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Hello, I've been reading fiction on here for several months now and have been discovering what is for me a whole new turn on. This is my first attempt at writing a poz story and would like to state that most of it is fiction with some inspirations from reality. I look forward to your comments, please don't hesitate to share your remarks, thoughts and constructive criticism. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I met him on Grindr. It was late in the night and I was horny and talkative which made me prone to telling strangers things I usually keep to myself until I know the person a little better. His name was Maxime. Like me, he was in his early twenties. He had a muscular build and a very attractive look on his face. He was wearing joggers and a t-shirt and a pair of black Adidas Y-3 Kaiwa sneakers in his profile picture which was an immediate turn on for me. He had started the conversation pretty casually with a quick "hey, what's up" but then it had quickly evolved into dirty sex talk with him asking what I was into and my horny trusting self answering his questions and giving up information which, as I just mentioned, I usually withhold until later. And so I told him all about how I like being forced or seduced into submission, how I liked sneakers and the manly scent they emitted. After a while he answered that he loved seducing and dominating guys and while sneakers weren't really his thing he didn't mind implementing them into his domination routine for me. I was already rock hard and reading those words made me even more so. That is when he sent the following: "Well, I'm tired so I'll be going to bed now, but I'll leave you with a little present ;)". The message was followed by a few close-up pics of his Adidas Y-3 sneakers. Then he went offline. Five minutes later I was in bed, masturbating to the pics he'd sent me and imagining him fucking me mercilessly while holding a sneaker pressed against my face. If only I had known back then what I was getting myself into. The following day we talked some more and he ended up sending me a link to his Facebook profile. I added him and we continued our conversation there. I decided to take a little stroll through his photos while he was telling me how he'd like to meet, have some fun, how he'd like to hold me in his arms and force me onto his bed... His words combined with his Facebook profile being filled with pic after pic of his muscular body, at the beach, in the gym, etc, got me hard and horny again. That's when I saw something strange in his photos. There was a picture of a what looked like maybe a white lab coat (he was a fashion student, go figure) on it was drawn, presumably by him, a very muscular male with a Mickey Mouse head and a gigantic, veiny cock. And coming out of the cock was a heart inside which were written the words "AIDS Forever". I couldn't quite understand what it meant. I was just about to ask him but as I opened the Facebook conversation a pic was waiting for me. His muscular legs in gym shorts with a clear view on his Adidas Y-3 sneakers and the message "Just came home from the gym. Been training all morning and those babies are quite sweaty inside. I think you'll love the smell ;)" At that moment I felt harder than I'd ever been before, forgetting all about what I wanted to ask him. His next message came in: "wanna come over?". And then his address. 20 minutes by bus from where I lived. I was ready to leave home 30 minutes later. 30 more and I was in front of the address he'd given me. I rang the doorbell and soon the door opened. He looked even better than in his pictures. He was a bit taller than me and had a warm smile on his face. We said hello and then a powerful arm was around my shoulders, gently but firmly pulling me inside the house. I was feeling completely hypnotized by him. His presence, the manly scent of a guy who'd just come home from the gym, his beautiful, deep voice, the way he looked deep into my eyes. We were sitting on his couch having a casual talk... which quickly evolved into casual making out and before I knew it his muscular arms lifted me from the couch and carried me to his bedroom. All the way he was carrying me he was looking me in the eyes, the most beautiful smile on his face. All I could do was smile back. "Shhush, baby, we're going to have some great fun" he said gently and he laid me onto his bed. Next thing I knew I was naked and he had stripped his sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving only his boxers and those sexy Adidas Y-3 sneakers on. Then he removed his boxers to reveal the largest cock I'd ever seen. Long and veiny. And then I remembered the picture I'd seen earlier on his Facebook profile. I sat up on the bed and said: "Hey, I saw this strange pic on your Facebook this morning", I said, looking up at him. "Oh yeah, which one, baby?" "Well there was this Mickey Mouse with a big cock and out of it..." He interrupted before I could finish. "Oh... you mean that." He caught my gaze with his beautiful eyes, and with a gentle smile on his lips he continued: "It's because I am poz." "Poz?", I asked, "As in HIV positive?" "Yeah. But don't let it bother you." I was still caught in his gaze, rock hard. "Let's just have some fun." Then he started kissing me before I could answer him. "Can't you just use a condom?" I asked when we finally broke the kiss. "No." "I really like you but I don't wanna get infec..." My protest was met by his warm sneaker as he pressed it, gently and firmly, against my face covering my nose and mouth. All I could do was inhale his manly scent and moan. He hadn't been lying when he'd said they were sweaty and smelly. As the heavenly, warm, masculine scent was assaulting my nostrils I felt his breath in my ear. "Shuuush, relax, baby. Don't worry, we don't have to do anything risky. Just relax and enjoy what you came here for. I've been getting them nice and stinky all morning in the gym just for you." After saying those words he started gently and slowly maneuvering me, getting me laying on my belly on his bed, face buried in his sweaty sneaker breathing deeply and moaning every time I exhaled. He then laid on top of me and before I could think anything of it his warm breath was once again in my ear: "Shush, it's ok, baby. Do you like my smell? Yeah, that's it, just relax and keep inhaling my smell." I was so horny and turned on by everything he did and said and by the smell I couldn't stop myself from breathing that I barely noticed his cock-head gently starting caressing my hole. "Shuush, shuuush." He continued to coo in my ear as his muscular body started to rub against mine in a gentle and rhythmic fashion. Soon it wasn't just caressing my hole - now the cock-head was starting to gently push against my hole, demanding entry. "Just relax and open yourself to me baby." Was all the motivation my body needed to relax and let him enter me. With slow thrusts he penetrated deeper and deeper into me until his full length was inside me. That's when he stopped and his breath was back at my ear. "I am deep inside you now baby. My poz cock is buried deep inside you. Unprotected. Every thrust has been peeling away the fragile defenses of your gut. Once I cum in you I'll infect you." He said those words in a warm, tender voice but it was enough to finally bring me back to reality. I didn't want to get infected. I didn't want to get AIDS. I didn't... Before I could finish that thought his hand found my own rock hard cock under me and squeezed. This time his voice was powerful and dominant, no longer whispering. "Breathe." And I did. I breathed in the sweaty smell of his sneakers as the thrusting resumed, this time faster, more fervent. "Breathe in the smell of the man who is about to infect you with AIDS. Relax like the good boy you are and breathe in deeply." There was nothing I could do but obey. I had revealed my turn-ons to him and now he was using them against me. I didn't have the strength to fight him. "That Facebook pic you were worried about. Don't worry. It says AIDS Forever in the heart because AIDS is love. I am about to give you my love." He was starting to grunt as he was talking now. "My love you will carry with you forever. Ahh, yeah, breathe in my foot-sweat as I infect you!" With that I felt a warmth spread somewhere deep inside of me and knew he had infected me. He collapsed on top of me and continued fucking me, slowly and gently, massaging his seed into my gut with his still hard cock, making sure not a drop would be wasted. I was vaguely aware that I lay in a pool of my own cum, I didn't know when I had orgasmed. We soon drifted to sleep. I woke up several hours later. Silently collected my clothes, got dressed and left. Two weeks later I had a severe case of flu. A month later I went for a blood test and tested POZ. His name is Maxime and his love will forever be inside me.

PART 16 After we had caught our breath, we untangled ourselves and i got up on wobbly legs to try to find my clothes. The day had been hotter than anything i could have imagined but now i was starting to have that guilty voice in my head, not to mention my hole was wrecked and my legs felt like jello. I think being more experienced, they had seen young conflicted guys like me before. They were both extremely nice and almost gentle in the way they helped me ease out of the room. Ron insisted on giving me his phone number, which was approved by my original Top man. He seemed happy even that Ron and i had so obviously liked each other. I got back to my place and slipped into my bedroom and stripped off, planning to shower. But as i laid down and stretched out, part of me was enjoying my current state. The mix of man sweat and ass and cum and lube was making me relive the entire day. I was very aware that i had two different men’s semen inside me. HIV positive semen. And now not just from one guy, but two guys. And now here i was hard again just from thinking about it. And when i gently fingered my cummy hole, it just made me regret having left. What was i going to do? It was like i couldn’t control it, like i needed it. Getting fucked had unlocked something inside me. And taking it raw, there was something about it that made such a difference. Something about knowing it was skin on skin, that another man was in me with no barrier, and that i was giving him my hole to cum in. That magical moment was always the thing that replayed in my head, the moment when they would cum inside me. I loved all of it, but there was something about just knowing i was giving them the opportunity to cum in me, and that they wanted to, and that something made me want it so bad. So bad that even if they were HIV positive, i was gonna beg for it anyways. Admitting that to myself made me feel gulilty and it also made me rock hard. The turn on of it all won out though. It won out every time i got fucked and even now in my room as i jerked off. I jerked off thhinking about Ron giving me another fucking. And after i was a little uncomfortable that the hiv part had played big in my fantasy. I decided to sleep in my cummy mess and wait til tomorrow to wash their scent off of me. And i was already thinking to myself if tomorrow would be too early to call Ron, even as his fresh cum was still soaking into my guts.

Sensory overload! last night was pretty amazing, my boy prepped me up all day and right before the guys showed up, I was put in the sling, locked in chastity, blindfolded and with the noise cancelation headphones with loud music playing, making sure I wouldn’t be able to see , hear or touch my cock. Then I waited. I had no idea how many are coming or how long this session will take. must have been a solid 20min or so but I couldn’t really tell before I felt a someone touch me I was soon having a cock presented for me to suck and before I knew it someone began pounding my pussy too. I was prelubed with 3 loads of my bf cum and loosened by a plug but still, a massive cock was balls deep in me and started pounding me HARD. this went on for hours (found our later it was almost 6 hours) and my boy told me he initially invited 6 guys but 9 showed up (some brought their partner or friends) but he refused to tell me which of our friends used me They did an amazing job rough fucking my pussy, including DP which is one of my favorite position, drank loads of piss (my boy instructed them that all cum must be deposited up my hole) and thrown around our play room like a rag doll to be fucked when they all left I was left on the mattress for a while, still blindfolded and with the headphones while my boy prepared the jacuzzi for us and cleaned a bit I was exhausted and when he finally released me we made out a bit and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and how well I took it and when he finally took of the chastity I was shocked to see how much cum I was oozing during the session while I was having intense anal orgasms The my boy gently lifted my legs and began eating my ruined pussy, it was red, swollen and full of cum but what really surprised me was seeing some pink cum when I pushed some it out squatting over my bf’s face, haven’t seen blood for years, evidently this session was really rough ? when we finally finished cleaning up and my BF deposited the last load of the night in me we both collapsed and slept like babies such an incredible night!

Part 91 - A Three Hour Tour? Ric and Frank walked around the campus for almost an hour before heading to the meeting point for their official tour. The tour was led by a pair of college students, one guy and one girl, and Ric immediately knew the guy was gay. His gaydar, which he thought was always wrong, was going off loud and clear. He looked at the other people taking the tour and all were people his own age, each with one or two parents. One was a cute guy with two dads who was obviously long past the stage where it may have embarrassed him. He seemed straight as could be, yet he thought the guy’s dads were checking him out. After the first 15 minutes, he had decided there was only one other gay guy in their group and one possible lesbian. They walked around and got the history of the university, what each building was for and tons of useless trivia. They ended up in a cafeteria and each was given a card to use to pay for the meal. They sat off in a corner and ate as a group. There was some talking and when there was a lull, Ric asked where the restroom was. The male tour guide, Taylor, said he would show him. He could see several of the people smirk but Ric didn’t really care. Taylor was a little effeminate, but also seemed to be confident and outgoing. His voice wasn’t over-the-top but had a soft feminine lilt to it and his gait had a little swish to it. He was growing out of his twink stage and his face seemed to be the first to start to mature - gone was the soft baby-face skin, replaced by a seemingly dense beard that he kept shaved. Ric noticed his firm butt that filled out the khakis nicely and the slim fit polo shirt with the school logo on the chest that showed a little of his defined body. Taylor’s dark blonde hair was cut short and conservative, but you could tell he had been to a stylist not a $6.99 chain. Taylor made some idle chit-chat as they walked down the hall and he led Ric into the men’s room. They both walked up to one of the two urinals and Ric fished his cock out and started to piss right away. Taylor stood there, holding his cock out and glancing over at Ric. “Damn, they grow them big where you come from” Taylor said as he saw Ric’s cock. Ric backed up a bit so Taylor could see all of it with the heavy stream of piss coating the inside of the urinal. “Yeah, I got lucky. But it freaks guys out sometimes. They want it but can’t handle it” Ric replied with a grin. When the stream stopped, he shook it off and let the foreskin slide back over the head. Taylor was tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping up while Ric stood there holding his cock in his hand. “You want a taste?” Ric asked. Taylor swung his head around looking to see if anyone else was in the restroom and and looked back at Ric, his face was bright red and he was obviously conflicted between nervousness and lust. Ric turned and nodded at Taylor before motioning for Taylor to assume the position. Taylor kneeled down on the cold tile floor and looked at Ric’s cock closely. While it was only semi-hard, it was still longer than most of the cocks he had ever taken and it was one of the thickest, too. Taylor reached up with his long slender fingers and held Ric’s cock for a moment, looking it over. He pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head, tasting the fresh piss but not much more. He let the foreskin roll back and forced his tongue under it before he flicked his tongue back and forth and then took a quarter of Ric’s cock into his mouth. His tongue explored the cock inside his mouth and Taylor’s lips were tight around the quickly hardening shaft. Ric knew that Taylor had a lot of experience sucking cock by the way he devoured his cock. Taylor’s head bobbed and tongue flicked as he took more of Ric’s cock each time. Ric felt Taylor’s nose just start to touch his trimmed pubic hair and that seemed to be as far as Taylor could go. Ric reached around and interlocked his fingers behind Taylor’s head and let them follow the motion. Sensing that Taylor wasn’t going any deeper, he tugged and shoved his cock into Taylor’s throat and his face hard into Ric’s pubes. The door to the bathroom opened and Ric’s heart started pounding. He was holding Taylor on to his cock and his eyes were wide open. He looked back and to his relief it was one of the gay dads who had walked in. The guy stopped dead and then his jaw dropped. “Oh fuck. Uh… sorry” the dad said as he backed up against the door, holding it shut and staring at Ric and Taylor. Ric smiled and brought his finger to his mouth telling the dad to stay quiet. He started to face fuck Taylor who seemed to be cooperating. It only took a couple minutes, but Ric felt the cum start to rise from his balls. He kept fucking Taylor’s face and when the first rope of charged cum flew out, he was ramming his cock in. Ric let a few pulses go and then pulled back letting the next few spray over the inside of Taylor’s mouth. He glanced at the dad who now had his cock out and was stroking furiously. Ric shoved back in and let the last few spurts go right down Taylor’s throat. He slowly pulled back and then watched the dad shoot his cum all over the floor a good two to three feet in front of him. Taylor was gulping down the last of Ric’s cum and then licked any remnants off of Ric’s cock. “Fuck, that was hot” said the dad as he walked over to the sink and washed the cum and spit from his hands. “Yeah, I enjoyed it. How about you Taylor?” Ric asked. “Uh.. yeah. I did too” Tayler answered in an embarrassed tone. “Please don’t say anything or I’ll get fired” he added. “I never fuck and tell” Ric replied putting his cock back in his underwear and zipping up his jeans. Ric and Taylor walked back to the cafeteria not saying much until they got close and Taylor blurted out “so thats why most freshman live in the dorms here and then about half move out to apartments and half stay in the dorms the next year.” They took their seats and when everyone was done they continued the second half of the tour. At the end there was question and answer period with some of the university staff where both Ric and his dad were asking questions. Satisfied they had all they needed to know, the group dispersed and Ric and Frank headed back to their hotel. “Hey dad, I have an appointment late this afternoon. I’ll be out between 4:30 and 6:30 or so. We can go for dinner after. OK?” Ric said. “What is the meeting about? If it’s about school I should be there” Frank said with a concerned look on his face. “Well, I guess you could say it’s about financial aid, but I need to do this myself” Ric replied. He had posted a travel ad before he left on the trip and had quickly gotten a reply. Everything had been set up and all Ric needed to do was show up. He had only done a dozen escort gigs since Joe had set him up with the first one, but he liked the money and had enjoyed the sex. He didn’t have a lot of spare time to do many meetings and turned down most of them. It seemed a hung eighteen year old bareback escort was a popular option with lots of guys. Ric looked at the clock and he only had a half hour to clean up and head to his appointment. He showered and grabbed a small bag he had prepared before they left home from his suitcase. His dad still looked concerned as Ric left, but Ric knew he had to hurry to get to the Uber that was almost to the hotel. Ric got out of the car and looked over the building. It was one of those generic apartment towers that could be in any city in any country. There was a nondescript entry with glass doors and a small waiting area by the elevators. He was supposed to meet the guy outside by the door, but no one was around. He looked at his escort phone and he still had a few minutes to go. He looked up and down the street and saw a few people standing around. He walked down about 20 feet and leaned against the concrete wall that was next to the sidewalk and checked his phone again. Just as Ric looked up, a guy who was a few years older than him walked by and stopped at the walkway up to the apartment building. He looked back at Ric and smiled, nodding his head to the door and then went to the front of the apartment building. Ric followed and as he stepped up to the door the guy said “Are you Austin?” Ric nodded. “Cool, I’m Paul.”

Love having mine natural mansmelly....the smell of masculinity.. I prefer pits to be natural mansmelly to +++..ripe.....it's a guy thing...or a perv guy thing.... regardless....mine are slight to ripe always

As my senses started to come back slowly, I felt one big hand on the back of my head pushing me down to deep throat a cock to the base while another hand on top of my head pulling my hair I had most of the cock out of my mouth. Two hands worked together in sync and had my head bouncing on the cock like I was a bouncing toy. I heard some laughters and voices but My head was bouncing on the cock so fast and my ears were filled with my own gurgling. I felt a bit silly after few minutes of hearing the noise I was making and felt how stupid it sounded. And that made me smile a bit while continuing to bounce. Someone told me i looked so sexy and pretty and I felt warm all over my body. Two hands stopped bouncing my head and pulled me off of the cock. Few seconds later, i felt two hands under my body lifting me up into the air and moved around til I felt a thick flesh at my hole. I heard some people counting down and as the new years ball dropped, my body was dropped onto the cock that I was at my hole for few seconds all at once. I screamed but no one cared

We snoozed for a little while and then we both seemed to awaken from some city noise at the same time. I rolled out of bed and said “We should head over and finish your bike.” I reached down and picked up my jockstrap from the floor and put it on, followed by the jeans and tee. I went into the bathroom and fished a new toothbrush out from the cabinet before brushing my teeth with mine. Louis walked in in a pair of jeans and a tee. “What do I do with the cum in my ass? I feel it leaking down my legs” Louis asked. I laughed with my mouth full of toothpaste. I spit and rinsed and told him “Squeeze your ass and hold it in. I like to keep a guy’s loads in as long as I can. It reminds me of the fuck. If you want, some guys shoot it into their hand and lick it up or you can shit it out in the toilet.” “I’ll try to hold it in if you want me to” he replied. I handed him the new toothbrush and left him in the bathroom as I went into the kitchen. I made some coffee and put a couple muffins out on the table. Just as the coffee finished, he walked into the kitchen area. “I know it’s after noon, but I felt like breakfast. Grab a muffin. There’s OJ in the fridge” I said. “No vodka?” Louis joked. We finished breakfast and then headed back to the garage. I rolled the door back down and said “Let’s see if we can get a little farther than changing our clothes this time.” “Damn, I was hoping for a repeat” Louis replied and then chuckled. I looked back at Louis and there was a large wet spot on the seat of his jeans and I laughed to myself. With both of us changed into shorts, I rolled the door up. As I turned, I saw Louis was putting on his tee. “Too warm for that today, just keep it off” I said with a smile. We put everything back together and I started the bike up. It took a few tries but I was able to dial in the carb and it started sounding pretty good. Loud, but good. I swapped my shorts for jeans and then grabbed my jacket before pushing his bike into the alley. I put my helmet on and yelled “Be back in a minute” and fired the beast up. It went into gear with a loud thud and off I went. I ripped down the street, feeling the torque thrust me forward. The brakes were ok, about the same as the last cruiser I rode. It seemed to track straight and was ok in a gentle slalom I did. I pulled back into the alley and cut the engine a few doors down from the garage and pulled in. “Damn, did it die again?” Louis asked. “Nah, I killed it to not annoy the neighbors. Everything seems to be fine” I replied. We cleaned up and wheeled our bikes (the Honda for me this time, since I wouldn’t have a passenger) out into the alley. I locked up and off we went. It was late afternoon on a Saturday so there was traffic everywhere we went. It was good though and I had forgotten how fun it could be to have someone to ride with. We ended up back at my place at almost midnight. We put the bikes to bed and went up the stairs. Louis seemed a bit anxious as I unlocked the door. “Come on, I gotta piss” he said. “Yeah, me too. But... I want to try something…” I said. As soon as we got inside I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping his motion to the bathroom. “Strip” I said as I was pulling off my tee. I don’t think either of us had ever taken our clothes off that quickly. I led him into the bathroom right past the toilet and climbed into the shower. I dropped to my knees and looked up “ok, now” I said. Louis looked confused but his need to piss was taking over all of his thoughts. I wrapped my lips around his cock and almost immediately felt the stream pumping hot pee into my mouth. I pulled off and used his cock to shower my head and then face with his piss. I leaned back and he took hold of his cock and began hosing me down. He aimed for my chest and then down to my cock before going back up and aiming for my open mouth. I let it fill my mouth and then spit it out so it cascaded over my body. I was surprised at how long he pissed, but I enjoyed every second of it. When his bladder was empty, I stood up and stared at him a moment, seeing the shocked look on his face. I leaned in and kissed him, my piss soaked beard against his while we passed his piss back and forth between our mouths. I got greedy and swallowed it down and broke the kiss. “Fuck! That was so hot and nasty” Louis said. I grinned back at him and asked “You like that?” and got a quick reply of “oh yeah”

Also did photo work, late '30's here, check-out those tan lines. That pumpkin was burning my pubes!

PART FOUR "Get up, get on your feet." Robert did as he was told, as he was starting to feel a strange but powerful sense of comfort in taking instructions and being obedient to this man. He had made Robert feel things in a way that no other man had yet done, and he started to realise, he wanted more. The guy started caressing Robert's chest, running his hands all over him, and lent forward to his face, placing a hand behind his head, and began to kiss him, Robert kissing back gently, and opening his mouth to be greeted by the cunning master's tongue. This sexual beast had Robert in shivers as they passionately frenched a few minutes, kissing and sucking each other's tongues, then the guy started rubbing Robert's nipples, gently at first, then pinching, applying more and more pressure, getting some gentle moans out of Robert in return. Then the guy lowered his head and took one of the lad's nipples in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue his tongue around it, Robert's moans becoming more exasperated and pleasured while he did this. "My slut likes his tits teased, huh?" Said the stud. "Fffffuuuuccckkk yes, Daddy. Feels soooo good". Robert replied. The man then bit down, not too hard, but hard enough to get a loud set of pained and exasperated oooh's and aaah's out of Robert's sweet lips, then... The man stood back just a little, roughly grabbed a handful of Robert's hair, and spat in his face. "Cunt". Spat at him again. "Open your mouth". He spat inside Robert's mouth. "Say thank you." "Thank you", Robert obligingly replied, in his newfound understanding. This made him feel so dirty, so used, so..... He couldn't fully explain it, but he loved it. Again, he wanted more. He left his mouth open. The man spat at him again. "You really are trash, aren't you, bitch?". He slapped Robert in the face. Robert moaned in pleasure and approval. He wanted to show this dom he had began to learn his place. Who he really was. A faggot. A slave. A submissive whore. A cheap piece of fuck-meat for any man wanting to use him. Pain and abuse made him horny as fuck. He was, in essence, a Masochist. The man pinched both of Robert's nipples, hard. "I know how to use a slut. Tell me what you want. You really want to make Daddy happy, yes?" The man asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, Daddy". "You're a trashy cum-dumpster whore, aren't you, faggot? You like being abused and verbally degraded, don't you?". "Yes Daddy. I love it." The man chuckled. He had the young man by the short and curlies now. He had broken him, and he knew it. He could see he had control, and the little slut would let him do anything he wanted. "On your knees, and open your fucking whore mouth, as wide as you can, and keep it open". Robert knelt down, and the man roughly grabbed his hair with both hands, then pulling Robert's head forward, jammed his cock down Robert's throat, making him gag. He pulled out, leaned over and spat in his face. "Take some poppers. Hit it about 5 times. Deep breaths." The man waited, still clutching Robert's hair while the lad breathed in the acrid fumes. "Open your mouth again." He forced his throbbing cock into Robert's throat, at first a bit slower and more gently this time, but built up pace, and was soon fully throat-fucking him, making Robert drool like a rabid animal. "Yes.... yeeeeessss, bitch. Get my dick wet. This is for your own good, cunt. Cause I think you know where I'm gonna stick my tool next."

