naked along one of the quieter side paths of the site, he espied a good-looking naked young man in his early twenties. This man was obviously interested in Drew and headed further into the bushes and found a secluded clearing. When he got there the young man went onto his knees offering his arse to be fucked. Only condoms were not on offer. Drew was torn between fucking him sheathless and walking away. But the temptation got too much for him and before he knew it, he had gone further down the slippery hole! Drew squirted lube on his now erect penis and entered the man bare. He thrust in and out with his bare cock until the excitement of the situation became too much for Drew and he shot his load inside the man. Not only was the young man very appreciative,but asked Drew to felch his cum around inside him. Yet another new experience for Drew. After that Drew went on to fuck other men bare, but was always careful not to let anyone fuck him bare. Once again Drew started further down the slippery slope, as he was fucking another guy bare in a coppice within the cruising site, when another guy came along to see what was happening. Drew, being an exhibitionist at heart, welcomed the attention and was happy for onlookers to admire him pistoning in and out of this man. The watcher wanked himself off to the sight, but much to Drew's surprise, he suddenly felt the man shove his cock up Drew's arse. The man must have presumed Drew was happy to be fucked bare if he was fucking another guy bare. Drew so enjoyed the experience of this bare cock up him that he let the man fuck him for a while, before ensuring he stopped short of cumming inside him. There was no way, Drew was going to let that happen to him. After that from time to time, Drew allowed people to fuck him bare but with always the proviso that they weren't to cum inside him! There's was absolutely no way that Drew would go down the slippery slope any further, was there? He popped into a local toilets that was used for cottaging. Several men were wanking themselves in the urinals. Drew went into one of the cubicles and also started getting himself erect, when one of the others in the bloc joined him within the cubicle. Drew sucked the man off and when he was fully erect, he was very keen to fuck Drew bare within the cubicle. It didn't take much to persuade Drew to turn around and bend over within the confined space to accommodate this man's bare dick inside him. He forcefully fucked Drew. There came a point when Drew felt the time had come for this man to withdraw to avoid spilling his semen inside him, so Drew tried to pull away but was rather stuck within the small confines of the cubicle. The man continued his onslaught. On no less than four occasions Drew tried to pull out but to no avail! Then the man pulled out, but Drew then noticed to his horror that the man's cock was coated with fresh jizz. He had come inside Drew bare! Drew didn't immediately become a cumdump far from it. Although he continued to fuck people bare, he still refrained from being fucked bare. Often he still used condoms. But he continued down the slippery slope when he was sucking a guy off in the darkroom. The angle Drew was at was perfect for people to come up behind him and stick their cocks right up his bare arse, which is what one guy proceeded to do. Drew was surprised by this man's no-asked bare entry, but he enjoyed the feeling so let him continue, whilst he continued to suck on cock. The man's ploughing of Drew's arse kept apace with Drew's sucking of the other's cock until in synchrony they both blew their load. Drew enjoyed his first experience of simultaneously receiving two loads, one oral, one anal. This just pushed him further down the slippery hole! Drew started to take bare cock, throwing caution to the wind, except he still did not knowingly accept poz cocks. Drew was now kidding himself as he happily accepted any cocks without asking. He particularly enjoyed one occasion when in the darkroom, he was taken by four different men, all who spunked deeply into his hole, so that their sperm started oozing out of his arse. Drew craved and got more of this action. He continued down the slippery hole! Encouraged by barebacking sites that insisted it was safe to be barebacked by those who were poz but on medication, he took his next step down the slippery hole by contacting someone, who described himself as poz on meds. He arranged to meet him for an anonymous fuck. Drew arranged to let himself into the man's house and find him inside with his arse lubed and ready to be taken. Drew entered gingerly and found the man lying on his bed naked and ready for action. Drew spent little time with preliminaries, dropping his pants, stroking his cock erect and then plunging it into his first acknowledged poz bottom. Down the slippery slope Drew went as he shoved his cock down the man's slippery hole! Drew was really turned on by what he was doing and thrust in and out quickly. Just as quickly he came to a climax, splattering the inside of the poz bottom with his negative spunk. Drew left without further ado, but determined to find another poz on meds arse to fuck. There was, of course, no way he was going to let a poz fuck his arse! Drew next went to visit another contact, who was also poz on meds, and attended his local sauna. He met up with him and they went into a private cubicle, where they spent time sucking one another off before Drew got himself ready and placed his cock against the bum crack of another poz arse. He pushed in firmly added by the lubrication of saliva and found a welcoming hole within. Drew enjoyed fucking yet another bare poz arse. It turned him on, but he felt reassured that he didn't think it was too risky. The excitement led him to ejaculate inside quite quickly. But the session wasn't over as his contact wanted to be sucked off by Drew. As he sucked him off so the wonderful cock grew in his mouth and Drew realised he wanted this cock up his arse. Knowing his status, but that he was on meds, made Drew feel okay about doing so and yet once again it pushed Drew further down the slippery slope as this magnificent specimen was pushed bare up Drew's arse. Drew was surprised how much he was turned on by the experience of receiving a bare poz cock up his arse and longed for his poz, albeit it undetectable, seed would flood his insides. It wasn't long before his desire was realised and the cock pulsed as great wads of poz sperm shot up his hole. Drew wanted more, did this include going that final slide down the slippery slope and accepting an unmedicated poz cock? Things progressed faster than Drew could have imagined, he was contacted on a barebacking site by someone very close in his vicinity, but who was described as poz not on meds. Drew replied that he was willing to meet up, but who only be prepared to fuck him and not be fucked by him, rationalising this might be safer. The following evening he popped round to the man's house. They soon got down to business and the guy was happy to accept Drew's full grown cock up his arse. Drew picked up a good rhythm and was completely turned on by the experience of fucking his first fully poz arse. So he descended even further down the slippery slope, no longer cautious in his actions, Drew had effectively become a chaser. Drew blasted his load inside the man and presumed this was the end of the proceedings, but the guy had other plans. He persuaded Drew to accept his cock up inside him, agreeing that he would withdraw if requested. Drew felt really turned on, but scared as he accepted the man's poz cock up his arse. The man ploughed Drew's arse really well and Drew was enjoying the feeling of bare cock inside him. Drew was now descending to the bottom of the slippery pole as the man's pole slid up his slippery arse. This carried on for quite some time before Drew called a halt to the proceedings fearing the danger of him accidentally shooting his toxic load inside him. Drew got the shock of his life as the man withdrew his now wilting cock from Drew's hole for it was covered in spunk. He insisted that he would have withdrawn at any time if Drew had asked him, but considering he had not, he happily shot his very toxic poz cum inside Drew.! Drew had now slipped to the very bottom of the slippery pole!

Whether it's the dark room at a bar, or a sex club, or a bathhouse... Do you like taking loads when it's pitch black and you can't see who's fucking you? Do you try to feel them up and figure out what they might be like, or do you just let them fuck you with no clue who they are or what they're like?

Saturday lunchtime I headed out of the flat to meet friends at our annual pride festival. I was only 26 a late bloomer for a gay person and unless you knew me you would never have known, ordinary down to earth fit in the crowd type of person, or I was until Joey came along bringing two worlds crashing in to one. Meeting with my friends we wondered in to the festival, I noticed a skinhead friend of mine from North London sat down with around 10 other guys, he waived me over and started introducing the guys he introduced me to the skinhead on my right as Joey from Toronto but living in London. Joey had a shaved head and wore bleached jeans with braces and a white t-shirt as well as DM boots, he was around 5'8" so only a little taller than me and in his middle 40's but what stood out was his body as it was compact with zero body fat and defined to the point that he had been chiselled out or a piece of marble. He wasn't built like a brick house but due to there being no body fat you noticed the muscles everywhere. Joey and I chatted a bit and he told me he was heading over to Chelsea later for a party. I said my goodbyes and went to join my friends, by 6pm I had had enough and managed to work my way towards one of the exits. To my surprise I bumped in to Joey "Hey how has your afternoon been?" he inquired, "yes it was okay had a great time listening to the acts on stage and browsing around, are you off to your party in Chelsea now?" I replied, "Well sort of I do need to go but I feel dirty so heading home to shower and freshen up a little", he went on tell me he lived in east London which even I knew was no mean feat getting there and back over to west London. I offered Joey the opportunity to shower at my place as it was on the way to Chelsea he thanked me so we headed off. I showed Joey the bathroom that lead off my bedroom and said he could change here as well, by now it was 8pm and Joey said he was not in any rush as the party wouldn't start until midnight at the earliest. As he got undressed I was drawn to his physique and his cock where I could see a PA peering out under his foreskin, he didn't miss a trick and noticed me, "I only had it done 10 days ago and haven't shot my load since I had it done" to much information I thought. He continued looking at me intently in the eye and he moved has hands over my smooth body with caressing tender strokes before he kissed each of my nipples and slowly worked his way up to my neck. My body shuddered as it if being woken up by electrical surges and slowly I was being undressed until I stood naked eye to eye with him, I felt his 8 inch thick cock slip between my thighs as he slowly moved his hips back and forward I felt the piercing and every now and then the moistness of precum was being rubbed in between my thighs. With his tender caressing he moved his lips towards mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth sensually exploring my mouth my reaction was natural and responded to his kissing. We were locked together in a loving embrace as I started feeling my body being twisted and those lean arms were now wrapped around my chest as he continued to kiss me, "kneel on the bed" I moved forward to the bed "on all fours", a I did so his hands grabbed my hips and he pushed me down slightly so that my hole was aligned to his cock. He pulled my ass over the edge of the bed and realigned his cock. The feeling of pure arousement and desire overwhelmed me as his pierced cock nudged at my hole then without any lube or spit he pushed his cock head in to my hole, my head raised up and I let out a moan of pleasure and with that he began pushing the rest of his cock deep inside me. He Held his position and slowly made a couple of thrusts before withdrawing from my arse with only the PA still in my hole. "That feels good" he said as he pushed all 8 inches back in and again the sensation of electricity coursed through me, slowly he started fucking with gently strokes all the time holding my hips tight against him. Gradually his pace quickened with deeper thrusting movements his ball sack slapping against my arse with a thudding sound, my body was quivering all other. This was a man who knew how to get his bottom to enjoy sex. After what seemed an age I was starting to feel discomfort by the relentlessness of his thrusting "enough Joey" I pleaded but he ignored and ramped up the speed, "Fuck" I shouted as my load shot all over the bed, he continued with determination then jolted and moaned "uuhhh, breeding your arse bitch", with that his hands dug in and gripped me so hard as he held me deep on to his cock. He collapsed on top of me and as he did so he ground his hips deeper and deeper to push the seed further inside my body. He pulled out slapped my ass and kissed me then went for shower, I sat on the bed and realised that I had just performed unprotected sex with a complete stranger I rubbed my hole but there was nothing there just a bit of soreness so it had the appearance nothing had happened. Joey came out of the shower dried himself and got changed and went on his way to the party. A couple of months later one afternoon I was on line chatting to friends when I saw a message box open from a guy calling himself FITPOZSKIN, I looked at the profile it had a body pic and I recognised it immediately as Joey. "Hey, have you been tested for HIV after I fucked you?" he asked, "Yes about a week ago and it came back negative" was my reply, "That won't do I must be loosing my touch I'll come over and spend the night with you". My initial thought was no I can't take the risk, but my body wanted him again so yes I wanted him to come over. He fucked me in the same position as before only this time after he bred me he pushed me down on to the bed to really work his seed in to my hole. Over the next 4 hours his cock remained in my arse and never lost his erection as he bred me multiple times. The following morning I realised without any intention I had become a bug-chaser.

