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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.

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.

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.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

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.

Part 1; I got to speaking with this cute 24 year old on Recon. My profile stipulates safe sex as; 'Never', and in my text it says I never use condoms, and that I only do RAW. This subject was never touched upon. He had for a very long time been fascinated by the world of Bondage, and Fetish in general, and apparently had not had any experience with it at all. I had arranged for him to come to my place, where he would let himself into my porch, strip naked, put on the Jock-strap that I would hang out for him, turn the lock on my front door, then kneel facing it with his eyes shut. I told him I would hear the lock click down, and that was his signal to me that he had now officially surrendered all control to me. In our messaging online I informed him that at this point I would be putting a collar and leash on him, would be blind-folding him, and would be putting fist Mitts on his hands, so he'd lose control, and walk like a pup. My entry phone buzzed ... 'Hello boy' 'Hello Sir' 'Are you sure you are ready?' 'Yes Sir. Very nervous, but ready' 'Then come in' I left my front door ajar, and heard him come in and close it. I heard him shuffling as he stripped and put on the Jock-strap. I then heard the lock click. Fuck yeah. That cunt is now mine! I fetched his blindfold, collar, leash, and fist mitts, and opened the door. WOW, his cute little round ASS that arched out prominently from his lower back was completely irresistible. If I saw him in a club I'd be on a mission to get what I wanted, but here, submitted to me on a silver platter, no effort required! I put the blindfold on, then the fist mitts, then the collar and leash. I knelt down behind him, put my hands between his ASS cheeks and the straps to the Jock-strap. He let out a whimper, and he started to shake. I groped and squeezed his buttocks whilst also running my hands up and down his upper thighs. He continued to tremble. 'STOP trembling' No sooner had I commanded him to stop, he did. I got him to stand up, where I then attached knee pads to his knees, and ordered him to again get on all 4s. I lead my new pup to the bedroom and stood us in front of my full length mirror. I pushed hard above his ASS, as to force him into the pup sitting position ... 'SIT ... SIT ... Good boy, there's a good boy' ... I stroked his hair, as he seemed pleased with himself. I lit up a Cigar, and smoked as I admired the contrast of Master and his pup. He, naked except his Jock-strap, and accessories, and I, wearing a Harness, Leather chaps (no underwear), knee length boots, and a military leather cap. It all looked so sexy. BUT, then, disobedience of inexperience kicked in ... 'What are we doing?' 'Did I say you could speak' I barked! ... 'You will only speak when spoken to. And as I told you time and time again online, you always address me as Sir, which you just failed to do, disobeying your Master. Get on all 4's, pig' 'Sorry Sir. I guess I have a lot to learn' I got the Leather Paddle, and commenced flogging both ASS cheeks ... 'Yes, you have MUCH to learn boy, and tonight you'll be learning some very big lessons' He then pissed himself. Thankfully my bedroom floor is floorboards, and not carpeted! ********** Part 2 to follow;

Recently visited Manticore and had a good time. Sauna has good facilities, and well designed for cruising. Seems that only Friday-Sunday are worthwhile. Went on a Saturday afternoon and then again that evening. The afternoon was quiet, and also had a few trannies around. Not my scene but they had their admirers. What I did get was deep-throated. I am well endowed so it was quite an achievement on my man's part. He got down to the last 4cms/2", and then I gently but firmly pushed my cock in the rest of the way. Getting my balls resting against his chin was an absolute trip! About 20 folks in the evening. Nearly all local, but that is what you would expect: Plymouth is a working city, not a tourist destination. In general an older crowd, but provided you are prepared to mix it in group action and have a big cock, you are made most welcome. And the action is bareback. The action for me was getting involved in a 3 men daisy chain: a first for me. I was invited to stick my cock into a tasty skinhead's arse, and once in, I was penentrated by a top with a real thick cock. First few strokes hurt a bit as he thoroughly stretched me, but there is nothing more guaranteed to make me hard than feeling my hole being forced well open. So the skin really got it from my swollen cock as we got into the rythmn of the top pushing into me and my then pushing into the skin. No loads, but that's life. So, if you are in Plymouth...........

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.

Yes, love them hairy and stinky. Better than poppers

@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.

I agree super sexy photo. You could use me any time.

I love a PA in my ass or mouth especially with a POZ Man. The bigger the better. If it scrapes it is doing its job, as for chipping teeth I don't have any.

I love getting fuck by a Man with a P. A but as I have 4 gauge P. A not everyone likes it in there hole or mouth. In the ass it can cause small scraps and in the mouth it can chip teeth.

I live with the husband and I get fucked by regulars, anons and visitors to the area literally multiple times a day, seven days a week. All I have to do is be flexible. Mostly get fucked in my own place. Sometimes at theirs. Sometimes I get fucked in dark alleyways or backyards by straight or homeless guys.

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.

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

I grabbed my shorts and walked over to a shelf and pulled two towels down, tossing one to Louis. “Sorry, no shower here” I said. I wiped my crotch and ass off and put my shorts back on. He wiped off, but still seemed to be in a daze. I looked at the clock and it was almost ten PM. “I guess we’re not going to get much done tonight. My place is closer if you want to just head over there. We can drink a few beers and you can crash there. We’ll finish the bike up in the morning” I told Louis. “OK, I don’t really feel like working on the bike right now either. You sure its ok to stay at your place? I can grab a Uber or bus back to my place” Louis said. “Yeah, of course. You want to go now or do a bit of work?” I asked, hoping he was on the same wavelength as me. “I don’t think I would be of much use right now. I’d just be staring at you the whole time” Louis replied with a grin. I dropped my shorts back to the floor and walked past him to pick up my jeans. As I walked by I felt his hand touch my ass. The garage was like a sauna with the door closed and our sweating bodies hadn’t helped it cool down. We both put our clothes on, me in jeans and a tee and Louis in his khakis and shirt. Once my boots were laced I opened the door and wheeled the Yamaha out again. All suited up I closed the door and hopped on the bike with Louis taking the bitch spot again. I left my jacket open and took the long way home, enjoying the summer air as it cooled me off. I noticed that Louis’ grip on my waist was tighter than it had been the week before and he would occasionally reach down and grab my junk. I pulled off the alley and parked under the back stairs like I always did and locked the bike to the post. “Welcome” I said as we walked in the door. I gave Louis the grand tour by standing in the center of the living room and pointing at the other rooms. “Kitchen… office… bathroom… bedroom” I said. “I need the bathroom first, Ryan” Louis said and almost sprinted over to it. He closed the door which made me laugh to myself, but I went into the bedroom and pulled my boots, socks, jeans and shirt off. I walked out of the bedroom about the time Louis came out of the bathroom. “Whoa” he said, obviously surprised at me being almost naked. “Sorry, this is how I usually dress when I’m at home. I can put my jeans back on if you want…” I replied. “No, no, I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s your place, your rules” Louis said, smiling. We sat on the couch and I flicked the TV on before I reached over and grabbed the pipe and loaded it with the weed I got earlier. We passed it back and forth taking hits until it was spent. Louis looked over at me and seemed to want to say something and then just pulled his shirt off. “Fuckin’ warm in here” he said and I wasn’t sure if he was complaining or explaining. He stood up and kicked off his sneakers and then his jeans and sat back down on the couch in just his CK trunks close to me. Sky’s comments kept haunting me in my mind and while I desperately wanted to jump his bones, I didn’t make any moves. Well, for a few minutes anyway. Louis nuzzled in next to me and I wrapped my arm around him. We finished the show on TV and he turned his head and smiled at me. We locked eyes and his nose was right next to my sweaty pit. I saw him sniff quietly a few times and then I had to know. “You like that smell?” I asked. Louis turned bright red, realizing he was busted. “Nothing wrong with it, Louis. Just about every animal uses smell to find mates, humans are no different. Go ahead, sniff all you want” I said calmly. Louis turned and then pushed my arm up. What he did next, surprised me. He attacked my pit with his nose and tongue. He was breathing deep and coating his beard and face with my sweat before he lapped at my whole armpit with his tongue. I heard him moaning quietly and a smile grew across my face as I realized he was enjoying it as much as I was. He spent almost ten minutes like this until his tongue had washed most of my scent off. My rock hard cock was sticking up past the top band on my jockstrap, leaking precum down through the hair and into the cloth. I reached over and grabbed his arm and was about to shove my face in his armpit when he stopped me. “No! I put antiperspirant on this morning” he yelled out. I appreciated the warning - I’ve gotten my tongue coated in that damn stuff too many times to count and it sucks every time. I knew of a few other spots I could savor his scent, but I didn’t want to move too fast. “You do like the smell of a sweaty pit then” I said. “Yeah, if I’m going to be alone for a day I don’t shower or use pit stick so I can smell my ripe pits, but I didn’t know anyone else did shit like that. Sorry, I've always wanted to try that with my own pit and you didn't seem to mind” Louis said. “That was hot. I love a man’s natural scent and when it gets really ripe it’s even better. I never use deodorant - the most I’ll do is grab a shower if I have to be scent free. If no one is going to be around, I’ll just let it build for days” I replied. “Mmmm, I want to smell that” Louis said while looking back at me with a smile.