CHAPTER THREE The room was practically spinning the way my mind was whirling. It was like I was in some strange nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. All I’d done was come over to Dan’s for a little fun. And somehow I ended up locked in a sex dungeon with a man who was intent on giving me AIDS. What the fuck? What’s worse, I knew in some part of my mind, a part that I never wanted to acknowledge, that I had enjoyed what Steve did to me. He was so determined, so Alpha, so twisted . . . and so damn HOT! My cock was throbbing out in front of me as I stood there thinking. Steve was standing, patiently waiting for me to answer his question -but was I really up for more? He started cackling again as my cock throbbed mid-air while my mind relived the exciting moments when he raped his toxic cum into my ass. Dammit! Why did that have to turn me on so much? “Looks like I got my answer, faggot,” he told me, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a sling that hung from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. I was basically zoned out, going along with him as he led me to my ultimate demise. I was powerless to stop him. But seeing his enormous cock engorging with blood right before my eyes, I knew that I had no reason to stop him. He was freeing me. I’d always resisted myself, my own natural inclinations. Always trying to keep myself in a box. And now Steve was breaking down the walls and setting me free. My stomach began to do flips, but this time it wasn’t from nerves. This was pure excitement. With the realization that he was doing me a big favor, the fog cleared from my mind and I became completely present in the moment -and I no longer felt panic. “Let’s do this,” I said to him, unable to control my smile. How being AIDS raped could make me this happy, I’ll never know. But this was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I was being true to myself, and the real me wanted to be a cumdump bugged up fag. As Steve strapped my legs up in the sling, I could see the streaks of cum and blood that had trickled out of my busted open hole. It was all down my inner thighs, and it did nothing to my libido except perhaps super-charge it. Used to be the sight of my own blood brought on panic -especially the thought of it come from my own asshole. But ever since I got Steve’s butt-destroyer in me, along with his seed, the sight of my blood reminded me that it was another step in the process. I needed my hole to be destroyed, and Steve was going to be the one to do it. “What are you thinking about, faggot?” he asked. “Looks to me like you’ve accepted your fate. Or accepted that this is what you were meant to be in the first place.” “I was just thinking how right this feels. I need this. I need you to own my ass and use it any way you want.” I was practically pleading with him to continue using me, which, I guess I was. I didn’t want him to stop until my hole no longer resembled my hole. I wanted to be gaping, destroyed, gushing toxic cum, and oozing a little blood so that I knew his potency was getting right into my bloodstream. “Own your ass, huh? Well, if that’s what you want . . . you know when a man owns another man’s ass, he can do whatever he wants with it,” he prompted. “Even find other men to use it. You up for that, pig? You ready to be a cum slut for me? I’ll be your Daddy, but you will be committed to me and do exactly as I say. You want that?” I was so horned up by this point, all I cared about was getting something shoved up my ass again. So I answered him with the only possible answer - “Yes! Own my ass! Please, just fuck me again, I need your cum in me again!” Steve didn’t waste anymore time. He laughed at my desperation, but immediately began to slide his monster meat back into my torn hole. It still hurt and still stretched me beyond capacity, but I finally felt right again as I felt his pubes scratching against my butt cheeks. “Aah, that’s better,” I sighed. “I love feeling this stuffed full of dick,” I moaned. Steve laughed at me again, and leaned back as he drove his hips forward. He worked up to a steady fuck pace and it felt like heaven. I grunted and moaned every time he slammed forward, busting through my second ring time and time again. But I was loving ever second of it. “You think this is being stuffed, faggot, I’ll get you stretched more than you ever imagined,” he told me. “I’ve got a friend I know would love a crack at this ass, and his dick is as big as mine. How about you take us both in you at the same time,” he suggest and he began to power fuck me. I knew he was working up to his orgasm again and I wanted his seed so badly I ignored his suggestion that he and his friend try and get in me simultaneously -as if that would ever happen! There is no way my body could accommodate that! “Oh god, cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, give me your load!” I begged. “I’m so glad you came around to my way of thinking, Pig,” Steve said. “While I do love when a slut puts up a little fight, hearing you submit to me completely is music to my ears. Now hold on while I give you another load.” Steve slammed into my ass for another few minutes and it was intense. The chains on the sling were rattling, we were both grunting like pigs, and sweating like pigs, too. The basement stank of sex, sweat and cum, only adding to the overall mood. Finally Steve roared as he held himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his dick throbbing out his load into my shredded guts. I never wanted that moment to end. How could I feel such strong emotions for this man after what he’d done to me? I honestly wanted to tell him that I loved him -stupid, I know. But he’d freed me and given me a gift. I knew that’s what it was now. We were bonded for life -how could I not think I was feeling love? On some level, at least. “You look like you’re falling in love with me, faggot,” he commented, still standing buried balls-deep in my trashed hole. “It’s okay, it happens when a pig like you finally learns his place at my hand.” Then he slowly began to withdraw from my hole and when I felt cold air rush into my gaping ass, I knew he was all the way out. Steve went to a set of shelves with a bunch of toys on it and selected a large butt plug, which he promptly shoved into my hole with very little resistance. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. “There, gotta keep my baby batter in there to do it’s job on you,” he chuckled, giving the plug a firm slap just so I felt it. “I am getting you pregnant, after all.” He unfastened the straps and let me out of the sling so that I could get some blood into my extremities, and I was grateful for the plug, otherwise a stream of Steve’s cum and my blood would be flowing down my legs again and I really did want to keep his seed it me. I knew that’s where it belonged. And that realization made me accept the situation completely. When I started up with Dan and wanted to be a cumdump, I hadn’t fully accepted that. Not entirely. Now I had accepted it, and I knew that my ass is where men’s seed belongs -any and all men. I didn’t care who they were or what kind of bugs they have -I wanted it ALL. Standing there while he took quick glances as if assessing me, I reached down and began wiping the slick mess of cum and blood from my legs and slowly brought my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want a drop if his precious cum to be wasted. While I took my time wiping and licking it all up, Steve had retrieved his phone and was texting someone -likely that friend he talked about. Finally, all of the cum had been eaten, and Steve seemed finished with his phone for the time being. “I need more cum, Steve,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I felt so vulnerable putting a voice to my urgent hunger. “A lot more.” Surprisingly, Steve didn’t laugh at me as I’d expected. For the first time since we’d met, he actually looked at me affectionately as he reached down and took my face in my hands, before pulling me into a very passionate, wet and sloppy kiss. “I think I might fall for you, too,” he whispered when he pulled away. “That doesn’t mean I won’t get every dick possible to use that fucking faggot hole of yours.” “Good, because that’s what I want,” I assured him. “That’s what I need, Steve.” I was a junkie needing another fix. Both completely naked, we walked upstairs and took a break to have a couple of drinks. Steve was surprisingly attentive, making sure I drank a glass of water to stay hydrated before he would allow me any alcohol. We had two gin and tonics, the gin helping dull the slight sting and pain still radiating from my ass. I couldn’t believe I still wanted to be fucked knowing the condition my hole was in -and feeling the almost constant reminder with the large plug prodding all of the damaged areas every time I moved. As we sat side by side on the sofa, which he’d draped with a rubber sheet to keep all of our sex mess contained, we actually talked. “I knew that first day I saw you sneaking in and out of Dan’s house that you were going to be my pig,” Steve told me. “I just felt it and I knew that you would feel it too, once you had me inside you. Do you really want to be my pig? For me to own you?” I couldn’t help the longing I felt when I looked at him. It was a pull that I couldn’t control, or deny. I felt it, and it was real. So why deny it? “I’m sure, Steve. I’ve never been more sure. As long as you can use me like you talked about, I need it. I’m all yours.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes. “I already texted some friends of mine to come over and help me finish getting you well and truly pregnant, so I hope you mean that.” “I do, Steve. If that’s what you want of me, I’ll do anything you want. I promise.” I felt a weird desperation to prove to him that I was willing to follow any directive he gave me. Steve sat back against the rubber sheet and threw a thin arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his bony side. “That’s good. They’ll be here soon. Tonight, you will take all of the loads and dicks we can find for you, no matter what. And after that, you’ll stay with me. I’ll use you a lot, you know. My viral load only keeps climbing higher and higher each day. So we will get you knocked up. You’re going to get sick, you realize that, right?” I was nodding my head, feeling sick in my stomach, but my heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. Even though this was frighteningly extreme, I could not deny that I wanted to do it with him. All of it. “I know, Steve. But I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ve never felt this good in my life. So even if I can only have a few months of this . . . depravity . . . I’d rather have that than a whole lifetime of feeling suffocated trying to pretend I’m someone I’m not,” I told him in earnest. He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to love killing you,” he whispered in my ear. “You will die from all that I’m going to do to you. Well, I’ll probably go before you do,” he chuckled, sounding completely at ease with the notion of his death. He’d accepted his circumstances and was making the absolute most of the time he has. Probably better than most people do in those situations. “What will happen to me if you . . . if you die before me?” I asked, suddenly really unsure. I loved the idea of living my life with him, to serve as his personal cum whore, but once he’s gone? I can’t go back to my ‘normal’ life after that. Especially if I waste away like he is. The people in that life wouldn’t know how to accept me. “I’ll pass you on to one of my bugged-up buddies to continue my work until you die,” he told me, so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we weren’t talking about my probably-horrific demise. Before I could say anything else, Steve sucked in a deep breath and began pulling me onto his lap, where I noticed he was rock hard again. “Until then, we are going to spend an obscene amount of time with my big cock up your tight faggot hole,” he told me, reaching behind to take hold of the plug in my ass. Just as he was about to yank it out, the doorbell rang. Steve carefully lifted me off of his lap and then I was standing in front of him. “That’ll be my friends. Go let them in -and don’t bother trying to cover yourself up. They’re all going to know every inch of you before they’re done with you, anyway. Not to mention, you’ll be carrying several other strains in your faggot ass, too. No medications will work on a few of my buddies, so you’re in for a treat,” he laughed as he spun me around and swatted my ass to get me in motion to the front door. I stood in front of the door for only a second, gulped over a lump in my throat, knowing that once I opened that door, there really would be no going back. From this point on, the remainder of my lifetime will be spent in servitude of men’s cocks. Every moment of every day will revolve around getting fucked and bred like the most disgusting cock whore imaginable. My body will be flooded with so many viruses and bugs that I know Steve won’t allow me to get treatment for. My body will be overcome. I will become a petri dish for a new breed of virus, a combination of all of these powerful and lethal strains, all mixing in my body, morphing my DNA into something unimaginable. Something that will eventually mean my end. I opened the door. THE END ? (AND A NEW BEGINNING!)

Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

Neal was 18, it was the summer before he started his senior year. He got a job as a busboy to make money, also to hopefully satisfy his curiosity about his sexuality. Ever since puberty hes been increasingly curious about sex w guys n maybe hell meet some working. His first day jim trained him, he was gay acting n checking neal out. He wasnt the only possibility, there was Erik n Jon his roomies. They kept talking about how cute some guys were n what theyd do to them. They talked about this bicurious high schooler they got high af, seduced n 3wayed him now hes a slut for dick. Neal hung around them listening to how there's 6 gays here n hed better watch it cuz they all wanted him. They noticed how he listened to their stories, smiled when they said there's 6 gays here n then started rubbing their cocks against his ass n he pushed back. He got worse n worse as time went on n all six of them were going to a party at Jim's house n asked him to go. Thinking of that other high schooler getting converted to a hopeless cock starved cumdump faggot had him worked up. After work all 7 men went to Jim's, it got hotter n heavier. They smoked meth n that's all it took for shy neal to become a horny, bi curious virgin at a party w 6 gay men drooling over him. So neal, got a question we are dying to know: we think u might be turned on by our behavior n stories, u curious? By now he was super spun n horny af n kept wanting to be that other teen they converted. Mmmmm God, y'all have all been flirting n hitting on me n talking dirty to me. I cant take anymore, I think I'm gay, prove me right boys, take me n make me positive I am!

Here in Auckland, New Zealand, there's a venue called Lateshift that holds a 3 hour afternoon session on Sundays called Jacks and Jocks. This is possibly their busiest time, and one of the few times the venue has a dress code of either Jock straps, underwear or nude. It also usually gets the best mixed attendance, all ages, all body types. Lots of hot hung guys all around. I went yesterday, and within the first 20 minutes must have had at least 6 raw cocks in me and a couple of juicy loads. I went into full pig mode, and hooked up with any guy in the venue who seemed keen, bending over or laying on a bed with my ass cheeks pried apart, ready for more raw cock. Went in to the darkroom which was reasonably full, and sucked off a couple of guys, then bent over and grabbed my ankles, letting whoever wanted my hole to use it as they saw fit. Hooked up with another guy who was really skinny and gaunt looking, and he had a tight cockring on so his member was bulging at every vein... was at least 8 or 9 inches. Went to a room with him and bent over on the bed for him, he impaled me with his throbbing meat in a few different positions, and l worked his nips while he built up and eventually shot a huge load inside me. I was still insatiable. Feeling hornier and hornier, found a couple of young boys- early to mid 20s by appearances- and sucked them both then the top fucked my brains out. Then I went to another venue that has a dungeon room with a sling - Basement - and played with an older daddy, sucking his cock and playing with his nips and ass... dressed in red stockings that I had bought over the counter there, I let him touch me all over, then went and layed in the sling, him following shortly after. I ripped my stockings open directly by my hole, and he offered his cock, asking me if I wanted it raw. "Yes please, Daddy", I replied. He happily obliged, penetrating me unlubed but gentle and slow so I could feel my hole stretching to allow him entry into my flesh tunnel. His cock was at least 7 or 8 inches long and really girthy. I stuck my nose in my bottle of poppers and as he started thrusting, I was in heaven. Felt so good to be full of this dirty old man's fuck meat, and he talked dirty to me while we fucked, he eventually blew his load inside me... I thanked him. Then I played with my ass to finger his load inside me for shits and giggles, finding the rim of a used condom full of cum that must have been from the twink top that fucked me before daddy. I managed to pull it out, and scraped all the cum out and fingered it inside me. I played with a couple of the other guys there, then the daddy came back and bred my hole again. During both times he bred me I hoped he was poz and giving me a dirty load. Guess I'll find out. Maybe... Was ridiculously horny this morning just thinking about the possibility that I have taken some poz loads yesterday and jerked off in bed this morning and blew a huge juicy load all over my tummy. It tasted great.

Think I'm in a similar situation, though in terms of getting scared and starting the meds again it's more because I don't want the confrontation with my consultant when my test results eventually change from being UD to being detectable. For the past couple of years, I've taken med breaks of a couple of months in between appointments, then started the meds again about a month before my next appointment. So far, each time I've subsequently tested my v/l is still UD. Currently been off meds for about two months, with the next appointment due in July. I suspect I may be a slow progressor as I first started meds (by choice rather than necessity) about three years after being infected, but even then my v/l count had only just hit 6000. Perhaps that may be one explanation for my apparent ease in returning back to UD at each test. I think if I was to have my time again, although it would be against current medical advice and guidance (which I would always recommend anyone to follow) I would have chosen to wait to start the meds only when absolutely necessary. But, as the saying goes, each to their own.