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

Any idea where you can get your hands on some? Would love to get a pair soaked in cum, piss and sweat. Guys usually trade on here?

I fucking love a well-used jock, especially a cup jock. I've got a decent collection, and am open to trading.

the only way a jock should be washed is in spit or piss. I seal my most ripe ones in ziplock bags

Part 11: Robert tries to be good Once Robert got sick he became agitated. Becky sensed something was wrong and after not getting better after several days Robert told her what happened. He just knew she would be pissed off but she looked at him with an evil smile and said that was fucking hot. So much so that she excused herself for several minutes to go rub out an orgasm. When she returned she told Robert the next day they would run the test and find out. For the next week Robert still felt like crap. His nerves were going crazy anticipating the test results. Finally after a week the results came back and indeed he was poz. He thought for sure this was a death sentence but Becky had been looking at meds that would help. Luckily being in California the meds offered were nearby so they both sought out to get them so Robert could begin taking them immediately. About a week later Robert felt a lot better so he went back to work. During the next several months Robert didn't have any sex. He helped Becky get everything ready for the twins arrival. Finally the big day arrived and out came two healthy baby boys. David and Sam. David favored Robert and Sam favored Becky. At least they could tell them apart. Being fearful of any cuts that Robert got both he and Becky kept an eye on his viral count. By the time the twins were born Robert was undetectable. He was still cautious with the twins. The twins were growing up quickly and so was Robert's appetite for sex. Fearing spreading the virus he fucked a few guys with a condom but it just wasn't the same. He missed the natural feeling of a raw ass and shooting his cum into a warm ass. Summer was approaching and Becky wanted to go visit her mom so she could see the twins. Robert didn't have a problem with this and said he could manage the clinic until she got back. So around mid June Becky boarded a plane with the twins and Robert was all alone. He wanted, no needed to share his poz load with someone. After Becky left he headed home and cleaned up. He knew his destination was going to be the adult theater. He headed out and his cock was hard as a rock and leaking precum. He didn't wear much. Just a shirt, shorts, no underwear, and flip flops. He didn't intend on staying dressed for long. Once he arrived at the theater it wasn't that busy. It was still early but he had all the time in the world. He paid the fee and went into the back. He settled into the large area where the mattress was and took off his clothes. It wasn't but about thirty seconds when the twink he fucked the last time came walking in. Robert recognized him immediately and told the little bitch to get undressed and lay on the mattress. As soon as the twink was on his back Robert was on top of him. Robert wasn't going to show the little bitch any mercy so he shoved his cock up the twinks ass without mercy. The twink yelped in pain but Robert didn't care. He fucked the little slut mercilessly. Unfortunately Robert didn't last too long since it had been a while since his last orgasm. He came in buckets inside the twinks ass. After he calmed down his cock remained hard. After coming to his senses he realized he basically raped the poor kid. He started to apologize but the kid brought Robert's head down to his and kissed Robert. He told Robert that was the hottest fuck he'd ever had. He then had Robert get on his back and the twink started sucking Robert's cock. He cleaned up the cum and blood off of Robert's cock and once Robert's cock was clean he straddled Robert and lowered himself back onto Robert's cock. He rode Robert gently because his ass was now tender. By this time several men had gathered around enjoying the show. Two of the gentlemen joined in. One put his cock to Robert's mouth to be sucked on and the other guy did the same thing with the twink. After riding Robert's cock for nearly thirty minutes Robert cum again inside the twink. This excited the two guys and they each shot their loads into the mouths that were sucking them. The gentlemen left and the others just tucked their cocks away to save for later. Robert and the twink were alone and they actually talked a bit. The twinks name was Jason and he asked Robert if he had gotten the bug. Robert said yes but he was undetectable at the moment. To Robert's surprise Jason was still negative despite being a little slut. Jason looked disappointed that Robert was undetectable but something about Jason stirred something in Robert. Jason was homeless since his parents kicked him out for being gay. Robert invited Jason back to his place to get the kid a descent meal. Robert wanted to help Jason so he offered Jason a job at the clinic to help clean up. Since he and Becky shared the house he called her up to check on her and the twins. He explained the situation with Jason and if Jason was willing to baby sit then he could stay with them. Robert told Jason and Jason teared up and thanked Robert. He knew Robert didn't have to do this. Robert and Jason kissed and then headed off to get a shower. Robert found some clothes that Jason could wear until they went shopping. Robert fixed them some dinner and after dinner they sat in the living room sipping wine and making out. The one thing on Jason's mind while they were making out is why would this guy who Jason at the time thought was married be fucking guys. That was something he wanted an answer to because he was confused. Before long they were both tired so they went to Robert's room to get some sleep. Jason slept like a rock. It had been over a year since he slept in a warm bed. Upon waking Jason had no idea how his life was about to change. But the one thing he wondered he would have to wait another week until Becky got back home with the twins. How would he face Becky knowing he had been taking her husband's cock? Did she even know Robert was gay? Jason wasn't in the room when Robert spoke with Becky on the phone. Jason's nerves were acting up because he didn't want to cause any friction. Jason put those thoughts out of his head when he felt Robert's cock at the entrance to his ass. Jason got a huge grin on his face and then gave Robert what he wanted. He backed his ass onto Robert's cock and Robert started fucking him slowly. This slow fucking was driving Jason wild. Robert was hitting his prostrate just right and Jason had two hands free orgasms before Robert unloaded another huge load up his ass. They snuggled a bit and kissed and then went down to have breakfast. The day flew by since most of it was spent shopping. They didn't have sex that night because Robert wanted them well rested before work. Jason enjoyed his new job mostly because he got to look at Robert. The week was fairly uneventful until Friday arrived and Jason knew Becky would be be back that evening. After work they headed to the airport to pick up Becky and the twins. Jason and Becky meet and their worlds collide. They actually know each other much to Robert's surprise.

I wouldn't combat it. Some guys are just the silent type. I have had a few where I was wondering if I did even a decent job when suddenly they flooded my mouth with a load. If they come back you know they enjoyed it! But personally I do like a guy who is a bit more verbal and shows he's liking what you're doing.

Part 10: Robert becomes a father Robert thought about what Becky had asked him for several days. Many questions went through his mind. Did he want to be a dad? How would this work with Becky? How would a child react to their father being gay? Becky assured Robert that his being gay would not mean the child would love him any less. Becky said that they would teach their child that love comes in many forms. After thinking it over Robert agreed. Now the question was how do I get her pregnant? He knew intercourse was out. Maybe a sperm bank. Becky had already thought about this. She was against the idea of a sperm bank. The idea she had was to blindfold Robert while he jerked off into her pussy. Robert heard this idea and thought it was the strangest thing he had ever heard. But for some reason he just couldn't say no to her. So she instructed Robert not to jerk off except into her pussy during her ovulation period. Robert agreed and off they went trying to get Becky pregnant. Believe it or not after six months Becky got pregnant. And to assure Robert the baby was his she offered up a DNA test. Sure enough they had made a baby. Becky went alone to her first few doctor visits but when it was time to see the baby she wanted Robert there with her. As the doctor was doing the sonogram she noticed something strange. Not only was there one child in there there were two babies. Twins. Robert and Becky looked at each other dumbfounded. Their method produced twins. They both just laughed and left the doctors office to get ready for twins. Robert was excited about having twins. So later that evening after Becky was asleep he snuck out of the house to the adult theater that he discovered a few weeks prior. He drove up to the building and noticed quite a few cars for late at night. He entered the building and scoped the place out for a bit. The place had one cashier but nobody else in sight. He thought that kinda odd until he noticed an opening into a back area. The cashier noticed Robert checking it out and told Robert it was $15 to go in the back but he could stay as long as he wanted. Robert paid the fee and went to the back. It was a little dark but his eyes adjusted quickly. He saw there were several booths but no doors on them. What really got his attention and his cock hard was the fact that men were having sex with each other without caring who saw them. He watched a few of the guys having sex before making his way down the hall into a large room with a gay video playing. Also he noticed there was a mattress on the floor with a beautiful twink getting spit roasted. His own cock was begging for relief and he noticed several gentlemen sitting down stroking their cocks while they watched. It seemed everyone in the room was naked so Robert followed suit. Once Robert's cock came into view everyone stroking their cocks stopped and stared at Robert with envy. Robert was proud of his cock. Was Robert was sitting down this older gentleman got between Robert's legs and started sucking Robert's cock. The guy looked wasted with sores on his body and cock. Robert didn't care. Getting a blowjob felt great. The guy sucked on Robert's cock for a while and then stood up and offered his ass to Robert. Robert didn't hesitate and pulled the man onto his cock in one quick motion. The guy yelped in pain but Robert didn't care. He needed to fuck and cum bad. The guys ass felt so good that it wasn't long before Robert unleashed a ton of cum up the guys ass. By this time the mattress was empty. Robert surprisingly to him when and got on all fours on the mattress. It didn't take long and he had a cock in his mouth. Another guy got behind him and started playing with his asshole and then the guy started eating Roberta ass. This caused Robert's cock to get hard again. Once Robert's ass was opened up enough the guy worked his cock into Robert's ass. The guy let Robert adjust to his cock. He could tell Robert was definitely an anal virgin. Once Robert got used to the guys cock it felt really good. The guy went slowly at first and Robert was enjoying being spit roasted himself. The guy he was sucking blew his load down Robert's throat and then another cock replaced his. Robert was truly enjoying himself. After several more minutes the guy in his ass picked up the pace and was soon flooding Robert's ass with his cum. Once he was finished the guy he was sucking quickly got behind Robert and started fucking him. The guy who had just fucked him gave Robert a kiss and told him to enjoy his gift. Robert thought he meant the cum so he just nodded and told him he would. The guy fucking him heard what was said and that sent him over the edge. He told Robert to enjoy his gift as well. Robert could only smile. Nobody else took their place but he needed to get off one more time before leaving. The beautiful twink was still there so he told the twink to get his ass on the mattress now. The twink didn't hesitate. He quickly got on his back and Robert drove his cock deep into the little faggots pussy. It didn't take Robert long to cum and when he did he nearly blacked out. Once he regained his senses. The twink was sore from the pounding Robert gave him but he enjoyed it. The twink gave Robert his number and said watching Robert take poz cock was so hot that he couldn't resist taking Robert's last neg load. Robert then felt nauseous. What had he just done? He wanted to be there for his kids and now he might have fucked up his and his kids future. He got dressed quickly and went for a drive. He had to clear his mind. But the more and more he thought about what he'd done the hornier he got. For the next couple of weeks he couldn't think about anything but taking poz loads. He was hoping he had dodged a bullet when after two weeks he didn't get sick. Just as he was about to celebrate three weeks later he got sick. Now Robert must face the consequences of his actions.

Got to feed a big load to a 30 something fella at bookstore around lunch. He was skinny with a big ole brown cowboy stache. Loved watching my cock disappear into his mouth, and I shot a huge nut as deep in his throat as I could. Wish it had been in his ass.