I'd been talking to this cute 19 year old guy on Grindr off and on for a while. I hit him up the other night and he said he was stressed out from studying. In a cliché line, I said I'd be happy to offer some stress relief. He said he couldn't that night, but that tomorrow would be good and to message him then. Now, guys on Grindr are known for being flaky, but I messaged him the next day, and he said to come around 9. We exchanged numbers and he gave me his address, which I recognized as being on the border of a major university. I drove over there and found that it was indeed a frat house. He told me a code for the back door and directed me to his room. I knocked on the door, and he peeked out, completely naked. I walked in and we immediately started kissing and I grabbed his ass. He was about 5'11" and 190lbs, Asian, and totally smooth. He pulled my clothes off and we went to his bed. As we continued to kiss, I started fingering his tight, smooth hole, and I found there was already lube there. I asked if he'd been fucked already, and he said he'd fucked himself to get ready. We made out more on the bed, and he got me on my back and started sucking my dick, which felt amazing. Now, oral feels good, but I'm all about the ass, so I guided him off my cock and positioned him above me. He lowered himself down and I aligned my dick, wet with his saliva, with his already lubed hole. He pressed against the head and gasped as my mushroom head popped in. He slowly lowered himself down, taking my entire this 6.5" shaft into his smooth tight hole. We kissed some more, and he started slowly riding me. I eventually flipped him onto his back and started fucking him missionary. He said it hurt a little, so I pulled out, lubed my dick, started pounding him. I did that for a while, but he started hurting again, so I gave a few final thrusts and shot my load deep into him. We cuddled and chatted for a bit afterward, and he commented that he felt my load in him and it felt great. I got dressed again and made my way out of the frat house very satisfied.

Back in the 1970's and 80's before the city where I live cracked down on glory holes at the ABS I would sit in a booth eat loads all day long sometimes. Almost every night I would get off work I would stop and suck as many loads as I could in and hour or two. It was and addiction I couldn't resist. I would get home and the wife sometimes knew where I was because of cum stains on my shirt. That was before I started barebacking all the time .

Aaron will have a good summer being bred by two men, but he'll really have a ball in the men's room in the basement of the library. He'll be able to take lots of loads there if it's like the men's room of the library where I went to school.

It’s difficult to get away from him, the BF. Love him dearly and all that, but I like my own space and I need to be used. A lot. And by a lot of different cocks. A lot of dudes I’ll never see and never know. So, when he’s asleep. Flat out upstairs, I invite them over. The unknown cocks. Leave the door unlocked. Wait in the dark, bent over, pre-lubed, poppered up. Praying. Begging some almighty god I don’t believe in to let them come. And they do. It’s worse than when I first started going to saunas. Lying face down on the plastic covered mattresses and waiting. Hoping someone would come in and load me and terrified they might, all at the same time. It’s worse because there’s the waiting, but there’s the listening too. Checking I can still hear the snoring. Checking there’s no movement upstairs. A long, deep sniff of poppers will throw your hearing range out of whack. Fill your ears with blood. Rush it around your temples faster than he can fuck you. So you freeze in the dark. Bent over the chair. Wait for the soft click of the door handle. Then you sniff. You let him ease in, except there’s no easing, not this time. This time, he slides balls deep upon entry. And he’s got one of those long, thick cocks that thickens even more at the base. Stretches your hole every time he pushes in just a little deeper. But you can’t moan or groan. Can’t call out for him to stop. You can’t make a sound at all. Just listen. Listen to the blood pulsating in your ears. Listen for the snoring above. Paranoid you’re hearing creaks and footsteps. But he doesn’t care. He keeps pulling all the way out, all eight, thick inches, then all the way in, right down to his balls. He thrusts and thrusts, taking your breath away and leaving your hole stinging. The rustle of his jacket, the slap of his balls against your cunt seemingly deafening in the dark. Quicker and faster and less discreet until he drives so far in there’s no going back. You're wet. Dripping. And he rests, just for a second before ripping himself out of you, zipping up and walking away. You're done in. Your hole feels stretched and exhausted. Fatigued. And you wait for the spots to fade in front of your eyes. There's a vibration. Your phone. No springing chirp of Grindr. Just a flash of yellow and a quick buzz. 'Thanks,' he says, and you watch his profile slipping further away. Another buzz. You reply. Bend over. Wait for the click of the door for cock number two to violate your cum filled ass. Thrust. Cum. Rinse and repeat.