Part 30 - Race To Christmas The limousine pulled up to the clifftop house just outside Laguna Beach, it's position offering sweeping views across the small community of Laguna and the soft sands and surf of the beach front. Ben stood there and looked across the dreamy views and thinking how wonderful it must be waking up to this view every morning. Mark came round the limousine and put his arm around Ben, he could sense some trepidation in his manner. Mark looked Ben in the eye who just nodded to signify he was ready, Ben never imagined seeing his father like this was going to be so strange. Heike walked out on to the terrace to where Rob was sat waiting, he had been anxious for several days after all talking with someone on the phone then seeing them in the flesh for what must seem like an age was playing heavily on him. Would Ben still like him and did he even really know his son any more? Six years had been long and painful but it was the only way he could split from Margarite without being taken to the cleaners by her and demanding the 50 50 split. But on the flip side if he hadn't agreed he would never have moved to LA and met Heike or started his own business with her support, the fruits of which allowed them to live a really comfortable life. After all Margarite fell pregnant with Steven's child whilst he was still married but their love had dwindled for each other, Heike put her hand on Rob's shoulder. "I'm sure everything will be alright, what is playing on your mind Rob?" She asked rubbing his shoulder. Rob stared out to sea "I never thought he would turn out to be gay Heike" he replied. She stopped rubbing his shoulder "That's not what is bothering you" she said. "It's just he is 19 and now getting married to a guy it is so unexpected" Rob replied turning his head towards her. Heike picked up the magazine off the table and handed it to Rob "That is him". Rob looked at the picture of Mark Davenport with his family "Wait he is marrying a Davenport?". "Yes, there are pictures on line of Ban and Mark from last night" Heike said fetching her laptop. Rob took the laptop and looked running his finger over Ben's picture "He does look somewhat scared". Heike laughed "Apparently Mark keeps a very low profile out east". Rob looked at her inquisitively "So you mean Ben probably didn't know who he was?". "That's my guess. But you can see the love in the picture Rob, just keep an open mind" she said kissing him. Rob heard a car pulling up to the front of the house and nervously looked at Heike as they both stood up and wandered through the house. The soft chimes rang out as Ben pressed the button, he ad a sense of role reversal from some six years ago as he watched his father on the door step walk away, he couldn't tell if he was now feeling some resentment towards him or just nerves. The door opened and Ben watched as the face of his father and Heike appeared as the door opening grew wider, 'Ben' Rob said looking at young man now standing in front of him. Ben looked back at his father 'Dad' he said quietly as the first tear drop escaped from his eyes, his legs carried him forward into the arms of his father breaking down and sobbing as six years of lost love surfaced and released themselves from his body. Rob hugged Ben tightly with tears running down his face, he couldn't believe how much Ben could have grown and changed. Heike patted Rob on the shoulder and walked past them towards Mark. "Hello Mark, I'm Heike" she said giving him a hug. "Heike, so good to meet you" he replied "Shall we go for a walk and leave them for a moment" he suggested. Heike nodded "Yes, Rob has been on edge for several days now". Ben's emotions flowed over and over and he couldn't stop welling up and crying sitting with his father talking whilst Mark and Heike strolled along the beach leaving them to catch up. Rob spent a good deal of time going through in more detail about the divorce so how Steven would often put the block on him visiting sin he had to relinquish custody, a burden he had to shoulder in order to get the divorce over with quickly. Ben listened and told him he did not hold a grudge and that he was happy to be back in his father's life. When Heike and Mark returned Ben offered to help Heike prepare dinner so that Rob and Mark could get to know each other. As they sat on the terrace overlooking Laguna and eating dinner they talked about how Mark and Ben had met and discussed the upcoming wedding, Ben knew that if his mother came to the wedding it would be the first time his parents would be together but he needed to have his mother and father at the wedding. Ben listened to how his father had built up his successful retail business and that Heike was an interior designer much in demand around Orange County. Mark admired the modern and stylish interior of their home where everything seemed to fit to perfection, he joked that if they ever moved to the west coast she would be the person to style their home. Ben laughed but also a strange deja-vous feeling came across him that the joke would not end up being a joke, inside he actually quite liked the idea of living in California. To quickly the evening was over and they stood outside the front of the house saying their goodbyes as Ben and Mark climbed in to the limo and Jackson drove them back to Liongate. Mark turned to Ben "I like your father and step mom, Heike is quite a lady when we were out walking". Ben nodded "Did she say anything about my mother and step dad?" he asked. Mark held his hand "Not a lot, just mostly how it tore your father apart when he couldn't see you". Ben rested his head back in the seat "I never really understood how emotionally attached I am to my father". "It shows great strength of bond ship, that's what makes you so perfect in my eyes" Mark said squeezing his hand. Ben looked at him "So happy though, and he is happy for us and he likes you" he said smiling. Mark leaned over and kissed Ben "Heike is nice, maybe we will get her over to Larchmont to do our house". Ben smiled "As long as my father comes as well". Their few days remaining in LA seemed to go by in a flash, the days they spent sunbathing and going to the beach. It was becoming a fairly common practice to be recognised around Bel Air as anyone who is anyone kept up to date with the gossip, even when Ben was coming out of the sea alone a stranger walking past recognised him and congratulated him on his engagement. He still found it strange a little but was slowly getting use to it and often people would want to stop and casually talk as if they were life long friends, something that rarely happened out east since everyone was in a hurry. Their last evening they sat in the lounge with David whilst Maddy was checking emails before coming back to join them. "David we really need to get this assistant and PR sorted out we have over 50 emails" Maddy said joining them in the lounge. David nodded "We will" he replied noticing Ben looking strangely "Our last one left for a film star". "It's what they do here sniff around for the next good job, mind you she was useless" Maddy informed Ben. David nodded "A few of us in the East Gate compound have talked about forming a company to do our PR things but nothing has happened yet". Mark stood up "Well we have an early flight in the morning guys, come on Ben". Mark and Ben left for bed and some baseball cap time, Ben's head was still buzzing with everything going on as Maddy and David spent much of the time with Ben and Mark as they wanted Ben to fit in like family and not be afraid of the trappings life would now afford him. As they left for the airport in the airlines limousine nearly all the planning was complete partly due to Mark and Ben just agreeing and loving what the planners suggested, but they trusted Maddy to make the right choices as well whilst they went back home. Mark sat looking at Ben on the flight who seemed a little down "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?". Ben looked at Mark "Nothing wrong, it just feels sad to leave I had such a great time" he replied. "We can come here as much as you want Ben" Mark said looking at him. Ben tried to assess what Mark was thinking "You want to move back LA?" he asked. Mark took his hand "I miss the climate but I would only move here if I knew you really wanted to". Ben smiled "I don't know Mark, I want to enjoy life with you and our friends". Mark kissed him on the head "Ben if you ever want to move to LA you only have to ask" he said. The rest of the flight they both slept and behind his appearance Mark was the happiest he had ever been, knowing that his parents completely loved Ben was the biggest present he ever could have wanted. It took a while but Ben did seem to adjust and be comfortable at Liongate, after his initial shyness around the servants he soon joked and laughed with them and Pedro just loved having them both in the house bringing back that naughty element that Mark and Pedro use to get up years ago. Tired and exhausted from their trip they finally walked in to their home just as it was getting dark. A cold wind was blowing and the threat of a snow storm was looming, whenever a snow storm was mentioned they would both look at each other and laugh fondly remembering the night in the Chatwell Hotel. Ben still had a few days off before he was going to start work with Angelo and Mark whilst continuing with his education. The following morning Mark was showered and ready for work walking back in to the bedroom he looked at Ben who was dozing on and off. "What are you doing today?" He asked Ben. Ben turned over on to his back "Meeting Ethan he wants to hear about LA". Mark leaned over and kissed him "Don't forget we have dinner at theirs tonight". Ben smiled and looked at him "Why do you work, you know having what you have?". Mark stroked the side of Ben's face "Keeps me occupied and I can keep an eye on Angelo". Ben laughed "Will you keep me occupied as well when I start?". Mark moved Ben's hand away from his groin "Stop it otherwise I will be late". Ben leaned up and kissed him "I'm horny". Mark laughed "I will but the baseball cap on tonight after dinner" he said winking at Ben. Ben giggled he really did love Mark's jock look and he knew that meant he would get a good pasting in bed tonight for several hours. They kissed several more times before Mark left for work and Ben slept for another few hours before eventually getting up, he showered and wondered over to meet Ethan. They cobbled a breakfast together and sat chatting for several hours mostly about LA. Ethan was excited listening to Ben "So tell me about this house what was it Liongate?" he asked. Ben nodded "It's massive Ethan, I've never seen anything like it, so big, so many rooms". Ethan smiled "You seem to be quite taken by it from what you have said". he replied. "It was nice and relaxing and his parents were so kind to me" Ben said eating toast. Ethan looked at him "Are you going to move there?" he asked. Ben shrugged his shoulders "I don't know Ethan, Mark seemed so happy to be there plus it is close to my father". "You miss him?" Ethan asked. Ben nodded "I never thought about it that much but seeing him made me realise how much I still love him". Ethan sat pensive for a moment "You have to do what is right Ben, LA would mean an amazing life". "I know but it's not about what we can have, it's what I want and that's Mark wherever it will be" Ben said. Ethan came around and kissed Ben on the mouth several times "I would miss you if you did, I feel like we have a much closer friendship now". "I've always loved you Elfy and you still hold a special place in my heart" Ben replied looking in to Ethan's eyes. Ethan started clearing things away "I think our lives would have been very different Ben, anyway it's only a plane hop away". Ben laughed "Six hours away is a long way, anyway I don't know what I would do out there". Ethan chuckled "Just be loved and spoilt rotten that's what I would do". "Sounds awful when you put it like that. What if I get bored?" Ben said amusingly. "You bored!" Ethan laughed "Just travel that will keep you busy" he continued laughing. Ben laughed with him "Nah, I don't want to live like that, I told Mark he has to the house here". Ethan looked seriously at him "You have?". "Yes, I like Larchmont, it has you all here and it is how I want to live, simple but loving" Ben said reflectively. Ethan shook his head "You are so messed up Ben" he responded laughing. Ben stood up "Come on let's go for a stroll in to town and get a coffee". They grabbed their coats and walked out on the street as a few snowflakes gently fell around them, turning the street they walked through the public gardens leading up to town and spotting a lone figure sat on a bench hunched over as if trying to keep warm. As they got closer the person looked up and they were both surprised to see it was Josh. "Josh" Ben called "what are you doing sat here in the cold?" he asked. Josh nodded "Hi" he responded in a sombre voice. Ben sat down next to him "Still hurting?" he asked. Ethan sat down the other side of Josh as he nodded "Josh you really have to forget about him". Josh looked at Ethan "I know, but it goes way deeper than I thought, I know I can't have him" he responded. Ben patted his knee "Come and have a coffee with us and get out of the cold for a while". They stood up and walked in to town and the Grounded Bean coffee shop which was their favourite little coffee shop run by a gay couple Eric and Morley, as they stepped inside they saw it was busier than usual probably down to the cold blast battering the east coast. Morley was running around serving and Eric was playing barista, they all knew each other by name but that was pretty much it, he waved to signify he had seen them coming in but strangely he stood and smiled for a moment then carried on serving. Morley went behind the counter and spoke to Eric who looked over and the 3 lads briefly and nodded before turning his back but obviously talking to Morley. Josh plonked himself down on a seat and took his coat off followed by Ethan and Ben. "Thanks guys" Josh said with a feeble attempt at a smile. Ethan leaned on the table "You are our friend Josh, we look out for each other" he said. Ben nodded "Absolutely and we are hear to listen if you want to talk". Ethan saw Josh smile "I wonder what those two were gossiping about" Ethan said nodding in Eric's direction. "Probably got the hots for us" Josh remarked causing them all to laugh. Morley came up to the table "Hello boys, What will it be?" he asked focusing his attention on Ben. "Three lattes please Morley" Ethan responded noticing the look he was giving Ben. "Oh, right sorry three lattes" Morley repeated "And how are things Ben?" he asked. Ben didn't know what to make of the question "Err okay" he replied furrowing his eyebrows. Morley nodded "Your boyfriend not with you today?" he asked. Ben shook his head "No he is at work" he said. Morley smiled "He works?" he asked looking shocked "I wouldn't have thought he needed to". "Oh" Ben said suddenly understanding that they must know about Mark "Keeps him busy" he said. "Hmmm" Morley replied "There was two people here looking for you about an hour ago". Ben looked at Morley "For me, who where they?" he asked. "Reporter and photographer, they were asking all sorts of questions about if we knew you" Morley said. Ben looked at Ethan and Josh "Mark said this might happen" he said to them as Morley went to get the coffees. Morley put the drinks down "Don't worry we told them we didn't know or saw you around here". Ben breathed a sigh of relief "Thanks Morley". "It will only buy you a little time, they will be back I expect" Morley said and left them to serve other customers. Josh scratched his head "Did I miss something?" he asked looking at them both. Ben went and got the pile of magazines on the table by the door and found the article and photos and showed Josh, this cheered him up immensely making fun of Ben in his dinner suit. Coffees finished they put their coats on and headed outside in to the cold air, the clouds where looming darker and snow was falling steadily. They decided to go back to Ben's for the afternoon and that way he would be off the streets and hopefully not recognised. He found it all a bit weird but funny at the same time, Josh swapped hats with Ben which covered most of his face making him more discreet. Thankfully the snow was coming down heavier and most cars and people had cleared the streets by the time they reached Ben's place. Josh took his coat off and joined Ben and Ethan in the kitchen making hot chocolate. "So have you moved in now?" Josh asked Ben as he sat down. Ben nodded "Pretty much so I have a few things still to collect from home". "Your both so lucky" Josh said "and tell me what was his house like in LA?" he asked. Ben laughed "Well this place has 4 bedrooms in LA they had 11 guest bedrooms". "Get out" Josh laughed "that many, it must be a palace" he remarked. "Almost, anyway you will be staying there, that is if you come to our wedding" Ben said looking at him. Josh looked down "I doubt I can afford it unless my parents cough up, wages at the shop don't pay well". Ben looked at Ethan than back at Josh "Nonsense your coming and you will spend Christmas with us there". Josh looked embarrassed "I can't let you do that, I will find a way". Ben stood his ground "No let me sort it out for you, write your full name down" he pushed a piece of paper in front of Josh. Josh wrote his name down then looked up "Will Franco be coming?" he asked looking sheepish. "I don't know, he said he would try but can't confirm yet" Ben replied. Ethan sat next to Josh "Anyway you have to come" he said then looking to Ben "make sure he is on our flight". Ben had a quick conversation with Mark whilst they sat in the kitchen where he told Ben the dinner plans have changed to be at theirs to avoid him going out and getting spotted. Ten minutes later Mark called back and told them Josh was booked on the same flight as Ethan and Angelo and the car will pick him up 5am on the 24th December before picking the other two up. Josh was more like his old self at hearing the news since he had never been to LA or California. Mark also booked the flights for Ben's mother and step father as Ben had to relent over inviting his step father at Mark's persistence. Ethan refilled the cups with more hot chocolate "I guess we have to buy presents". "Why is that?" Josh asked looking at Ethan. "We are spending Christmas all together" Ethan said "Nothing serious just fun presents". Ben chuckled "Yeah we should, all of us as a group have our own little Christmas". Josh smiled "Sounds great, hope I can find me some muscled beach bum to shag whilst there". Ben and Ethan cracked up laughing "You might like Pedro" Ben said without thinking if he was gay. "Pedro?" Josh asked sitting up in his chair just as the door bell rang. Ben looked at them both "Who is out in this weather" he stopped "Ethan will you answer it" he asked. Ethan nodded "Yes of course, stay in the kitchen" he said as he walked through to the entrance hall. Josh called out "If they are sexy bring them in I need to sex them" he laughed. Ethan opened the door on the security chain "Hello" he said staring at the attractive guy covered in snow. "Hi, sorry to bother you but is Benjamin Midler-Warren at home?" Bobby asked. Ethan somewhat mesmerized by him paused for a moment "Sorry Benjamin who?". "Midler-Warren" Bobby repeated. "I'm sorry I think you have the wrong house this is my families home" Ethan replied. Bobby looked at Ethan "Are you his brother?" he asked. Ethan couldn't stop looking at his eyes "No, my half brother is here but not called Ben". "Are you sure, you just called him Ben not Benjamin?" Bobby asked trying to look around Ethan inside. Ethan could have kicked the door at his slip up "If you don't leave I will call the police" he said. "Sorry I am just trying to do a piece on him, I knew this was a stupid story to take on" Bobby said. Ethan was beginning to loose patience "Anyway who the hell are you dude?". Bobby shuffled in his pocket and handed Ethan a card "I'm Bobby from Out magazine". Ethan tried not to sound as if he heard about it "What is that?". Bobby smiled "A magazine and you know what type it is" he winked at Ethan. Josh came in to entrance hall "Close the door Elf it's getting cold in the house". Ethan nearly burst out laughing "That is my half brother Harry" it was the first name he could think of. "Whose at the door anyway" Josh called out and making himself visible to Bobby. Ethan shrugged his shoulders "Dunno some guy whose looking for a Midler-Warren dude". "Tell them to go away and close the door Elf" Josh said as he caught a glimpse of Bobby. It was only a glimpse but it was long enough for Bobby to smile at him, Ethan watched Bobby who just stood there and looked past him to Josh. Ethan had already guessed that Bobby was probably gay but the look between them confirmed what he thought. Bobby returned his gaze to Ethan "Well if you do happen to see Harry, sorry Benjamin give him my card". Ethan watched as Bobby walked down the path "He has gone" he called out closing the door. Josh stood there "Did you see him, oh such a dream boat" he said drifting away with the fairies. Ben stood there "Your like a sex maniac Josh". Ethan handed Josh the card "I think he wants you to call him Josh". "This is so awkward" Ben said giggling. Ben looked at the card "Out magazine, blimey that's the gay magazine and they found where I live". Josh handed Ben the card "Either luck or he knew what he is doing". Ethan was looking out the window "I don't think he does he is looking at the other houses". Ben sent a text to Mark telling him about the guy and he got a response back saying hold fire before he got a second text a few minutes later telling him that Maddy had only agreed a wedding exclusive with the magazine. Ben called Mark to ask if he should speak to this guy and get him to arrange a proper paid interview, Mark laughed down the phone at the suggestion and telling Ben he was a chip off his mothers block but said yes they could do one but he must promise never to talk about Liongate as it was a private home, before he hung up he said they were leaving early due to the snow fall and would be home in half an hour. Ben looked them both "Do I call him?". Josh looked at Ben "What did Mark say?". "He said I could invite him over as they are on their way home" Ben said looking between them. Ethan turned facing away from the window "It's trusting him though, he is a journalist". Ben handed the card to Josh "You call him I will in to the office off the kitchen when he arrives". Josh took the card "Are you absolutely sure Ben?". Ben nodded "Yes" he replied as Ethan turned watching Bobby across the street and reaching in to his pocket. "Hi Bobby it is Jo.. Harry here" Josh said stamping his feet at the mistake. Bobby laughed down the phone "Hello Harry or whoever you are" he said, Ethan watched Bobby looking at the house. "Why you still on the street?" Josh asked. Bobby paused for a moment "You tell me Harry, why do you think I am here?" he asked. Josh walked around the lounge "Are you gay as you work for that magazine?". Ben sat on the stairs laughing "Josh you are so discreet". Bobby laughed "Why do you want to know Harry?" he asked as silence fell "Do you want to fuck?". Josh chuckled "Erm no I don't think so, well not just yet anyway" he replied trying to play it cool. "Sorry had to get it out there" Bobby said light-heartedly. Josh sat on the sofa "Do you want to come up to the house and dry off?". Bobby sighed "Looks like a bad lead anyway on this guy so yes if you don't mind". Ethan smiled at Josh "He is quite stunning Josh from what I saw of his face". Ben hid in the office off the kitchen, Josh waited until he closed the office door and opened the front door and invited Bobby in. He stood just under six feet tall his face adorned by a closely cropped beard giving him an otter like appearance, Josh took his coat and hung it up in the closet and waited as he took his hat off. His black hair was ruffled but fairly short and Josh could now see he was definitely around Mark's age, but it was his blue eyes that really sparkled and contrasted against his black hair and beard. Josh invited him through to the kitchen watching what looked like a lean torso with unmistakable muscle definition under his jumper. Bobby looked Josh and gave him a very bewitching smile that almost made Josh fall over from sheer lust. Bobby followed Josh "So is it really Harry or something else". he asked as Josh pointed to a seat. Josh was captivated by him "Yeah my name is Joshua but most people call me Josh" he said. "I like that better than Harry, what about Elf here" he nodded to Ethan. Ethan laughed "People call me Elfy or Ethy" he said watching him closely. "Would you like a hot chocolate Bobby?" Josh asked grabbing a mug. Bobby looked at Josh "Yes thank you it is very kind of you to invite me in" he said watching Josh go red. "So Bobby what is it you are doing, I mean looking for this guy?" Ethan asking to get back on track. Bobby turned to him "Oh so my boss gave me the job to find him get some pictures and write an article". Ethan nodded "So who is he, someone famous?" he asked. "Well sort of, he is going to marry Mark Davenport, quite a well known socialite family from LA" Bobby replied. "So why are you looking around here?" Josh asked pouring hot water in to the mug. Bobby sighed quietly watching Josh "Well someone in town said he had just moved on to this street". "People on this street are quite private" Ethan said in response "So are you going from house to house?". Bobby nodded "I tried a couple and one said there was some young gay guys moved in here". "Here you go" Josh put the hot chocolate on the table making eye contact with each other. Bobby smiled "Thanks Josh" he said "But I can see it is you two that moved in here". "Sorry were not the one your looking for" Josh said sitting down fixated on Bobby. "That's okay, my boss says I have no umph or push for this journalist job" Bobby said disheartened. He continued "I always wanted to write for Out magazine and was freelance before but it didn't pay, then I landed this job and got a couple of good articles early on this year but nothing of interest since. I know the editor doesn't like me so he sent me on this job as a final chance knowing full well it will be my downfall". Ethan looked at Josh "That's not a very nice thing to do" he said. Bobby smiled "Unfortunately that is journalism, well my short foray in to it by the looks of it". Ben was texting to Mark telling him everything that was going on and how sexy looking this guy was and that Josh seemed quite interested in him. Mark suddenly remembered that his parents had lost their PA who did all their press bits and pieces and diaries. He sent a suggestion back to Ben to pass on to Ethan. Annoyingly Ethan's phone kept pinging and he apologised and read through the text messages and what he was being asked to do was very clear. Ben listened again through the door but what he couldn't see was through the silent gaps in the conversation Bobby was clearly eyeing Josh up. "Are you seeing anyone Josh?" Bobby suddenly asked out of the blue. Josh looked at him intently "No I am not in that space". "Oh right" Bobby replied looking intently at him. "He got his heart torn out by a straight Latino" Ethan said joining in the conversation. "Ah, I am sorry to hear that, did he lead you on?" Bobby asked purely out of interest. Josh shook his head "No stupidly I fell for him, we are friends but he has gone to Florida with his family". Ethan spoke up "Anyway finding Josh someone sensible is the current mission". Bobby smiled at Josh "I would probably be to sensible to the point of boring". Josh looked back at Bobby "Somehow I doubt that" he chuckled. Ethan rolled his eyes in grand gesture "So what are you going to do about the job, get fired?". Bobby shook his head "No, I already decided when wandering around that I would quit". Ethan nodded "You should do it, there are plenty of opportunities out there". "Sod it, today can't get any worse" Bobby nervously laughed. He picked his phone and dialled the magazine on speaker and got through to the editor's PA, he asked to speak to editor in chief and after giving his name he came on the phone. The conversation was brief as Bobby told him he quit and the editor who was noticeably annoyed from his voice replied thank god I don't have to fire you and he hung up. Bobby turned the phone in his hand. "Well that was too easy, he really did want me out of the magazine" Bobby said looking down at his phone. "Never mind I have a job interview lined up for you if your interested" Ethan said cryptically. Josh looked at Ethan "What is going on?" he asked. Bobby nodded to Ethan "Whatever it is I will take it" he laughed. Josh sat there "Well?" he asked to Ethan. "Bobby there is just one other thing that we need to come clean about and clear up" Ethan said looking at Bobby. Bobby looked curiously at Ethan "Please don't tell me you two are a couple?". Ethan chuckled "No but there is someone you have been looking for and wanting to meet" the door opened "this is Benjamin Midler-Warren". Bobby looked at Ben then Ethan "What is going on, I just quit my job" he stood up looking around the room annoyed. Ben came round to Bobby "Wait, I have an offer for you please sit down and I will explain". Bobby sat back down looking shocked "I've never been played like this before". Ben sat next to him "You can interview us and sell the story, even to Out magazine if you want". Bobby contemplated for a moment "Interview us you said?" he asked looking more confused. The front door opened as Angelo and Mark arrived and walked in hearing the slight commotion of raised voices coming from the kitchen. Mark smiled at Angelo telling him the boys obviously were having a difficult time with the journalist, so they walked in to the kitchen. Ben nodded "Bobby this is my fiancé Mark Davenport" he said nodding behind Bobby who turned his head. Bobby stumbled to his feet "No way" he said recognising him straight away "wow this is a pleasure, you are indeed him". Mark kept a straight face and held out his hand "Pleased to meet you Bobby and this is Angelo". Angelo shook hands with him eyeing him cautiously "Hello". Ben went to Mark's side "Angelo is Ethan's or Elfy's fiancé". Bobby scratched his head dumbfounded "So who lives here?". Mark laughed "Ben and I live here" he replied putting his arm around Ben's shoulder. "The boys and I will get dinner ready" Angelo said "You staying for dinner?" he asked Bobby. Josh looked at Bobby "That is Angelo's way of inviting you to stay" he said grappling with Angelo. "Bobby and I have to talk in the office" Mark said inviting Bobby to follow him "and you are staying". Mark closed the office door "We need to have a very frank and honest talk Bobby". Bobby nodded "Sorry Mark, I am not quite on your page about what?" he asked a little confused. "A job, quite a high profile one which I will tell you about later but I need you to be honest" Mark replied. Bobby nodded "Okay I have nothing to hide so fire away". Mark smiled "Tell me about any skeletons in your closet?". "One ex boyfriend who is now married and living in Australia, a few one night stands" Bobby said looking at Mark. Mark nodded "Drug use, partying, sorry I need to know everything" he expressed. Bobby nodded "Nothing, I go to some bars in the Village with friends but otherwise clean". Mark nodded "Anything tying you down preventing you from relocating?" he asked. Bobby shook his head "No my family are in Portland Oregon". Mark and Bobby continued their conversation inside the office and Josh was laying the table after Angelo and he finally stopped wrestling around, his eyes every so often would go to the office door wondering what they were talking about for so long as it was nearly an hour since they went inside and was now dark outside. Angelo placed a salad bowl on the table and saw Josh looking at the office door. "Okay Josh?" Angelo asked. Josh continued putting cutlery on the table "Yes I think so, what's going on?". Angelo smiled "I expect Mark is warning him about you". Josh stopped and looked at Angelo "I'm not that bad" he retorted chuckling. Angelo laughed "No about how we would protect you". Josh hugged Angelo "Thanks for making me welcome and looking out for me". Angelo kissed his head "Family Josh. Ethan stood there tapping his foot "When you have finished with by man" he laughed. Josh swaggered over to Ethan "Want to fight for him bitch". Ethan put the glasses on the table and smiled at Josh "Bring it on" he said lunging forward to Josh. Angelo stepped over the two of them rolling around on the floor play fighting making loud noises which caused Mark and Bobby to open the office door and look at them. Bobby smiled laughing "Now that is hot seeing these two fight". Mark put his hand on Bobby's shoulder "Wait till they get to the hicky biting attempts" Bobby watched Josh overpower Ethan with ease "It's quite arousing". Mark laughed "Surprised Ben hasn't jumped in, he is worse than Ethan". Josh had Ethan pinned to the floor "Come on Barbie doll fight back, oh wait you can't" he said laughing. Mark and Bobby went back in to the office and closed the door as he pointed to the two seats at the computer desk. Bobby was nervous as hell as he was about to speak to David and Madeline Davenport, he was still a little in the dark about what he was being interviewed for so he just went with the flow. Josh got Ethan in a bearhug on the floor and was about to attempt the hicky bite, he felt the powerful arms of Angelo lifting him off Ethan 'No you don't' he said laughing and putting Josh on his feet. But Ethan swooped at his chance and began to give Josh a hicky on his calf, Josh struggled but couldn't get his leg free from Ethan's grip and began complaining to Angelo who just stood and laughed until Ethan let go and left Josh with a red mark on his leg. Angelo picked Ethan up and smacked him lightly on the ass telling them both to get on helping. All the dinner preparation was done so they now sat in the kitchen waiting for Mark and Bobby for a further 15 minutes until they finally appeared. Ben sat next to Josh "I forgot to ask how is your college course going did you pass the exam?" he asked Josh nodded "Yes, I'm thinking about maybe getting a job like you have done". Angelo sat down "What computer science did you do Josh?". Josh sipped his coke "Web design and management, I actually found it really easy got 97% on my exam". "Well done there is always lots of jobs for web designers" Angelo replied "I will see if anyone I know needs one". Josh smiled "Really, oh fab thanks Angelo" he said as the office door opened. Mark looked at them both "What's going on?" he asked. "Josh has just passed his college degree in web design" Angelo answered. "Well done Josh" Mark said and came round to give him a kiss "Web design eh". Angelo saw Mark was mulling on something "I know that look" he said. Bobby went round and patted Josh on the shoulder "Well done". Josh tingled at his touch and smiled before saying thank you to him, they all wandered through to the dining room and sat down for dinner which started off as a very noisy affair until everyone started eating, each of the boys talking with animation to Bobby whilst Mark and Angelo watched and chatted amongst themselves. Mark gave Angelo a knowing nod towards Bobby indicating that his idea had gone well with his parents, but more so they were carefully gauging how Josh was interacting with Bobby. To their happiness they could see that Josh had completely changed in a matter of hours as he was more engaged and looked to be finally putting Franco out of his head. When they finally finished eating Angelo and Mark allowed the boys to have a glass of wine. There was something that Josh found intriguing about Bobby as he could hardly take his eyes off him and as it turned out it there was only a 4 year difference between them. Mark tapped his fork on the table "Guys" they all stopped talking and looked at Mark. Ben and Ethan did the same "Guys" they sat giggling to each other. "Very funny" Mark said "Ben I have two words for you... Baseball Cap". Ethan looked at Mark then Ben "What does that mean?" Ben laughed "Means he is going to wear a baseball cap and jock strap tonight". "Get a picture I want to see it" Josh said "I bet he is as hot as fuck dressed like that". "Josh!" Mark said looking shocked but chuckling "Well Ben likes it and what it means" Bobby sat laughing then Josh looked at him "No way" Bobby said. Ethan sat with his arms folded looking sternly at Angelo "What's that look for?" Angelo said. Ethan "You got one as well?" he said trying to stifle his laugh. Angelo tutted and shook his head "Mi madre" he said "Yes I do" he laughed. Ethan laughed "Looks like we are all getting baseball capped tonight". "I'm not" Josh said with a funny sad look on his face. Bobby looked at him "Is that an invitation then?" he asked feeling comfortable enough to join in. Mark chuckled "I got a spare one upstairs but only if I get to see you wear it" he said to Bobby. "Oi" Ben stood up "We all get to see him wear it" followed with laughter from everyone. Bobby smiled shaking his head "Where is it then?" he suddenly blurted out. Mark shouted "Come on this is getting out of hand, it's like having kids" he said looking at Bobby and Angelo. "Spoil sport" Ben remarked winking at Mark who smiled back. "Anyway, Bobby has accepted a job with my parents in LA" Mark announced to the group. Josh nodded but the smile had left his face "Oh that's what all the talking was about". Mark stood "Just one thing left" he looked at Bobby "Lets get you in a jock strap for the boys". Bobby shrugged his shoulders "Come on then". The boys sat excitedly on the bed waiting for Angelo and Mark and Bobby who went in to the bathroom to change, Mark gave Bobby and Angelo each a jock strap and baseball cap. Outside the boys undressed down to their underwear so not to make the others feel uncomfortable. Ben kissed Josh then Ethan and Ethan kissed Josh and they laid down on the bed waiting for the show to begin. Angelo held it up "Hell Mark, only for you would I do this" he said. Mark chuckled "I think it's more for Ethan. We don't normally do this sort of thing Bobby". Bobby laughed then had a serious look on his face "Tell me about Josh and Franco, is it serious?" he asked. Angelo looked at him "Franco is straight so probably will never happen, why do you ask?" Bobby took his pants off "I quite like him" he replied. Mark chuckled "I think you more than like him" he said looking at Bobby. "Well we have only just met, but yes I guess it is more than just quite like him" he replied Angelo looked at Bobby smiling "I'm getting to like you Bobby". Mark laughed "That's the best compliment you will get from him" he said slipping on his baseball cap. Bobby looked "Fuck you do look mighty fine Mark" he said and Angelo looked and nodded. "Yeah Ben loves it as he knows he will get a good fucking when I dress like a jock" Mark replied laughing. Angelo chuckled "So when did all this start?" he asked. "In LA he strangely got turned on whilst shopping as I had a worn a baseball cap then" Mark replied smiling. Bobby laughed "And that was it?" he asked. Mark laughed "Well when he saw me in the jock strap as well he just went berserk sexually that is". Angelo looked out the window "Don't think we are going very far tonight". Bobby looked out "Hell that's deep now I will never get back to NY". Mark was looking at his ass in the mirror "You can stay the night" he said casually. "No it's fine I will get a room at the B&B in town" Bobby replied. "Nonsense you are staying here with us" Angelo replied bringing the conversation to a close. Bobby saw Angelo's back "Sorry dude the tattoo on your back I mean is..." "Yes it does mean what your thinking" Angelo replied before he could finish his sentence. Bobby ran his hand along it "Amazing" he said quietly. Mark watched "Doesn't shock you?" he asked. Bobby looked at him and winked "Not at all" he pulled his briefs down revealing a small scorpion over his groin. Angelo smiled and hugged Bobby "I knew I liked you" quick as a flash they kissed until Bobby pushed him off. "Sorry that was a bit weird" Bobby looked embarrassed. Mark laughed "One thing Bobby we have a very affectionate bond in our little family group". Bobby looked confused "Family group?". Angelo nodded "Yup we are very open and close in our own little family". "Oh right well I don't think I am quite in this family" Bobby said looking at Angelo. Angelo laughed "Let's just say the three in the bedroom like you, that's good enough for us". "Right, this is quite a lot to take in" Bobby replied. Mark ran his hand down Bobby's hairy chest following the treasure trail "Just never hurt anyone". Bobby smiled at the touch of Mark's hand "You mean Josh?". Angelo put his arm around Bobby's shoulder laughing "Yes, he may not be open to relationship now but take it slowly". Bobby couldn't resist touching Angelo "Oh god your body is to die for" Angelo smiled and kissed him gently. Angelo looked at Bobby "We kind of hope you and Josh will hit it off he needs some happiness". Bobby hugged Angelo "No promises, I like what I see so far I just need to get to know him". "But" Mark hinted as Bobby's sentence trailed off. Bobby looked out of the window "Well If I move to LA it will but a dampener on things". Mark smiled "Distance shouldn't be an obstacle if it is right" he replied. Mark opened the door and they walked out of the bathroom to wolf whistles and nods of approval, all eyes immediately went to Bobby and Ethan winked at Josh and mouthed 'Fuck yes", just like Mark had said in the bathroom Ben just turned in to a crazy sex monster flinging himself around Mark and totally ignoring the others he began kissing Mark and making squealing noises of delight as his hormones sped around his body, Mark collapsed on to top of Ben grinding his hips up to Ben's ass. "Oh god I think they are going to do it in front of us" Ethan remarked "I've never seen Ben like that". "Fuck that is one sex possessed lad" Angelo remarked. Ethan turned to look at Angelo "Nice but I prefer you naked" Angelo took he baseball cap off "Naked I said". Angelo laughed and kissed Ethan "Really" he felt Ethan's hand slip around the jock strap but he stopped him. Ethan smiled "Later, make love to me" he whispered. Angelo nodded "You know I will always do that". Josh sat opened mouth looking at Bobby "Oh wow" he said admiring his body. Bobby looked at Josh smiling "Oh yes you sexy little fucker" he said walking towards Josh. Josh was kneeling on the bed and Bobby pushed him flat on his back and leaned over "Now kiss me" Josh grabbed Bobby pulling him down on top of him as they looked each other in the eye with burning desire. Josh's body quivered as he looked deep into Bobby's eyes, the sensations he was feeling were unlike anything he had experienced before with a man. He couldn't put his finger on it but the eyes of Bobby just seemed to be drawing him in as if they were saying to him that this is me and I am the one you have wanted and needed your entire life. His hands caressed Bobby's arms and body it was as if he had to touch him to feel it was real. Bobby was very aware of how Josh was staring at him as he laid underneath, his body not quite touching Josh's but the electricity he was feeling from Josh's touch began to weaken his restraint. Far from the typical man he would pick up the charm and charisma that Josh exuded made him even more attractive than just his youthful boyish looks that lead to a mischievous minx underneath. He leaned forward and gently kissed Josh on the lips who released a soft moan, gradually he increased the pressure and length of each kiss. Slowly Josh's lips parted with each ensuing kiss from Bobby, each kiss was tender but firm in a deliberate act of enticement until Josh slightly arched his back and gave a partial sigh and moan as he felt Bobby's tongue passing over his lips and teeth seeking his own tongue, Bobby grabbed Josh's arms and pinned them above his head. Lost in their own world Bobby heard in the distance a voice 'That's so sweet', he suddenly remembered they were not alone and released Josh from their kiss. He looked around to see the other 4 watching them with smiles on their faces. "Come on let me show you to your room" Mark said standing up with his erect cock poking out of his jockstrap. Angelo stood up and pulled Ethan up "Time for some Angelo love baby" he said carrying Ethan out of the room. "Hurry back Mark" Ben said seductively wriggling his body on the bed. Bobby took Josh's hand and followed Mark "Thank you for letting me stay" he said to Mark. Mark smiled and closed the door behind him leaving Bobby and Josh alone for the first time.