Part 24 - A Thanksgiving To Remember Sam sent a text to Jordan after he was briefed about the incident and waited until this morning to find out how Daniel was, he didn't want to intrude as it would bring a crowd of paparazzi with him and figured it was the least he could do so Nicky was keeping him updated. Jordan woke up to see Daniel looking at him. "Morning, did you stay here all night?" Daniel asked. Jordan stretched "Yes, how are you feeling?". "Achy but otherwise I guess I feel better than I look" Daniel managed a small grin. Jordan smiled "Good, but you have to rest for a few days". "Has Sage been arrested?" Daniel looked at Jordan. Jordan looked down "He, he passed away last night". Daniel rested his head back "I don't know weather to feel sorry or not". Jordan held Daniel's hand "Don't be, he went to some lengths to find me to get at you". Jordan decided not tell him that he thought Mario had some hand in Sage's death. The doctor walked in to the room and handed Jordan some painkillers and said Daniel was okay, no internal bleeding just some bruising so he can go home. Jordan called Kit who said he would be there in half an hour since the traffic was pretty light. Kit kept apologising and Daniel told him he had nothing to apologise for and that he just wanted to enjoy the day as best he could. Jordan helped Daniel out of the BMW, the sun was shining brightly and Daniel turned to kiss Jordan. "Thank you for being with me" he said leaning his body against Jordan. Jordan walked Daniel up to the house "I couldn't be anywhere else Danny you are my life". Lucy stood at the door with David and Nicky and Daniel managed to smile as he approached them. Daniel took refuge on a sun lounger being waited on hand and foot by everyone, Lucy and Nicky began preparing thanksgiving dinner. Jordan received a text message from Mario 'Been to ER said D had gone home, can we come and see you?', he wandered in to the kitchen to ask Nicky who said it would be okay but only if David and Kit were present. Jordan completely understood and sent the details to Mario whilst Kit called the gatehouse to let them know. The morning Daniel spent watching Steve and Callum playing in the pool with the children, Jordan walked up and shook the pill bottle at Daniel as it was midday and was due some painkillers. Sam arrived and made a big fuss of Daniel when the children were not asking him to sing one of his hits in the pool. The gatehouse called and Kit called Jordan over just as the car pulled in to the driveway, Mario and Curt got out and looked up at the mansion almost to scared to move until they saw Jordan open the front door. Curt ran over and hugged Jordan "So good to see you Jordan". "Curt you don't change" Jordan said smiling. Curt looked down "A lot has changed Jordan, but out of it Mario and I have started seeing each other". Jordan smiled "I always wondered if you two would take the plunge, you flirted enough over the years". "Hi Jordan" Mario said catching up to them. They walked through to the terrace where Daniel sat with Sam, Curt and Mario did a double take and then again when Nicky appeared. Jordan introduced them to everyone and Daniel, they appeared to hit it off immediately engrossed in Daniel's British accent and wanting to know everything about London and England. Everyone else was busy in the kitchen, Daniel asked Jordan for a cup of tea, he stood up and asked Mario to help him leaving Curt to chat with Daniel. It was during their chat that Curt revealed what Sage had done to him, he slowly recalled how he was picked up in the bar where they drank copious amounts before heading back to Curt's place. The rest was somewhat of a blur, all he could recall was the weight of Sage on him pinning him down on the floor. Daniel looked at Curt "He was obviously out to destroy everyone that had become to close to Jordan". Curt wiped a tear from his eye "Did he, I mean, sorry I shouldn't ask". "Did he fuck me, is that what you want to know?" Daniel lowered his voice as he asked. Curt looked at him "I don't mean to pry Daniel". "No, he penetrated me but the police helicopter over head stopped him" Daniel replied. Curt nodded his head before replying "What he did to Mario and myself brought us together, finally". In the kitchen sat Lucy, Nicky, Kit, David and Patrick, Kit asked them to sit down for a moment, Mario looking a little uneasy sat down and wringed his hands, he had some idea of what they were going to ask. Kit spoke first "Mario what is discussed here stays here you understand?". Mario looked at him and nodded "Yes". Kit looked at Lucy "Mario what happened with Sage last night?". Mario shifted on his seat "I can't explain, I just knew what had to be done to stop it". Lucy looked at him "Did you do it?". Mario nodded his head "I'm sorry, well no I'm not sorry, Jordan was a friend and Sage would never have stopped". Jordan grabbed Mario's arm gently "I am still your friend Mario" he said as Mario's tears streaked down his face. David spoke "I think we understand Mario, it was not the right thing to do, but we all owe you a debt of gratitude". Kit looked at David then Mario "As I said this goes no further, I heard this morning the LAPD have closed the case". Mario breathed a sigh of relief "Oh god thank you". "Now Mario you and Curt are staying for dinner" Nicky said standing up. Mario looked shocked "Really?" Nicky nodded "thank you". Patrick spoke for the first time "He touched many lives in a very bad way". Lucy looked at Patrick "Do we tell Danny?". "I think we should, but maybe not today though" Jordan said holding the cup of tea for Daniel. "Jordan is right, let him rest for a couple of days first" Lucy replied. Mario walked outside with Jordan "I just want to put this behind me and move on" he said looking at Jordan. Jordan smiled "I think we all do Mario, we can look forward now and not over our shoulders". Nicky looked at the others "Mario and Curt are both nice guys, what he did to them both was appalling". Jordan reappeared "Now he wants a biscuit" laughing as he looked at Nicky. Nicky got up "Hang on we have some somewhere" she said rifling through cupboards. "What does Mario and Curt do for a job Jordan" Lucy asked him. "I think Mario has just started waiting tables and Curt works in a bar" Jordan replied. Lucy mused for a moment "Do you trust them?". Jordan looked at her beginning to understand her more and how she ticked "They are honest and very humble people". David looked at Lucy "I think it is the least we can do for them". "We will speak to them after dinner" Lucy said as Nicky at last found the tin of biscuits. The love of the people around Daniel greatly helped ease the situation, the talk with Curt had shed much light on Sage, he was definitely a lot happier when Jordan and himself joined the gathering for dinner. Daniel was on a strict no alcohol policy by Jordan and his mother so sat down at the table spending most of dinner talking with Sam. Steve, Callum, Mario and Curt were also at the table Daniel noticed how the four had become inseparable and showed a very genuine friendship towards each other, both couples fascinated by each other and their lives. Jordan watched them from kitchen as they all paid Daniel a lot of attention. He turned to the others asking if they had room for two more in their little group which got a resounding yes from everyone. Daniel ate a small dinner beginning to feel a little tired, Jordan noticed this as he had gone a little quiet as he usually did when tired. He excused them both and took Daniel up to bed. "He really does look after him Lucy" Nicky said as they disappeared from view. Lucy nodded "That and good parenting" she held her glass up to Patrick and Lee. Lucy looked to Mario and Curt "What are you two doing for the next week?". Curt laughed "Back to work tomorrow afternoon and Mario, well he has to wait to see if they call him in". "That's no good, do you both have passports?" Lucy asked them. They nodded and Mario spoke "Only ever used it to go across the border to Mexico". Lucy laughed "Why don't you both come to Barbados with us for a week?". Mario shifted uncomfortably in his seat "Thank you but we can't afford it and we have work". "I want to offer you both permanent jobs in our LA hotel" Lucy told them. Curt put his glass down "You own a hotel in LA?". Lucy laughed "Sorry yes and other hotels, we need staff for the new hotel you two would be perfect". Mario looked a little stunned "I don't know what to say Lucy". "Just say yes, plus you will need to come to Barbados as our guests to meet Sofie the manager" She replied. Curt looked at Mario "We have nothing to loose Mario what do you say?". "Yes" he looked at Lucy "I guess were off to Barbados with you". Lucy smiled "Excellent, I will get everything arranged and let you know when to meet us at LAX". Jordan laid in bed with Daniel in his arms who was peacefully sleeping for now, his heart full of desperate love for Daniel, his head felt free of the demons that had haunted him. Knowing he we would never have to worry about Sage, he slowly drifted off to sleep. Downstairs on the pool terrace Kit placed a drinks on the table whilst Steve and Callum were swimming under the stars. The kids were in bed and Sam had left due to his commitments the following day. Kit sat down at the table "He completely seduced me in to friendship to get close enough to Danny and Jordan". David looked over at him "Certainly I don't think it was coincidence you two meeting like that". Mario lowered his head "It wasn't, I think I now know how". Everyone looked at Mario until Kit spoke "Tell us Mario". Mario started explaining 'After Jordan left Sage he hunted me down as I was the closest person to him apart from Sage, he made out to be my friend and persuaded me to go back with him as Jordan should be home and I needed to speak to him. Within minutes I was on the bed naked underneath him. I couldn't stop him but part of me wanted to have sex with him, everything spiralled out of my control and he manipulated me and controlled me. Then after I fell ill I was laying in bed and saw a photo in one of the gossip magazines on line that was taken in Barbados from someone on holiday, in the picture was Nicky, Kit and Jordan with his arm around Daniel. He saw the picture and I noticed a week later in the browsing history Sage had done many searches on you Kit. That is how he found what music place you went to every week regular as clockwork. It was during this time I also noticed my facebook was open at the picture of Jordan, Curt and myself. That week he plied Curt with alcohol and well I think you know can guess the rest. All the time he was mentally abusing me until I had no self esteem and relied on him totally, I found solace with Curt who has helped me get back to who I really am, but yesterday seeing everyone and the hurt he caused made the bubble burst, for once I saw things with much clarity and did what I had to do for everyone's sake. His last words to me was that I was a worthless whore who he would break and when I saw the pure evil in his eyes I opened the valve on the drip feed'. Curt placed his arm around Mario's shoulder to comfort him. Nicky had tears running down her face and Lucy was shaking her head in disbelief that one person could cause this much havoc the rest looked on in shock as the story unfolded, this thanksgiving had certainly been the most unusual and upsetting for most. Patrick spoke first "I guess that is why Jordan refused to speak of him when he came back to Boston". Lucy struggled to find her voice "You protected us all from his maliciousness Mario, we will never forget that". Mario and Curt departed from their new circle of friends and headed home. Curt placed his keys on the hook and closed the door behind him and looked over at Mario, their drive back had been mostly silent still both stunned from the last two days. "What are you thinking Curt?" Mario asked him. Curt walked over and kissed Mario "Are you sure about this job offer and trip?". "Nothing has really made any sense Curt, but to be honest I need proper work. What about you?" he looked curiously at Curt. Curt nodded "I think it will be good for the both of us, we can move on with our lives with more stability". Mario kissed Curt "Couldn't agree with you more Curt". Daniel looked the bedside clock, it was only 6am but he had fought sleep for the last four hours, he slipped out of bed and walked over to the windows and juliette balcony looking out over Coldwater Canyon. His body felt cold as he stood watching daylight approaching, he realised tears were rolling down his cheeks and on to the carpet beneath his feet. The memories whirring in his head, his imagination playing tricks as he thought he felt the warmth of Sage's breath on his neck again waiting for the side of his face to be licked. He stood there unable to move for fear, this is crazy he told himself, Sage is dead he can't hurt me. Jordan woke at the sound of a sob and saw Daniel standing at the window looking out, he walked over and encircled him gently in his arms. Daniel tensed feeling the arms surrounding his body, Jordan whispered in to his ear 'Your safe Danny'. He felt no pain from the arms around his body, only a love and tenderness and his body slowly relaxed into Jordan's embrace. Jordan could see Daniel had been crying and figured that the shock of what happened had finally come to realisation. He kissed Daniel's neck "Do you want to talk?". Daniel held Jordan's arms "I had the worst nights sleep I kept seeing his face and feeling his breath". Jordan stroked Daniel's head "You need time to heal Danny". Daniel turned to face him "No, I need to see his body, I need to see that he is dead". Jordan didn't argue and helped Daniel get dressed the clock in the hallway struck 8am and as they walked down the stars they could hear voices in the kithen. Kit was up with the children giving them breakfast, he looked up and figured something wasn't right. "Kit I need to borrow a car" Jordan said to Kit. Kit looked at Daniel and nodded "Take the BMW and this is Hillson's number if you need to call him". They stood at the ER reception just as the nurse Milly who looked after Daniel walked by, she looked at him and asked if he was okay. Jordan spoke to her and she nodded telling them to wait here. A few minutes later she returned and escorted them through to the morgue, entering the room sent a shiver down Daniel's spine and cool air hit his skin. The grey walls did nothing to cheer the place up and he could see a body laying on a table covered in a sheet. Daniel shrugged Jordan off and walked over as Milly drew back the sheet to reveal Sage's face still covered in cuts and bruises but his eyes firmly closed and body lifeless. Jordan saw a splat of water hit the floor and realised Daniel was crying again. Milly held Jordan back and said to let him get it out of his system first. For 5 minutes he stood shaking and crying until eventually it started to subside, he wiped his eyes and turned to walk towards Jordan. He thanked the nurse and took Jordan's hand and they walked out of the morgue. In the car he held Jordan's hand in silence and looked out the window as they drove back, the 4x4 swept in to the driveway and Daniel looked at Jordan who stared ahead with a blank expression on his face. Daniel leaned over and kissed his arm and told him that Sage could no longer get to them. Daniel rested over the next few days and finally on Saturday night he fell asleep in Jordan's arms and had the first full nights sleep. Sunday morning arrived and Jordan woke to find Daniel still sleeping peacefully, he got up and started packing their cases for their trip to Barbados. Jordan was interrupted by a knock at the door, he opened it to find Lucy standing there with coffee for them. Jordan let her in pointing to Daniel fast asleep. "How is he?" She asked quietly looking at Jordan. Jordan placed his arm around Lucy "Slept through the night mostly in my arms". "If you weren't here Jordan I don't know how I would have coped let alone Danny" she said patting his hand. Jordan looked at Lucy "He is head strong in many areas but there is a loving vulnerability about him". Lucy chuckled "You better wake him as we leave in an hour". To say it was chaos at the airport was an understatement, the check-in clerk couldn't deal with so many first class passengers arriving at once and called for back up. It also never helped when you travelled with Nicky as fans and photographers were always on hand to get in the way. Mario and Curt stood to one side laughing at all the commotion having never seen anything like this before. Daniel walked up behind them and told them to get in the queue and stop laughing at everyone, Mario walked over to where Jordan, Steve and Callum stood. Curt looked at Daniel "Are you okay?". Daniel smiled "I think so, Friday was when it really hit me, but having Jordy with me is helping". Curt place his arm around Daniel's neck "He is so sexy I think it is the best therapy anyone could ask for" chuckling as he finished his sentence. Daniel laughed and put his arm around Curt hugging him and walked with him towards the counter to check-in. The entire group was escorted through to the airport VIP lounge where for the first time Daniel was allowed a glass of champagne as they toasted to their friendship. The airlines representative appeared and escorted them to the plane where they all settled in their seats. The plane sped down the runway and lifted up in to the air, Jordan looked out the window only this time he smiled at seeing LA as the plane banked and set course to the warmth of the Caribbean and Barbados.