I haven't written in a while but the other day, something happened which I just had to share with you all. My husband is a shopaholic and orders orders stuff online all the time. Because of our work schedules are at odds, I often find his purchases are delivered when I am at home. This past week, I was in the shower and I heard the doorbell ring. He had mentioned a package would arrive that day, and it would require a signature, so I quickly pulled on a towel and ran downstairs. The UPS delivery guy that stood there when I opened the door was a handsome 40 something year old Middle Eastern looking wolf. Dark beard with extremely hairy arms and legs. He was bout 6'2" and maybe about 300lbs. Seemed muscular and was almost too big for his uniform. He addressed me, asking me to confirm my name. As it turned-out the package was for me. He handed me a small box and asked me to sign his clipboard. I fumbled with the box and clip board, particularly as my towel was working loose, and I had visions of it falling to the floor. Still, I successfully juggled the package, the clipboard and my towel, and everything satisfactorily handled, we exchanged the proper niceties I stepped back into the house. I had barely gotten inside and placed the box on the kitchen counter when I received this text message: "Hey, this is Sander. I just delivered your package. I was wondering if I could bother you for a glass of water?" I was slightly surprised, but still I replied by text "Of course, no problem." Upon opening the front door I found Sander standing on my threshold. "Thank you so much. You know how hot it is out there," he remarked. "No worries, come in," I said, motioning him inside. As he entered the house and walked past me, I got a whiff of that distinct odor that was unmistakably man musk. He was obviously sweating in the heat outside. His arm air glistening in the sunlight that entered the house through the front door. I could see the pit stains over his UPS uniform. My ass involuntarily twitched, but I checked myself, shut the door, leading him into the kitchen where I pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to him. He looked around the living room and kitchen and said, "Wow. This place is really dark. All the windows and blinds down." "Oh yeah. We have neighbors and I don't want them to see me naked in the house," I honestly replied. He took a big gulp of the water bottle I had handed him and downed it in one go. He then turned to me and stared at me with his dark beady eyes. I looked right back. He moved closer to me until he was towering over my small 5'6" 135lb frame. Neither of us said a word. His face was tense, almost angry. My heart started to race and I could feel it thumping loudly in my chest. He was right in front of me, less than a foot from me. I could smell his rank body odor. His presence was overwhelming. I realized that neither of us had spoken or looked away from each other for a good minute or so. I took a deep breath in. He moved his hand and placed it over my head pushing me down. I knew what I was supposed to do. In the next few seconds I was on my knees fumbling with his belt and shorts trying to get access to his baby maker. I unbuckled him and opened his shorts to see his black Jockey briefs. Now normally I would take my time but somehow I knew I had to be fast. I pulled down his shorts and briefs to his size thirteen shoes and saw the most gorgeous thickest black bush of pubes with a nice thick 7" semi uncut cock. His crotch smelled pungent and his cock was cheesy and leaking precum. His hairy balls hung low and were wet with sweat. I quickly lapped up some of the sweat on his balls before starting to suckle on his ripe dirty cheesy cock which was increasing in length and girth every second. The smegma made his dick taste salty. I suckled on his cock as if it was my last moment on earth. By this point his dick was a full nine inches, and was as thick as a coke bottle. I started to choke as I swallowed it whole my nose and lips buried deep into his sweaty pubes. He started to moan. I felt his hands on my head forcing my face to remain buried there with his whole member inside my mouth and deep in my throat. As I started to gag he pulled my head back and said, "Its too big for your mouth." He guided me back up to my feet. My towel by this time was on the kitchen floor. He looked at my body and smiled. He then quickly turned me over and bent me over the counter. I spread my feet apart as I took a deep breath preparing for what I knew was going to be painful. He spit on his fingers and roughly manhandled my ass. I hadn't been fucked in weeks and I was tight. And then just like that, he placed one hand on my mouth and in one forceful and excruciating stroke pushed his thick donkey dick inside of my tight ass. I let out a loud squeal and tried to move away from him, but he knew what would happen and was prepared for it. With his large hand on my mouth and his other one wrapped tightly around my waist, there was no escaping. As tears of pain rolled down my eyes I knew he was inside me and he had full control over my body. He owned me in that moment. He started to thrust deep into me. With every stroke I gasped. He was rearranging my insides with his huge cock. As he kept going I waited for the pain to get better but it didn't. It seemed like this beast was going to get rougher and rougher with every stroke. Suddenly I felt his pace quicken. His thrusts became more forceful. More painful. Deeper. I knew what was happening. He started to grunt in the most animalistic, feral snorts I could imagine and, with stroke after stroke, volley after volley, the thick seed from his sweaty balls emptied into my ass. I looked at our reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator. Here was a giant BULL over twice my size towering over me with his donkey dick inside my small ass pumping me full of his superior seed. After about fourteen volleys, he was finished breeding me. He had emptied all the DNA in his balls completely into me. I was his sow. Just like that he pulled out of my hole leaving it gaping and full of his sperm. I turned around and turned my attention to his dick. It was damp and sticky with a mixture of his seed and blood from when he ruined my asshole. I cleaned him up with my mouth and he quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "Thanks. I really needed a slut to empty into. I'm so glad you opened the door." I smiled back. My ass still hurting from the assault it had undergone, but I was proud of myself. He returned my smile, gave me a light swat on the ass, and quickly left to get back to his route. As I gathered my towel up from the kitchen floor I saw the box on the counter. It was a gift to me from my husband. The package an exquisitely beautiful watch. The card which accompanied the watch read "To my beautiful husband. This watch is to celebrate the last five years of love, loyalty and commitment to each other. I love you more every day." I smiled, not feeling the least bit guilty I had cheated on him yet again....

Part 9; - Morning Dad - Morning Son - Sleep well? - Yeah, BUT feeling horny as fuck. Wanna have another fuck with your pup before I leave - He's all yours Son. Fancy one of your Old Man's famous big old English fry ups before you go? - Yes please Dad - Fetch me the 2 Dog bowls will ya when we get up - Sure I got up, and dressed, and I set about making my wonderful Son, and I something I have done for the family since they were knee high, my famous fry up. There was the usual; Waffles, Tomatoes, Bacon, Sausages, Eggs, Black Pudding, Baked Beans, Liver, Onions, and Mushrooms! But, I am not completely heartless, I made enough for pup too. After-all, he will need all the energy he can get. Son walked in with the Dog bowls. - How is the pup? - Still asleep. I crept in. Hoping to Fuck him again having just woken him. His Piss bag is looking pretty full too. We just looked at each other and communicated with our usual Dad-Son telepathy. I made us a pot of Tea, and we sat down for a well earned Hot Brekkie. - BELCH; That was Delicious Dad. Thank you. - Good boy Son. I look forward to the day the pup upstairs has your level of manners I chopped up the pup's food, and put it in his bowl. His water bowl I filled with Tea. - If he doesn't like his Tea with Milk and Sugar, then tough, because that is how he is getting it! Give me a hand taking this upstairs Son - Oh and Dad, his Breakfast looks like it is missing a vital ingredient! - What? - My CUM! So when I am about to cum, put the bowl underneath my Dick, and let me blow my load over his Fry-up - Son, you're a filthy boy; Your old Dad taught you well! He took up the bowls of fry-up dog food, and tea, whilst I got a bucket, and fetched pup's pissed sodden clothes from the porch, that had lay there since yesterday, all crumpled, and smelly, and I followed. - WAKEY WAKEY Pup, today is your BIG day! - Eeeeehh, whhhhaaaa *Grooooan* ... I'm sleepy I got him out of his cage, and got him to stand on the mattress, standing, with paws against the wall. I opened the valve to the catheter bag, and let his piss stream into the bucket with his clothes. My Son didn't undress this time, stayed fully clothed, just pulling his trackies down to his ankles, yanking out the Beagle Puppy tail throwing it to the Mattress, and again, slammed in with no lube - OoowwCH, that hurts, I've just woken up, PLEASE STOP *He started to whimper, and cry* - SHUT up FAGGOT *My Son barked* He power fucked him for several minutes without stopping, the entire time the pup cried and whimpered, and begged him to stop. He then looked at me. - Fuck, I'm gonna Cum Dad, I'm gonna Cum, fuck, quick ... I quickly got pup's breakfast, and my Son pulled out, and stroked his Meat, and he grunted each time he ejaculated all over it. Even though he came, TWICE, lastnight, it was still a considerable healthy load! - OH Fuck Son, that is HOT I mixed his cum into pup's breakfast with a spoon, kissed him on the lips as a sign of my appreciation in adding his own creativity to his old Mans classic Brekkie dish. He pulled his trackies up. Kissed me back on my lips, then left for his day. I got my Leather paddle, and started to flog the disobedient cunt! - You ungrateful Bastard. My Son was kind enough to give you a wake up treat, and all you can do is cry, complain, and sniffle. I will yet TEACH you to be grateful for everything that you are given. Under-Fuckin-Stood? - Sorry Master. I will get used to all of this. I promise. A few more minutes of HARD flogging ensued! I then pulled my trackies down, and like my Son, stuck my Dick in, no lube, fully dressed. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands brushing against the clothes pegs still on his nipples. I slowly ground in my aching toxic fuck-weapon into his still currently neg cunt, and whispered; - So you promise to accept EVERYTHING that Master throws at you and gives to you do you boy? - YES Master - And no more whining or complaining? - No Master I took the clothes pegs off from his nipples, which had been there a good 16 hours or so. The skin had broken, and they were weeping, and very sore as I found out when I went to gently squeeze them. He yelped in pain. Let's put these promises of his to the test then, shall we. I squeezed tighter. He yelped again, with a strained muffle to stop himself from saying 'please stop'. I squeezed tighter again, and started to twist them. This time, no yelp. just pained muffles to hide his excruciating pain, and not complain. His whole body tensed to keep himself quiet, including his cunt, which I felt grip tightly around my nasty poz bare shaft. Fuck YEAH. I squeezed even harder and twisting faster, leaving him no choice but to tense up further still, with his cunt now gripping my AIDS Dick super tightly as it contracted in quick succession. He then just couldn't take it any longer and let out an almighty scream and started crying. This release helped him to loosen a little. - You enjoying yourself boy - Yes Master *He said through his nipple play cries and whimpers* - You still completely ready for Master to infecT you? - Yes Master. I want it. I am ready. Give me your gift for which I will be truly grateful for. - Well, you are gonna have to wait a little while longer, because breakfast is ready!