I guess I'd better give my public what it wants, huh? Heh heh. PART THREE Robert's mouth was completely full of this powerful alpha male's engorged member, and he was loving every second of it, deep throating him, licking up and down the shaft, kissing and licking around the bulbous head and foreskin. By this point, he was basically drooling with saliva uncontrollably and getting the cock nice and wet. He could feel every bump of flesh, every bulging vein, the smooth texture of the glans, and the soft folds of skin in the foreskin, which, when loose enough, he sucked between his lips and pulled between his teeth, ever so gently. "Right. I think you're ready for this now. Bend over and show me your ass." Said the black guy, helping Robert move in to position, while he sat on the couch. "Fuck yeah, bitch. My kinda slut." Robert then felt two strong hands on either of his asscheeks prying them apart, exposing his sweet hole to the air, and this dominant man's breath. The man blew gently on his hole, causing Robert to gasp with surprise and pleasure, just before Robert felt the soft, warm and moist flesh of the guy's tongue licking him all over his ass, paying special attention to his hole, giving him the rimming of a lifetime. Robert was seeing stars, his cock rock hard to the point of being uncomfortable, threatening of being just on the verge of coming. "Aaaahhh.... oooooh... aaaaahhh..... mmmmmmm..... yyyyyeeeeeaahhh" Robert moaned, more and more gently and passionately.... getting more and more effeminate with each sigh or moan of pleasure. SLAP!!!! A big strong hand came down on his ass hard. "Definitely MY slut now, aren't ya?" The guy asked, seemingly very proud of his efforts. SLAP!! "Ahhhh" SLAP!! "Owww" SLAP!! "Please...." "Please what, bitch?" The guy asked, teasingly. "It hurts, Daddy". Robert replied. The guy started rubbing his ass with a flat hand over where he had been spanking the boy, rubbing the red raw flesh, making it warm, and kissed it. "Does it? It seems to me you're enjoying it" He replied, grabbing Robert's cock through his jock strap. "I think you need this more than you realise". SLAP!! "You're a naughty little bitch, a slut, a whore, and you're getting something VERY special, tonight." SLAP!!! "Ahhh". With this, the guy reached to where his clothes were, and removed the belt from his pants, then instructed Robert to kneel submissively in front of him, hands resting on his thighs, feet underneath his buttocks. He made a loop with the belt, with the buckle loose, and put it around Robert's neck, not choking him, but secured it tight enough to have some control if movement, like a leash... and then.... SLAP!!!! He slapped the young man in the face again. Hard. "You're a piece of shit, ya know that?" SLAP! "Whore." SLAP! "Don't fight this, I am under control of you and I will give you what you need. You don't have a choice now, do you? You may answer." The guy raised his hand above Robert's head, preparing to administer another slap to his now bright red face, and Robert was doing his best to not cry, but something was welling up inside him. Part sadness, part wanting this man to comfort him, the pain and sting of his face, not knowing what to do next, and wanting to obey, not just out of fear... but out of excitement. Out of doing something extremely kinky that he hadn't done before. Out of breaking some taboos. Out of becoming broken, and finally ready to really be the total faggot he was meant to be. "Well? You want this, right, slut?" The black guy asked. "Yes, please Daddy." Robert replied. "Treat me however you want, do whatever you want to do with me. Make me your slut." The guy chuckled a little. A sexy, slow, low chuckle. Almost a growl. Deep and low in pitch. "Just what I thought".

We just came back from the NYC Black Party, my BF Thad and my brother Jess are tired they are cuddled up in bed. I still wired from the best Black Party since it was at the Rose Land ballroom. Thad and I had been to Dark Odyssey Winter Fire event in Washington D.C. before, its a pansexual event with very few Gay men but we went for the classes and shopping. This year was different as we say many more and we knew some. Jess had never been at an event like this, and I think its good for him to see how other people play, as there many Queers, CIS people, and lesbians. Friday night we are going to have some fun with Jess in the public play area as Thad, and I get off having people watch us play, Jess is a little scared, but that is how the fun starts. Jess is naked except for his chastity device and his slave chain as that is to let others know Jess is own property. We tie him to the cross, and we take turns flogging his back and butt cheeks. It is not all about the pain as after a few hits we rub our body against him and whisper in his ear about how good he is doing. We can see some people stopping by and watching us play. Jess back is red now its time to work on his butt cheeks, Thad is a sadist with a cane and wants to put some lasting marks on Jess butt cheeks. We tie Jess to the bench and Thad goes to work on his ass nice an slow so after each stroke of the cane I put my dick in Jess' mouth, and skull fuck him. Jess will be feeling these cane marks for some time as Thad has broken the skin in a few places. They have DMs Dungeon Monitors walking around they have not said a word, but there is a crowd watching us. After we finish we clean up the area and take care of Jess cleaning to make sure he is not bleeding plus we are waiting for a suspension rig to put Jess on. We first ask Jess how he is feeling about being suspended, and the smile on his face says it all. Both Thad and I are good with rope as we are members of the NYC Bondage Club and we go and tie each other up or friends. Since Jess is like me in body size and also goes to yoga classes, we are both flexible. Jess is going to be tied up, so we have access to his mouth and ass can be fuck, and then we have a swivel, so Thad and I can stand still, and we spin Jess around every 30 seconds. For Jess, this is not going to be a loving fuck but as hard as we can go for 30 seconds and then turn. Thad slams his dick in Jess hole but to be nice, we put some spunk lube in his ass as Jess still has a boy hole. Spunk is good for ass to mouth as its taste is not to bad for most. We are going at it, and out the corner of my eye I see Andre and some of his friends, and they sit down and watch as we fuck the crap out of Jess. Thad and I are having a fantastic, but Jess is moaning like he does not want us to stop as we both are ready to explode, but all loads have to go in Jess ass as after our loads are his hole our dicks have to be clean. Andre is still sitting on the floor with his brothers; they are all members of ONYX which is a Black Leather group out on NYC. Andre fuck me once, and he can fuck for hours with that 9-inch piece of black meat. When we have Jess down and put a plug in his ass, so Jess does not go leaking all over the hotel, Andre wants to talk he introduce us to his friends who we don't know. I can see in Andre's eyes he has the hots for Jess. They are in the backup hotel around the corner in an executive room and says that we are welcome to a PNP party. I tell Andre Jess does not PNP, and he is ok with that, but he wants to get into Jess hole and that I OK with that. Saturday During the day we attend classes and people even females say that was a HOT scene we did last night. I guess the way CIS males look at lesbians having sex women like looking at Gay males having kinky sex. I ask Jess a few times how he is feeling, and he is on an endorphin rush still LOL so would I. I bought a 2-foot whip that is perfect for small areas and try it out on my brother ass which has some deep marks from the canning Thad gave him last night, the whip is perfect. We get some sleep in the late afternoon, get good and cleaned out as it's going to be a long fun night. When Andre opens the door, it looks like a football team is in the room. WOW as Thad is Asian Jess and I are 1/2 Mexican, and except for Andre they all look fantastic with rip mussels out of some bodybuilding competition. Andre grabs Jess and takes him to the air mattress on the floor. They tied off my arm as I see the blood registered and administered, I was given a slam as I cough my brains out and as soon as I stop coughing a dick was in my mouth, and I could feel the head of a dick entering me. I could see Jess with his legs over shoulders and Andre was fucking as hard and as fast as he could, but the moans of pleasure from Jess I knew he was having fun. After the third load in my ass, I feel fingers and hear someone say you have any Crisco. You can smell Crisco as he lubes my hole and his hand goes right in and says it's nice to have an ass like this as they don't scream they just open themselves up with moans of to go deeper. Andre is off my brother, and he had to be there for close to one hour getting pilled drive fuck as Andre is sweating like he just came out of a shower. Jess is just sitting there with a look of WOW on his face. I have no idea what they are doing with Thad, but from the noises, I'm hearing he is enjoying himself as I'm given another slam as I'm getting punch fisted passed the wrist. I see Jess is now laying on top of someone with a dick in his ass and mouth and now someone else is sticking there dick in so Jess is about to get his first DP. Jess is in some discomfort, but right now has no choice as three dicks are in his body and any one of them is twice his weight, so right now Jess is just more than fuck meat. The three of us took on these men, and my brother is in the corner whit a smile on contentment on his face as we get ready to leave. We brought diapers as we will all be leaking something out of our well-used holes. In the morning I look at the diapers Jess took off, and there was some blood, and at first, he freaks out, but I explained since you are on PrEP, you will be ok, but you still have to go to get checked out to see if you have some other type of STD. The new problem Jess wants to PNP and go off PrEP.

I was eighteen, short for my age at just five foot and very slim. Often people thought I was younger, but my Id proved them wronged. While I generally enjoyed school, I hated sports and took every opportunity to avoid them. When, however, I could not get out of sports, I usually tended to go for cross country runs, probably because they involved no physical contact. Looking back now, however, I see one of those cross country runs set me on a path for life. Our runs took us for miles, through urban areas and also through woodland and parks. On such runs naturally the urge to urinate would eventually arise, but my rule of thumb was to hold-out as long as I could, even if the act of running was exacerbating the necessity. One one particular run I found myself increasingly desperate, so when, as I entered a woodland, I spotted a sign for some public toilets, I immediately padded down the path through the bushes and trees and came to a secluded toilet. Entering, it took a bit before my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness compared to the bright sunlight outside. A sort of twilight, lit purely from whatever daylight managed to filter through the small and dirty windows at a high level on one wall. I stepped over to the urinals and, fishing my penis out from the leg of my shorts, let go a long stream of piss from my bursting bladder. As I finished I realised that a tall man was also standing at the end urinal and seemed to be watching me intently. Somewhat innocently I turned as I rearranged my shorts and our eyes met. Then he glanced down and my eyes automatically followed. He turned slightly and I saw this huge erection jutting from his trousers with two heavy balls hanging below. I stared fascinated. It was the first mans cock I had ever seen, and it was enormously erect with a big swollen purple head that glistened moistly. His hand was wrapped around the shaft and he slowly eased it back and forth, the foreskin rolling over the head as he did so. A big drop of fluid emerged from the end and hung there obscenely, glistening in the dim light. "Come here", he said authoritatively. As if hypnotized, my legs propelled me in his direction, stopping a foot or so in front of him, only for him to reach over, grab my hair with one hand, as his other hand covered my mouth. The shock brought me to my senses, but too late. His fingers were woven into my hair and he forced my head down relentlessly until my face was level with his swollen member. A small biohazard symbol was tattooed to the upper left of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand were being forced into my mouth and he pried my teeth apart until my mouth gaped open. He then slid the swollen moist head of his cock between my lips commanding "Don't try to shout or scream boy. Just enjoy it. Oh, and don't bite me or I'll hurt you," he admonished, removing his fingers so that my lips clamped around the head. I was disgusted but his grip of my hair prevented me from moving my head. He slowly eased his cock further into my mouth until the head hit the back of my mouth at the top of my throat. He moaned and then started thrusting slowly back and forth. He had about four inches in my mouth and transferred his hands to hold my ears while he settled into a rhythm, my saliva and his precum lubricating the thrusts. As he raped my mouth I adjusted to the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. It seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes. But he was not satisfied with this and his bell end increasingly bashed against the back of my mouth. Then he held me firmly by the ears as he pushed the head into my throat. "Stop teasing me boy and take it right down your throat. You know you want it.," he said. I gagged and resisted and my arms flailed about as I struggled to resist. But then I heard one of the cubicle doors creak open and realised we had been watched by another man. He came over and grabbed both of my arms pulling them together behind me. At this the first man forced his cock into my throat, ignoring my gagging, and started a brutal throat rape. His cock stretched my throat open and his cock rammed a couple of inches into my gullet. "That's it, throat-rape the little slut," I heard a new voice, as the second man encouraged the first man. I was now held firmly by the ears and wrists and couldn't struggle. "Hang on a minute, let's strip him," , he added and he grasped both my wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull my tee shirt over my head. He then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back using my own tee shirt. The first man resumed his rape of my throat, slamming his swollen cock into my gullet and into my throat. The second man then pulled my shorts down to my ankles and raised one of my feet to free the shorts completely. This unbalanced me and I fell forward, impaling myself fully on the tool reaming my throat. Pubic hair was ground into my face as my throat accepted the full length. "Yes, take it!", I heard the first man say and he started long dicking my throat to the hilt. I gasped for air and my breathing rasped noisily as I struggled to breathe around the thick shaft. At the same time I felt my buttocks being parted and a finger pushing into my virgin boyhole. It was withdrawn and the second man spat onto my hole, reinserting the finger to the knuckle. Then a second finger was thrust in alongside stretching my hole open. The man worked my hole loosening it up. Then he pulled out his fingers, kicked my legs apart and I felt his cock head against my spittle wet hole. He held my hips and pushed the head inside. The pain was excruciating, but my groans were muted by the cock raping my throat and my efforts to complain just opened my throat more. The second man pushed and slowly forced his cock further and further in, deeper than I thought possible. Eventually, with one savage thrust his cock was in to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against my virgin buttocks. "God his cunt is tight", he said. "I think he's a virgin", responded the first,"lets break him in as a pussy boy, I need to dump this toxic load". The second man started thrusting in and out, long smooth strokes that pulled my hole inside out on each exit stroke. Together they long-dicked me both ends synchronizing their strokes so that both ends were filled at the same time. I realised my only hope of surviving was to cooperate and try to relax both my throat and boy hole. "He's starting to enjoy it", one of them said and they settled in for a long session. A whistle announced the arrival of another man. "Hey John, who's your new fuckboy then?" "He's letting you do him bareback. He obviously doesn't know you," I heard. It seemed the new arrival already knew at least one of the first two. "Didn't give him a choice, but he wants it now, Just see how he's taking it and he's gonna get my spunk soon." "You wanna bit of him too?" "Damn right, I'll just get my mate from the van and we'll do him after you." With that he briefly left, returning after a couple of minutes with his mate who asked "Fuck, he's a cute young pussy boy. What's his cunt like?" "Fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in a minute," the first man added. At the same time the rate of his thrusts increased, his shaft swelled even thicker and harder as he pulled my ears tightly, thrusting fully into my throat. His cock pulsated as a stream of hot thick cum poured into my throat. Withdrawing his cock so his head alone remained in my mouth, his balls continued pumping volley after volley into my mouth. "Swallow boy, get used to it," he ordered. I complied, the thick spunk sliding downing my throat as I urgently sought to swallow it all. It tasted funny, sort of salty. I can't say I was sorry when the spurts of cum slowed down, not because I didn't enjoy swallowing his load, but rather if only to catch my breath, only to have him withdraw completely, wiping his cock head on my lips as he muttered "Fuck, that was amazing." "I'm gonna cum too, take my poz load.", the second man said. Shit it made sense. The biohazard and toxic talk. They had HIV and they were cumming in me. I struggled but to no avail. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I felt his hot spunk shooting into my guts, holding it fully in as he filled my boyhole, the hot spunk searing the tenderised insides. Then he too pulled out and a rush of cool air replaced his cock in my ravaged hole. The muscles contracted, closing my ring and preventing the big load of spunk from sliding out. I could feel it sliming about inside. I felt relieved that was over, but I hadn't counted on the two new arrivals. As I looked up the two arrivals, both black men were stripping off. I stared fascinated, one had a long thick erection about 10 inches with a massive cock head while the other had a slightly shorter 9 inches but really thick. They both started to wank their shafts, and I watched, fascinated, as the one in front of me rolled his thick foreskin back over the bell shaped head and it became rock hard with a large drop of precum glistening obscenely at the tip. I started to panic but the first quickly grabbed my head and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth. My lipsstretched to accommodate it all as he slid in along my tongue and into mythroat. At the same time his mate lined his cock up to my open boyhole and thrust in all the way, his massive tool like a bottle stretching the tender walls of my boyhole. I felt spunk running down my legs as the savage battering forced it out. The savage rape of my holes was now taken over by these two black men with huge cocks. "Hold him steady will you", one of them said and the first two men took up a position on each side of me pulling my arms and holding me tightly and rigid. Sweat was pouring down my face and dripped to the floor and my breath rasped noisily as I stuggled to inhale. My throat had become an open channel to the massive invader long dicking me at each thrust. His mate was synchronizing his thrusts so that both were embedded to the hilt together. Fortunately the thick load of spunk lining my boyhole made the anal rape less painful and I focussed on just staying conscious. Suddenly both men stopped, as if by some signal and dragged me into a cubicle. One sat down on the toilet and pulled me back to sit on him, impaled on his engorged cock. It slid fully inside to the hilt. The second black guy grabbed my ankles and drew my legs up to his shoulders, my white socks and trainers each side of his head. His cockhead brushed against my stuffed boyhole. Then slowly he pushed forward and against all resistance forced his cockhead in also. He held a hand over my mouth and suppressed my screams as he pushed further and further into my hole. I must have passed out because after a bit I came to with both cocks fully embedded in my cunt. I felt stretched beyond what was possible. The sitting guy raised me by the hips until both massive cocks were almost out – just the big heads inside my newly formed boy pussy. Then he slammed me back down and the two massive black cocks mashed together expanding my cunt to its limits. Againand again, faster and faster, and gradually the wilder the doublefuck became the more I began to enjoy the invasion and ignore the pain. Slamming in and out, sliding against each other, their two dicks fought, tearing through the last remains of my sweet boyhood. And the tender walls of my newly formed cunt fitted the double fuckpoles like a glove. Then suddenly my head was pulled down to one side as a third guy forced his cock into my mouth and started raping my throat. My boyhole was stretched beyond its limits to take the savage double fuck that was happening and my lips were numb and my throat raw into its brutal rape. I managed to slip my wrists from the tee shirt and clung on to the thighs of the guy under me. Suddenly the door swung open. From the corner of one eye I could see 2 new guys had arrived and were enjoying the spectacle. Here I was, an 18 year old slutboy, naked and being gangraped brutally and at the same time enjoying my conversion into a hollow fucktube. They opened their trouser flys and started pounding their big cocks. It seemed to continue for ages. Eventually I could feel the two cocks in my boy hole speed up further and I felt them expand. One guy and then the other started shooting a huge double load deep into my guts. Then the third guy rammed his cock deep into my throat to the hilt and held it there. I felt it pulsing and throb as jet after jet of thick cum was unloaded deep in my throat. After a minute he pulled his still semi erect cock from my throat, pulled up his jeans and just left without saying anything. I slumped forward against the standing black guy. "Wassup boi?" he asked. But I was too exhausted to reply. He stepped back and the guy under me pushed me forward. I slumped forward onto the floor, naked and sweating, with cum seeping from my cunt and a dribble trailing from my swollen mouth and lips. "You've now got a pussy both ends boi", the first black guy said, pushing a thick finger into my swollen pussy, and the both laughed obscenely. I just lay on the dirty stinking piss covered floor as they dressed, too shattered to move. "We've got some mates who wud love to use you boi, so if you want you can be out new white pussyboi. Just be here next Friday at 5.30 after work". Then they turned and left laughing. The two guys who had been watching now pulled me onto all fours and one stuffed his swollen cock deep into my throat while the other rammed his cock into my tender raped cunthole. They rammed in and out to the hilt until they too unloaded their spunk into me. Then they simply let me slump back to the ground and left laughing. I lay there for a while gathering my senses, then crawled around and found my shorts and tee shirt. I pulled them back on and managed to stagger from the toilet into the sunlight outside. Bow legged with cum seeping from my ravaged hole I slowly headed back to school and decided to tell them I had got lost and beaten up by some youths. But I wondered if my throat and new pussy would be sufficiently recovered for next Friday and wondered how many mates they had and how much I could take. It wouldn't be long before I found out...

I didn’t mean to cheat on my husband. It was just a weird set of circumstances that led me to it; I dropped my car off for its annual service, the garage sent a driver to get me to work and said they would clean and deliver my car back later that afternoon. And then the call, “sorry, we need a part and not expecting it to arrive until tomorrow, unfortunately all of our courtesy cars are being used so I have no back up car to offer you at this time.” “No problem” I replied “I can get a lift.” A quick call to my husband revealed he had Head Office meetings and would be late home, “Get a taxi you cheap skate.” Rather than a taxi…I thought the bus station is just around the corner from work plus the bus stops close to home so that will do nicely. I hadn’t been to a bus station in decades but my mind was racing back to my formative gay teen years sucking cock through glory holes in public toilets. I have time, I’ll just have a quick look and check out if they are still here, fully expecting to finding them all gone. Wow what a throw back, the smell of stale piss hit me as I entered the empty toilet block. Six cubicles to the right and at a right angle a long stained stainless-steel trough. I was both nervous and excited as hell as I checked out the cubicles. Plenty of graffiti, mobile numbers, hook up details, piss and cum splashes on the sticky floor and huge glory holes in all but two traps. Fresh cum streaks down the walls let me know they were still active, very active. My cock instantly stirred in my pants, swelling nicely to half hard…and then I heard the outer door open so quickly ducked to the trough pretending to piss as my now raging hard on prevented any chance of urinating. The young lad – a student I guess with black hair, thin wispy beard stood close to me, unzipped and just stood there. I couldn’t hear his piss hitting the steel, so after a while I looked right, eyes down to check him out…fuck! He was slowly jacking a huge cock, thick and long, very long, big black cock long. I involuntarily licked my lips. He picked up on my action and smiled, gestured with a nod of his head to go to the cubicles, my mind was already racing as my cock led me forwards to some long-suppressed paradise as I went into one and he entered the adjacent one. Closing the door, unbuttoning my suit trousers, then sitting, legs spread, stroking my now extremely hard dick I heard the door of the other cubicle close, followed by the sounds of a coat being hung up, he turned to face me letting me watch him wriggle out of his jeans and then rub his leaking cock full to bursting out of his brilliant white briefs that were straining to contain the growing monster trapped within the fabric. He moved forwards allowing me full view of his now naked hardness. After a moment of watching his cock rise, two of my fingers went through the glory hole, an age old obvious invitation, I am both nervous yet increasingly unable to contain my excitement. As I withdrew my fingers his cock came through, the thick head could barely fit through the hole... But made its way in as it entered into my stall. Slowly, more and more of it came through until all 9-10 inches were now through and pointing straight up. I licked my lips again as I kept stroking my cock transfixed by the pulsing and straining cock expectantly poked through a hole in the wall. I began stroking my painfully hard erection, almost losing control and getting off just from the reality of playing with another man’s cock rather than my partners or my own. My breathing was growing louder and faster in rhythm with my pumping fist, lost in the magic of our rigid cocks. Fuck I wanted his cock sooooooooo bad but I felt like the genie in the bottle, once I start giving this stranger a blow job there will be no going back. I held on just watching, fuck it looked beautiful, twitching with each heartbeat and with each throb a clear bead of pre-cum was pumped out the piss slit. There was so much, I watched hypnotised, as it run down the shaft and along the bulging length long cum tube like a mini river of fluid and just as it reached the base of his cock, almost ready to soak into the wood I instinctively leant forwards, stuck out my tongue and lapped it up. The Genie was released, no going back now! My tongue running up the underside of this magnificent cock scooping up all the pre-cum I could get, digging in to his piss slit and then swirling around the rubbery corona then back down making love to the velvety skin and that magnificent cum tube. His loud moans indicating I was doing something right! I pulled off, the heat and musk combined into a heady aphrodisiac that drove me onwards. I told myself that I would only just take it in my mouth for a short while, I wasn't going to do anything else, just enjoy sucking on this huge cock until my jaw ached…which by the size of it would not take long. As my lips engulfed the hard dick, another moan came from the lad on the other side of the stall. Hearing that moan really set something off in my head I became curious to see if I could fit all of it in my mouth and I could tell he was getting impatient as the hole was just wide enough for him to begin thrusting deeper in my mouth. I was getting off on this lad moaning because of what I was doing to him and his huge cock. He loved how my mouth felt around his cock head. His thrashing increased and with copious amounts of precum flowing his whole cock suddenly popped fully down my throat, cutting off my air supply. I panicked, gagged and had to ease back. Tears and snot ran down my face but I soon dove back down, now enjoying having my throat raped as it pulsed all around his shaft. The lad began moaning louder. "Fuck.... Uhhh... Yeeeerrrrrr……aaaahhh….YESSSSSSSSSS!!" After a moment or two, he stood back, breaking the contact and his cock, like some snake disappeared backwards leaving me crestfallen. Had I done something wrong? No! His fingers now beckoned. My cock was ready, no reason to hesitate, I stood put it against his fingers, and he is now lightly tugging and stroking me with those fingers. My cock disappeared through the hole as he tugged it in his side and a warm wetness took over me so completely I was lost momentarily at how good it felt. My willing and hopeful cock twitched and pumped out precum with sensations that were new yet oh so familiar, the pleasure kept rising as I sank deeper into this stranger's mouth, utterly lost in his willing cock sucking and my need to shoot. The lad was a natural, his skills belying his age and done with such loving care that I just want more! Only he pulls off leaving my pelvis pressed up hard against the partition my cock jumping, precum dribbling. I hear a loud grunt, then, “damn…Oh fuck yeah!” Then his hand wraps around my dick and pumps it a few times…and yet whilst I’m enjoying the attention I swear I hear, “Umm, umfff, Ahhh” from the other side of the partition each time his hand moves down my shaft. Lucky for me his mouth soon engulfs my cock again it feels as if he is powerfully thrust forwards, rocks back then forward again. My thought train is momentarily thrown...was that another man’s grunting I then heard? Then I know I hear a regular thump, thump, thump…wft is that? My mind is racing now; I hear a similar sound as my balls rock against the wall then the lad is pushed deep onto my dick deep throating me…fuck I won’t last much longer especially as in my mind “my” cocksucker is being fucked through the gloryhole the other side of him. Images flashed through my mind of this dirty cumdump, a diseased cumdump, taking all loads, getting Pozzed up. Fuck where did that thought spring from? I don’t know but at the thought of it my cock felt super hard, like it would explode, I felt my balls tingle and bang they draw up, no stopping NOW! Words tumble out of my mouth in a pleasure driven random order, “fuck yeah...good...fuck..ing hot...cock sucker...fuck...yes. ..no, stop...fuc…king great.” I was completely overcome from his tongue and mouth actions. An explosive long orgasm, harder than I can ever remember, 5, 6 no 7 long spurts blast down his gulping throat as I just kept cumming and he kept on sucking my cock without easing up, his swallowing of my baby batter just part of the intense connection between us. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. I couldn’t believe it, normally after cumming my cock is so sensitive but here in this situation I was still hard as the lad continued nursing my rock-hard cock slurping every last drop of cum from my piss slit until eventually it shrivelled from 7 to a limp 3 inches. I pulled my cock back through the hole sat down, slightly dizzy from my massive ejaculation. I wiped myself clean not wanting to leave any tell-tale snail trial in my underwear and, as I sat there I could see movement still happening in the cubicle next door. I stooped down to peer through the hole to see “my” lad backed up on the partition wall of the adjoining stall, bent forwards smiling at me as I clearly saw a pair of legs pressed up against that wall see-sawing away in hard jabbing motions making sure my lad was receiving a good fucking. I don’t know why, but all I thought of was him getting bred filled with a diseased cum load knocking him up before my eyes. There was a loud grunt, then “Take it!” as the legs thrust forwards…in that same moment “my” cocksucker’s cock cum tube expanded as cum erupted in an explosive series of spurts splattering against the wall before running down the wall and pooling on the floor. I couldn’t help but reach down smear my fingers through his cum and take a taste, I then zipped up and got out to join the bus queue. A short while later “my” boy came up to me, said “That was fun, here’s my number, call me” as he pushed a scrap of paper and kissed me in front of everyone and walked off into the distance. On the bus home I read his note, Aaron and a mobile number was all it had written down…I punched his name and number in my phone… I didn’t go back to the public toilets for over a week, half frightened of how far I might go if temptation presented itself and half expecting, no waiting to see if I broke out in some type of visible infection. Guilt makes you do funny things. To be continued ?