I'm back from my trip to Berlin. Returning to Lab.oratory was a great idea. The entrance is in same left position of the Berghain club but the door moved i noticed. Tip 1. Get their early!!!! they open on Fridays 10-12 - get there at least 9:30 -there was already 100 guys on line by the time I showed up at 9:45 and another 100 behind me. The fee is 10Euro now. I know the door guy had some bad rep but i found the experience just fine. They give you a wrist wrap for the night for buying bar drinks. and give you a bag for clothing. At end of night you collect your bag -dress and go pay your tab. Bring receipt to the doorman and then go. The place is as big as i remember if not bigger now. I noticed a dance club back deep in the club with stairwells going up to the rail promenade that overlooks the dance floor- i didn't remember this at all. The dark room is still same, the barn rooms with slings by the right of the bar still there. the gloryholes in back - new addition -they had those Czech booths-where you climb in and hoist your legs in straps and your butt is open to all but you and they can't see you. Of course the fail in this is that all the guys just went around to the entrance to see who it was in this booth. I only saw it used twice but definitely was fun. All most of action was in darkroom early-- i got plowed early and alot. but as night went on action was everywhere but realize alot of lurkers and guys just hanging socially in the bar. Their were guys in the bathroom sitting next to urinal waiting for piss etc- i never saw one used but they found their spot and stuck to it. Also, there is equipment to douche but i can't see putting that hose up my hole in that place but its there-someone needs to tell me if they used it ever??? I went early thank god-got fucked and then i left at 12 which was early but myhotel was on other side 45 min away by train and i just didn't want to be stuck and i was fucked out-i knew for me it was time. Well-the line waiting for men to get in had to be 300 guys it went out to the parkling lot area-i was shocked so trust me go early-so you get in and fuck and not waste time waiting on line to get in. BULL bar in Schoneberg gay area- is the dicy dive bar that any pig will love-- the bar (with coatcheck to underwear) is like a Las Vegas bar from 60s but then the backroom is practically blackout -on entry is a sling and then two more sllings in middle of room -the room is 17 x 17 with seating along the walls-not much and then then the toilets-guys in slings claim their spot and don't move. and guys just bend over and get bred. I walked in Friday night and in 5 min i was getting plowed by unseen men. It was quiet on Saturday but still got 2 loads -its a mix of men but it a sleazy place-its not a hi how you doing at all-its just quiet silent cocksucking and fucking. A must for all to visit at least once. Boiler sauna- i went on Monday afternoon-it was more senior aarp than Sundays. it was quiet and still the loveliest bathhouse but i didnt' get much action. So go on Sundays when its popular. Mutchmann's hosted the monthly Coffee and Cream party-its a poz party on 1st Sundays of month. Starts at 5pm no line just a few guys 9 euro check your clothes wear what you want and then play. i had no idea what this would be like it wasn't alot of people -mind you LAB has a Sundaytheme and bathhouse is quiet popular so other distractions but boy i'm glad i went early when they opened- i went downstairs to the bed platform and in 10 min i was bred by a bull of a German man 2 loads and then the crowd started filling up- i took some good loads and this time the early bird got the worm was true. The crowd was sexy mix of young, mature, bears, otters etc-it was not a big crowd but just right number. i stayed over an hour when i sensed the loads were done and there was no line or guys coming in so quiet party but well worth it if you're in Berlin at that time. I took about 17 loads during my weekend and the city is lovely. I don't know if i'll return -i think the city is built for youth to run free and i want to explore other places but if you haven't gone or have low libido -go to Berlin-it will be a good cure!