Part 6; My son and I returned home after a wonderful meal with his Mother. A fantastic woman who gave me two bundles of joy, giving me the privilege to be a very proud Father. My son and I had played this game before, so, we both purposely left enough of both of our meals and took 'doggy bags' home to keep a hungry pup fed! Tonight's left over offerings was a mixture of mash spuds, rice, grilled veggies, T-Bone steak, and lamb shank. We gave the waitress strict instructions that when preparing the doggy bag that both meats were to be left on their respective bones! I unlocked the door and my new fuck-pup was lying on his side. I barked; ... 'GET up on all 4's pig. Master has a special present for you' That seemed to have roused him from a sleep ... 'Eh, wha ... where am I? ... Oh, yeah' 'GET up on all 4's pig. Master has a special present for you' 'Yes Master' He did as he was told. 'Fuck Dad, what an ASS. One of if not the best I've ever seen. And that's saying something being an utter Gym-Whore' Not only was he a Gym-Whore, he also has played Rugby since a wee tyke, and continues to this day, playing for our local county. Hence, he has a broad, well built stocky build! I took the pup from his cage / sleeping quarters, and led him onto the rubber sheet covered mattress, facing side-ways to the sling that was opposite. I wanted the best view, of course! My Son got undressed. Clearly already aroused, big solid rock-hard Dick. And he fucked like a straight bloke, no lube, just stuck it right in. 'OwwwCh, that hurt's, can you please stop for a moment. Please stop' My Son was like his old Man, if he was enjoying something, he'd continue doing it. So, he didn't stop, and intermittently kept slapping the firm pert ASS he was ploughing. And due to his fitness level he had the stamina to power fuck for prolonged periods. The pup was now crying through his blindfold ... 'Can we please take a break. You're really hurting me' I knelt in front of his face, slapping it, and spitting on it ... - Shut the fuck up. Do you know how lucky you are to have my stud of a son fucking your tight neg cunt - Sorry Master, but it really does hurt. Can't he just stop for a moment, please - You really do have to stop with the fucking whining, Jesus! You have a lot to learn still. You will learn in time that a true sub NEVER complains! I put foam earplugs into his ears, to deprive his senses even further, already not being able to see. And a ball-gag in his mouth, then spat and slapped his face again ... 'Stupid fucking cunt' I lay in the sling, and lit up a joint with high quality weed, kicked back, and enjoyed the show. I know, let's give my mate Dan a call, he'd appreciate this. And maybe he'd like to join in the FUN tomorrow nighT. He has been poz since 1987; A fully blown viral Beast! - Hey Dan buddy, it's Alan, how ya doing. - Hey Alan, not too bad. How are things with you mate? - Great! Nasty as ever. We've got a right live-wire here mate. A new sub in training, being fucked by my boy as we speak. Just to loosen him up before I poz him, as ya do. - You gonna knock him up later tonight then? - Nah. I've had a few teething problems with this one, so, he's in the cage tonight. Still needs teaching manners and respect! Doing the deed tomorrow nighT. Wanna come over and join in the FUN? - Aaaaaaah, I'd love to, but it's me Ma's Birthday dinner. - Oh yeah. Do give my love to Sandra, and give her my Birthday wishes. - Will do. - How's the health Dan? - Aaaaah, not great, I've had Gonnorhoea for a few weeks now. Not got around to getting it treated. And seem to be much more tired than usual. Must have enjoyed that Tina / Fist party that little bit too much a few weeks back. - When is your next clinic appointment? - Next Tuesday. - Good. You can get yourself sorted, and checked out then. Speak soon yeah. Take care buddy. - Thanks Alan mate. Bye. So, Dan wouldn't be cumming tomorrow nighT. BUT, if you like the sound of him, don't fear, he WILL be turning up further into this story ?? I continued puffing, watching my Son fuck the living brains out of my pup, as he continued to whimper. 'Oh FUCK YEEEES, I'm getting close' 'Go on Son, shoot ya neg load up his nasTy hole' My Son's 'power fucking' stepped up a notch, into 'Demon fucking', my favourite! Within a few minutes he started grunting like a wild beast, took one final thrust, and held onto the pups hips, unloading his hot cum. A few minutes spent, he knelt in front of the pup, took the ball-gag out, and demanded he be sucked clean. As the pup got to work I rammed the Beagle puppy tail into his cunT!

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 2. I’d had a God-awful morning at work so decided for once to get out in the fresh air for lunch…walking aimlessly around town I found myself by the bus station with a little voice in my head saying, “Go in, you know you want to…” The stalls were disappointingly empty so I picked a middle one offering holes on both sides, only one had the hole stuffed full of toilet paper to block off the view. Trousers and underwear down it was not long before I had company. I'm certain he noticed my body shift repeatedly while attempting to see what was happening on his side, my cock instantly growing in length and thickness when I heard him unzip and trousers go down. I contently began to pump myself as I brazenly press my face to the hole to take a good look at him. His right hand was slowly fisting his erect cock, one that appeared to be similar in size to my 7 inches. His dark pubes nicely set off his alabaster white dick and shaved balls neatly framed by his opened and unzippered trousers. Leaning back, showing off my fully hard cock for him to see I hear the obvious and encouraging sounds of clothing being shifted. Bending to look again, his pants were finally around his knees, his glistening cock gorgeously making squelching sounds in his hand. He had a sexy cock and I sat peering in, watching him stroke himself faster with increasing speed. His hand's rhythm was fast but firm, different than my own slower deliberate wanking up and down the whole length not wishing to cum yet, whilst his was centred around the flared ridge at the end of its straight length. His breathing grew faster and more obvious and, in a panic, to prevent him shooting there and then I pushed my fingers back through the opening, bent forwards running my tongue around my lips signalling my desire to suck his clearly needy cock. He then turned, and his cock came through the hole. At first, only the head appeared, gloriously glistening, close and tempting. I blew gently against the skin, the mushroomed-out foreskin still clinging to the corona ridge marking the end of his lovely cockhead. I spat on the palm of my hand and ran it around his cock head, he shuddered, and began to move his cock deeper through the glory hole, any hesitation melting as my palm and fingers continued to explore him, sliding down to lightly stroke the hair surrounding his tight ball sack. I rubbed his smooth balls, occasionally straying along his slightly hairy crack then went back to jacking him so I could lick up the sweet nectar of his precum. It was kind of fun getting this guy off, I bobbed my head faster now, back and forth on his cock, rotating my hand around the base. I took my left hand off my cock and reached out to wrap it around the shaft next to my right hand. I slipped my mouth back to just suck tightly on the head of his dick... As if I was working to get the last bit of ice-cream out of a cup. His head was thick, red and throbbing now as I sucked and lifted the tip of his cock. I took my mouth away from his cock and stuck my tongue out to lick the underside of his thick shaft. I went all the way down to the root, and slowly licked up to the tip, again putting my mouth around the head when I got to the top. I again started sucking just the tip as I stroked his huge cock with both of my hands. I worked his dick over for another minute or two, when I started to feel it twitch a bit. Cum started shooting out of the tip into my mouth... I gulped the first spurt down then pulled my mouth off his cock moving my face back a few inches. Huge loads of cum continued to shoot out and splattered all over my forehead, face, lips and chin. While I was no longer sucking it, my hands kept stroking the shaft out of sheer habit of having done it for the last 5-10 minutes. Cum continued to spray out for what seemed like an eternity. When his cock emptied out, I took my hands off of it as cum ran into my eyes and began to sting. By the time I had blinked and wiped his spunk from my eyes he had pulled his cock back through the hole and began zipping back up. Then he opened his door and left the bathroom. I cleaned up, zipped up and walked out….straight into Aaron

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.

Thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy the rest of it too. -------------- Part 2 - Travel time The next one and a half weeks flew by. The apartment suddenly had the same energy that it used to have. The two of them were joking and groping each other like when they had first met. The sex between Mark and Eric was non-stop. There were long fuck sessions in the evening until they passed out along with the occasional morning breeding. Eric was getting numerous doses of poz cum and his ass was constantly sore. At one point Mark asked Eric if it was okay to bring a couple other poz guys over to help make sure he got knocked up, but Eric insisted that he wanted only one person to be the one that charged him up and that was Mark. The night before Mark was to fly out to visit his brother, he started packing his suitcase. He laid out a few things and before he could get too far, Eric was behind him, naked. Eric started to undress Mark, playfully biting his neck and rubbing his body. Soon they were both on the bed naked and Eric really started to take over. He needed to fuck for a change since he had been bottoming all the time since he told Mark he wanted to convert. Eric quickly had Mark sucking his hard cock and before too long was fucking Mark’s face. He knew his shorter dick wouldn’t gag Mark and decided that once he was poz he would get his cock pierced like Mark’s. Once his cock was covered in spit he climbed between Mark’s legs and teased his hole to get it ready. A bit of tongue, some fingers, and finally cock played with Mark’s fuck hole until he started to push in slow and steady. As the head finally made it past the ring, Eric moved to fuck Mark harder and harder. He was so horned up from not fucking that it didn’t take long before he got to the point of no return. As his balls and cock throbbed, he told Mark “I’m not sure whether this load is neg or poz but its going inside you. NOW," burying his cock deep in Mark’s hole as the rush of cum shoot inside. The orgasm was one of the most intense that he had ever had. Eric looked down at Mark and saw a big huge grin on his face. Both of them had enjoyed this quick reversal of roles but now it was time for Eric’s dose of toxic seed. Mark flipped Eric over and drove his cock in hard. He had been dripping precum the entire time Eric had been fucking him and the precum lubed up Eric’s hole very fast. Mark was sure that there was no real need to breed Eric again, he was probably already infected but with the spark back in their relationship he didn’t want to derail it again. Mark decided that tonight’s fuck would be more sensuous than the previous week’s sex had been. Firm and hard, but still more akin to making love. He was going to be gone for several days and wanted tonight to be more than just a fuck to poz Eric up. They fucked for over two hours, during which Mark came in Eric three times, to the point his balls ached. Eric fucked Mark again and gave Mark an additional two loads, so the score was even at three loads each. They then collapsed, falling into a deep sleep. Mark got up early Thursday morning and finished packing. He knew he overpacked for just a few days trip, but he made sure there was plenty if lube and poppers in his bag. At the last minute he grabbed a dildo, a plug, some ropes and a blindfold and dumped them in the bag. Any drugs he wanted while he was back in the Midwest he could score on campus. Maybe even from the same guys he used to buy from, he laughed. He grabbed a Uber to the airport and checked his suitcase, chuckling at what the TSA might see when x-raying his bag. There were no direct flights so he had his tablet to watch some videos on the plane and during his three hour layover. The first flight went smoothly and they even landed early. No screaming kids, no obnoxious people in his row, just a bunch of business travelers. He grabbed a good nap since he was still tired from the night before. Getting off the plane he grabbed a large coffee, found his next gate and sat down for a long wait. After catching up on email and news it was time to recycle all the coffee he had drunk. Packing his backpack up, he wandered down the concourse and found the mens room. Walking in he checked out the guys at the urinals as he always did. Not a lot of guys were there and most didn’t interest him but there was one guy that caught his attention. Taller than Mark by a few inches and a body muscled up from working, not working out, his hair buzzed short and the scruff on his face about the same length. The guy made Mark’s cock and ass twitch. He walked up to the urinal to the left of the stud and pulled out his cock to start to piss. With his backpack slung over one arm, Mark wasn’t standing up straight and as he pulled his cock out the PA clanked against the porcelain urinal and caused him to jolt to the left a bit. He heard the guy next to him chuckle and mutter “nice” somewhat sarcastically. As he was finishing up emptying his bladder, the guy brushed against him and gave a nod towards the stalls. Mark knew he had at least an hour to kill so he shook his cock dry and stuffed it back in his jeans and zipped up. Looking around he didn’t see anyone else watching so he followed the stud back around the corner where there were a few stalls by themselves, all empty. After a second check to see if anyone was watching, he followed the guy into the first stall. Mark quickly put his backpack down next to the toilet and as he looked up the guy grabbed his head and held it tight, roughly kissing him and groping his ass. The stud’s strong hand slipped down the back of his jeans and a finger ran between his ass cheeks and into his hole. A moment later Mark found himself pushed down to the toilet seat. Looking up he saw the guy motion with his finger to his mouth to be quiet. Mark chuckled quietly to himself, having fucked many times in public toilets he knew the drill. He reached up and unbuttoned the stud's jeans and fished out the guy’s cock. Soft it was six inches and even thicker than Mark’s with a large PA like his own except for the pointy conical ends to the circular barbell ring instead of the balls Mark had on his. Mark eagerly sucked the cock into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around the piercing and the head as he took more of the cock into his mouth tasting the piss and some precum. Knowing he had to work quickly, he bobbed on the cock covering it with as much spit as possible. The stud’s cock kept growing and filled his mouth. The stud then gave a few quick jabs with his cock into his throat. With the PA scraping his throat raw, Mark thought 'Damn, this thing is gonna destroy my ass if he fucks me'. No sooner than he finished his thought, the guy pulled his cock out of Mark’s mouth and grabbed his arms, pulling him up and spinning him around in one move. Mark knew what was coming and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear. He spread his legs and bent forward, bracing himself on the toilet. Mark felt a few spit covered fingers circle his fuck hole before they plunged in stretching Mark open. A few seconds later Mark felt the PA against his pucker and readied himself for the cock that was about to fuck him. He felt the pressure and tried to relax as the monster cock invaded his hole. Mark was used to big cocks and fists in his hole, but this was so sudden that he couldn’t prepare for the pain. As much as he wanted to scream out, he knew he couldn’t make any noise. The stud just kept pushing until all nine inches of cock was inside Mark, scraping, stretching and tearing its way inside. The guy gave Mark a few moments to adjust before he started fucking him with long, slow, hard thrusts. Each thrust seemed to get more brutal than the last. The fucking only lasted a few minutes but it seemed like an hour to Mark. Finally the stud pulled Mark up to his chest and buried his cock deep inside Mark’s ass. Mark could feel the pulses in his ass ring as the guy pumped his load inside Mark’s destroyed man cunt. As the guy’s orgasm faded he whispered in Mark’s ear “That load is going to be with you forever. Enjoy it.” Slowly the stud pulled his cock from Mark’s ass and spun him around forcing him back on the toilet. Mark knew what he was expected to do and began cleaning the cock in front of him. He could taste the blood and some very nasty tasting cum. Once the stud was satisfied he pulled his cock back and stuffed it back in his jeans. The stud slapped Mark’s face lightly and quietly muttered “Thanks, fucker” and squeezed out of the stall. Mark locked the door and took a few minutes to come down from the post fuck rush. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and made up a makeshift tampon and stuffed it up his ass to keep the cum and blood soaking through his jeans on the next flight. When he stood up, his legs were still shaking and he realized he never had a chance to get off himself. Looking at his phone he realized he had to get back to the gate so he wouldn’t miss his flight. Once on the plane he was happy that he was the only person in his row on that side of the airplane since he knew anyone close could smell the cum. During the flight he replayed the whole fuck session over and over with his cock rock hard most of the time. 'What exactly did he mean by the load would be with him forever', he thought. Definitely at least HIV, but was it an untreatable strain? What other STDs had no cure or treatment? It was a rough flight and the plane bounced through the air the whole time. Mark’s ass ached from the pounding he had taken and each time the plane bounced he got a stinging reminder, but it was a feeling he enjoyed. Soon the plane was landing and Mark was hoping his emergency tampon had worked and there wouldn’t be a spot on his jeans. Just in case, Mark waited until he was the last passenger on the plane and got off. As he was getting off the plane the male flight attendant at the door smirked at him and said rather effeminately “Hope your evening is as good as the rest of the day.” Fuck, was the smell that obvious? Finding a bathroom, Mark went to a stall to swap out the tampon for a new one, finding it was easier to shit it out than to try and take it out with his fingers since the blood and cum had dissolved most of it. Inserting the new one, he stood and checked the toilet. The huge toxic load the guy gave him was there, all dark pink. He took a piss and flushed the toilet, washed his hands and headed off to get his suitcase from baggage claim. After getting his bag, he hopped on the car rental shuttle and took the ride to get his car. It seemed like the driver was aiming at every pothole he could find and each jolt sent a shockwave through Mark’s body. Once he got to the car rental office he went inside. Thankfully there was no line and a young guy was the only worker at the counter.