CLICK. The door slowly swings open inward, and I step into the apartment. Slipping the key back into the pocket of my shorts, I look around furtively as I close the door behind me, as quietly as possible. Good - no lights on, no sign of anyone here, I think with relief. When your buddy is the superintendent of a huge apartment building on the wrong side of town, you can get away with all kinds of shit. Tom clues me in on when his residents are away, gives me his copy of their key, and I grab whatever I can. He gets a third of the profits, since he's not taking as much of a risk as I am. He says this apartment belongs to a guy who lives alone. Seems like kind of a shy, nerdy type. Works some kind of IT job, keeps to himself. I don't ask too many questions - sounds like an easy target to me. If by chance he's there when I hit his place I'm sure I can clock him and get away before he has a chance to get at me. I pass the kitchen and head for the living room. Nothing promising here - books, TV, desktop computer. No laptop or iPad, nothing small and easy to grab. I decide to check the bedroom and circle back if there's nothing there. Suddenly there's a loud SMACK and the back of my head explodes in pain. Stunned, I drop to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I turn to look behind me and I'm immediately greeted by a fist to the right side of my face. I hit the floor. A strong pair of hands grabs me - one under my arm, and the other around my neck - and lifts me off the floor, and I get a good look at him for the first time. He's shorter than me - looks about 5'5" - wearing the typical IT guy uniform of khakis, a short sleeve dress shirt and tie, and glasses. Brown hair, weathered face, looks to be about 40. But holy shit, his chest and arms are bulging against his shirt. Fucking Tom...he didn't tell me the guy was a little fucking beast, I think. "You breaking in here to steal some shit? Huh? ANSWER ME, you fucking punk!" Still reeling from two quick blows to the head, I say nothing. I'm unsteady on my feet as it is, and his hand is crushing my windpipe. I'm seeing stars as I start to go down again. "No one fucking breaks into my place and gets away with it." He wrenches me around by the arm and hurls me backward over the back of the sofa. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! What the fuck are you doing in here??" His face is right in mine, so much so that his spit is all over my face. He eases his grip on my neck. "You're in here to steal my stuff, aren't you? Thought you could get away with it?" I stutter "Y- yeah." He grins wickedly. "Well too fucking bad for you that I caught you!! Now you're going to pay for it!" He grabs both arms and flips me over, so I'm flung face down over the back of his sofa. He pins both of my hands behind my back with one hand. I realize he's incredibly fucking strong, and even if I wasn't likely concussed he would have been able to overpower me pretty quickly in a fight. But despite knowing this, instinct kicks in, and I struggle against his grip, twisting my arms in an effort to free my hands and trying vainly to gain my balance enough to kick him in the nuts. "Oh no you don't!!" With his free hand, he smacks me across the back of the head again. Then he lands a blow to my right side, near my kidney. It completely takes the wind out of me. Suddenly, to my shock, he grabs the waistband of my gym shorts and rips them down to my knees in one quick motion. I'm left in just a t-shirt and my briefs. What the fuck is he doing, I panic in my brain. "You're nothing but a fucking punk bitch, and I'm going to put you in your goddamn place." SMACK. His open hand lands a sharp blow across my right ass cheek. I yowl in pain - it stings like a motherfucker. Before I have time to catch my breath, he lands another one. And another. And another. He alternates at random between my left and right ass cheeks. I pray to god the pain will lessen, but instead the more he spanks my ass, the more each blow stings. Tears are running hot and salty down my face as I scream. "OW! Stop it - OW! FUCK! GODDAMN YOU SICK BASTARD!" I hear him laugh. "Too late for that dumbass, you should have thought twice before breaking into my fucking apartment!" The spanking goes on for what seems like an hour - relentless blow after blow. I've never felt pain like this before. Finally, he pulls me up into a standing position using just the hand that's pinning my wrists to my back. The leverage wrenches both of my shoulders, which hurts like hell. I'm in pain, breathless and with my gym shorts and briefs around my ankles. I'm next to helpless. "You are in more trouble than you fucking know, punk. I've had a shitty fucking day and now you've given me every fucking reason to take it all out on you." He drags me, stumbling and dizzy, into the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I have enough of my wits to try rolling off the other side to put some distance between us - maybe I can get away from this fucking lunatic before I end up in pieces in a dumpster. But it doesn't work. He's too quick and too strong. He grabs my left leg and without me even realizing how he did it, it's tied to the bed frame using the necktie he was wearing. I try to yank my leg free but I can't. Before I know it, he's got me tied down, spread eagled and helpless, on his bed. He grins wickedly. "Fuck yeah, this is going to be fun." He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a jackknife. Oh god, he's going to kill me, I think. He turns to me and in one quick motion, slices through the front of my t-shirt, and then through the sleeves. The back side of the blade is cold as it passes over the skin of my upper arms. He rips the t-shirt off and out from under me. "What are you going to do?" I finally manage to stammer. "If you're going to kill me-" He laughs again. He reaches over and twists my left nipple. I gasp in pain. "Don't worry about that. I'm not a fucking killer. But trust me, what I have in mind is much more fun. To me, anyway." He then cuts easily through my gym shorts and briefs, still around my splayed-out legs, and pulls them off. He goes through my pocket and takes out my phone. Grabbing my hand, he forces my finger against the scanner and it unlocks. "Hmm, let's see .... Facebook ... in a relationship with Katie ... oh, and looks like we have mom and dad on here too, is that right?" "Y- yeah," I respond. He chuckles and points the camera at me. "They are going to love seeing this." He snaps a picture of my naked body, obscenely stretched out on this strange man's bed. "NO! Please, stop, don't do this!" "No? Then stop me. Oh wait, you can't!" He's right and I know it. He laughs again, throwing my phone on his nightstand. He climbs up on the bed, straddling my chest, and puts his forearm against my neck. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and you're going to fucking do as you're goddamn told. And if you don't, these pics are going on Facebook for everyone to fucking see. Or I might just call the police, who knows...see how much fun you have in a prison cell. You understand, you fucking punk?" "I- I- " "Fuck it, I don't care if you don't." He backhands me hard across the face. He climbs off and starts to strip. He rips his shirt off so quick he loses a button. I realize he's fucking ripped...not the easy target I thought he was. His belt comes off next. He sets it on the nightstand, and then drops his khakis and boxers. Oh my fucking god, I realize with a shock. This sick fucker is going to rape me. His cock looks enormous to me - thick, long and uncut. It's stiffening up really fast as he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I can recover enough to say a word, he climbs up on the bed again, straddles my face, and slaps my mouth with his dick. "Open that fucking mouth and suck my dick," he orders. My lips tighten. "GODDAMNIT, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He backhands me across the face again. "You fucking -" I start to retort, but he backhands me again. "OPEN IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I CALL THE COPS!" The shock of the blows renders me almost completely helpless, and I drop my mouth open. He shoves his cock down my throat in one quick thrust. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. The salty taste of his dick and his precum makes me nauseous, and the pressure of his cockhead against the back of my throat makes me gag. He ignores this and pushes in harder. His fat rod slides into the opening of my throat, and I feel my stomach wretch. His balls are resting against my chin and my nose is buried in his bush. I can smell his sweat and musk, and it's revolting. He starts fucking my mouth, and it's horrible. I'm gagging, coughing, unable to breathe. Tears running down my face. I feel so violated and humiliated. It seems endless. Finally he gets bored. He climbs off and opens his nightstand again. "On to the main event." He pulls out a bottle of lube, a rag and a little brown bottle. I realize what's about to happen. "No, please, no, don't do this, I'll do anything- " "Shut the fuck up, you little cunt." He reaches down and smacks my balls, hard. The pain is too much, and I black out. When I come to, he's untied my legs from the footboard, and tied them to the headboard, with my knees up against my chest. I become aware of a pressure against my hole, and I look down and see his fucking sadistic grin. He's kneeling between my legs, his huge fucking boner throbbing, with a finger against the outside of my asshole, and it's slick with lube. "No, please, no," I moan. "Too late for that, bitch. You're gonna take my cock like the good fucking little bitch you are." His finger presses into my hole. I clench against it, and it feels like I'm being torn apart. It's a stinging, ripping pain, and I scream. "Tense up like that and it's just going to hurt more. Not that I care, I'm gonna fuck you anyway." He pulls his finger out, and starts slapping his cock against my asshole. I am so revolted by feeling another man's cock on my whole, I almost throw up. "Dude, please, you don't have to do this..." He laughs again. "You didn't have to break into my apartment, asshole. But you did." He reaches over for the rag and the brown bottle. He opens the bottle and pours a good amount of liquid onto the rag, and then presses it over my face. It burns, and the sharp chemical smell is extremely unpleasant. I try to hold my breath but I can't. When I inhale, the fumes go to my head and I feel a warm, sickening headrush. I feel like I'm about to pass out again, and my legs go limp. Without realizing it, my tightly clenched hole relaxes. Then he rams his cock hard into my hole, and all I can feel is the pain. Again and again he pulls all the way out, penetrating my hole over and over. Each time it feels like being stabbed all over again. It's the most painful, violating experience of my life, and I'm sick to my stomach knowing what's happening. He leans into each painful thrust. He's putting all his weight into each one, his hands on either side of my torso. That fucking sick, twisted grin of his makes me wish I could punch him in the face. He's working up a sweat and it's dripping from his forehead all over my face and chest. "Oh yeah, that's a nice tight fucking punk ass," he growls. "Glad I caught you." "Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert," I roar. I spit in his face. He immediately backhands me across the face again. "You are going to fucking regret that." He grabs my throat again and tightens his grip as he fucks me harder and faster. My vision starts to go fuzzy as he chokes me. Fuck, I'm gonna die with a dick up my ass, I think. Finally he releases my throat. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting close. You're gonna take my fucking load, you worthless little faggot. I'm gonna breed your useless straight punk ass, and you're going to thank me for going easy on you." He pounds my chest with his fist, and then cruelly twists my nipple. I howl in pain...which seems to send him over the edge. "OH FUCK YEAAAAH!" he roars. With one final thrust he buries his cock deep into me. I can feel it throb inside me, and there's a sudden gush of warmth and wetness. I've never felt it before, but I know it's his cum, and it grosses me out so much I finally turn my head to one side and throw up all over his bed. He pulls out and climbs down off me. "Look at this, you fucking whore," he growls. I look and I see his still-hard cock, coated with what looks like mucus and cum...and streaks of what I realize is my blood. "Yeah, take a good look...I fucking popped your bitch ass cherry. Fucked you raw and bloody. You should be grateful you got your cherry popped by a real man." He undoes the knots holding me to the bed, and I feel the blood rush back into my hands and feet. "Now I'm going to shower off, and you're going to fucking clean up this mess, and get the fuck out of here. The bedroom door locks from the outside so don't even think about trying to get out." He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the unmistakeable rattle of a hook and eye lock sliding into place. I have no choice but to obey. He already fucking raped me, why make him any madder? I climb off the bed, every part of my body aching from the abuse I just took. As I stand up, I feel a warm wet trickle down the back of my ballsack, and I realize it's his cum...and most likely, my blood. I start stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them in a pile. I realize he left his clothes on the floor, and my curiosity is piqued by a piece of paper I see sticking out of the pocket of his khakis. I slip it out of the pocket and read it... PATIENT: Christopher Rollins DOB: 5/19/1973 DATE OF VISIT: November 20, 2016 REASON FOR VISIT: New HIV infection HPI: Pt is a 43 year old gay male who was seen last week for routine HIV/STD screening. He returns to the office today because 4th gen HIV Ag/Ab testing was positive. This is his first positive test. A viral load was run on the sample he provided last week, and a viral load of 137,000 copies/mL suggests a relatively recent infection. Today we discussed starting HAART, pending results of a genotype / resistance analysis, which should be resulted in the next 3 - 4 weeks. Pt is coping well with the diagnosis. He was instructed to abstain from sexual intercourse at this time, as a high viral load indicates that he is extremely infectious at this time. Pt aware of the above and understands all instructions.

This story is fiction and any resemblance to real events or real people, living or dead, is mere coincidence. Hope you enjoy it. PART ONE Robert was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, most of the time. Life wasn't perfect, but he had most creature comforts and some good friends, and had had an ok childhood, for the most part. He was fairly average, but still pretty handsome and good looking, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, that always looked just a little bit sad, almost like puppy-dog eyes. His smile could light up a room, though. His folks had split when he was young, though, and grew up with his Dad, who was quite emotionally distant, and this left Robert with a compulsion to seek validation or attention from wherever he could get it. In High School, he learnt to become the class clown, and enjoyed making people laugh, even if they were only laughing at him. When he was in his second year of High School, he had been getting bullied by some older students, being called names like homo or faggot, generally because Robert was not staunch or macho, rather more gentle and unassuming, and had a slight, lean frame. Robert was a bit of a late bloomer, and hadn't started showing signs of going through puberty yet, He didn't fully understand it when the other boys mocked him as gay or faggot or whatever, but he had some vague idea after hearing things from other high school boys about cock sucking or butt fucking. He wondered about himself for a while. It wasn't until he started puberty about a year later, that he started wanking and cumming himself, and having fantasies that included having sex with guys. He decided to taste his own cum a few times, which soon became very addictive. Fast forward a few years, and Robert was now in his mid 20s, and by this point, he had had sexual encounters with both boys and girls, but had made the conclusion that he was definitely gay. He had been visiting adult bookstores and going into the ones that had rooms in the back with video lounges or glory holes, and usually just got naked and jerked off until one of the other men, usually twice his age at least, got courage to suck him off or rim him. Robert was very passive in this sense, but, like his years of being the class clown, enjoyed the attention he got whichever way he got it, and started learning to enjoy being an object for other men to use. He would feel pampered as a man his dad's or grandfather's age would lick and press their tongues against his twitching hole like hungry dogs eating a meal like it was their last. He slowly, but surely, became addicted to cruising these places, and got a bit of a reputation. He got fucked quite a few times, but was careful enough to use protection, as he had been taught in Sex Ed classes during his high school years. He went again one night, after a couple of after work beers at a bar with his workmates, feeling horny as fuck. He took a minute when he arrived at the store to browse some of the items, the underwear section particularly catching his interest, and bought a white Bike brand jock strap, and asked for an entrance to the rooms at the back. "You can get changed into that jock in our changing room if you'd like, I'll give you a bag to put your other clothes in and keep them safe behind the counter while you're back there", said the guy at the counter. Robert took his advice, and got changed into just the jock, keeping his shoes on. He got a big whistle from the store clerk when he came out from the changing room, making him smile and blush. "Very sexy", said the clerk. "Comfortable?" "Yes, this fits great", replied Robert. "Have fun in there, I saw a couple of guys go in earlier, so I'm sure you'll get what you want", the store clerk said to Robert, with a bit of a chuckle, as Robert thanked him and smiled and waved after handing his clothes over and making his way to the back.