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Part 2 I loved living in the city and enjoyed the freedoms that came with being away from my family and my upbringing. I cruised regularly in public toilets and parks throughout my time at university and took every opportunity I could to take cock in my mouth and up my arse. I was learning a lot about life and also about sex and I soon learned that the lines between gay and straight were not always as clear as I had perhaps assumed. I would quite often see wedding rings on some of the guys I was sucking off in public toilets and a few times I saw lads I knew from uni who I thought were totally straight joining in the sucking and sometimes even the fucking. I had discovered that one of the toilets in the university library had a glory hole between the two cubicles. It was a few floors above the floor for my subject and I had discovered it by accident one day when the toilet on our floor was closed for repair. It soon became a regular haunt and I discovered a plentiful supply of students wanting to be sucked off - particularly in the evening and a surprisingly high number were happy to fuck me through the glory hole or even join me in the cubicle so I quite often got a load of cum in my arse as well as in my mouth. One evening I was heading for the toilet when I met a lad I knew coming out of it. Peter came from the same part of the country as me and had a very similar upbringing so his family knew mine and I had met him at various church events. He was a few years older than me and was in his final year. He had been going out with the same girl for a long time and I had heard he was now engaged to her. Peter nodded to me as he passed me and I noticed he looked a little red in the face. I wondered - I knew what Peter studied and knew that he had no more reason to be on this floor than I had..... It was a few weeks later when I was in the toilet one evening round about the same time - I had just sucked someone off and when he left the toilet I heard someone else come in to the cubicle next to me. I sat back for a moment as he pulled his trousers and pants down and sat down. Nothing happened for a moment and then I looked through the hole and saw Peter sitting there. He saw me looking and looked through. I thought he might be shocked when he saw it was me but he just grinned and then stood up. Seconds later his cock was pushing through the hole - he had a nice big cock and I wasted no time in taking into my mouth. I enjoyed every minute of sucking Peter's cock and I could tell he was enjoying it too and it was not too long before I heard him groan and soon he was pumping a big load of cum into my mouth. I sucked him off quite a few times after that - always in the toilet - I never met up with him otherwise. I enjoyed sucking his big cock and he always gave me a big load of cum. I offered him my arse a few times but he always shook his head. One evening towards the end of the year I was sucking him off in the cubicle and he was close to cumming when he suddenly asked if he could see my arse. My trousers and pants were already down so I just stood up and bent over the toilet. I could hear him wanking and breathing heavier. "Show me your arsehole" he gasped and just as I pulled my cheeks apart I felt his come shooting on my hole and all down my arse. It was very horny. The next few times I just sucked him off and then one night he asked to see my arse again. I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart. I could hear him wanking again and this time he began to finger my arse hole. I had been fucked through the glory hole a short time before I and I don't know whether Peter realised this but after a short time I felt his cock head pushing against my hole. I pushed back and the head of his cock entered my arse. He began to push and soon his cock was right up me. I spread my legs further and bent right over as he began to fuck me. I knew he wasn't going to last long as his breathing was getting heavier and heavier and after about ten or twelve thrusts he moaned and gasped "Fuck...Fuck....FUCK!" as he began to pump his cum right into my arse. I wasn't sure how he would react as he pulled out my arse and I stood up. We were both out of breath and neither of us said anything for a while. Then he said "We shouldn't do that again." I asked if he had enjoyed it and he said "Yes - but we shouldn't do it again." That was the only time Peter fucked me. I never saw him in the toilet again during the last few weeks of term and after he graduated he married his girlfriend. I wondered how long it would be after he was married before he gave into temptation and fucked another guy up the arse. Somehow I didn't think it would be too long.... One time I was cruising in a toilet in the west end of Glasgow when a fit young dark haired guy in a postman's uniform came in and we were soon wanking together at the urinal. After a while I bent over and took his cock into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck him off. After a while he stopped me and asked if I wanted to come back with him and fuck. I was well up for that and followed him to a basement flat nearby. He led my inside and the first thing I saw was wedding pictures of him and a woman. I felt a bit strange and I was glad that he didn't take me into the bedroom. Instead he led me through the kitchen to a little recess area by the back door and that was where I fucked him, pants down by the back door, and shot a big load of cum into his married arse. My next experience with a married guy was when I spent three months in Hamburg at the end of my second year. I was introduced to Dieter at a reception for foreign students and, although I knew he was married with two children, I could tell he was coming on to me. He offered to run me home at the end of the reception and it was not too long before we were parked up in a dark, quiet area and I was down sucking his cock. He fucked me in some bushes nearby and shot his load up me and then dropped me off near my accommodation. We arranged to meet again in the same spot (which was on the edge of a large park I was soon to discover was called the Stadtpark) a few nights later and he told me to be lubed and ready for him. I met him a few times and each time he let me suck his cock for a while and then told me to bend over so he could slide his cock up my already lubed hole. He never touched me other than pushing his cock into my mouth and up my arse. He was a good fuck and, although I enjoyed just being used by him, after a few times I got bored so I was not really bothered when he didn't turn up one time we had arranged to meet. I decided to go for a walk in the park and after I had been walking for some time I began to encounter other guys. It was dark now and, although I had often cruised parks at home, that was during the day. I had not realised that guys cruised parks for sex at night! After a while I came across a very horny scene. A young lad who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen was being fucked up against a tree by an older guy and I watched this for a while before wandering further into the park. Soon I was being cruised by a fit guy and a short time later we were in the bushes and his pants and trousers were down and I was sucking his cock. He has a lovely big fat cock and I sucked on it until he said he was getting too close and pulled me up. He pulled me towards him and kissed me, pushing his hand down the back of my pants to finger my arse. He felt my lubed hole and asked me if I had already been fucked. I told him no because the guy I was meeting hadn't turned up and he grinned. We kissed some more and then he turned me round, pulled my pants down and bent me over. He fucked me up against a tree and it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - it was a lovely summer evening and I was being fucked hard by a guy I really liked even though I had just met him. He shot his load up my arse and when he pulled out I sucked his cock clean. He lit up a cigarette and we chatted for a while. His name was Jorg and he was about ten years older than me. We talked about cruising and I told him I had never really cruised at night. He told me it was best later at night - particularly at the weekends. He offered to come cruising with me and show me where to go and we arranged to meet on the Friday evening. I really liked Jorg and had a lot of fun with him. I guess he was my first real fuck buddy - he took me cruising that weekend and we had a lot of fun. I ended up being fucked several times that night and when I rejoined Jorg I had several loads up my arse. He taught me a lot about cruising including how to get things started. One night there were a lot of fit guys wandering around including a young, nerdy guy with glasses who looked about eighteen, but no one was doing anything. Jorg told me to wander around a bit and then let him cruise me as if we didn't know each other. I did and soon I was being cruised by Jorg and before long I was down sucking his cock right out in the open and we were beginning to attract an audience. Jorg pulled me up to my feet and, as he had done on the night we met, pulled my trousers and pants down, turned me round and bent me over. Guys started to crowd round as he began to fuck me and it was not long before most of them had their pants down and their cocks out. Jorg fucked me for a while and then pulled out and when he did another guy took over and then another and another. It was now an orgy, with fucking and sucking going on all around. The young nerdy guy was bent over next to me, also being fucked by one guy after another and other guys were fucking and sucking all around us. I even saw Jorg bent over, pants down, gripping on to a tree with one hand and wanking with the other as an older guy fucked him and loaded him up. I stayed friends and fuck buddies with Jorg for several years after that and, although my experience with straight guy Dieter was not particularly memorable - it led to some very horny experiences and a new found confidence in cruising at night! My next encounter with a straight guy was in my final year at uni. I was sharing a flat with three other students and one my flatmates had her brother and his fiancee over from Ireland to stay for a few days. I liked Danny straight away and also found him very attractive. He was dark haired with a friendly manner and a really nice grin. He was quite chunky and I really liked his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. He was obviously straight but I thought there was no harm in looking. The night before Danny and his fiancee went back to Ireland, we were all out drinking in a bar nearby and we had all had quite a few drinks when I went to the toilet for a piss. A few minutes later Danny came into the toilet and stood at the urinal right next to me. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pissed like a racehorse. I had finished pissing by now but I was reluctant to put my cock away and I could sense Danny looking at me out the corner of his eye. He finished too but neither of us moved and he stood back from the urinal letting me see his cock which was now getting hard. I was getting hard too and soon we were wanking together. I was close to cumming and I think he was too when someone came into the toilet. We both quickly zipped up and left the toilet. The next morning Danny was sitting in the kitchen having breakfast when I left for uni and as I left the kitchen he winked at me. It was a few months later when my flat mate said Danny was coming over for a few days on his own as his fiancee couldn't get off work. I found it hard to get the memory of his cock out of my mind and when he arrived, looking as fit as ever, I couldn't help wondering if I would get the chance to get into his pants or if he had just been leading me on. The next day I was home from uni early and Danny was in the flat himself. He suggested going for a drink and soon we were in the same bar and after a couple of drinks Danny started talking about sex. He said there was nothing he liked more than sex with a woman but added that there were some things women didn't like to do that gay guys did. I was turned on now. "Like what?" I asked Danny grinned and leaned forward. "Like being fucked up the arse." he said He leaned forward again "Do you like being fucked up the arse?" he said. I nodded and within minutes we were finishing our drinks and making our way back to the flat. There was no one about and I led Danny into my room, sat on the bed and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down along with his pants. His cock was already hard and I took it into my mouth and began to suck. He sighed, and his cock seemed to grow even bigger. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled out. He turned round bent over and pushed his arse into my face. His arse was quite hairy and as I pulled his cheeks apart I discovered his hole was even hairier. I pushed my tongue right up him and he sighed. Soon he was kneeling on the bed in just his T shirt and socks as I licked his arse, pushing my tongue as far up his arse as I could. After a while he got up and grinned again "Ah now, you see, that's another thing the women don't always like doing!" He said he wanted to fuck me and soon I was bent over the bed and Danny was pushing his big cock up my arse. He couldn't get it up me at first so I put more lube on my arse and his cock and spread my legs a bit wider. He was an amazing fuck - he started slowly and built up until he was really fucking me hard and he gave me one of the best fucks I'd had in a long time before his breathing got heavy and he started groaning and I knew he was pumping a nice big load of cum into my arse. Some of the others were back in the flat now and we had to be careful coming out of my room but no one seemed any the wiser. Later that night Danny appeared in my room, climbed into bed with me and fucked me again, depositing another big load of cum up me. Every night he was there he came into my room when all the others had gone to bed. I would suck his cock for a while and then lay back on the bed so he could sit his hairy arse on my face and then he would fuck me. He never stayed long - as soon as he had shot his load into me he would sneak back to his own room, leaving me with cum dripping out my arse. I enjoyed every minute of it..... Part 3 to follow

I've swallowed my uncle's cum for years. Altough he prefers to leave it in my ass

Sean Storm fucked me (yep he's versatile!)