I posted on Craigslist the other day that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for straight dudes. I got hit on a lot, most of which turned out to be obvious gay guys posing as straight. Now, I have nothing against other gay guys, but I get a real thrill by servicing horny straight dudes. After all, that what what my advertisement said I was looking for. After wading through all the Craigslist Flakes, I decided on a guy that said he was in the Air Force and was living just off base at an apartment one block from the main gate at Nellis AF Base in North Las Vegas. His pics were really hot, so I was willing to drive totally across the valley to the AF Base to service this hot soldier. I got to his apt. right on time. He met me in the lobby and I took the elevator up to his floor. It was a spartan studio apartment, but was as clean and tidy as you'd expect a military guy's room. We began to undress and he asked me, "Do you want a quick suck and go? Or do you want to go for awhile? If you want to go for awhile, I've got a shot I can put in my dick that will keep me hard for an hour or two. I can easily cum two or three times if I use it. How much time you got?" "A shot in your dick?" I asked. I'd never heard of that. "Yeah. It's for ED. I don't have ED, but, I love to fuck and fuck for hours so I asked my doctor to give me a prescription. I get four shots a month. I don't want to waste it if you're a quick suck and go, but if you want to suck and fuck for an hour or so, I'll take the shot. It just takes a few minutes to work. Plus, sometimes when I'm fucking a guy, it feels good, but I can't always keep an erection for a long time with a guy. But, with this shot, I have no problem. My dick won't go down even after I cum. Should I take it?" he asked. He was a really good looking young man in his late 20's. Kind of on the short side, but muscular. Had a "rough around the edges" good looks to him. And his soft dick even looked impressive. So, I was game to go for awhile with him. "Sure. Go ahead. Let's fuck and play for awhile," I replied. He went into the bathroom and injected this stuff into his cock. He came out after a few minutes, his semi-hard cock leading the way. Taking a seat facing me, he began to stroke himself a bit. His cock continued to grow and lengthen. So I grabbed my poppers, took a deep hit, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his military cock. It continued to grow and swell in my mouth. Then he stood up and completely undressed, his naked body on full view - except for the white socks he was wearing. I leaned forward and resumed sucking his straight cock, fully engaged with his cock for the next five or six minutes. Then I asked "You wanna fuck me?" "In a minute", he said. "I want to cum in your mouth first. I'll fuck you for the second load," he replied as he again took his seat. I continued to suck his now rock hard cock, and at one point moved to to lick his asshole, but he stopped me saying he'd never had that done and wasn't sure he wanted that., be clearly loved the attention I was giving his cock and smooth, hairless balls. After about six minutes of sucking he shot his first load into my mouth. Kind of bitter tasting, and that taste could have been from the ED meds he had injected into his cock., but still I swallowed his load. Afterwards I took a seat to catch my breath. As I did so, he continued to stroke his still hard cock. "Show me that ass, fag. Show me where my dick is gonna go in your faggoty ass," he ordered. I stripped naked, and knelt on the edge of his small double bed. I'd brought some lube and lubed up my hole for him, then handed the lube up to him to use. As I looked back to hand him the lube, I could see him opening a condom package. "You can fuck me bare, if you want," I told him. "Nah. I use condoms on you fags. Not taking any chances. I'm sure you're a whore like most fags are," he grumbled. I hate condoms, but I wanted his cock in me, so I said nothing. Soon he had rammed up into me in one swift thrust. He grabbed me around the waist and was pumping into me with great force. He was a completely silent top, the only sound was the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. And the occasional grunt that I would let out when he slammed into me extra hard. No wonder this guy was in such good shape and had such a rock hard, washboard stomach. He could really fuck. He didn't seem to tire as he continually rammed up into me. He was using a lot of force and was a brutal fucker. But, I was loving it. It felt great to have this straight soldier using my faggot ass for his pleasure. I kept sniffing my poppers as he assaulted my hole with his dick. After close to 15 minutes of fucking, he pulled out and exclaimed "Shit! The condom broke." He walked away and opened a drawer. "Shit!" he again said, adding "I thought I had more condoms. You got any?" he asked. "No. I didn't bring any," I replied. He shut the drawer and walked back behind me. "Fuck it!" I can't stop now. I got to shoot another load or two. You're clean, right?" he asked. "Yeah," was all I said. He immediately slammed his now raw cock back into me. Fuck! That was what I wanted. I definitely preferred the feel of a raw cock in my ass. I had come to hate the feel of a condom, whereas his raw cock felt awesome. So I was not unhappy when his rock hard cock again began an assault on my ass. This guy could really fuck. It required another 15 or 20 minutes of intense pounding before he finally let out a soft groan as his cock filled my ass with his load. My ass milked as much of his straight sperm into me as I could get. He pulled out and plopped back down onto his chair, sweating up a storm as his chest heaved with excitement. I loved the fuck. And also loved that he had blown his load into me, but still I was glad it was over. My inner thighs couldn't take much more of being in that position. We both sat there for a few moments breathing hard. Finally he got up, walked to the fridge and pulled out two small bottles of water. He handed me one and we both drank them down quickly. As he sat back down, across from me, I could see that his cock was still rock hard. After I caught my breath and had had some more sips of the cold water, I again dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking it and tasting his cum and my ass on his cock. I sucked him for about five minutes, then he stood up and began to stroke his cock fast and furiously. As I saw his face contort, I could tell he was close to cumming. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Even having cum twice before, he shot a huge load on me. Some went in my mouth. But more went in my eyes, in my hair and all over my goatee. I loved the feel of his hot cum spraying all over my face. I had a handkerchief in my pocket and pulled it out to wipe his cum from my eyes. My face felt sticky. And I loved it. I wiped what cum I could from my face and tasted it. Still bitter tasting, but still I loved tasting his straight sperm. I got up and dressed, thanked him for his loads and headed back home. This morning I woke up to a text from him, asking when I would again be free. He also said I could be his cum receptacle whenever I was up his way. I intend to accommodate his schedule as much as I'm able.