1. Clint Of course, I woke up early. Far too early; when I looked at my phone, it said 4:30 in the morning. I had tried to stay up as late as I could the night before, but finally crashed around nine. I hated jet lag. Being in a new and unfamiliar setting didn't help it at all. I turned on the light by my bed, and looked around my dorm room. It was very spartan; I hadn't been able to bring much more than the essentials on the long flight here. And, of course, in my case, the essentials had to include an entire bag of photography equipment. That was my carry-on. I had enough experience with jet lag to know that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after waking up like this. I had expected that. Last night I had looked at the campus gym's schedule. It would be open in thirty minutes, so I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I also packed some regular clothes and some shampoo. Even early, the California morning was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket on the short walk to the gym. I got there right as it opened. I was the first person on the treadmill, but as I did my sprints, more people started to filter in. They all looked like faculty and staff, doing their work out before they started their workday. It was far too early for students to be here. Right around six, I finished my workout right, and went back to the locker room. It was still deserted. I stripped off my clothes, and found the steam room. I wanted to relax after the hard run. I sat down on the top bench and then let my eyes adjust to the dim light and thick steam. It took me several seconds to realize that there was another person in the steam room. He was sitting in the far corner on the lower bench. "Morning," he said. What little I could see through the dense steam was that he was a big man with a deep voice. "Morning," I replied. "Good workout?" "Yeah, man. Like to get here before it's too busy. Of course, all the students will get here today and tomorrow. Then it'll be packed" "Yeah, I got here yesterday afternoon." "You're a student?" he asked. "Yeah, freshman." "Damn. Don't usually see you guys here this early. Specially the freshmen." I inched a bit closer, trying to get a better view of the mystery man. Then, I realized that he was black. Although big, he looked like he was solid muscle. "I live in the Middle East," I said. "Still dealing with jet lag." "Must have been a long trip," he said. "24 hours, in total." "Fuck man, that's not long, that's endless. I'm Eli," he said. He stood up to shake my hand. He was naked. He had taken off his towel and had been sitting on it. "Clint," I said. I got off the bench and took his hand. I barely came up to his head, and seemingly no part of him was small: his hand engulfed mine. The rough skin of his palm spoke of a life of real work, not typing at a desk. Closer to him, I could see the dreadlocks hanging down his back, and how very muscular his body was. He spent plenty of time taking care of his body. My eyes drifted downward, across his broad chest and his washboard abs. There was a bit of hair on his abs, some of it grey. He was older than I had first thought. The trail of hair pulled my gaze down further, where I was almost afraid to look. I nearly gasped when I saw the size of his cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be well endowed, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, in real life or even in my forays with online porn. Fat, long, and thick, it hung like a sleeping python between his legs. He noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he asked. I swallowed, and then realized I was no longer in Kuwait. I was in California. What I had fought to suppress for so many years suddenly no longer mattered. "It's impressive," I said, not knowing what else to say. He still had my hand in his, and he guided it down to his cock. My stomach did a flip: it was equal measures of excitement and fear. "Go ahead," he said. I let go of his hand, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had touched another man's cock only a few times before, childish explorations over brief trips back to the US. I knew enough never to let on what had happened when I got back to the Middle East. But now, in college, in the US, everything was different. His thick shaft more than filled my hand and it was heavy, warm, and alive. As I ran my hand along it, his cock twitched, getting harder. My own dick was rapidly hardening as well, already straining against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I returned to the head of his dick; it was now swollen and hard. "First time?" Eli asked. "Uh, yeah. Sort of," I said. "Don't worry, it's alright. You have to start somewhere." He put his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His arm was muscular and heavy on my shoulder, and even in the heat of the steam room, I could feel the warmth of his body. "Of course, mine's not an easy one to start with. But I'm sure you'll do fine." With his other arm, Eli reached down and undid the knot on my towel. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and painfully erect. "Don't worry. No one will disturb us here," he continued. "Or, if they do, we'll be giving them quite the show, huh?" He tossed his head, getting a stray dread back over his shoulder. He had a closely trimmed goatee, black hair, also with a few strands of grey. It was hard for me to tell how old he was; when I first saw him, I thought he might be in his twenties, but now I realized he was at least in his late thirties, maybe even older. The age only enhanced his masculinity. He had experienced the world, and of course knew what he liked and what he wanted. He pulled me ever closer to him, and grabbed my cock. "You've got a nice one yourself," he said. Eli was being generous. In comparison to his penis, mine barely even registered. It was a little over seven inches, and right now, it was harder than it had ever been before. Any more stimulation, and I was going to shoot a pent-up load of sperm, all over his body. "Thanks," I managed to moan. He leaned in, and gave me a peck on the lips. I hadn't expected this; it seemed totally out of character for a stud like him to kiss another man. I was shaking in a combination of fear and excitement. "Relax," Eli said. "It's going to be ok." I wanted a closer look at his cock. Trembling, I knelt down, getting my head right on level with his dick. It was a monster, almost as fat as a soda can. It seemed like it was a foot long, although I knew it was probably only eight or nine inches. To think that men had taken it in their mouths, or even up their asses seemed impossible to me. But, at the same time, I wanted to do exactly that, to know what it felt like inside me, to have some connection with this stud. I ran my hand down his sculpted abs, feeling his trimmed hair and pubes. His black pubic hair was flecked with grey. Suppressing all fear, I leaned in and kissed him right at the base of his cock, my tongue flicking as much as I dared against his skin. He tasted exactly like I dreamed a man would taste, a mix of sweat, condensation from the steam room, and an indescribable other. I had never tasted it before, but even after just the first taste, I immediately wanted more of it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to get enough of it. When he put his hand on the back of my head, I was momentarily terrified that I had gone too far. But rather than shoving me away, he held me in place. "You like that?" he asked. I could only nod. "It feels good," he continued. "Like the taste of my pre-cum?" That was what I had tasted. It was another man's fluid. And I had loved it. I nodded again. "There's plenty more where it came from," he said, as he pushed my head back, the rest of his massive cock coming into view. At the tip, right along his piss-slit, there was another milky bead forming. I abandoned any shame or fear, and leaned in to lick it up eagerly. "Fuck yeah boy. That's what I need this morning." The pre-cum had tasted good when I licked it off of Eli's skin. Now, it tasted amazing when I drank it right from the tap. I opened up wider, taking more of his cockhead into my mouth. I had never done this before, sucking on another man's cock, much less a stranger's cock in an anonymous locker room. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was what I was always meant to do. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me, watching me. "Don't stop boy. It feels fucking awesome," he said, smiling. "Just watch your teeth, and you'll do fine." I didn't want to stop. My own cock was throbbing, and I fought the urge to reach down and stroke it. If I did touch it, I would shoot in seconds, and I needed Eli to cum first. I needed to see another man, a real man, cum thanks to my efforts. I stretched my mouth wide, and was able to fit his cockhead and a tiny bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You're doing well," he said. His hand was still resting on my head. He had one finger gently stroking my ear as he guided me up and down on his cock. Eli's voice was deep and masculine, but there was no edge, no anger or roughness to his tone. We were both getting something we wanted: Eli, his massive black cock was getting serviced; me, I was getting trained in sucking dick. "Don't worry," he continued. "It's big and you're a beginner. You don't have to take it all the first time." Then, he stopped talking; the only sounds was the occasional hiss of the steam and the wet smacking of my lips as his cock went in and out of my mouth. He continued to drip pre-cum, and I continued to lick it up. I could have done this all morning, even all day. But, after a few minutes, his breathing got faster and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon, boy. You want it?" I had known abstractly that sooner or later he was going to cum, but I hadn't thought about the details of his orgasm. Especially the crucial details like where he would shoot his load. I was about to ask him to pull out, but it seemed wrong to waste his seed like that. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to go all in on my first time. I nodded in agreement, trying my best to say, "yes," even with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Nice. It's going to be a big load," he said. He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out faster than before. He kept his hand on the back of my head, making sure that he always went in just deep enough, but never too deep. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as his cock suddenly got very hard in my mouth. There was another thrust and then a spurt of hot fluid right into my throat. He had just cum, and I had just swallowed his load. He pulled out so his cockhead was just in my mouth, and the next spurt landed right on my tongue. It was bitter and salty but also sweet. As he had said, there was a lot of it. The third spurt had filled my mouth; some of it even dribbled out the sides of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. "Oh yeah, drink it up," he moaned, as I got a fourth spurt filling my mouth again. Again, I swallowed his mouthful of cum and then ran my tongue over his cockhead. I got a good taste of his fresh semen. My stimulation prompted a fifth spurt; this was slower, and his cum was thinner and had less flavor. But I still licked all of it up eagerly, and continued to suckle on his cock. "Oh fuck," he almost yelped, pushing me off his cock. "Super fucking sensitive after I cum," he said by way of explanation. I shuffled back, giving him and his still massive tool a bit of room. "Thanks, Clint," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the head. "Gotta get to work now," he said and walked out of the steam room. It had all happened so fast: I had just met him, then sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and now he was gone. I wondered if this was what gay life was really like: fleeting encounters with just first names, if even that much. It may have been unfulfilling to my heart, but my cock knew what it liked. I let myself stroke my throbbing cock. As I did, my tongue searched out the last few drops of Eli's cum and I savored the last few drops. It only took a few quick jerks, and my own shaft was soon spurting cum. It was a massive load, squirt after squirt draining from my balls, through my hard shaft and landing right onto the tile floor. When I had finally drained my balls, I stayed on my knees long enough to catch my breath. Even in the dim light of the steam room, I could see the large puddles of sperm on the floor. It felt like I had just shot the largest load of my life. In a moment of wild abandon, I stood up. I walked out of the steam room and left my load behind. I wondered who would discover it, and whom he would speculate had shot it. I rinsed off quickly before getting dressed. The locker room was still quiet and only one or two people were wandering around. There was no trace of Eli. I wondered how he had disappeared so quickly. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 6:45. My roommate, Greg, said he would be arriving in the morning, but I didn't expect him for at least several more hours. Walking back towards the dorm, people around campus were preparing for move-in day. Barricades and signs were scattered around the streets, and the first of the volunteers were getting to their assigned posts. The dorm was empty when I got back. Only a single person was at the check-in desk. I went up to my room, and began to unpack my things. I had brought only two suitcases with me; besides the carry-on with my cameras and a laptop, the rest were clothes and a few pictures to hang up. I would have to go shopping soon; on the long flights, I had already started to make a list of the things I needed or had forgotten. It was barely 8:30am when I was done with the first round of unpacking. Again, I left the sparse room, this time to seek out some breakfast. The cafeteria was also empty; I ate slowly, catching up on Facebook. My friends from school had scattered around the globe for college, many of them were moving in and getting adjusted, like me. After breakfast, I wandered around campus, getting my bearings, and watching the first of my fellow freshmen to arrive. Finally, an hour later, I got a text from Greg. "We're on our way. You settled in yet?" I texted him back, then headed back to the dorm. I wanted to be there when he arrived. At the dorm, there was already a line of cars in the driveway, each one packed full of stuff. I wondered if I had packed too lightly for the year, but remembered that there was always the Internet if I really needed to buy something. I read a bit while waiting for Greg to arrive. We had talked a bit online, and I knew he had been driving cross-country with his uncle. Also he had a car here at college; I hoped we got along because, aside from the whole roommate thing, the vehicle would be helpful. I also hoped that he was going to be cool about me. I hadn't hinted about being gay. In fact, I hadn't told anyone else; my world back in Kuwait was far too small for me to risk it. It seemed like I had been waiting all my life for the freedom of college. And now it was here. Lost in my thoughts, I just barely heard the key in the door. I put down the iPad, and got up just in time for the door to open. I immediately recognized Greg from the pictures. He had been hot in the pictures; in person, he was even better: thick dark hair, clean-shaven face, a trim, and fit body. I tried to act casual. "I'm Clint," I said, extending my hand. "Greg," he said. "Nice to finally meet in person. How was the trip here?" "Definitely good," I said. "The trip was long. Very long. Still jet-lagged. I woke up at four this morning." "Damn. That's not good. My Uncle Nate is dealing with parking," he said. "Want to come down and meet him?" He was smiling, his dark brown eyes examining every inch of my body. "Sure," I said. Even though we had exchanged barely fifty words, there was an immediate familiarity between us. "Looking forward to the year?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "College!" "Right on," I said. He lead the way out the door, and I double-checked once more that I had my keys on me. "What about you? How was your trip here? Took almost a week, didn't it?" "Fucking amazing. But need a few beers before I can tell you all the stories from road." We took the elevator down. The entry way was now stuffed full with parents, volunteers, and the other students, all trying to check in, get their bags to the room, and meet everyone else. Greg immediately headed towards a hot middle-aged daddy type, thinning hair, with a defined, carefully trimmed beard. He was standing in a corner, smiling. He was clearly enjoying the parade of people and the bustle around him. "Clint, this is my Uncle, Nathan Telemann." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Telemann," I said. We shook hands. I could barely keep from just wordlessly staring at his beautiful green eyes. Standing next to him, I could also see that he had a great body; he was wearing a white t-shirt just tight enough to show off his pecs and with a v-neck just deep enough to expose his thick chest hair. He clearly took care of his body; his clothes showed it off, without being too flashy. I wondered if he was gay, but then I noticed a heavy silver band on his ring finger. I was momentarily flushed with embarrassment, to have those thoughts about my roommate's uncle. "Please, just call me Nathan. Or Nate," he said. "You get here alright? Greg said you had some long flights." "Yeah, got in late last night. And woke up far too early today." "Jet lag is a pain, definitely." He turned towards Greg. "The SUV is right out front." Then back to me. "I can buy you lunch if you help us drag all of Greg's stuff up to the room." "You don't have to get lunch, really. I have nothing better to do right now." "Wait until you see how much stuff he has before you turn down lunch," Nathan said to me. I followed the two of them out to the front driveway. Going down the stairs, I took the opportunity to carefully check out Nate's ass. He was wearing a well-fitted pair of shorts, and his ass was tight and muscular. Next to him, Greg was also in shorts, a hair taller than his uncle with an even nicer ass. At 6'0", I was taller than both of them, but around Nate, I felt like the short, awkward fat boy again. I wanted both of them to like me. I wasn't sure about first impressions I had made. They headed to a black Range Rover. I could see that the back was full of boxes. Nathan turned back to me, and I was pretty sure he had noticed me checking out his ass. "Yeah, as I said, Greg has not yet mastered light packing," he said. He was smiling, so if he had seen me staring, he didn't appear mind it. Greg opened one of the side doors, and grabbed a single box. It was obvious that it was heavy. "Why don't Clint and I carry stuff up, and you can try to organize all your stuff." Nathan said. "Good idea," Greg said. "I'll take this up to start?" "Sure, it's at least a start" he said, with a laugh. "Want to take these up?" Nathan asked me, handing me a two boxes. They were lighter than I had expected. I guessed clothes. Greg had already disappeared back into the building. "Yeah. You can follow me. I can show you where the room is." "I'd like that," he said. It almost sounded like he wanted to check me out as well. But it was all mixed signals: he looked like he was gay, I wanted him to be gay, yet he had the wedding ring on. "You live near here?" I asked, as he locked up the Range Rover and hefted two more boxes into his hands. "Yeah, about twenty minutes away. In good traffic. My husband and I have a house near the beach." He had effortlessly gotten all of the uncertainty out of the way. He had explained his wedding ring and answered many of my unaskable questions, all at the same time. "This way," I said. "We're on the fourth floor." He followed me, and we squeezed into the smaller of the elevators. He was shorter and more compact than me, but he was so confident and so masculine that he effortlessly dominated the tiny space. "Looking forward to college?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm really excited. "How do you like Greg so far? Don't worry, you can be honest." "He seems like a good guy. I hope we'll get along well." "He's my nephew, so I'm biased. But yeah, I think the two of you will get along very well, once you get to know each other." The elevator stopped, and we got off. He followed me down the hall, where we dropped off the boxes for Greg to start unpacking. "Back down for more?" he asked me. "Yep," I said. There were several more trips to the Rover and back. As we went to and fro, Nathan and I talked about our respective trips to Southern California. After dropping off the boxes on our third run, we headed back to the elevator; this time it stopped on the third floor and a family entered, mother, father, and two college age girls. Nathan and I were quiet, while the women talked loudly about their decorating plans. It was clear the girl with the loud laugh was the new student. She eyed me a bit, checking out my chest looking at my ass in the elevator's mirrored walls. She obviously wanted to flirt more. But I was already in a very different world; Nathan had started to sweat from carrying the boxes and his masculine scent was intoxicating. I was struggling not to lean in to him just to inhale deeply. Only the other people kept me from doing it. "Greg said your family is all in Kuwait?" he asked me, once the loud family had gotten off, and we were back in a circle of calmness. "Yeah. My mom is American. Dad is German. I have an aunt in Boston, but we're not a very close family. I haven't even seen her in a few years. As I said, our family doesn't talk much." "So, really on your own out here?" "Yeah," I said. We had reached the SUV, and he put more boxes in my arms. He took a few more. "Wow. That was a lot faster than I expected. It looks like maybe only one more load. Couldn't have done it this quickly without you." "Happy to do it." We got back on the small elevator, this time we were alone. "You know what you want to major in?" he asked me. "Sorry. You're probably sick of answering that by now," he added. "It's alright. I want to be a photographer," I said. The smell of Nathan permeated the small space. It was hard for me to think clearly; I wondered how his goatee would feel against my beard. I tried not to wonder what his cock would taste like. "Really?" he asked. "I'm a photographer as well. We'll have to talk more sometime." The elevator opened. We dropped the boxes off at the room, and then we went back to the SUV. As Nathan predicted, it was the last load. By the time we got back to the room, Greg had put some boxes in the main room, and others in the free bedroom. "It's a little after eleven," Nathan said. "Want to do a quick shopping run, before it gets too crowded?" he asked. He turned to me, "Clint, you want to come with us? Found anything you've forgotten yet?" "Yeah, I'd love to. And I already have a list," I said. I went into my bedroom, and found the scrap of paper I had scribbled my shopping list on. I found my phone and wallet, and the three of us headed out. Nathan took us to a shopping center not far away. "Why don't you guys get what you need? I'll meet you here in twenty minutes?" He indicated where the shopping carts had been lined up. "Sounds good, Uncle," Greg said. Nathan headed back out the front doors. "Where's he going?" I asked. "He said he needed to make a quick client call. Probably just doing that." "He seems like a cool guy," I said. "Must have been fun to hang out with him the past week." "Yeah, I like him a lot. And his husband, Jason, is really nice as well. You'll have to meet him one day. And the trip was an amazing experience." I suddenly noticed that both Greg and Nathan had been curiously short on any of details about their week together. We each unfolded our list; surprisingly, mine was still much shorter than his. So far, I only needed a desk lamp, some paper and pencils, and a fan. Greg ended up loading his cart with food, supplies, and other things I hadn't even thought to need yet. We continued to talk, learning about each other. He had been a swimmer in high school, but wasn't sure about continuing in college. I told him about playing soccer; my first practice was going to be on Sunday. By the time Greg had announced he was done, his cart was nearly overflowing. "Nate is right; I'm not a light packer or quick shopper," he said. I had barely filled my cart. "We can share some of this, then the next trip we'll square it up." We went back to the front, where Nathan was waiting for us. "God, Greg, leave something for the other shoppers," he said, examining Greg's haul. We checked out then went back to the SUV. In the back, there were a few brown paper bags. "What's that?" Greg asked. "Some beer for the two of you. Be responsible, and I'll do your buying." "Sweet!" Greg exclaimed. "Wow," I said. "Thanks so much, Nathan." I hadn't expected such generosity or coolness from him. I was starting to envy Greg's luck in having such a hip uncle, or even family nearby. I suddenly realized how far I was from my family: parents and younger brother. If I had needed to call them at any point during the day, I'd be waking them up. With them thousands of miles, and many hours ahead of me, I was more alone than I had ever been before. We loaded up the bags of stuff, and then Greg jumped into the front of the SUV. Nathan lagged behind him. "You ok?" he asked me quietly. "You got suddenly quiet there." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I hardly knew the man; it was far too early to reveal a weakness, even one as simple and as expected as homesickness. "Good. Ready for lunch?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. I climbed into the back seat, behind Greg. "There's a good sushi place near by," Nathan said. "Want to go there?" "Good for me," Greg said, and I nodded in agreement. It was only a five-minute drive away; on the way and while waiting for a seat, Greg and I talked about college, what classes we wanted to take and the activities we wanted to try. "Back in a second," Greg said right after we were seated. He headed to the bathroom. Nathan and I were alone again. "You're gay?" I asked. "You have a husband?" It was a little awkward coming out, but of all the things running through my mind, this was the one I most needed to talk about. I was still trying to understand what had happened this morning, and now, Nathan was bringing up all sorts of other emotions. "Yeah. We slipped in right in time, while we still could. You ok with that?" He still had a friendly tone, but it was clear I really didn't have the option to say no. "Oh yeah," I said. I stumbled a bit. "Me too," I said. "I mean, I'm gay as well." "I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "Don't worry. Greg isn't going to have a problem with it. And do it at your own pace. I'm not going to tell him." He pulled out his wallet and found a slim card. He handed it to me, and then continued to talk. "Here's my info. Give me a call or text. You've got a lot big changes going on, and your family is far away." He had been staring me right in the eyes. I was unable to look away from his mesmerizing green eyes, but suddenly he looked up over my shoulder. "And especially call me if Greg's giving you trouble. I'll whip him into shape." I looked behind me. Greg was right there. "Yeah, right," Greg said, laughing. "I think Clint can take the two of us." He punched me lightly on the arm. His hands were warm, and even punching me, there was surprising gentleness to his touch. "What do you boys want to eat?" Nathan asked us. "I'm not sure. There is a lot back home, but it's all fish from the gulf." "I'll just order an assortment, and we can all share," Nathan said. The waitress came up. She obviously recognized Nathan. The two of them started a spirited discussion about was good that day. Finally, they managed to come up with what seemed like a very long list. Once the tea was served, Nathan held up his cup in a toast. "To your college adventures," he said. "Definitely," Greg said. "I'm sure Clint and I are going to have a lot of adventures together." I was still discretely staring at Nathan, trying to understand how he worked: between his body, his eyes, his smile, I couldn't quite comprehend it all. In my distraction, I almost missed Greg automatically including me; it was a kind and unexpected gesture this early in our acquaintance. "Agreed," I said, right as the first platter arrived. "So, Greg," Nathan said. "You know that you're not going to escape the camera yet? Clint wants to be a photography major." "Yeah, he told me. I think I'm totally used to it by now, especially after the trip here." Nathan gave him a wry smile, and we ate, continuing to talk about our plans for the year. Nathan had been more than generous with the food; by the time the last roll arrived I was stuffed. "Thanks, that was great," I said. "My pleasure," he said, as he tried to hide the details of the bill from us. He wasn't quite fast enough; and I was surprised by how much it was. Nathan had gone way above the call of hospitality in paying for the meal. "Back to the dorm so you guys can unload. Maybe even get unpacked a bit, Greg?" We got back into the SUV, once more with Greg and Nathan in the front, and I in back. As they talked a bit about plans, I pulled out Nathan's card. It was a narrow card, not a style I had ever seen before. One side was a picture, and the other side were his contact details. The picture was of Nathan, shirtless, smiling. His chest was muscular and furry, and the picture was cropped just slightly below his waist. I studied it carefully, but couldn't tell if he was naked or not. In addition to trying to figure out if he had anything at all on, I was also trying to figure out how old he was. But he was in those timeless decades of a man's life: for all I knew, he could have been a mature 30, or a young sixty. I sent him a quick message. "Clint. Just getting your number in my phone." Back at the dorm, we all pitched in to carry the all the bags up to the room. Once everything was in the room and the door was closed, we put some of the beer in the small dorm fridge to chill. Again, Nathan admonished us to be responsible drinkers; he might have been a very cool dad, but he was still very much a dad. I surveyed the room; there were boxes and shopping bags strewn around, all waiting to be unpacked and put away. "Looks like you boys have your afternoon plans already," Nathan said. He checked his phone, and then continued. "Jason will be here in a few to get me." "I'll go down with you," Greg said. He turned to me, "You want to join us? You can meet Jason, even if it just for a second." "Sure," I said. Already, I was a bit jealous of Jason. He got to go home with Nathan and he was going to spend the night with him. I realized it was irrational, but it was hard to deny the emotions. We locked the room, and headed back down to the street. We hung out by the corner, waiting for Jason to arrive. It wasn't long before a blue Element pulled up. Jason stepped out from the driver's seat. He looked extremely familiar, but with sunglasses on, I couldn't place him; he was just about Nathan's height, but had a bigger frame, more muscular, and with military-style high-and-tight haircut. Jason took off his mirrored sunglasses, and I suddenly knew who he was. He was a model and I had seen him in some photo sets online. There was one in particular, him undressing and jerking off in by a backyard pool, which I had stroked to innumerable times. "Clint, this is my husband, Jason," Nathan said, introducing us. "Jason, Clint." I held out my hand. Jason grabbed it, but pulled me into a hug instead. I wondered how much Nathan had already texted him about me. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Keep Greg out of trouble, please?" "Of course," I said. I was trying not to pop a boner. I had just met one of my all-time wank fantasy men. Even worse, he was the husband of my new roommate's uncle; I was going to see him many more times over the course of the year. "Great to meet you," I stammered. Luckily it seemed like none of them noticed my embarrassment. Nathan reached into the car, and pulled out a small black CD case. "These are for you," he said to Greg. "Some pictures from the trip and other things." Greg took the case. "I'll take a look tonight." "Well, unfortunately, we should go," Jason said. "Traffic is only going to get worse." "Thanks again, for everything," I said, giving Nathan a quick hug good-bye. "Of course," he said. Whispering into my ear, he continued, "Let me know if you need anything. Or just want to talk." He hugged Greg good-bye as well, and then Greg hugged Jason. Nathan got in, and the two men drove off together. Now, It was just Greg and myself.

I was on hiatus for a couple of months after my last STI treatment, discovering that my viral load had increased and that I was no longer undetectable. I was really weighing whether or not I should continue with my lifestyle choice of being a cumdump. Yet the urge in me remained. I felt like I had lost the part of me that I had spent two years discovering after YEARS of repressing my desires. Crazy to think that repressing my need to be a cumdump felt like chopping off my arm. I thought about returning back to an occasional one on one bareback hook up, but there is a sense of purpose in me that feels fulfilled when I open my hole up to be used. Over the past few years I’ve come to accept that ANY man has the right to use my hole. So on a recent trip to Germany I went back to my wonderful ways and I offered my hole up to ALL takers. Things started off pretty slow. The first night I went to a sex party at a bar called CDL. I’ve never been there before and wanted to try it out. It was naked night which worked for me. I grabbed a beer from the small bar at the front and started to explore the back play space. It wasn’t too large; just some cubbies in a couple of areas with those thin sex club mattresses. About 10 men were cruising the space. Perhaps because it was a Thursday night. I decided to display myself on one of the mattresses with my ass up and ready. It didn’t take too long before a top decided to take the bait. He was Spanish looking with a little larger than average cock that had a Prince Albert. It took a little work to get him in since I hadn’t gotten fucked for a couple of months, but once he was there he started using my hole. He was a thruster and a pounder, pushing me down on the mattress and shoving a pillow under my legs so he could access my hole better. His Prince Albert felt SOOO good sliding against the walls of my hole. He switched directions several times to experience a different part of my hole stretching it out to accommodate his needs. By the end of 30 minutes, I was begging to feel his smooth silky cum coat the walls of my hole. He thrust harder pulling completely out and slamming back in; the Prince Albert sliding in and out past the outer rim of my hole till with a groan he thrust deep in me and unloaded. Good start to my return as I cumdump! Got opened up nicely AND loaded! I hadn’t realized it but there had been another guy watching us who jumped on as soon as Prince Albert left. He was a quick cummer and lasted for five minutes of repetitive thrusts. He squeezed me at the end and kissed me with his bad breath. I was beginning to feel the sense of exhilaration that comes from my hole being used as a cumdump. I knew I didn’t care that the last guy was older, unattractive and sure didn’t know how to fuck. I was embracing the need and desire to be used over and over again. End of part one. Part two the journey continues.

@daddybear, you cannot just take over someone else’s story. Either start your own story, or get @RotzBBengel to publicly give you permission by posting here.

What a great story. Taken me a few days to read it all but on the edge too.

the dark room was awesome. id go str8 to the dark room and take numerous anonymous loads just to use as lube. by about the 7th load, guys would slide in easy and splash cum on their dick and balls. id love to keep track somehow. or find someone to whore my hole out to anonymous horny guys.

Sorry was travelling.

This is a memory, not a fantasy. Best blowjob in my life, still. It was at an adult bookstore with video booths in the back. Whenever there was a booth with a door that wasn't locked and porn was playing in it, that was a sign that the occupant wanted some company. This was the second time I'd ever cruised a store. I went to the booth area and found a door cracked open, with porn playing. It was straight porn. The guy noticed me and stood up. I figured he was going to close the door on me. Instead, he pulled it more open, grabbed my hand, and pushed it onto his dick, while he jerked himself with his other hand. He was a black man who looked like he was in his 60s. I was white and barely legal to go into the store. I started fondling his cock immediately. He let go of himself and my hand and pulled me in. He pushed me on my knees and didn't say a word, just pushed my head to his crotch. At that point, he owned me. I signed myself over to him. I sucked his cock head into my mouth and started working him. I jerked his shaft, swirled the head with my tongue, sucked and licked. His cock never left my mouth. He called me dirty names while I sucked him, then his precum got saltier and heavier--his orgasm rewarded me. This old man was turned on by straight porn and blew his load in my mouth! My mouth kept filling up and I kept swallowing every single drop. I quit any technique and concentrated only on sucking and swallowing. Everything went down my throat, then I felt it. Without being touched at all, his amazing cock made me cum, just by feeding me. There I was sucking down his cum and shooting my own cum into my pants. I did not stop sucking until he pushed me away. I fell back onto my butt, sitting, outside the booth, he closed and latched the door. I went home with my cum in my pants and his cum in my belly. I have always been unable to turn down a dick from that point on.

Just gonna put this out there. older bottoms understand a tops that like sluts. They know that not all tops are looking for a virgin. So they know how to relax their holes to give a nice loose fuck

Raw sex is far more intimate than sex with a condom. The physical sensation is different but the mental reaction is ever more intense. I prefer My Top use his spit and precum as it’s a much more natural way to be penetrated. If you’re a submissive Bottom like me, it’s also much more personal when I feel My Top using his own fluids to get my hole ready. Whenever he pulls out and reloads my ass with another wad of spit my place in the session is reaffirmed. The moment when I’m being bred means that I’m committed 100% to the process. There’s no tugging off a condom full of My Top’s cum...it’s all up my ass...slowly being absorbed thru my skin. I’m bred, marked and made his Bitch.

Haha yeah that brings back memories! It would be leaking out of the condom mid cum and I would always have to pull out for fear of getting cum everywhere. I always had towels on standby and can still hear my exes voice "be careful it doesn't get in me or on the bed" *rolls eyes* that was such a pathetic life I had. I would be scared to cum because I knew it would be "an excessive" amount of cum. But like anything the more you deny it the greater the urge gets. But the cruel irony is as soon as I finished cunning I can already feel this primal urge to fuck again. My cock will stay rock hard if it can sense a hole nearby. Actually everything's gotten worse since I became POZ I shoot harder and can do even more rounds before feeling tired. My secret was to embrace what I actually am: a hot hung dirty fucker. Once I given into all of my needs and listened to my cocks urges I feel much better. Now if I see a guy I like I have no guilt or hesitation in giving him what he needs. If I get horny I simply go hunt for a hole to cum in asap. No shame in being a dirty fucker.

Love it! Although I’m all about hairy (except in heads, those should be balding/bald). Nothing hotter than summertime and all the hairy pits in tank tops

I've been on PrEP for a while and decided it was time to get my baptismal breeding. Yeah, over 50 and I'd never had my arse loaded. I'd been looking around for a man to be my loadfather and found a guy I thought would do me proud. A bearded, bearish, and hung man with a cock that stays hard through three or four loads and what seemed like an undiagnosed case of hyperspermia. We set our meeting up a few days in advance and he didn't know he would be giving me my first bare loads. I checked in with him early on the day and found he'd injured himself and hadn't slept the previous night from the pain. I suggested we might want to reschedule if he didn't feel up to it, but he said we could meet as planned if I could just arrive a little later. Fair enough. I did my prep and checked my messages just before leaving on the 30 minute journey to his place. He sent me a text saying we needed to reschedule after all. Totally understandable, but after such a long wait there would be no baptism today... Fuck that. I went up to BBRT and looked to see who was around. I'd only joined a week earlier and noticed someone I'd emailed previously was online. He'd already made it clear he thought I needed to be bred. He's another big-bearded and big-bodied bear with a love of serial ass breeding in different positions. It was early afternoon by this time. Could I come at 4pm when he finished work? Damn, I needed to be home around 5pm and he lived a little over an hour away. Then he offered to step out of work to breed me earlier in the afternoon. That's more like it. I gave him an ETA and got on the road, hoping the prep I'd done would be good by the time I arrived. I was a long drive in heavy rain and tire spray, but I arrive at his house in good time. The door was unlocked and he was upstairs in the master bedroom, laying on his back naked and waving his cock carelessly from the king bed as I walked in. A close cropped head, ginger beard and body hair, and a pair of large nipples on his furry chest. I needed one in my mouth before I thought of undressing. A set of appreciative "hello" and "touch me" noises and then I had too many clothes on. After undressing I climbed on to the high bed to lick and suck his nipples some more until it was clear his cock needed urgent attention. Uncut with the almost completely retracted foreskin crowning it's slender tip like a circlet, it thickened into a torpedo like shape. Focus on his knob, foreskin rolling away, shaft thickening suction with my eyes on his showed when he was ready. His eyes breaking contact with mine and rolling back into his head, his hands working his thick sensitive nipples as blood pulsed into his thickening cock. Soon both hands were holding my head as I took him to the root and held him there for 20-30 seconds at a time, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue while his knob rested in my throat. Suddenly he was moving me into the leg glider position, he slid into the gap between my outstretched leg behind me and the one tucked up next to me, exposing my hole and raising it for him to mount. He rested his knob in the hollow of my ass and drooled his saliva onto the place we met. Then he gripped my shoulder with one hand and pulled me back onto him as he moved forward breaching both inner and outer rings. It hurt, but I breathed and forced myself to relax and wait for the spit to ease the way. Impatient, he lunged forward and got the thickest part of his cock inside me, but I said I'd need lube in my hole to take him fully at that angle. Reaching for the lube, I heard him coat his cock and then felt him trickle a lazy rope of it above and onto my hole. Then in less than a three count, he went from resting in a pool of lube, to being wholly inside me with his balls pulled tight against me. I don't remember the sound I made, but it was one part surprise and one part belated satisfaction. Then he started fucking me with fast full strokes from where he was almost too deep in my guts to bear, to where his knob was only just inside me. My body was shifted forward with every thrust and after a few minutes of diligent fucking I felt him tighten and swell in me. His rhythm became more urgent and, with deep growling and grunting right next to my ear, his cock spasmed jetting his hot silky cum inside me and washing my unloaded past away. He stayed suspended above my arched back for a minute or so, his body wracked with aftershocks and his cock continuing to pulse cum into me and making my hole throb in sympathy. I turned my head slightly and breathed "Congratulations." "For what?" he asked. "For being the first man to breed me. You're my loadfather," I replied rotating my ass up to take him a little deeper. "Really?" he said. "Mmm-Hmm" I said nodding. I asked him to stay inside me as long as he could, but he rolled back on his heels and lay back on the bed, breathing heavily and seeming a little poleaxed. Holding his seed tight inside me, I maneuvered myself so I could lick our juices from his shrinking cock, gently getting my tongue between the foreskin and his knob to clean and polish it. A whispered "Sooo sensitive" encouraged me to slow down and focus on the outside of his foreskin. Soon he was thickening and lengthening into my mouth until his knob reached the hollow in my throat again. "On your back," he directed briskly. I flipped onto my back and he walked himself up between my legs, pushing them back over my head and tucked in close to my ears in much less time that you took to read it. Once he had me in the modified deep impact position he pushed his freshly hard cock into my wet hole a second time, once seated there, he put my ankles in a vice-like grip and pushed my legs back until I was folded in half on my back and my hole rose up to swallow him. Once he had me immobilized and impaled, he leant his weight forward on his arms and on his hips and started pounding into me in a way that told me I'd been lucky to get a warm up. Suddenly I remembered he was 260lbs. Framed and supported by my legs on either side, I could see his whole body was fucking down into me with more energy and urgency than the first time. Grunting and breathing heavily, it seemed like I was suddenly more open when his cock dropped into a new, deeper place. Swearing and fucking down into me more urgently, he thickened in me again and growled out a second load seeming to pull my legs apart slightly to change the sensation for him. Then, without slowing at all, he kept fucking into me with increasing effort. After a few more minutes he groaned and his cock jumped and pulsed in me again. Once he had finished cumming, he lay back struggling to get his breath. He had to go back to work and jump on a call downstairs so I cleaned up, drank some water, dressed and went downstairs to say my goodbyes. As I left I felt the slippery wetness of his three loads slick inside me walking to the car. As I opened the car door a saying jumped into my mind - "You don't get bred by the cock you want, you get bred by the cock you have." Settling my loaded ass a little gingerly into the seat, I smiled to myself and thought, "Isn't that the truth..."