5. Rod "Let's enjoy how good this can feel," I said. My balls were pressed against Jay's asshole, and my dickhead was buried deep in his guts. It was already dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into him. The boy had been hungry to get fucked, signaling it by grinding his fuzzy ass against my face, desperate for every bit of my tongue. I was happy that he had not mentioned pulling out, much less a condom. The only trick now was to get at least one load inside of him before he started to think about the implications of unsafe sex with a strange man. Or, perhaps he was one of the beautiful, naive boys that had become so wonderfully common over the past few years. Raised on a steady diet of bareback porn and little to no guidance on safer sex, they hardly even knew to ask about my status or for a condom. "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again, as my cock pushed a little deeper. Every inch of him was still virgin territory, a landscape of pleasure that I was going to get to explore, enjoy, and ultimately poison with my toxic loads. "You feel so good inside of me," he said. "Come here, boy." I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him down. Up close, I could see his green eyes, framed by the black glasses he wore. He hadn't taken them off when we had gotten undressed; and it helped him seem a little older than the just-barely-eighteen that I feared he was. I didn't bother to take them off. Jay naturally sought out my mouth, and we enjoyed a deep intimate kiss. I allowed his tongue into my mouth and felt him explore it. "This feels so good," I said, in between our making out. "I'm so glad I can do this with you." It was shameless, but it didn't matter. I had paid dearly for the pleasure of his hole and there had been a premium for the privilege of pozzing him up. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel anything less than treasured by me. For the rest of the night, I would constantly remind him of the pleasure he was getting. Hopefully, he would remember this visceral, animal enjoyment of sex. Tomorrow, there would be an intellectual fear, of the risks he had taken, but by then, it would be too late. "Fuck, Rod. Your cock. Inside me," Jay said, as he pushed himself back up to ride my dick like an experienced slut. I needn't have worried about the G. He was flying on the G. It would further reduce the chances that Jay would ask about a condom. Of course, they were remote in the first place. Even I couldn't turn down the feeling of a thick raw cock in my hole, and I was mostly top. Jay on the other hand had all the makings of a true bottom. The lure of raw cock and fertile seed would be too hard for him to resist even sober, much less with the GHB further fueling his depraved needs. Any second thoughts I might have had about dosing Jay were quickly dissipating as he thrust his hole against my body, pushing my cock deeper into his body. He was riding me hard and fucking himself deep all at the same time. He was smiling, his eyes closed in the pleasure of having another man's cock deep in his hole. Of course, his dick was also betraying his base emotions. It was sticking straight up, hard with the slightest hint of pre-cum at the tip. I wanted Jay to have fun tonight. Not so much that I would pull out of him, but I wanted him to always associate tonight with pleasure. Of course, this was not entirely altruism on my part. I wanted Jay to associate pleasure with bareback sex. I wanted him to equate partying with gratification. I must have been staring at him, because when he finally opened his eyes again, he paused for a moment. "This is cool, right?" he asked. His voice quivered a bit; he was afraid the answer would be a no, and his moment of happiness would be shattered. "Hell yeah," I said, pushing my cock back inside of him. He gasped, his dick throbbed, and he clenched his muscles around my shaft. I could feel how much he needed a cock inside of him. "Feels so good to be inside you. To feel you like I really wanted to." "You wanted me?" he asked. He was at that age where every man was beautiful, but so few of them knew it. His innocence was charming and made my balls ache for the possibility to defile him. In between the waves of pleasure radiating out from my shaft, I remembered that I needed to cum inside of him. It was important that I did it before he began to wonder about getting fucked raw. The GHB I did would make it harder to cum, but this was a challenge that I relished. "Yeah," I said. "Fucking hot young man." "Thanks," he said. He blushed. "It's just..." "Your first time, right?" I asked. I already knew the answer; even if he had never said it out right, he had hinted at it. "Yeah," he said. "And?" I asked. "Do you like it? Getting fucked?" I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was shorter than me, maybe only six or seven inches, but it was still thick enough to have some weight. Plus, it was filled with blood. It was stiff, hard, and masculine. "Your dick says you like it." "Yeah," he said. "I do." He pushed his body against my hips, forcing my cock deeper into him. "It feels amazing. Like..." He trailed off, his eyes closing, as he got lost in the sensation of my dick sliding in and out of his ass. He didn't know it, but he had already lost everything that would be precious to him: his innocence and virginity, his health, and his sobriety. In addition to my cock deep in his hole and my toxic pre-cum leaking into him, the drugs were also coursing through his blood. Of course, this was just the beginning for Jay. There would be plenty more of everything for him later. He'd get more dick, more infected cum, and plenty more drugs to ease his transition from good boy to dirty whore. Just thinking about Jay getting used and degraded got my dick pulsing. There was the familiar tingle at the tip as my dirty fantasies and Jay's eager fucking pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "You're enjoying it too, I think," Jay said. I smiled. "I am. It feels good to be inside you. I'm glad you are letting me share this experience with you." I pushed my cock deeper into Jay, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. It was a low, deep, intense groan, enough for me to feel it in the center of my dick. I tried my best, but it was too much for me. My balls had already clenched up and were ready to unload. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned again. It was another deep-shaft massage for me, and I stopped holding back. "Oh fuck, yes," I grunted. A volley of sperm coursed down the length of my shaft, and erupted into Jay. "Fuuuuuuuck," he continued, at the exact same moment my toxic sperm shot into his ass. He wouldn't be able to feel my orgasm, unless I let him know. But, it wasn't time to tell him I was cumming in him. At least not yet. It would come, hopefully after I had a chance to give him a second or even third load. "You feel so fucking good," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to reveal my body-shaking orgasm. I was happy, because the young boy's hole had been anointed with another man's cum. Jay was just extraordinarily unlucky that my cum happened to be unmedicated, high-viral-load, dirty pozjuice. I slammed my cock back into Jay, shooting another jet of warm cream into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay finally said. It was the same word, but a different tone of voice. He was back in control of himself, no longer giving himself over to the sexual beast that we had unleashed. "That is so fucking hot. Your cock. So hard. In my hole." "So hot and wet," I said, completing his sentence. "It's hard not to want to go all the way." "I know. I want to feel you cum inside me." I smiled, and nodded. He continued. "But I want to enjoy this ride a long, long time." "Don't worry boy," I said. "I'm good for several loads." "It just..." He stammered a bit, the sex demon was re-asserting itself. "so fucking hot to feel you inside me." He leaned down. A bit of my shaft pulled out of him, and my dickhead rubbed some of my sperm into his ass. "So...right," he said. "I know." My cock was throbbing as we talked and gently working my load into the boy. He had leaned all the way down, his face now only a few inches from mine. Even in the low light of the patio, I saw the familiar glazed look on his face. He was G'ed out, and every sensation would have dark, sexual overtones for him. It was a seductive sensation; he would spend the rest of his life chasing after this feeling. It was the feeling of being a little high and a lot horny, the horniness giving him permission to chase after pure pleasure. "I just...I just....want you." He bit his lip, trying to deny himself the pleasure he was feeling. "I want you in me. Just like this." I risked going a little further. "You like my pre-cum in you?" "Oh fuck yeah," Jay said. He pushed and forced more of my shaft back into his hole. "Oh yeah," he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. I stopped worrying. I had gotten the all-important first load into him. It counted for bragging rights; the next load and the ones that followed would just be practice, re-enforcing Jay's very first fuck. "You inside me. Your pre-cum dripping into me." I smiled. Aiden would be pleased at how Jay was turning out. He might have been a bit shy at first and uncertain about the possibilities of two males having fun together. But he was learning quickly and getting used to how good a dick up his ass could feel. He was fucking himself hard on my cock. "Fuck me, please, Rod. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Just fucking fuck me," he grunted. I slammed my cock into him. If he kept this up, between the dirty talk and the tight fuzzy hole on my dick, I was going to cum a second time. "Please man. Give it to me. Give me that hard cock," Jay murmured. He was still pressed against me, his lips right against my ear. He was just whispering, but he was close enough for me to hear every desperate syllable. "Oh fuck, Rod. Don't take it out of me. Your fucking dick, Rod, it's inside me." He reached down between his legs and found the margin between us, where my cock stretched open his hole and entered his body. I felt his finger press against my shaft. He only succeeded in making me drip even more of my pre-cum into his hole. "Oh fuck Rod," he whispered. Jay's body was pressed against mine. He was shaking, but whether from fear, excitement, pleasure or a mixture of all three, I couldn't tell. I pulled him closer to me and his warm skin pressed against mine. He was clenching his hole tight around my cock as hard as he could, not wanting a single millimeter of my cock to slide out of him. "Relax boy. This can go on as long as you need it to," I whispered into his ear. His torso relaxed a bit, but his hole was just needy as before. "Please, Rod. Give it to me. Give me all of it." It was easy to convince myself that he wasn't talking just about my cock, but about everything that my cock stood for: the drugs I indulged in, the forbidden fantasies that I enacted, the money I traded for sex, and the virus that I transmitted with every load of cum. I gave him a long kiss. "I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of." Of course, nightmares were also dreams. It wasn't my business to know Jay's nightmares; it was my business to act out my fantasies. "But just for now. For me." "Yes?" Jay asked, anticipating a request from me. "Just enjoy yourself. Just focus on the pleasure." "I want to you focus on the pleasure too, Rod. I want to make you happy." "Don't worry," I replied. "You're doing a fine job. A damn fine job making me happy." Something clicked for me at that moment. I remembered that I was paying for this. There was no obligation for me to do anything but enjoy myself. It was my time to be a selfish, greedy fucker, and to use Jay as the partied-up fucktoy that he was. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and pushed my dick further into Jay. I felt the spooge already up there slide past my dickhead. "Oh fuck, Rod. Keep it in me." Did he not know how hard it was not to understand his sex-crazed demands as anything other than begging to be pozzed up? "Give it to me." "Of course, Jay," I said. My cock went back into the depths of his hole. My engorged dickhead and thick shaft pressed my first gift deeper into Jay. Jay deserved it. He was still young and he would have many years of spreading the virus before he would succumb to the ravages of drugs and illness. I wanted my seed to spread, and Jay was the latest in a long line of vessels by which I would infect my entire world. "Fuck, that feels amazing," Jay groaned. "Fucking amazing." "You want more of it?" I said. Jay just nodded; he was gasping for breath in perfect synchrony with my strokes. "Come on," I continued. "Sit on it." I gently pushed him back up, where his body weight and gravity conspired to force even more of my shaft into his body. It was also very clear just how turned-on Jay was. His dick was sticking straight up, just as hard as my cock was. And, just like my cock, there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger across it, then licked my finger. It tasted clean and fresh; there was no hint of the virus that contaminated my semen. At least, there was no hint yet. "Oh fuck," Jay moaned, as he settled down onto my cock. "So fucking big. So deep in me." "Just relax," I said. "Just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked. Of my cock deep inside of you." Jay closed his eyes, threw his head back, and grunted in pure pleasure. I wanted to spend all night fucking the boy. I wanted to massage my load into him, make sure that my seed found fertile soil to colonize and grow. But, Aiden would be out shortly to check on us, and he would more plans for Jay. It was a much higher fee to have exclusive use of a boy's hole, and I had yet to meet the boy that wasn't improved with the seed of several men soaking into him. I reached down and played with Jay's dick. The boy had a nice dick, a good length plus a thick, meaty shaft. He was still hard and was still dripping pre-cum. It made my own cock throb to think how turned-on Jay was, and how much he deserved several more loads in him. I would have to cum soon if I wanted one of those to be a second one from me. "Oh fuck Jay," I grunted, as he started to ride my cock, practically milking me for every drop of pre-cum I could give him. "Fucking ride that goddamn cock." "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the patio door slide open. But I didn't care; Edward threw these parties specifically for us to bareback whoever we wanted and get to breed their holes. Nailing an innocent neg boy on the balcony was not just tolerated, it was expected. "Oh hell yes," he grunted. He had either not seen what I had, or had ignored it. I pushed my dick against his hips, forcing myself deep into him. I held it there, just long enough to feel the familiar, wonderful tingle of an impending orgasm. Jay instinctively knew what to do, and began to rock to and fro on my dick, massaging me to the very edge of orgasm. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is fucking amazing." I stopped trying to hold back any longer. He was practically begging me to cum into him. He didn't care that I was poz. Or, rather, I knew he wouldn't care. He was high on G and his ass would be hungry like never before. The GHB had activated pathways of pleasure that had never been triggered before, and Jay was reveling in the infinitely familiar yet profoundly new sensations. He moaned, "Oh fuck. Give it to me please!" "Oh hell yeah," I grunted. "Oh Hell YEAH!" I turned my head to one side for a second, and I saw Aiden standing just behind Jay, where the young man couldn't see. He smiled at me and gave me a two-thumbs-up sign. Any lingering doubt about permission was erased; Jay's pimp had just given me clearance to seed the young man's hole. Now, all that mattered was getting off and filling Jay with my toxic seed. "Come on, Rod," Jay grunted, "Come on. Give me all of it." The tingle of orgasm had grown, and I was only seconds away from exploding in his ass for the second time tonight. In the quest to infect a boy, depth of seeding was important, as was the virulence and potency of the seed. But nothing really made up for sheer quantity. The more toxic seed I pumped into the whore-boy, the better his chances of getting infected. I pushed my dick as deep as I could and let my animal instincts take over. My balls pulled up, tightened, and a spurt of semen started to barrel down the length of my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH," I grunted, almost loud enough to penetrate the windows of the rooms around me. I didn't care. I was breeding a hot young stud, filling him with my pozcum, and there was nothing between us to protect him. "OH HELL YEAH," I repeated. A second spurt of cum shot down the length of my dick, and deep into Jay's hungry hole. "Oh god," Jay mumbled. "It feels so good." He was having trouble processing all the sensations that were colliding: his first time on GHB, the first night with another man, and certainly the first time getting fucked using cum as a lube. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't able to say much. It didn't matter. My dick was still dribbling my virulent seed into the boy, which was only making the feelings more intense. "I don't want to stop. "Oh yeah," I said. The initial intensity of the orgasm had been expended in launching my seed deep into Jay's ass. The furious urgency had been dealt with, and it was time to focus on my dick. I was rubbing my shaft against every inch of Jay's ass, and working my slime into the boy. "Oh fuck, this is nice," I said. "Hell yeah," Jay said. "It's so warm. So comfortable inside me." "It feels so good. How hot your hole is. How wet you are." "It's fucking hot." Jay relaxed his legs a bit, which only pushed my dick a bit further into him. "So hard." "And so deep," I said. "Nice show men," a voice suddenly said. "A very nice show." It was a new voice, one that had not been with us before. I turned to the side, and there was Aiden, less than an arm's breadth from us. Jay also turned to the sound of Aiden's voice. He turned so fast that my dick nearly fell out of him; only me holding onto his waist avoided that fate. "Oh fuck," he said, the tone was one of fear and uncertainty. "I'm sorry, man. I'm so fucking sorry." "What are you sorry for, Jay?" Aiden asked. He was now just wearing a pair of boxers, the light blue fabric was nearly a perfect match to his eyes. "I mean. Me. Your friend. This," Jay stammered. His asshole was clenched tight around my shaft; he might have been embarrassed by being discovered mid-fuck, but he wasn't going to give up my pole. "This is exactly how I had hoped it would turn out. You men enjoying each other. Each other's bodies." He turned to me. "How's it for you?" he asked. "Fucking amazing," I said. "That's what I like to hear," Aiden said. "Seems like you boys are getting along just fine. But you may want to join the party soon. Our friend Tina just showed up, and I'm sure Jay would enjoy meeting her." "I'm sure he would," I said. "Nor would I mind hanging out with her a bit." Jay looked confused, but I didn't care. I'd explain a bit later what Tina was, and show him just how good it could make him feel. "I'll leave you boys alone. Seems like you don't need much help having fun." "See you in a bit," I said. Jay was still clenched around my dick, not yet ready to give it up. I'd have to ease him into the idea of going back to the party. The one carrot I could dangle for him was the promise that he'd be fucked some more. "You want to take a break?" I asked. "See what the party's like?" "I just," he stammered. "I just like this so much." "I know," I said. "And there's plenty more time for this. Time to do it with me, if you want." He nodded. "I guess." He rocked back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the two loads squish back and forth. "Do you need to get off? I mean, do you want to cum?" I reached down and played with his cock. He was still hard and there was more pre-cum at the tip. I licked the pre-cum off my finger, savoring the sweet, innocent flavor. It was going to be one of the last times Jay could claim "innocent" as a description. The gathered guests would be hungry for a fresh piece of ass like Jay. "I already came," I said. "Twice." "Fuck," Jay said. He was quiet, but his ass stayed wrapped around my dick. "Fuck," he repeated. "I've never even cum in a girl's mouth." "And now you've got two loads from me in your ass." "I know," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my cock. "Two loads. Inside me." His dick was hard in my hand. He was still trying to fathom what I had just told him, and what it meant for his future. "Fuck man." "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah," he grunted, almost more an animal sound than a human voice. "I am," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my shaft, stimulating my dick and almost daring me to cum a third time. "Really good." "Let's go inside," I said. "I think you're going to enjoy this party. I think you're going to enjoy it a lot." "This is already been amazing," he said. I gently lifted him off my shaft. It came out clean and glossy, slicked down by my cum. "It's just," "Not what you expected?" I asked. He was a stranger in a very strange land indeed now, and I had to remember that. Jay was learning the norms of how men had sex, and it would be a many more nights like this before he had the same instincts as I did. "Yeah," Jay said. He leaned in and kissed me. "But, so hot. You inside me." "My load in you." "Two of your loads in me."