I've been fucking this fellah at work, he's a 35 year old guy who's finally discovered or admitted to himself more likely that he' s gay. Last night was the 3rd time anything's happened and the 2nd occasion I've had his wonderfully tight virginal arse. He was somewhat more relaxed than the previous time when I took his cherry, knowing what to expect helped plus I'm breaking him in slowly and training him properly right from the start. I'd located his prostate while slipping my fingers up him the first time and tried to drill in on it while fucking him slow n deep last night. It worked a treat and I had him coming twice without either of us going near his cock. The intensity and totally different nature of his orgasm blew him away. The first time he was rock hard and I hadn't been inside long but when I brought him off for a 2nd time he was limp n flaccid so when he had a true orgasm AND began spurting thick ropes of come from his soft little pecker I thought he was going to scream the house down lol. Now truthfully was it my skill as a top or the intensity of his arousal and how fully in the moment he was...... who knows, a bit of boty I suspect but I do love to bring a bottom to a wild, powerful climax and feel those anal muscles grip my cock like a third hand lol

His slut The next time we met he wanted me to be naked when he arrived. “And I have a surprise for you” he said. “Just wear your cockring and your boots. Lay down on your bed”. I let the door to my flat ajar and heard him entering my flat. I was indeed surprised when I heard David chatting and understood it was someone with him. My two guests entered my bedroom and David introduced me to Tom. He was a goodlooking guy and had a camera. David said he would take some pics and take part in the play. “Don’t worry” he said, “no faces will be visible”. David had told his friend Tom about me and he wanted to watch us play. David had brought a red and black harness that he put on me. “It will look good on the photos” he said. David handed me an e and some water and I swallowed dutifully. I had also taken a Viagra before he arrived to ensure I stayed hard for the entire session. They both undressed and we started to kiss and I soon sucked both of them. Soon David wanted to fuck me and Tom started to take pics. I was a bit dizzy and at the same time extremely horny both from being watched and also by the fact that I was the object of a camera. David fucked me hard and Tom encouraged him and told him to fuck his slut well. Tom took some breaks from the photographing and made me suck him. I was in heaven. One cock in each hole. Toms’s cock was bigger than David’s. It was at least 20 cm and quite thick. He pushed it into my mouth and soon tears was streaming from my eyes as I was gagging on it. He just urged me to keep sucking and slapped my cheeks. David withdrew, left the room and came back with a glass with some water. “Here is something new for you” he said. I asked what it was and he said “G” I was dizzy from the extacy and just drank it. He smiled and said “this will be fun”. I continued to suck for a while and suddenly I felt even hornier. Tom found a condom and said he wanted to fuck me. David asked him if he had any diseases? Tom said “no” and David turned to me: “Don’t you want it bare? It would be pity to wrap up such a nice cock” I just smiled and said sure. Tom threw the condom on the floor and laid down on the bed. He made me sit on his big cock and kissed me. Oh my god. It was big. I started to ride him slowly and after a moment my hole adjusted. I enjoyed it and started to moan as I road him faster. Suddenly David got closer and I understood what he aimed then I felt his cock starting to press in next to Tom’s. I asked for some poppers, but David just said he wanted me to truly feel that they were both inside me. I bent down and kissed Tom as David pressed on. It hurt. I screamed out and the two tops laughed. “I think he enjoys it” Tom said. “At least he soon will. I know my slut” said Daivd. Tom showed some more poppers under my nose and I inhaled. I relaxed and soon David’s cock was in me down to his balls. As David had predicted, I enjoyed the feeling of two hard cocks in my ass. David withdrew and urged Tom to fuck me harder. David and took some pics of Tom’s bare cock in my ass and I was riding him faster and faster. I felt him tensing and he cried out as he shot a load deep inside me. From a safe-sex only guy I had now taken loads from two men in a short while. I was indeed a slut. Meanwhile David found a gloved and said it was time for fisting. Tom had never seen anyone being fisted before and was very eager to take pics and follow every step. The G and the e together made me more receptive, more slutty and more open than ever. David put in three and soon four fingers and suddenly pushed in his fist. I screamed for the second time that night. A scream of pain that soon was turned into pleasure. “Take it slut” he said. Tom looked impressed. David withdrew and pushed it in again several times before starting to punch me. I came with some screams and other grunts of pleasure. He fisted me again and again and gave me more G after a while before continuing. David fucked me again, shot in my ass and before he fisted me again. “My cum is now deeper in your ass than ever before” David said. Tom got hard again and pushed his cock in my ass. David gave me poppers and pushed his fist in next to Tom’s big cock. I screamed out, but than resigned and just took it. Tom withdrew and I felt David pushing in some fingers next to his arm. Tom went wild with the camera as I screamed in real pain as David managed to push in both his hands in my ass. I had never managed this before, but my ass seemed to adjust well. I couldn’t wait to see the pics of this. David pulled out one hand and the second. I felt open. Very open. He kissed me and said I did very well. I would get a reward. He got around and pushed his cock into my mouth again. “Are you thirsty” he said? I understood what he was aiming at and started to panic. This was too much. I wasn’t ready to drink piss. But at the same time the e and the g made me slutty and I couldn’t really protest. I felt some drops of pee in my mouth and it was soon a steady stream. It tasted salty and strange, but I had to focus on swallowing. He stopped and turned me around and pushed his cock in my ass and let the flow start again. A warm feeling spread inside me. He seemed to be turned on by his own effort and got rock hard again. He fucked me and shot a second time. I had to run to the toiled to let out a shower of piss and cum. David said he was proud of me and that I was doing very well. I had crossed another line.

I just lay on the floor covered in sweat and cum wondering for a moment what the hell I had become. Cum oozed from my fuck-battered hole and as I stood up to walk back into my bedroom a few globs ran down the inside of my legs. Though I was tired and shaky and my hole felt used and slack my cock was still hard as a rock and the itch that burned inside of me had barely begun to subside, I wanted more. I picked up my phone and found another message from the guy waiting for later, but no other new messages. My email turned out to be more fruitful, there were four emails from guys all looking to breed my hole. One message was from a guy who had been taking loads all night and said he was ready to return the favor. Another was from a closeted eighteen year old high school senior who wanted to “use a faggot’s cunt good” and the last was from a discrete bi married guy looking for a little fun on the side. They all included pictures with their messages. The first guy was a slim older guy maybe in his late thirties with what looked like a fairly average sized cock, but the idea of a guy with a bunch of loads dripping out of him using my own load filled hole got my cock twitching so I sent him my address. The eighteen-year-old included three photos all with his face blurred out; he first was of him on the beach with some girl, he had a board frame and a few sproutings of hair on his muscular chest, he looked like quite the alpha male in the making; the next picture was of him in a football uniform his board shoulders filling out the pads nicely; and the last one was of a thick meaty looking cock with a wide flared mushroom head capping off the wide veined shaft. The last guy sent only one picture; a mirror shot with no face in it of a man in probably his mid forties with a bit of a gut but a beer can thick cock. Suddenly over come by lust I sent the same message to all three of them “Had three guys breed my hole already today and the last one dumped several massive loads. Door is unlocked and my hole is ready for breeding, text when close,” and provided them all three with my address and phone number. The first guy to respond was the other bottom who had been taking loads all night, his text said, “be there in ten, be on all fours with your cumy hole pointing towards the door.” A few moments after that I got a message from the jock saying he could be there in about an hour if I didn’t mind him coming right from football practice. I told him that was fine to just come right over. As I sent of my response to the high school jock my phone buzzed again with a message from the cum filled bottom telling me he had just parked his car and was on his way up. I opened my bedroom door all the way so that you could see the bed when you opened the front door and bent over the bed holding my cheeks spread apart with my hands my face buried in the bed. I heard the door open and close but didn’t move from where I was, not ever to look over my shoulder to see the face of the man standing behind me. “Damn,” he said in a soft voice, “that’s a hot fucking stretched out college boy hole all spread open and ready for me to breed.” I felt his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks as well, and then his mouth found my hole. I groaned into the mattress as he tongued my dripping cunt, lapping up the cum I felt certain my be dripping out of me. The tonguing didn’t last long before he announced, “I’ve gotta dump my load in this sweet hole,” and without further ado he stood up, dropped his pants and buried his cock in my loose swollen hole.