Usually by this time with a guy we had already decided who was going to top but the kiss had been so sudden I had no idea if this was just going to be a kiss and grope or we were going all the way. I heard him moan into the kiss and realized from his actions he didn’t either. Our hands explored over each other’s bodies and we kept kissing. Most straight or curious guys I had been with didn’t like to kiss but Louis wasn’t one of them. He seemed to love to kiss and was really good at it. But I needed more. While I usually topped, I figured that he would feel more comfortable fucking. I broke the kiss and rubbed our beards together as I moved back to his ear. I sucked on the earlobe a moment and then kissed down his neck. My hand rustled through the chest hair on his right side and down to his stomach. My head was following behind and my teeth latched on to his nip, biting it gently while I sucked on it. Louis’s hands were on the back of my head making sure my mouth didn’t stray too far from his body. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down, feeling his hard cock spring free and rub over my chest, drooling precum into my fur. I let go of his nipple and traced my tongue down his treasure trail, feeling the shaft brush through my beard to my lips. I licked the head of his cock and then wrapped my lips around it, slowly descending until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. I squeezed my throat around the tip of his cock and felt him shudder and moan. Slowly I pulled back until the flare of his cock head was on the inside of my lips and then I went back down. I began to bob on Louis’ cock using every trick I knew to drive his lust into overdrive. My tongue, lips and throat worked his cock like I’m sure no woman had ever done to him. I could feel he was getting close and I decided that I wasn’t going to swallow this load. I pulled off and sucked on his balls, one at a time, looking up and seeing his eyes closed and his mouth agape. I wondered what he was envisioning - me sucking him or some hot supermodel. I pushed off my shorts and walked the few steps over to his bike and bent over, the straps from my jock framing my furry ass. One hand was on the tank and the other on the back of the seat, I was braced for the fuck I hoped was going to happen. Louis looked at me and I looked back at him. He looked confused, like he had never fucked anyone before. Finally he said “You got any rubbers?” “Nope. No lube either, spit is gonna have to do. You ever fuck an ass?” I asked. “Nnnnno” was all he replied, obviously nervous. “Same as pussy, just better” I said before I spit on my hand and rubbed my hole with it. I knew it wasn’t enough for him to just slide in, but I like rough fucks. Louis moved closer, holding his cock in his shaking right hand. I pulled my butt apart and wiggled it suggestively. He spit on the end of his cock and rubbed it over my winking hole. I would have been in heaven if he had spent a long time rimming my ass, but I’d have to wait for that another time. Hopefully there would be another time, I thought. I relaxed and pushed back about the time he pushed forward. It took a moment of pressure, but then he popped inside. “Oh fuck… Oh my god… Aaahhhhh… aaaahhh… ahhhh” was all he said as his cock drove slowly into my hole. He got half way in and then pulled back a bit. He rocked his hips, getting deeper each time until I finally felt his hips hit my ass. The lack of lube had definitely given me the burn inside, but knowing he was fucking me raw made up for it. I felt his hands grasp my hips and he started to plow in and out of my hungry hole. His moans and grunts filled the garage and my hole started to get slicker as his precum coated the walls of my rectum. He pounded harder and I felt the sweat drip off his body on to my back. Louis slowed down after a while and I wasn’t sure if he was getting cold feet and was about to pull out or whether he was mixing it up so he could fuck longer. He kept fucking though and I enjoyed every thrust. When his hands moved to my shoulders and he started to hammer my hole I knew the answer. Several minutes later the grunts got louder and I could tell his breathing was erratic. A few well timed squeezes of my sphincter and he buried his cock all the way in. I could feel the throbbing from his cock and knew he was filling me with his pent up load. My own cock started to pulse, shooting cum all over the floor and milking all of the seed from his balls. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time I had wasted a load on the garage floor. I stood up, reaching back to make sure he stayed inside me and felt his sweaty chest against my back. It felt odd with one side furry and the other side shaved, but there was no way I was going to complain. I felt Louis’s arms wrap around me and his heavy breaths on my neck as the rush slowly dissipated. “Oh my god, that was amazing” Louis said breathlessly. He couldn’t see my grin but it was almost from ear to ear. After a few minutes, I moved forward and felt his softening cock fall out of my ass. I felt the familiar drip of cum run down my leg and I turned around to see if he was ok or if I had gone too fast once again and fucked it up. He leaned in and kissed me again. It only lasted a few moments before he backed away a half step. “So that’s what gay sex is like?” Louis asked. I chuckled and said “That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Louis.”

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January 18, 2019 Thad, my brother and I arrive at M.A.L. for this weekend activities. Yesterday after we unpacked Thad and I took turns fucking my brother who turned 18 in September. we gave him four loads. As this will be his first M.A.L. As I write this we have few friends who have my brother on the bed, and he is sucking dick and getting his hole fucked, and the moans coming from his is a sound of joy as we get a knock on the door. Its a few more good friends and see my brother on the bed and say. So this is your brother and can we take turn fucking him. Do we see he is still in chastity? Sure you can as long he likes getting fuck. I see so much in my brother in and how I got to where I am today. 2014 In 2014 PrEP came out and I went from getting fucked raw by only a few people to anything goes when I was selling my ass. When I posted as a bottom on Rent Boy from going safely only to anything goes the phone was ringing off the hook. People who had Bio-Hazard, POZ or Scorpion tattoos did not scare me anymore ever fisted with a bare hand. I also started doing more PNP with meth and GHB. I was taking PrPE religiously. I would spend the summer on the farm being a gimp slave boy. 2015 With school, I will graduate this May and with no student loans as I fucked my way through school. That summer I started down the rabbit hole at I.M.L as that whole weekend I was partied up on something, and I don't think I was taking PrEP the way I should as the only thing I wanted was a dick in my ass or mouth shooting loads. Labor Day weekend at the farm was another time. I was so high and tweaked out begging for dick and cum. There is a big party at the farm right after Thanksgiving weekend, and I don't think I had taken PrEP for weeks. Maybe deep down maybe I wanted to become POZ. They slammed me hard and enjoying being in the sling was getting my hole fisted by Fred. Fred pulled out and said that is one wreck hole you have and it's not bleeding much. Fred helps me out of the sling and takes me to the shower to clean off the Crisco J-Lube off and out of my hole and hands me a Molly pill and says your ass hole will soon be filled very soon with cum.

Great piece of writing. Hot as fuck

When I was younger and routinely shared a house or apartment with platonic roommates, it was always possible to have tricks over. We always worked out a plan that allowed everyone to get their needs met. Even if that occasionally meant hanging out in your bedroom, so he could "entertain" in the rest of the house. After my husband and I opened our relationship, it was not a problem either. Even when he didn't want to play with someone I had over, he was always happy to watch. For a while, he was traveling out of state to look in on his ailing mother, and I often had the house to myself for days at a time. Then she got so ill that she had to move in with us. This has put a major crimp in our sex life. I only get to host when they are both out of the house, so I have to travel more. Not being able to host is a major drag on my sex life.

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

Why do the two have to be mutually exclusive? I had a regular Top/semi-live in BF only wanted to try and tear me inhalf with his huge cock every time. There was no "passionate sex", no "making love"; the only way he wanted was to make me swallow his dick until I gagged and my nose was on his pubes/balls and fuck me like a sex-crazed animal trying to kill me. We fucked until HE was done, which usually was at least a couple of hours to an entire weekend. He never jerked off and he liked saving up 3-7 days worth of nut, hence the long fuck sssions. In between rounds, he made me suck him off or sit and grind on his semi-hard dick until he was fully hard and ready to go again. So yeah, regular sex can be rough and hard always, depending on your Top.

PART 11 I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole. Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole. Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge. However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out. But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way. “Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more. But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it. And I kept it up with the poppers. And my cock was like steel. And I couldn’t take it. It was too much. All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me. The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole. An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known. It was my true self. My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fucking fuck me right now. I need you. I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan. I practically was crying. I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there. Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered. So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom. You can cum in me. Just please please don’t... I can’t wait. I need it. I need it.” Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed. I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me. I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over. I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful. So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick. I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh. Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough. By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more. I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great. Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak. “Is my baby boy ready? Ready to feel my cock inside him? Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice. “I’m so ready. Please Tom!” I cried out. “If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril. Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt. I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole. The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring. Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again. Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper. My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s. As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole. Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something. You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you. Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?” It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything. I just told the truth. “I like it. I don’t know why but I think about it a lot. I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish. “It scares you. Shhh....don’t be scared baby. You like it right? You like it that I don’t use a condom. That you can feel the heat of my skin. And most of all, that I will cum inside you. I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine. I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle. “I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly. I already knew the answer. This was round three of raw sex with Tom. I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames. “My sexy boy, my amazing boy. Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin. I want you so badly Chris. I want to share myself with you. All of me. I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm. So I’m in you forever. A part of you forever,” he said. And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder. “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant. A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.” At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over. “So close. So fucking close. Huge load baby. Huge load for you. It’s all yours if you ask for it. You know it’s worth it. You know you fucking need it. Just ask me. Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy. As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up. Fucking fill me up. Cum in me. Cum in me. I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s worth it. Just please do it. Give me your cum. I do. I need it. I need it,” I begged. And it was true. I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah. Fucking close. Fucking close. Gonna shoot. Here it comes. Fuck yeah!!! Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out. I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss. Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating. Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum. I never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out. Nor did I want him to. And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass. I wanted to keep it in me. His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred: I hoped Tom wanted me to stay. And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind: How many times could Tom fuck me in a day?

PART 10 Tom only let me taste him for a minute before pulling me off his cock and helping to lift me off the floor and onto the bed. With a somewhat serious expression on his face he commented “Chris, I swear finding you... a handsome eager young cock worshipper. I can tell how horny you are, it’s so sexy. I want you just as bad. But the first two times, we kind of just rushed and I know you were a little nervous and so I just want to talk for a sec. I want you to really understand something here. When we are in this room, anything you want to say or ask me or want to try, it’s safe for you. Don’t be embarrassed. Explore. I want you too investigate anything that interests you, for example, any of the comments you make while I'm fucking you. Think of this as the room where Chris can let himself be free to explore man sex, in a positive way,with someone that wants to share it with him.” I am not sure I can describe the effect his words had on me. Maybe like a drug? Hypnosis. Tom was a master at this, as I would think about a lot throughout our time together. He was so good at pushing me, making me want to experience more, to want more. Now, he pulled a little closer to me and made eye contact. The way he whispered the following words, last of my will just gone. “I think Chris wants to be a slutty little bottom. Is that what my boy wants?” he spoke. I nodded, but it wasn't enough for Tom. "Chris, I want you to be able to say what you want in here. If you want to suck my cock, say it. If you want your little boy hole licked and sucked on, ask me,” and then he added, “if i’m Inside you and I’m close and you don’t want me to pull out, then tell me. Just let it out. Say it.” I don’t think it’s possible to be harder than I was at that moment. “I want to be your bottom so badly. All the time. I love it when you fuck me. I love it so much,” I replied in a rush, decidedly overwhelmed by the moment. “There’s my sexy boy. My sexy little bottom boy that has the sexiest little hole in the world. Does my sexy boy want his asshole licked?” Tom asked in a firm but gentle voice. A week ago, I would have been totally freaking out if another guy asked me that question. Now, however, for reasons I couldn't articulate, I wasn't disturbed at all, and in fact the question simply drove me to whimper in reply “I need it licked so badly Tom. Please!” Knowing I was coming here, seeing him naked and hard, the room and porn playing, but most of all his words had me just over the edge. He had basically said that we can do anything and I can be as slutty as I want and it was okay. Just express how I felt. What I felt was a hunger so bad it was overwhelming. “Get up on the bed, all fours, with your knees on the edge. Yeah, and press your legs. Show me that hole,” Tom ordered. I could hear him fumble and then I felt him leaning over saying “Here sexy, your own bottle,” as he handed me a little brown bottle, "I want you hitting that bottle hard sexy. Remember what it does to your little hole? How good it felt? How it made it even hungrier?” I immediately uncapped the bottle and took two hits in each nostril. He waited though and watched as the poppers hit and I bucked a little and pushed back hoping for some attention. When none came, I didn’t hesitate. It was almost like I didn’t have a filter. “Tom, lick it. Please lick it. Please lick my asshole,” I moaned. And as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and his breath in my ass crack, the thought and reality totally hit me, even in my poppered state. I had no control when I was in this room. The need for gay sex controlled me in here. And as his tongue hit my hole, teasing it, I was thinking of two points: first, I would insist Tom cum in my ass, and second, Tom is HIV poz.

Part 5 - The Talk Once again, Mark was jolted awake by his phone. He got up and went into the bathroom and took a long piss. He washed his hands and face, trying to wake up. He grabbed the hookup phone and put it on the charger. He checked the time and it was 3:20. Time to leave. At the last second, Mark grabbed a packet of lube and put it in his jeans pocket. He was planning on taking Joey and his roommate out for a pizza and then hit a few bars after Joey and he had 'taken care of business'. Hopefully he could find someone for a bathroom fuck at one of the bars - he loved fucking straight guys in bars but he hadn’t done it since he got pozzed. Driving over to the apartment he had a knot in his stomach. He had rarely had serious discussions with his brother. He had always looked out for him and given him advice, but this was different. Hopefully it would go okay. He parked and walked up to the building he was in just an hour or so ago. Shaking his head he thought 'Sometimes life is really strange'. Walking up the staircase he found the apartment on the third floor and knocked. He heard someone coming closer and the door then was unlocked. The shock was immediate and the knot in his stomach got much bigger. It was the guy he fucked earlier. Both looked at each other in disbelief. Mark raised his finger to his mouth, telling the guy to stay quiet and got a nod from the guy's stunned face. “Hi I’m Joey’s brother Mark. Is he back from classes yet?” Mark stated, trying to be as calm as possible. “Oh… uh.. hi. Yeah, he’s just changing clothes right now. Come on in.” Mark went in to the apartment and glanced around. It reminded him of Joey’s room in high school but bigger and even messier. The smell of pot hung in the air and on the table in front of the couch were a couple pipes and a small bong. “Have a seat wherever. I’m Kyle, Joe’s roommate.” Mark put out his hand and shook Kyle’s hand like any straight guy would. Kyle still looked stunned and pale. Mark made a mental note to himself 'It’s no longer your kid brother Joey, he’s now Joe'. “Do you want a beer?” asked Kyle as he walked to the kitchen. “Sure, thanks” Mark said as he sat down. He heard the toilet flush and the sink run a bit and out came his brother into the living room. Mark got up and met his brother and hugged him, exclaiming "Damn, it's good to see you again, Joe.” The hug lasted longer than Joe expected and Mark’s firm grip on his brothers back surprised him. Mark had never been that affectionate before. “Good to see you, man," Joe answered as Mark finally stepped back and looked his brother over and smiled. Joe was about the same height as his roommate, maybe a bit taller and more muscular. He had his hair in a short wide mohawk and had a chinstrap beard. His ears were both pierced and plugged. The t-shirt he had on was form fitting and showed his body off. The jeans he had were ripped and he was barefoot. Yeah, he was no longer a kid and is becoming his own person, thought Mark. Joe was also checking his brother. “Nice ink, Dude. Does mom know?” Joe asked. Kyle passed out the beers and they all sat down - Kyle and Joe on the couch, Mark in the chair facing them. Kyle started to pack a bowl which caused Mark to chuckle. “So Mom and Dad are pissed at me, huh?” Joe started saying. Mark laughed but knew that Joe’s statement was pretty close to the truth. “Not pissed, just worried. Do you want to talk alone or….” “Nah, Kyle’s cool and knows everything anyway” Joe replied before Mark could finish his sentence. Mark took a breath and said “So, just between the three of us, what the fuck is going on?” At that point Kyle flicked the lighter and took a big hit and passed the pipe to Joe. Joe did the same and after he exhaled the pot smoke into the air looked at Mark. “Well, I got thrown off the team for failing a drug test.” “I didn’t think they threw you off for pot. Hell, most of the guys I knew on the teams were big pot smokers when I was here. Its not really a performance enhancing drug,” Mark commented, laughing at the last part and reaching for the pipe and lighter. Mark took a hit from the bowl and finished it off, enjoying the hit as he felt it spread through his body. Putting the pipe down, he looked at Joe waiting for the rest of the truth. The pause was uncomfortable and Mark added “So what’s the part you’re not telling? I’m not gonna yell at you, I just want to know and help if I can.” Mark looked at Joe, then Kyle and back to Joe. The silence was broken by Kyle, which surprised Mark. “Tell him Joe, tell him everything. I think he’ll be cool with it.” Mark looked at Kyle and nodded, seeing a different side of the guy he had fucked earlier. Joe started to protest and Kyle looked at him sternly and said “Tell HIM”. Joe glared at Kyle with a very pissed off look. After a few moments, Joe started “oh, fuck. Here it goes. Well, I was caught fucking a couple of the other guys on the team. Uh, more than once. And it wasn’t pot that I tested positive for, it was a bunch of other drugs.” There was a pause, but before Mark could say anything, Joe continued announcing “Yeah, I’m gay. Happy? Is that what you wanted to know? Surprised? Your supposedly straight jock little brother is a fag? Yeah, I like cock. I like ass. I like getting fucked and fucking guys. I like a whole lot of shit you probably would freak out about. And before you ask, yes. Kyle is my boyfriend." After he vented, Joe just broke down and started crying as Kyle held him close. Mark let Joe get it all out. He was sick that he had just caused his brother so much pain yet strangely turned on by finding out his brother was gay too. He always had thought his brother was sexy. What were the chances that both kids from uber-straight, homophobic parents would be gay. Mark needed to let Joe know it was okay and he might as well out himself since Kyle would do it sooner or later. “Joey… uh, Joe. It's okay. Gay, straight, trans… I don’t care. You are what you are and I’ll love you just the same.” Joe looked up and wiped the tears from his face “I’m sorry if I let you down, Mark.” With that comment, Mark almost got angry. “Let me down? Don’t let me ever hear you say something like that again. Being gay is not something to be ashamed of. Its a part of who you are just like being blonde or hairy or hung. Be proud. Enjoy the sex, the friendships that you make and meeting other gay people. We have enough of a problem being persecuted by homophobic assholes that we need to stick together and support each other.” Joe looked at Mark confused. 'Did he just say we’? Joe asked himself, only to decide to voice the question: “We?” Mark smiled back at Joe “Yeah, WE. Your big brother is a homo too. Capisce? Happy?” The three of them laughed at the last word. Joe responded “Fuck yeah, I’m happy! I’ve been dreading this day for almost 10 years. I never would have thought that it would work out this good.” “Well, don’t count on mom and dad taking it as well. It may just kill them if they find out both of their kids are queer” Mark said and they all laughed. Kyle got up and grabbed a six pack out of the fridge and handed a beer to each of them. Mark toasted Joe and Kyle “To being gay” and they clinked the bottles and took a big swig. For the next couple hours they drank and smoked, revealed some of their exploits and the times they were sure they were caught by each other or their parents. Joe and Mark hadn’t been this close or opened up to each other since they were in grade school. Mark ordered a pizza as the munchies took hold and when the delivery guy showed up they laughed since all three of them had fucked the guy. As the clock tipped past 10:00 PM they ran out of beer. Mark broke the news and said “Well, I was hoping we would go out to a bar tonight and relax after our ‘meeting.’ You guys interested? And thank god we don’t have to go to a straight bar.” “Fuck yeah!” Joe and Kyle answered in unison. Joe and Kyle changed their clothes and Joe said “I know a great place to go. Its only a few blocks from here.” “Great," Mark replied, adding "But I need to piss first,” as he walked to the bathroom. He left the door open and as he finished up and turned around he saw both guys at the doorway watching. “Too bad we couldn’t see the good stuff” said Joe. The guys walked over to the club and were joking and laughing the whole way. They stood in line for a bit and when they made it to the door, the bouncer asked “Who’s your daddy, Joe?” Mark laughed and then looked at the bouncer a bit closer and chuckled saying “Don’t take shit from Tony, Joe. He’s just a big teddy bear." The bouncer, who stood 6 foot 4 inches of solid muscle, stood up and stared down at Mark. A grin immediately followed as he exclaimed “Holy Fuck! Mark! It's great to see you bud. God I miss that cock”. Tony gave Mark a big bear hug and picked him up. The rest of the people in line had prepared for a fight and were relieved to see it was just old friends. Many were laughing about Tony wanting Mark’s cock. "It must be good" said one guy. Tony finally let Mark down and stamped all three of their hands, not collecting the cover charge. “I’ll see you in a bit Mark, when I get a break” said Tony as the three guys went into the club. The music was thumping and the floor was filled with guys dancing. Most were shirtless and some were almost naked with just a jockstrap or thong. Along one side was a large bar with some tables scattered around. They filtered through the crowd and it was obvious that Joe and Kyle knew a lot of the crowd - there were a few hugs and several asses slapped. They found a table that was empty and Mark headed to the bar. There were three bartenders working and he really liked their uniforms - a black jockstrap and a pair of Chucks. It displayed their sweaty bodies nicely and gave him something to lust over while he waited. Mark noticed that each of the bartenders had dollar bills stuck through the top strap, so he wasn’t sure if that was where they stored tips or if they danced too. He didn’t have to wait too long and one of the bartenders came over and yelled “whatcha need?” Mark gazed at the guy a bit too long, taking in his tight Latino body, six pack, smooth caramel skin with several prominent tattoos and a nipple ring. He had a bit of hair on his pecs and a thicker trail down to a sizable bulge in his jockstrap. There were glow sticks wrapped around his biceps showing off the muscle. His gaze was interrupted as the bartender yelled again “WHATCHA WANT?” Embarrassed, Mark yelled back “Three shots of Patron and three PBRs.” The bartender smiled, and gave him a wink and took off to get the drinks. Mark stared at his hot ass, perfectly framed by the jock’s leg straps, as he walked away and Mark felt his cock twitch. Soon the bartender was back with the drinks on a tray - three rocks glasses with a generous shot of tequila, three limes, a salt shaker and three tall cans of Pabst. The bartender yelled out “Thirty bucks, and I need the tray back right away.” Mark peeled off a 20 and two 10s handing 30 to the bartender and then reached over and stuffed the other 10 into the pouch of his jockstrap. Grabbing the tray, he carefully headed back to the table, dropping off the drinks. Mark never cared for the tequila ritual of salt and lime, so he just grabbed the glass as Joe and Kyle licked and salted their hand. “Salut” yelled Mark and they each downed their shots. Mark collected the glasses, salt shaker and spent limes and took them back to the bar and motioned to his sexy latin bartender that he had returned the tray and glasses. The bartender blew him a kiss and Mark blew one back and went back to the table. The table always seemed to have someone stopping by to say hi and he was introduced to many guys: Tim and Brandon, CJ and Nick and Stephanie and… ugh, he would never remember them all which was okay since he would likely never see them again. Joe and Kyle asked “How about we dance?” Mark, however, replied “You can. I’ll hold down the table,” and with that Joe and Kyle were off to the dance area. Mark watched them for a while, nursing his beer and enjoying the sight of his little brother dirty dancing with his boyfriend. At one point he saw Joe slide his hand down the back of Kyle's pants and Mark laughed, wondering if his load was still inside. Suddenly Mark felt a hand on his shoulder and two beers plopped down in front of him. It was Tony. “How the fuck are you?” was Tony’s greeting. “Doing great. Just back visiting for the weekend and checking up on Joey.” Mark and Tony chatted a bit and caught up. At one point Mark mentioned that he had a hotel for the weekend and maybe Tony could stop by before he left and sample his cock one more time. Tony looked down and then moved his head next to Mark’s ear and quietly stated “I’d love to play with you, but we gotta do it covered this time. I’m poz.” Mark turned his head and grinned at Tony and privately told him “No, we don't have to cover up. I'm also poz, but keep it quiet. I don’t want Joe to know yet.” Tony immediately had his smile back and they both hugged. Tony leaned in and told Mark “I haven’t said anything to Joe about you being gay. Does he know?” “Oh yeah, he does now. It has been an interesting day.” Mark made sure that he had Tony’s current number in his phone and Tony headed back to work just as Kyle walked up dripping with sweat and his t-shirt tucked into his jeans. Mark thought 'Damn he looks so fuckable right now' and almost wanted to bend him over and breed him again. Kyle took a swig of his beer and said “Joe is talking to a bud trying to score more weed. He’ll be back in a few.” “Cool” Mark replied and added “I’m gonna take a leak. Gotta recycle this beer.” Kyle said to Mark “Why don’t you wait 'til Joe gets back. I hate standing here alone, I feel like a loser.” Mark laughed and said “Sorry, nature calls and I can’t hold it much longer. You’ll be fine.” Mark headed over to the restroom and walked in. He was amazed at how big it was. How things change in a few years. He guessed gay clubs in college towns are no longer the dives they kept hidden like when he went to school. There were plenty of urinals, several stalls, a bunch of sinks and there seemed to be two connected rooms. He saw one stall with its door open and a guy fucking another just like he was in the airport the day before. He spotted an open urinal near the end and hurried over to it, whipping out his cock and pissed like crazy. Over his shoulder he heard a bunch of guys yelling and cheering. Once he finished pissing, he stuffed his cock back in his pants, quickly rinsed off his hands, and stepped into the other room to confirm what he suspected was going on. There was a group of about a dozen guys circled tightly around a guy who was bent over getting spit roasted. Mark moved in closer and watched the guy to his right drill the bottom slut. The guys to the sides were all stroking their cocks, some blowing their loads on the slut’s back. Mark pulled his cock out and started to stroke. The guy to his left let out a “Holy fuck, this dude’s pierced.” Mark blushed as everyone looked over to see his hard cock and 0 gauge PA. The guy to Mark’s left reached over and stroked Mark’s cock, gripping it tightly, and Mark reached over and stroked the guy's cock. The guy to his right grunted, bending over the slut, slamming his cock balls-deep as he came. The guy pulled out, his cum clearly oozing out of the slut’s hole. The guy to Mark’s left nudged him over and said “I want to see you fuck this cumdump.” A few of the other men nodded, as each stroke himself. Mark moved over and rubbed some of the cum on to the head of his cock and rested the ring on the slut's hole. Pushing in, the sluts well lubed and stretched hole swallowed up his thick cock. Once he was all the way in, he started fucking for all he was worth, totally enjoying the slut's hole. The guy to his left leaned over and kissed him while pinching his nipple. His thrusts got harder and harder the more his nips were played with. He felt his balls start to tighten and then the guy twisted his nip hard. That was all it took and Mark started to flood the slut with his venom. One spurt became five, then six, then seven. The guy to his left broke the kiss and stopped the nipple play and Mark pulled his cock out of the slut. Looking down at the slut’s ass he saw some cum drip out and a birthmark on the slut's right cheek. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. Mark stuffed his cum covered cock back into his jockstrap and zipped up. He washed his hands again as his heart was racing. He headed back to the table and found Kyle there. Kyle said “You ok man? You look like you saw a ghost.” Mark said “I’m fine. I just caught my cock on my zipper.” Kyle had gotten a round of beers and Mark took a big swig. The awkward silence was broken when Mark whispered in Kyle’s ear “Let’s keep our hookup this afternoon just between the two of us for now. Okay?” Kyle quietly replied "Absolutely. Joe knows I got bred this afternoon, but I didn’t tell him it was you.” “Thanks” Mark replied as he absorbed the ramifications. About that time Joe walked up and smiled, patting his bulging pocket. “Scored some good stuff.” They finished their beers and Joe said it had been a long hard week he was beat. It was almost closing time anyway, so how about they meet tomorrow about noon. Mark agreed and they headed out of the club where Mark slapped Tony’s ass and gave him a big hug. The guys walked back to the apartment. They hugged goodbye at the building door and Mark went to his car still kind of buzzed. 'Good thing the hotel isn’t far' he thought. He pulled in to the space right by his hotel room and went inside. Stripping his clothes off, he went into the shower and rinsed off. Leaning against the wall he let the hot water run all over his body. Finally he turned the water off and dried his body off and fell into the bed. Muttering 'shit' to himself, he rolled over and soon was sound asleep.