If I knew now years ago, how hard it is for a negative guy (especially a circumcised one like myself) to catch HIV from fucking raw, I would have been a lot more wild and promiscuous. So many of my friends on here are negative even after YEARS of steady raw playing. They, unlike me have no issues with eventually turning poz. I became a quasi-recluse, although jealous guys would cock-block me to their friends as 'oh I don't know... he fucks EVERYBODY!' You can't win. And if you can't win, join them! But sero-conversion was never intended nor desired; but that awkward sex with rubbers ALWAYS killed the moment for me! So I settled for 'cutting down the numbers' and having less sex, with fewer guys. But with the few I did, always bareback and feeling guilty afterwards... what BS all that was! 'IT HAPPENED' when I least expected it; in one of my serial relationships with a seemingly innocent twink who was unaware he was poz, HVL and then one day had issues with bleeding gums... long story short: I'm still with him ten years later and we FINALLY play wild, but both undetectable. In retrospect I deprived myself of AT LEAST 90% of all fun that was available to me in the 'fear-and-loathing-days' of 'vanilla-safer-sex' and all that BS. Now with both of us being undetectable, I catch myself once again still not not fully 'going with the flow'... avoiding self-declared 'negative' guys who for all I know are full of it... which might explain why a boldly and proudly-promiscuous guy or one who has a bio-hazard tattoo is now the ultimate fantasy-in-the-flesh!

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

The couple of times i have had an std, anal gonorrhea and anal chlamydia, i waited to start antibiotics until i knew i was going to be away or not have the opportunity to fuck for the week. Both times i told the guys i knew who had been bb me and both times one of them wanted to breed me before i got rid of it. He said he would probably have it anyway so he would just go get ab for it so why not fuck me before as it didn't really matter.

The angel of death had wrapped me in his wings and had buried his golden dick inside my ass. My trip to Cuba had been like the Wild Kingdom - smuggled over the sea in a cargo ship, bribed my way in, hidden in the back of a truck, taken to some building where I was drugged up like a zombie and laid on the altar as a sacrifice during some crazy Santeria ritual that was more bestiary than AirBnB. How I made it back to the states I don’t really know, as I was zombied out the entire way except for a brief moment when Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, kneeled by my head, rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” My eyelids felt like they were weighted down, but with great effort I was able to make a small slit and turn my head. I moaned. I ached and hurt all over. Where was I? It took several minutes and focused exertion, but finally I was able to roll over and see my surroundings. I was back in the monk cell room where I had been taken the first day I met Father Adelmo. A short time later the door unlocked, opened, and one of the twinks dressed in crisp whites cautiously entered. His face looked like he expected to find a bear coming out of hibernation or something. I could not understand what he might be afraid of and when I tried to speak, nothing came out but dry, raspy, gasps. The twink gently set a large tray on the side chair, helped me sit up, then eased a glass of water to my cracked lips. I spilled more than I drank, but it tasted good. Then he held up a small plate filled with white lines of powder. I snorted one - then another - the burn helping to sweep away the cobwebs that had filled my head. “How long have I been back?” I asked. “Where is Bob - I mean Brother Roberto? Where is Father Adelmo? Did...did…?” The twink just shook his head, looking even more fearful. “I am sorry,” he said, “They have said you must remain in here and wait for...for HIM to come to you. That until the time is right, you must remain here.” What the fuck? I peppered him with more questions and after the fifth, “I don’t know,” I gave up, snatched the plate, and snorted some more. The twink then began uncovering some plates of food, and went into the small bathroom to run water from the tap into a tiny, golden vase that held a single white rose. Seeing he was focused on that, I stood up, took a few stumbling steps, made it to the door and yanked it open. My egress was blocked by one of the damn Brother Robertos who just glowered, pushed me back, and slammed the door. OK, point made. Sitting back on the edge of the bed I started to run my hands over my body. I felt sore, odd, displaced and the memories of Cuba all came rushing back. Did I get infected with the CRF19 virus? What had happened to me then? What had happened since? The twink kneeled on the floor, held out a plate of scrambled eggs and a fork that he had jabbed a few bits on, “Father says you must eat.” I snarled, “I can feed myself, thanks.” I barely had four bites of eggs before my stomach revolted and I heaved. The twink was prepared and had a small porcelain bowl in hand that I spewed the eggs into. “Father said this may happen. Take your time. It’s OK,” he assured me. Several minutes later I tried again and was able to keep them down with some effort. Satisfied, the twink said, “Here, let me help you into the bathroom so I can get you cleaned up.” “Jesus fuck!” I said as I leaned on the sink to steady myself and saw my reflection in the mirror. My face and body were bruised, swollen, there were large cuts like claw marks in various stages of scabbing on my chest and sides. I leaned closer and gently touched the large marks on my shoulder by my neck. No can’t be - but they looked like multiple sets of bite marks and far too large to be made by a man. No, what happened in Cuba was all a dream, an effect of being high; shit I imagined right? That’s what I kept telling myself as the twink gently sponge bathed me. He was drying me off when we heard the door open. We both turned and in came Bob. “Well, it’s about fucking time,” I said, “Why the fuck I am locked in here and why…” I stopped. Bob was holding a golden cup and while he never said much at all, that would have been about the time I expected him to cuff my head. Yet, he just stood there and then there were two more Brothers beside him. This can’t be good. I edged back, they came forward, and one Brother grabbed my right arm and twisted, the other my left. The twink huddled in the corner as Bob stepped in front of me, held the cup up, closed his eyes and mouthed a silent prayer. He then held the cup towards my lips and I could smell it. That same sour yogurt shit they made me drink in Cuba that turned me into a petrified log. No fucking way! I struggled, the Brother’s easily held me steady as Bob used his left hand to press my head against the wall and his right to pour the milky contents into my throat. I could have spit it out, but what was the point? Because it dawned on me, if they were drugging me up again, maybe that meant more dick, and more dick meant more virus. THE ROOM SPUN, MY BODY FLOATED, I WAS CARRIED ON THE WIND… A BEAST WITH HORNS AND GREAT, LONG FANGS WAS OVER MY BODY, IT’S SALIVA DRIPPING LIKE ACID ONTO MY FLESH… TALONS RAKED MY SKIN AND PIERCED MY FLESH AS I WAS HELD DOWN LIKE CARRION AND ASSAULTED BY A VICIOUS RAPTOR… GOLDEN SPIKES TORE MY ASS OPEN AND MINED MY INSIDES BLOODY AS I WAS POUNDED DEEPER AND DEEPER… THE LAVA POURED FORTH FROM THE VULCAN GOD OF FIRE, EXTINGUISHING THE LIFE FORCE I HAD TRIED TO HOLD TIGHT… THE CHANTING ROSE IN RHYTHMIC PRAISE AROUND ME, TETHERING ME TO THIS WORLD, TETHERING ME TO THE ALTAR OF SACRIFICE… I COULD TASTE HIS BODY - AND HE MINE - WE WERE ONE. I was lying on my stomach as I opened my eyes. The grunts and moans of pleasure from the man fucking me letting me know I was being bred again. By whom I did not know, and I didn’t care, but from the pile of black clothes on the chair it was a Brother Roberto. They were taking turns raping my drugged up body. My mind was awake, but my body was still stiff and frozen from the zombie drug. The inside of my ass was awake too and I could feel every brutal thrust, every tear in my gut lining, and every drop of man cum as they continued to fill me. That was how the next several days went. The twink would come in and feed me, bath me, Bob would show up with two of his Brother goons to make me drink the Santeria brew, then it was off to Babylon as I became the whore for the beasts - and then the whore for the Brothers Roberto. That was how the next several days went that is until the puking started, which did not stop. Until the fever hit me, which did not abate. Until the sweats overtook me and the shaking was so bad I could not stand. At the height of my sickness, Father Adelmo appeared, along with the golden skull - or maybe it was all a delusion - yet I was sure the Father had fucked me. I had felt the thick, braided cord of his golden beads as he had wrapped them tightly around my neck and then his holy prayers as he squeezed his hands tight and seeded my ass. I was his lamb. The golden skull had watched and smiled even, then he too was inside me - stretching me wider, digging me deeper, flooding me fuller. Over and over he bred me while I was nothing more than a flop doll - a sick sack of wilted flesh that he used. It seemed to never end and he was always there, always fucking me, always scorching my insides with his toxic cum. The hushed and whispered voices sounded real. I unclenched my fist; the blanket felt real. I opened my right eye; the lights, shadows, forms and shapes seemed real. I groaned. That was real too. A warm hand took my chin and turned my head a bit to the side, “Transmutation,” Father Adelmo said. His face was now close to mine. He was smiling as he repeated the word, “Transmutation. The lamb has been slaughtered and returns as a gift for my children. Rest now. Rest.” I drifted back off not knowing what he meant. The next two days the twink was back feeding me, cleaning me, keeping me company. I felt fine, better than fine even. Yet one thing had not changed, I was still locked up in that damn monk cell. This time, Bob did not stop by. No one did. The only person I saw for two days was the twink who continued to be a source of frustration with how little he knew, or could or would say. On the third day I was woken up by the twink and a large golden platter full of white powder. I quickly snorted a few lines and wanted more. I wanted to get fucked too. My insides were crawling and twisting and I needed some dick bad. I asked the twink for some food and he shook his head and said, “Not today. Today is Easter and today is THE day.” Whatever the fuck that meant. So I spent the following hours snorting lines, talking to myself since the twink was a worthless conversationalist, and pacing back and forth in my little cell. In the late afternoon there was a loud knocking on the door and the twink jumped up and said, “Come, we must get you cleaned up and ready.” Ready for what? I got no answers so as he washed me, oiled me like a roasted pig, and made me presentable, I cleaned the plate of white powder. Finally, as dusk began to descend on Miami, the door opened and in came Bob and two of his Brothers Roberto. The Brothers - Bob included - were dressed in their usual black, but today, Bob had large, golden chains hanging around his neck that were jeweled and layered. The other Brothers had large, red silk sashes wrapped around their waists that were intricately embroidered with heavy, gold thread depicting images I could not quite make out. My curiosity grew as the Brothers parted, a twink I had not seen before walked in carrying a pile of white cloth, also heavily embroidered in gold. He gently draped it on the bed, bowed towards me and backed out of the room. I was really confused. Bob stepped behind me and raised my arms up and out. The two Brothers then took the white, embroider cloth and draped it over my shoulders and arms. Layer upon layer of white silk with heavy golden threads caressed my naked body and I wondered to myself, “Why are they dressing me up like Cleopatra or some shit?” I started to ask, but Bob cuffed my head and I turned and glared and he just smiled. Smart ass. I held up the silk and looked more closely at the designs - the stitching created the affect of wings and more - like I was an angel. There was a loud knock on the door. Bob stood in front of me, looked me up and down, did a quick tuck of a bit of hair on my head that was not in place to his liking, then as the two Brothers left the room, Bob set my right hand on his left arm and escorted me out of my cell. You might think I would be embarrassed being naked with nothing but some fancy bed sheet over me, but no. All these guys had fucked me - repeatedly - and the white powder I snorted made me not give a fuck about anything, so hell, I was going along for the ride. We made our way through some of the Father’s elaborate rooms, and towards his chapel. The sounds of rhythmic chanting filled the air, as did the smoke of incense and candles. We entered the chapel and I halted. There was Father Adelmo dressed in robes of gold brocade with jewels on each finger, a miter hat, chains of gold - the embodiment of a prince of the church. On one side of the chapel were the Brothers Roberto all dressed in black with the same red sashes around their waists. Why were there so many? There must have been 15 or 20. I thought there was maybe seven or eight. The other side of the chapel was lined with rows of twinks in their crisp whites. They too had on sashes, but their’s were white with gold embroidery. The two Brothers entered first and stood just to the side and were followed by Bob and I. Bob escorted me to the right of Father Adelmo, who smiled and nodded at me. I smiled back then my ass twitched as I looked at his hard, throbbing dick and the gold cock ring he wore. Fuck! The chanting of the Brothers and twinks continued and as it reached a crescendo, Father Adelmo held out his arms, palms up, towards the far door. The doors opened, two twinks in white came out, followed by a third who carried a large, red silk pillow with something golden and long placed in the middle of it. Suddenly all sound in the room ceased except for the soft crackling of the fire consuming the candlewicks. I turned towards the door and gasped - there was the golden skull! The man standing in the door was dressed like me in flowing layers of silk, but unlike the white I had on his, his were blood red. The fantastical designs embroidered in gold on his robe were of beasts of various shapes and sizes, all with massive dicks protruding from their bodies. I looked at the man again as he walked towards us, his skin a golden, brown hue, his hair black and wavy. His face - well his face was hidden behind the mask - a mask of pure gold in the shape of a skull - this was my El Dorado. This must be the man who had fucked me in Cuba. This must be the man who had fucked me on the boat back. This must be the man/beast that had been fucking me while I was sick. El Dorado confidently walked towards us and stood to the left of Father Adelmo. His blood red robes made him appear larger than he was, for while he was taller than me, I could see his ribs where the cloth parted, but that’s not what I focused on. I inhaled sharply as I looked at his dick. Fuck it was a good 9-inches and appeared mostly soft, yet that quickly changed as he turned his golden skull face towards me and his dick began to grow and lengthen to its full brutal potential. Father Adelmo started speaking - fuck I wish I knew Spanish - so I have no idea what was being said, but Bob escorted me over to stand directly in front of Father Adelmo. El Dorado then stepped up beside me and took Bob’s place, grabbing my shaking hand with his and sending sparks of desire and need shooting through my body. The congregants replied in affirmation and holy ecstasy to whatever Father Adelmo had said. The Father’s dick was drooling precum and I leaned forward and glanced down and saw El Dorado’s dick was too. I wanted to gnaw on his foreskin, lick him clean, and feel him inside me! Bob was on my left and grabbed my hand as the Brothers who had escorted us in pulled the white silk draping my body off me and stepped back. I turned and looked as I watched the two twinks who had come in with El Dorado do the same to him. The third, the one who had been carrying the large, red pillow, had stepped forward and was holding aloft the long, golden, item that had nestled in its silken folds. It was a cock sheath. A metal cock sheath. A golden, metal cock sheath, with fine mesh loops that formed the perfect replica of a gigantic dick. Bob squeezed my hand as I watched the twink kneel, gently slide it up and over El Dorado’s now pulsing shaft, then step behind him as he tied the golden cords together to hold it firmly in place. Father Adelmo stepped off the raised dais, held a golden chalice up on front of me and said, “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” I sniffed at the cup. Fuck that zombie shit again! My dick and ass are programmed though as no sooner do I smell the pungent odor than my dick stiffens, my hole pulses, and my ass pussy starts wetting itself. I take a sip, then a gulp, and then empty the entire chalice. I pat my mouth with the back of my hand as Father Adelmo smiles, steps to the side, and holds his left arm out in the direction of the dais. There, I can now see in full the altar is covered in white silk - the site of my sacrifice and funeral pyre like I am about to become a martyr or saint. I start to crumble as the drink kicks in, but the Brothers catch me under my arms, help me forward, then raised and lifted me and laid me on my back on the altar. Bob stands behind my head with his hands reassuringly on my shoulders. One Brother grabs my right ankle and lifts it up, the other my left. My asshole is open, exposed, waiting. My eyes follow Father Adelmo as he circles the altar I am laying on three times with El Dorado in tow. El Dorado has added his voice to the Father’s as together their chant sets the stage for the next act. The Father stops between my raised legs, looks at me, and smiles. He steps away and El Dorado takes his place, his skull mask now seeming to shift, move, and change from man - to beast - to horned demon - and back. As before when I took the zombie drink, my body is completely immobile, yet inside, my ass can still feel. I would have screamed if I could have when El Dorado pushed his golden, metal covered dick inside me. EL DORADO’S GOLDEN, CRF19 INFECTED DICK SKINNED ME ALIVE. HE PULLED OUT AND STEPPED BACK AND A BROTHER ROBERTO ENTERED MY ASS AND COMPLETED SEVERAL LONG STROKES. HE LOOKED DOWN AS HE WITHDREW HIS DICK, THEN STEPPED OUT OF SIGHT, TO BE REPLACED BY ANOTHER BROTHER. SEVERAL LONG STROKES AND THE BROTHER LOOKED DOWN AS HE WITHDREW HIS DICK, THEN STEPPED OUT OF SIGHT. EL DORADO STEPPED UP AGAIN AND THIS TIME HE WENT DEEPER, HIS BEASTIAL CLAWS GOUGING MY INNARDS AND WHEN HE WITHDREW I KNEW THE WHITE ALTAR COVERING WAS STAINED EVEN MORE. ANOTHER BROTHER ENTERED ME AND AS HE STROKED I COULD HEAR OTHER SOUNDS FROM THE ROOM. CRIES OF PAIN, BUT THEY WERE NOT MINE. I THEN THOUGHT I UNDERSTOOD - THE BROTHERS WERE COATING THEIR DICK IN ME, THEN FUCKING THE TWINKS. ON THE OTHER HAND, I WAS DRUGGED OUT ON ZOMBIE JUICE SO MAYBE IT WAS ONLY A FLY BUZZING BY MY HEAD AND I IMAGINED IT ALL. All the Brothers entered me, but only after El Dorado had prepped my hole with his golden meshed dick. Each of his strokes were etched in what had been the white covering of the altar, but that in my mind’s eye I saw now was stained like the fires of Hell. Bob was the last Brother to enter me and when he did there was something in his eyes - compassion? Desire? Loss? No sooner had El Dorado reprepped my hole than Father Adelmo was there, his golden robes gone, his naked chest glistening in sweat as he pummeled me and then exclaimed in holy ecstasy as he seeded me. Once the Father pulled out, El Dorado was back and this time with a vengeance. Golden claws pierced my flesh, spiked horns grew from his skull, and as El Dorado infected me anew with the CRF19 viral plague, he threw his head back and bellowed like the beast of Hell that he was. - The End - (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me. Randy and Seth each grabbed an arm while two guys I didn't know grabbed my legs. I was carried out of the room, down the hall and into another (much larger) room and placed in the sling. My wrist and ankles were placed in restraints that were attached to the chains of the sling, I was not going anywhere. Then one of the guys that had my legs got between my legs and shoved his cock inside my hole. I then had Seth and Randy on either side of me placing a piece of rubber on both biceps. They each had a syringe in hand and after wiping each arm with alcohol stuck me with the needle. I watched as each point was emptied into my vein. The bands were removed from my arms, I felt a strong need to cough as I felt my heart begin to race. I then heard a loud ringing in my ears and couldn't see clearly. All I felt was a hunger in my hole. It was at this point I lost track of time. I wasn't sure how many guys fucked me until I started to come down. I didn't even know what day it was or how long I had been at the bathhouse. All I knew was that I was still with Seth and Randy. I later found out I had been in the bathhouse for 2 days, had been fucked by every guy in the place and taken somewhere near 60 loads. It was Monday morning as Seth and Randy helped me get dressed. When I got home I found there information in my pocket with a link to their profiles and one to video that was shot while I was in the sling. I almost got sick to my stomach when I read on their BBRT profiles that they were HIV+. When I watched the video I got turned on and hard as steel. I'll never forget getting more then I bargained for on my first trip to the baths.