Craigslist first I thought. I’ve already had all the guys that Anthony gave my number too so why not look for some new ones. I went back to my dorm and pulled out my computer. I now had ten responces to my email. I got rid of the ones who hadn’t included a picture and was down to five. Two of whom and dicks under five inches, so I put them on the back burner, I was still picky then, and started looking at the other three. All three of them were in their mid thirties reasonably good looking with fairly thick cocks. I emailed them all back and told them that I would be free after two that afternoon and included my phone number. Then I turned to the two texts I had from unknown numbers. The first read, “Hey Kiddo it’s Max. Let me know if you wanna get fucked tonight ” “Hell yes,” I responded. The second I quickly found out was the blond hairy frat guy from my first night with Anthony, “Hey bitch. U free 2day?” “Done with class till 1.” I responded. “Blow it off, come to the Tau Kappa Epsilon at 12:30.” TKE was the same house CollegeTopJock was in and I wondered if the knew about eachother. “Where’s TKE” “Halston and Church.” “Text you when I’m close.” I looked at the clock, it was ten till noon, I knew that I would take me almost a full half hour to get there so I put my shoes on again and headed out to walk to the TKE house. I had been to a few frat parties before but never one at TKE and I was surprised by how nice the house looked when I turned the corner onto Church Street. It was a colonial style red brick building with massive white columns in front of the door supporting a large triangular façade with massive bronze Greek letters mounted on it. I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to the frat boy. “Come round the back,” and then a second later, “Tell me when you’re there” I walked round the building and did as I was instructed and sent another text.” “Third window from the right behind the bush.” I was startled, I had expected subtly but not climbing in a window. “Whatever,” I thought and walked over to the bush obscuring the third window. The window was open and I slipped inside and found myself in a basement weight room. It was dark and smelled intensely of sweat, I felt my cock start to harden from the smell. Then the frat boy stepped forward. “Welcome to TKE,” he said and smiled. He had clearly been working out as his bare torso was covered in sweat matting down his thick golden chest hair, “I’m Charlie by the way. If we’re gonna make this a thing you should know my name.” “Mark” He was being much nicer then his texts suggested he would be, and when I admitted my surprise at having entered the building by window he looked a little sheepish. “This room is only for seniors and I’m the only senior in the house this week, random happenstance of the universe everyone else is away, so we’ll have complete privacy in here.” “Ah, that makes sense. Plus then no one knows you’re fucking a guy.” “Right,” he looked even more sheepish. “You know it’s funny I put an add on adam4adam last night and I got a few messages from another guy in TKE.” “Oh really?” “Yeah. CollegeTopJock, he’s a sophomore and lives in the house. I’m actually supposed to come here tonight at like 11 to get fucked by him.” “Well now, you’ll have to tell me when you do come back and to what room. I might just have to exercise some seniority and have some fun with both of you.” “That would be great!” “Well until then, my cock’s not gonna suck it self,” he grabbed his hardening cock through his shorts and smiled. The pleasantries were over, time to get fucked. I knelt down and lapped at his cock a few times through his shorts before releasing his meaty cock and swallowing the whole thing to the base. I nestled my nose in his golden pubes and worked my esophagus around his cock, just as I would with my ass. Charlie moaned and put his hands on the back of my head holding me in place. He fucked my mouth slowly, his breathing becoming more and more erratic until he fired off a load of cum down my throat. I loved the sweet salty taste but I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that it hadn’t been shot up my ass. “Good, now I’ll be able to fuck your cunt for longer.” Charlie said as he pulled his still rock hard cock from my mouth, “Now, get naked and show me that plugged up, fucked out, hole that Anthony promised me.” Jumping to my feet I ripped my clothes off as fast as I could and climbed on a bench press bench presenting Charlie with the base of my plug. “How many loads today?” “Two so far.” “Who?” “Professor Ross, and this guy Chris.” “Chris Stevens?” “I don’t know his last name,” for a moment that bothered me and then I felt Charlie pulling lightly on my plug and forgot all about my quickly dwindling shame. “The twink from Anthony’s?” “Yeah.” He pulled the plug from my hole and let out a low whistle. “Now that boy has a cock.” I laughed, “He sure does.” “Wanna know a secret?” Charlie placed the head of his cock on my fuck-battered hole. “Sure.” Slowly, very slowly, he began to slide inside of me, “Chris is the only guy to ever have fucked me.” “Really,” I half gasped as Charlie bottomed out in my hole. “Yeah, only loads I take are his.” “Well I’ll have to get the both of you together again soon.” “Yes you will. Now shut up and take my load.” Charlie pulled all the way out and then slammed back in again in one rough stroke several times before taking up a brutal pace jack hammering my hole. The room echoed with the sound of skin hitting skin as his balls slapped against my ass and sweat started to drip from both of us. For my part I bucked back against him just as hard and he hammered into me, milking his cock with my hole trying to draw his load out of him. He didn’t seem too concerned with people knowing that he wasn’t working out any more, perhaps it wasn’t uncommon for senior TKE’s to fuck girls in here during the day and so no one would assume that my whimpering and moans weren’t female. “Man this is a nice bitch-cunt, so warm and wet. I don’t even need any lube.” It felt like a full half hour that Charlie fucked me like that before he pulled out and stepped back. Looking over my shoulder I saw him laying down on the floor smiling at me. “Well, come over here and ride it.” I scrambled over to him and sat down on his thick cock no problem I was so stretched out now, and started to ride him like I was riding a bull at the rodeo. I smiled as I slammed my own ass up and down on him, and seeing him look so happy then I had to lean down and kiss him hard on the lips. For a moment he looked shocked but then he wrapped his arms around me, drew him into his sweaty chest and as he continued to thrust up into my ass he kissed me. So wrapped up in this kiss and the heady aroma of sweaty frat boy was I, that I almost missed the signs of him cuming; but once he stopped kissing back and seemed to switch his focus on to fucking me ever harder I knew it was almost time. As soon as I felt the first shot fire off into my hole I sat down hard sinking his eight inch cock balls deep into my hole. He seemed to cum for a long time, and when he was done he pulled me into another long kiss that lasted till his slackening cock slipped from my hole. After a few moments I got up and slid my plug back into place. Charlie quickly dressed and then brought me the rest of my clothes. Once I was dressed and on my way out the window again Charlie said, “Don’t forget to let me know about tonight, I wanna know who this CollegeTopJock is.” “Will do.” I walked home in a state of fucked-out bliss, went into my room, stripped off my clothes and fell onto my bed a sweaty cumy mess and fell asleep.

I would think a cock cage would prevent an erection. Initial investment depending on the type you purchase but you'll have a very long time and the way it keeps your dick it isn't possible to get an erection. Maybe if you wear it long enough you naturally wont get an erection anymore. But you would proably need a key holder so you couldn't take it off yourself.