This is all getting too much for Brandon watching us fucking on the sofa so he gets up onto his feet and his cock is pointing straight out........"grrrrrrrrr...."i need up there soon" he says as he walks over to a side table and picks up what looks like a small bottle of lube and proceeds to pour a steady stream down onto his cock while massaging it up and down the shaft evenly with his other hand......."you are fucking going to enjoy this" he says out loud and picks up his small baggie of powder,opens it and i can make out he is sprinkling it on his hard cock.....i,m still riding Paul and he now has his arms around me so i cant move so much and he is breathing heavy in my ear,nibbling it and kissing my neck and telling me how nice my wet hole feels inside.........he pinches my small tina cock and pulls on it "thats nice" he said then followed it up with "do you want Brandon to fuck you now before i cum inside you or do you want both our spunk inside you"........"i want you both" followed by "i want you both to fuck your spunk up me" and at this point Brandon is standing right in front of me looking down at my face as im now looking straight at his tina coated glistening black cock and looking up to his gorgeous smile - fuck he is beautiful i think to myself........Paul tells me to pull my legs back and he hooks both hands in behind my knees to hold my legs steady and Brandon is now down on his knees and the tip of his cock is resting at the entrance to my already cock filled hole. "you are stinking of spunk like a filthy slut" he said as he starts pushing into my hole with the head of his hard cock......and the burning starts almost instantly and i blurt out "fuck me like a filthy slut and fill me with your spunk".......i feel the tina go around my whole body and straight into my head and now my hole is really on fire.........Brandon pushes another inch or two into me and i feel my hole stretching open even more......its a nice full feeling but it doesn't give up easy so he pushes harder and and he is almost half into me and my holes burning even more but im feeling it open up to accommodate him alongside Paul......."do you want it all"........."fuck yes give me it all" i cry out so he pushes harder and i get that fucking animal urge again and shout out "push it all inside me"..........i dont care if my holes too tight for both cocks i thought "just fuck it all inside me like a slut".........i didn't care if it was even going to hurt or not my arse was on fire with lust,i was tingling allover my body and my eyes were doing christ knows what as i could barely focus and my balls have went tight while my cock is shrinking even smaller until it almost disappears inside me like a tiny boy.......i still had Paul breathing down my neck and i was trying to keep myself together and buck my hole around both cocks and trying to force my hole down onto both of them with an urgent need as im being stretched open to the max.........Brandon forcefully pushed the rest of his tina coated cock all the way inside me and i cried out so loud that im sure all the neighbors heard but it was a good pain - it was so fucking good i almost cried with tears of joy......and then it started .........Brandon was slowly pulling out halfway from my spunky hole and pushing all the way back into me and my arse was adjusting itself inside with each move and i cried out "fuck me baby" followed swiftly with "FUCK ME" out louder and in and out Brandon went inside my spunky sloppy hole and deeper all the way he went and harder and faster he started to build up the thrusting like a machine that had lost control.......Paul is holding my legs back tightly by now and Brandon is pounding me hard and fast and my hole has opened right up - it feels so easy - so fucking beautiful - feels so right like its meant to be......i am flying and my heart is beating so fast i think it is going to leap out of my chest and im sweating like ive just stood under a shower........my back is sticking to Pauls chest and i feel trickles of sweat drop off me and down onto Paul but Brandon doesnt let up..........Pauls hard cock manages to stay inside me and Brandon is stuffing me so hard i feel like an absolute whore............"yeah baby take it all...take it fucking all" he said out loud as his relentless pounding tore into my now gaping hole digging it wider and deeper with each thrust............"you enjoying that baby "Paul whispered in my ear" and Brandon said "this fucking slut is loving it but were not done yet"......"im going to tear your fucking hole up until you bleed" he said and "he needs a gift for getting both our cocks inside him"..........Paul said "lets do this together" as he is trying to now fuck me from below making his cock feel like it just got harder and thicker inside me stretching me even more and im just laying there letting them both use me for their pleasure.....my arse is pushing out around both their cocks,pulsating,gyrating and gripping them both like it has a mind of its own and im giving it all up and yes i am absolutely stinking of spunk,sweat and tina............"im cumming up your slutty arse right now" Brandon says as he is keeping his momentum up and Paul starts moaning beneath me and i can tell he is spunking inside me and im crying out "please fuck me" "fuck me harder" and "please fill me up" over and over and Brandon is ramming me hard as fuck and cumming inside me as his face gets that grimace and he is growling and moaning like he cant stop cumming and hes now pushing deeper and deeper squeezing another inch into my slutty arse and i can feel it all and he stops and holds it still as i try to squeeze and tighten my hole around both cocks but it feels impossible as my hole is destroyed and i know it.....it feels fabulous ........."oh man" Paul said "you are the fucking best slut we have ever fucked" and Brandon lets out that deep laugh he has and im looking right into his eyes and he is still hard inside me milking out every last drop of his spunk up my guts "you really are a fucking filthy cum slut" and i know i am and love hearing both them speak like that to me.........."im just a fucking cum slut" i say out loud and Brandon leans into me while still inside and Paul puts his arms around us all to hold Brandon onto me like a group hug........it feels like we lay there for at least 5 minutes sticking to each other and hearts pounding like fuck while we recovered....."i love you both" i said and they laughed......"we love you too" said Paul and he kissed my neck..........."time for a shower and tidy up" Paul says as Brandon pulls his cock out of my hole and stands up....i can see its covered in alot of spunk tinged with pink and red...... i dont care as it was the best fuck ive ever had.........my hole feels really loose and Paul is still inside me but lets it plop out by itself......i again try to tighten my hole as a rush of air trys to get inside me........but im destroyed........Paul helps me to my feet and i can see pink spunk stains on the cushion which is also darkened with sweat where we had been laying........we both stand there having a hug and kiss while Brandon tidys up taking his pipe,baggie,lube and picking all clothes up and my glass of water he leaves the room....."lets hit the shower" Paul says and he puts the lamp out in the lounge before taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom to get washed.

JACKSON PRICE - Stumbled upon an amateur clip on a tumblr site recently of a Jackson Price lookalike* slamming. Remember him? Cute blonde, started off in twink vanilla condom porn, graduated to fisting, then to bareback (TIM, SX). The clip was hot. KEIRAN - Is a more recent Aussie bb porn performer who did work for TIM and Eric Videos. Usually as a macho top. But off camera he's definitely versatile. He escorts under Oztrouble on BBRT, and has an excellent tumblr site under the same handle. He posted a clip in November of him pushing cum out of his hole, and called it "two loads lighter." Very hot! What a guy! Given the title of this thread ... am not implying that either Jackson or Keiran are "used-up." But clearly, both definitely "used." LOL. And both definitely hot! [* coz slamming is illegal ... probably a good idea to suggest "lookalike." Um, that's a lookalike with the same distinctive torso birthmark . Go hard JP!]

As I sat in Western Studies I rocked slightly on the plug in my hole and imagined the loads inside of me sloshing around and instantly I got hard. My mind was racing thinking about those guys on a4a I had messaged, the Craigslist ad I had posted, and all they guys that Anthony had given my phone number out to; and it didn’t help that Western Studies was probably one of the most boring classes of all time. I pulled out my phone and logged onto the a4a mobil ap and felt my hole twitch as I saw that both men I had emailed earlier had responded. I opened BBossMan’s email first. “Get off work @ 6. Whats ur phone #. Ill text u my addy.” I laughed a little at his typing but then I remembered the hairy chest and thick cock in his profile picture and replied to him with my phone number. Next I read CollegeTopJock’s mail. “call me tonight around 11 and i’ll tell you how to get to the frat house, i wanna breed you good,” and he included his phone number. Nice, one load at five and then one before bed, today was shaping up to be a cum filled day. Just as I closed the ap a text came through from a number I didn’t know. “Hey boy. Loved breeding your hot cunt this weekend. Got time after class at 11, meet me in the handicapped stall in the basement bathroom in Mercer Hall.” Perfect, my glass got out at 10.50, just enough time to get two buildings over to Mercer and I knew exactly what bathroom he was talking about. “OK!” I replied, and then realizing I had no idea who I was supposed to be meeting asked “BTW who is this?” After a few minutes by way of response I received a picture of a thick fat uncut white boy cock and knew that it had to belong to the twink who had bred me on my first day at Anthony’s. “My hole is plugged up and lubed with one load already. See you at eleven.” The next half hour of class was excruciating, I thought that I was going to give my self an orgasm from the way my hole was tweaking out around my plug at the very thought of getting the twink’s cock again. As soon as 10. 50 rolled around I tossed my things into my bag and made my way as quickly out of the hall and back out onto the quad as I could. Mercer was two buildings north of where I had class and I started off at a light jog, the plug bumping against my prostate as I ran. Zig-zagging through crowds of students I dashed down the basement stairs, down a long corridor to the bathroom and flung myself into the handicapped stall as instructed. After a few moments I heard the bathroom door open and someone approach the stall. When the stall door opened I was thrilled to see the twink standing there with a big grin on his face and an even bigger bulge in his pants. “Damn Mark, Anthony is training you well. It took me three weeks before I would have answered a text like the one I sent you last year. You’re some sort of natural borne slut. I’m Chris by the way.” “Thanks, I think” I stammered, and secretly reminded myself to save his contact information later. “Oh, it’s a compliment. Now get on your knees and get my cock out.” I dropped my bag on the floor and fell to my knees in front of the six foot tall twink and quickly undid his skinny jeans allowing his thick meaty beautiful cock to flop out. I loved he fact that this boy didn’t wear any underwear, a practice I would soon take up, and was amazed that even mostly soft his cock felt like a small python in my hands. Opening wide I took his whole shaft down my throat and started to suck like my life depended on it. Chris put his hands on the back of my head and started to slowly rock back and forth fucking my mouth. Very slowly his cock began to harden and it became more and more difficult to swallow the whole thing till finally he was at full mast and all I could do was work the head and lick up and down the veiny shaft. I nuzzled his low hanging balls and got a whiff of his sweet manly smell. After a few minutes he pulled me to my feet and spun me around. I braced my hands against the wall and bent over as he pulled my jeans and underpants down exposing my plugged hole. “How long have you been plugged boy?” “Sense just after you fucked my the first time, the only time it’s been out sense has been to take loads.” He pulled the plug out slowly and I felt my ass stretching around it till suddenly there was a squishy pop and my hole felt empty and sad. “Damn you really have been plugged for three days your ass lips are all loose and puffy, that’s a beautiful boycunt. Man I love when Anthony get’s new boys, they always spend the first few weeks with such great sloppy cunts,” and with that he started to press is dick inside of me, slowly stretching my already slack hole around his massive tool. I moaned loudly and Chris clapped his hand over my mouth muttering, “Do you want the whole building to hear you and come down to find you with a cock stuffed up your cum filled hole like some kind of cheap whore?” I shook my head and bit my lip to try and stay quiet but secretly what he said turned me on, I did want to be found because I wanted to get fucked more. Chris very quickly picked up the pace till I was sure that the rest of the building would hear the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. He held tight onto my hips and bucked away violently till after just five minutes or so he slammed in all the way and emptied his load into me, his massive tool making his deposit deep, deep inside my guts. After he pulled out and whipped his dick off on my ass cheeks, Chris returned the plug to my hole, and pulled me up to face him. He drew me into him and planted a long and passionate kiss on my mouth. I melted into him, feeling his still hard cock pressed between up. When we finally split Chris checked the time on his phone and said he had to dash, but just before he left the stall he kissed me again and said “every Tuesday and Thursday you’ll be here to take my load right boy?” “Hell yes!” “Good.” And then he was gone just as quickly as he arrived. I pulled up my pants and underwear, slung my backpack over my shoulder and got out my phone. I had two more messages from people I didn’t know, six email responses from my Craigslist ad, and four new messages on a4a. When it rains it really does pore.

Now I was horny. That seemed to be the new pattern, before my first load of the day I would be nervous, indecisive, and ashamed about what I had done and what I wanted to do, but then after all of those emotions were replaced with a far simpler feeling: hunger. I walked quickly back to my dorm scrolling through Grindr and Scruff on my iPhone as I walked but it was too early to really find anyone online. Between the load sloshing around in my guts and the plug once again firmly plated in my hole I was practically humping the door frame I was so horny by the time I made it back to my apt I stripped off my clothes and lat on my bed for a minute enjoying the smell of fuck sweat that was slowly filling my room. Then I reached under the bed and grabbed my laptop and flipping it open I quickly brought up Craigslist and a4a. I scrolled through Craigslist for a minute before on an impulse clicking the make a post link and quickly creating my first ever request for tops on Craigslist. College Bottom Boy for Loads 21 year old bottom needs breeding today! 5’9” 160lbs. Send phone number and cock pic in email… the larger the cock the quicker the response. And before I really thought it through I put my computer at the end of my bed, set the camera to timer, popped the plug out of my hole and bent over. I was stunned what by what I saw on the screen when I turned back around. Every other time I had looked at my hole it had been tight and pink surrounded by a light dusting of dark brown hair, but what I saw was a gaping puffy mess with hair matted down by cum around it and a thin dribble of cum oozing out. Well that certainly gets the message across I thought and attached the picture to my ad. Then I opened a4a and was surprised to find ten new messages sitting in my in box, I guess my new profile information had sparked some interest. Before I opened the email I uploaded my new hole pic to my private photos just incase I needed to show off later. The first email in my box was from Anthony: Nice profile update boy, hope it gets you some more cock. I ran my curser over the names of the other people who emailed me. A few had no pics, another few were old and fat (little did I know that later that same semester I would be begging those men to breed my hole as well), but there were three that intrigued me: CollegeTopJock, BBossMan, and Thick4U. CollegeTopJock was 19, six foot one, two hundred pounds, a member of Tau Kappa Epsilon had played football in high school, was a neg anything goes top and was sporting a nine inch cut cock. I returned his smile and then wrote him a message, “Horny as hell, already got fucked this morning, when are you free?” A small bit of me was amazed at the brazenness of my message but I was thinking with my hole not with my head at that point, I opened the next message from BBossMan. “Hey boi, when u gonna cum take my fuckin load.” Hastily I replied, unlocking my pics as I did so, “Already got one load up my cunt this morning, but my hole is still hungry, when are you free?” The voice in my head that had been shocked at my first email whimpered even quieter at this message. Then I looked at the last profile and saw the one thing that still gave me pause, he was pause. HIV+. I stopped and thought for a minute and then closed the window. I maybe condom free but I’m neg only, and I was right about that for another two years but that is a different story entirely. Just then my alarm when off and I laughed, time for school. I grabbed my towel and shower caddie and headed off to the showers down the hall with no small measure of reluctance, I was enjoying the sweet musky smell of fucksweat that was clinging to my body after my early morning breeding. Then freshly showered with my plug still firmly in my ass I grabbed my computer, tossed it in my bag and hurried off to my Western Cultures class.

PART II I was sitting in the hot tub, watching the men around me from the corner of my eye. It was not a small tub like the ones people have in their backyards, but easily three meters square. If two guys on opposite ends rested their arms and shoulders on the edge of the pool, letting their outstretched bodies float in the water, their toes would hardly touch in the middle. Not that I tried to. To see all those hot, daddy-type dudes really intimidated me. Harry had been right, I was by far the youngest guy in the room. And to be honest it somewhat made me nervous. Though I had always lusted after older men, especially the hairy, bearded ones, until today my experience had mostly been limited to boys my own age. Well, not mostly, but entirely. And to see all of those guys walking around the room at least half naked, their mature, masculine bodies on display as if it was the most natural thing on earth, had me shivering with excitement, the blood rushing in my ears. Whenever a man made eye contact, and I was surprised by how many of them tried to, I blushed and looked away. But one of them proved to be particularly persistent. He sat across from me and just kept staring, nodding his head whenever our eyes met. With his cropped grey hair and neatly trimmed beard he reminded me of Harry actually, but whereas Harry was just lean, this guy looked emaciated. His face was haggard, eyes and cheeks sunken in, his collarbones showing since his chest was not nearly as muscular as Harry's. Sure, I hadn't seen much of the world yet, but it didn't take a physician to diagnose what looked like full-blown AIDS to me. Don't stare at him like that. He'll think you want to have sex with him, moron. But it was already too late. I almost froze in terror when he suddenly got up and waded towards me through the turmoiled water. He had to be a very tall guy. While the water had covered my asscheeks completely, surging through my crack with every step I made, it didn't reach much higher than his knees, his lean, vascular thighs in full sight. But what really caught my eye was the monstrous uncut dick dangling in front of him, the sheathed cockhead parting the surface of the pool like an icebreaker pushing aside the floes.It might sound strange, but my first thought was that his cock looked like some kind of parasitic life form, a monstrous, blood-filled leech that had sunk its fangs into the guy's crotch to suck all the sap and energy from its host's body. It was long, bloated and angry-red, with thick veins running along the length of the shaft. The epitome of vitality. To see it attached to this frail, emaciated body was surreal. Since its latest victim was obviously drained to the last drop, I almost expected it to drop off his body and to disappear in the bubbling water, looking for a new host to grind its teeth into and feast on until it would finally be satiated. But of course it was only a cock, though definitely the longest, thickest and - I have to admit - tastiest cock I had ever seen. "Hi, my name's Glen." A hand entered my field of vision, blocking my view of this magnificent piece of meat and breaking the almost hypnotical connection. I shook his hand and looked up at the guys face with an insecure smile. "I'm Kevin." From close up the trenches running down his tanned, leathery cheeks seemed even deeper, making him look like a cigar store Indian. Somewhere in the winding depths of my mind a panicky voice was screaming "AIDS, AIDS, AIDS...", but my body seamed to have a mind of its own. My little dick was stiff as a ramrod and my asshole twitched like mad. I just couldn't help it, my eyes were drawn back to his massive cock again. "Like what you see, boy?" I gulped. Of course I liked his dick. I wanted it more than anything else before. But I just couldn't admit that, not to myself and all the more not to that stranger approaching me. It was just too risky and no dick in the world was worth taking that risk. Not even this long, thick, veiny - Stop it, moron. Stop it right now, or you'll end up with your ass full of his AIDS-cum!!! I willed my head to shake 'No'. "You don't? What a shame, cause it really likes you. See?" Glen was right, his cock was heaving, swaying seductively in front of me. To my utter surprise it seemed to be filling out even more, slowly gaining in diameter, the veins getting more prominent with every second that passed by. I could almost see his blood rushing through them. Now it was swinging from side to side like a cobra following the movements of the fakir's flute. But of course the cobra was me and my eyes never left the tip of his flute. I licked my lips involuntarily. A clear drop was forming as more and more pre-cum was welling out of Glen's piss-slit. Finally a translucent string was dangling before my eyes, quivering every time his fat cock jumped with excitement. And I could tell how excited he was. Glen was breathing heavily and when he finally broke the hypnotic silence, his voice was deep and husky: "Are you really sure you don't like my cock, young man? If you are, just say 'No' and I'll never bother you again." My mind was in turmoil, I wanted it so bad, but at the same time couldn't allow myself to admit it. I was transfixed like your proverbial deer in the headlights. That's when his cock took the decision for me. It throbbed one more time, the string of pre-cum ripped off, falling down towards the surface of the gurgling water. Without thinking, I darted forward, my tongue stretched out, desperately trying to catch the precious drop all my senses had been focused on. But I was too late, it disappeared in the whirlpool. A sigh of despair escaped my lips. When I looked up at Glen, he just gave me a shit-eating grin. "Don't worry, boy. There's more where this came from. More than you could ever ask for. Now let's get going and find us some private place. I can't wait so see those cute lips wrapped around my fat daddydick. You better work up a lot of saliva, because Daddy never uses any artificial lube. So spit and pre-cum is all the lubrication you're gonna get. Wonder how long it's gonna take your little boyhole to accomodate my thick ass-stretcher." He chuckled lecherously. "But don't worry. Daddy pre-cums a lot and since I never use condoms either, your little fuckhole will be slick with natural lube in no time. And when I rub my slimy cockhead over your quivering hole, you'll be begging to have Daddy's big mancock shoved into you." And he was right. I didn't know much right then, but I knew for sure I'd be begging for it. And I'd mean it. Begging him for his AIDS-load. "Now lets get going. My balls are boiling already: Time to turn you into daddy's cumdump..." He grabbed my arm to pull me with him and I was about to get up, when a voice boomed through the cave-like tiled room: "Hey, Kevin. Here you are. I almost thought you were hiding from me. Ready to take your tour around the place?" Harry was walking towards the tub. Naked, towel around his neck, his big cock dangling in front of him. The gray hair covering his muscular body already matted by the steamy air. I blushed. Finally I muttered: "Er, Glen here has already offered to..." That's when I realized that Glen had gone. He was sitting at the other side of the whirlpool again, his eyes closed, feigning to be asleep. The last couple of minutes might just as well never have happened. But I had no time to think. Harry jumped into the water with quite a splash and sat down next to me, laying his arm around my back. "So, where do you want to go first?" PART III in the making. (Sorry it took me so long. I had to focus on school and at some point I forgot about this story altogether. But right now I'm already halfway through with PART III. I promise. )

The first time I took a fist, my body went on SENSORY OVERLOAD! Once you get that fist inside, your instincts are to push. Unfortunately, you can't cause your top is in control. My first fisting experience lasted about 10 minutes. I had a patient top who was a member of M.A.F.I.A (Mid-America Fists In Action). Once he removed his fist, I went into shock cause my body was trying to process what happened. He stayed with me until the shock was over and I was back to normal. Once I processed what the 2 of us did, I wanted more. be patient with the process.

I'm a bottom and there sometimes seems to be no logic to whether my cock stays hard or soft when i'm getting fucked! It's like my dick has a mind of it's own, sometimes i'm rock hard and sometimes totally limp. However, if I am soft it doesn't mean i'm enjoying it any less. The sex feels amazing (most of the time!) and I will usually get hard and cum at some point. I also quite enjoy the humilation aspect of getting fucked while soft. There's something quite demeaning about my limp, little dick flailing around wildly whilst i'm getting pounded and I also get off on seeing this in porn sometimes. I guess when I am soft, it just feels to me like i'm a totally submissive fucktoy who is there only for the pleasure of the top.