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.

What a hot experience, really turned me on. Perfectly understand your wish not to know who the guy fucking you were. Makes it sort of more interesting that you will never know anything at all about this fellow ... apart of course from the fact, that his cock and your ass were a perfect match

After I'm clean up Joey take me to get something to eat in the kitchen. I ask where Sam & Lenny are , Joey says they are away for 5 days. I sit there looking at Joey and his hot body and say to my self could I be this lucky. We start to talk as to what will happen to me , He says soon I will have the family POZ blood running through my body just like him. They will Monitor my health and if need be put my on meds. Joey says he is on meds and is shooting blank seed and that Sam & Lenny went off meds to knock me up. I ask when will we know when I'm knock up , he laughs and says we will know very soon when I get the fuck flu. Sam says to me that I will get the same body mods like him, PA , nipple ring right side ,Guiche piercing, nose ring with a unremovable steel ring around my neck that will be wielded. Joey says to me that I will be just like him and will be working for Sam & Lenny at we do best. We go out side to the pool and take dip , when we get out I can take my eyes off Joey and my dick is as hard as a rock and Joey puts me on the massage table and pours warm oil over me and starts to rub it in. All I can think about how much I would like to fuck Joey right now. When he turns me over he puts his tongue just on the head and I'm about to cum as I see pre cum coming out. I can feel his fingers in my ass as he now goes all the way down and I explode. Joey comes over to my face and kisses me and spits my load back into my mouth, he say my cum is not worth swallowing as it still is negative cum is worthless. After 5 day of just laying around and playing around Sam & Lenny come home as planed. They take me to a room I have not been in, it's just like an operating room everything spotless clean with very bright lights. Sam says we normally do this after you are converted into the family but they want me to know that as of now I am even before they know their seed has taken. They will be giving the same body piercing as I have seen on Joey and tomorrow the wielder will be over to put the metal ring around my neck. The piercing of the Guiche was not bad nor was the Prince Albert but the nose and nipple ring was off the charts for pain. Glad I only received one nipple ring. A few hours when I went to pee did that BURN and was pain full and Sam kept tell me to drink lots of water to keep it clean. In the following weeks Sam & Lenny were breeding me and slamming me with lots of Tina and G. Im at the point where I'm willing to do anything for a slam, booty bumps. Being fuck for hours with non stop fucking , sucking dick is how I want to live my life now. About 6 weeks later after my first breeding session with Sam & Lenny I woke up not feeling well. I went to Sam and he said to just stay in bed for now. Sam & Joey come to see me later , I tell them I have sore throat very tried Sam feel my head and say you are running a fever and gives me a thermometer to see how high its 102. Sam says either you have very bad cold or your body is being converted over to our family. We will wait a till this cold passes and do a few test. For 10 days I laid in bed till this cold broke , I could not eat much was sweating all the time and just want to know what was wrong. Sam, Lenny & Joey waited on me and took very good care of me Sam would check in on me 4 to 6 times a day. Went I started to get out of bed Joey was there to help me take a shower as the fever had broken and my body was not aching with pain. I got on the scale as I saw what I look like in the mirror and I did not to good. I went onto the scale and saw I was at 105lb. SHIT as I was 120lb. Before I get out of the shower and Sam wants to take some test. The first one takes 20 minutes the other one he draws some blood and does some test in his office and comes back and says you and now a full blood member of the family. He says my number say I'm highly toxic and in a few weeks when I get my strength back we will go out have find some bug chasers who would want to be seeded.

********* Hope you enjoyed it lads. Feedback would be very welcome. And anyone based in London who wants to take control of me like that, give me a shout ;-) *********

Negative guys (like me) who go to baths or clubs (like me) who let complete strangers fuck them raw (like me) can't complain about the consequences of their actions. For some of us, the addiction to raw cock is so powerful that we'd do anything to get a hard breeding session.