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A Couple in the Bar My boy and I were taking a much-needed vacation to reconnect and have some down time. We’d both been traveling a lot for work and hooking up with other guys, nearly always bareback. He would send me texts that his top hookup would take of my boy’s hands on his ass, cheeks spread wide, and his hole oozing fresh cum. It always boned me up and then I’d likely log onto one of the apps and find a guy to come over to my hotel and take my load. It was risky, but super hot. We’d talked about starting up PrEP again, which we’d both been on before we started seeing each other, but somehow never got around to it. So, we went to a seedy gay bar in a midwestern town and saw a handful of hot guys. I spotted to very sexy men, one older, one younger but clearly a couple, a beefy guy with a shaved head and a slightly-wasted look. His boyfriend was a scrawny twinky guy, also with a buzzed head. After a few beers, I went to the bathroom to take a piss in the trough. The daddy guy followed me and stood right next to me. He made grunting oink noises and I saw him pull out his meaty cock with a huge gauge prince albert piercing. He took a piss while looking at me and oinked knowing I was drooling over his cock. He told me he’d see me around and left the bathroom. When I got back to our spot at the bar, the younger guy was chatting up my boy while the daddy was ordering a round of beers. I got back to them and the daddy gave me a bottle. My boy excused himself to the bathroom and the younger guy followed, winking at the daddy. Of course, they were in the bathroom a little too long and the daddy invited us back to their place for the night. I knew the reason for our vacation was to reconnect, but this was too hot of an opportunity to pass up. I gulped my beer down and headed to the bathroom to find my boy bending over the trough as the younger guy was on his knees eating my boy’s hole. I cleared my throat and my boy sheepishly looked up at me. I told them we were headed back to daddy’s place and my boy pulled his jeans up and tucked his leaking hard cock into them. We made a quick exit as daddy paid the bar tab. Thankfully, they lived right around the corner, and we walked there, with the daddy’s hands down the back of my pants and the younger guy clearly fingering my boy’s spit-lubed hole. They tore our clothes off of us as soon as we were in their small run-down apartment. My boy and I were shoved down on the bed on our backs, and the guys climbed on top of us and we made out hardcore. I went down on the younger guy while my boy blew the daddy. I rarely bottom, but I knew I wanted that thick cock and prince albert inside me, and I thought it would be hot to see my boy take it too. My boy was lapping at daddy’s balls and said, ‘these seem really full. You good for a couple of loads?’ Daddy just oinked in reply. The younger guy and I made out on our knees as my boy sucked my cock. I leaned forward to spread his ass open and guided that raw daddy dick into his hole. I love that moment of delivering a new raw cock inside him. The younger guy got in front of my boy’s mouth and shoved his dick in. He had be get behind him and spit on his hand, lubing up his ass. My dick plopped right inside him. It was clear that regularly taking daddy’s dick had really loosened him up. As we fuck each other’s boys, their faces were next to each other and they started making out, lunging forward as they took our cocks. Daddy started cursing and really pounding my boy. I knew he was close to losing his first load. Sure enough, he started to cum inside my boy, without slowing down or even offering to pull out. My boy had just taken this daddy load without even knowing his name. Daddy caught his breath and asked me if I was close. I shook my head no. ‘He’s too loose for you, right?’ I nodded, almost embarrassed. But the daddy grinned knowing it was his girth that had ruined his boy’s hole. Daddy had me lay down on my back and his boy mounted my dick facing me. The boy bent forward as daddy slapped his cummy cock on his boy’s ass. I heard a camera sound as my boy snapped a photo of our cocks going into the boy's ass. I felt that cool metal plop inside his boy’s hole alongside mine. The boy groaned as his hole was stretched to the limits. My boy knelt down, fingering his cummy ass and ate daddy’s hole as we fucked away. I was close to cumming, and I knew I wasn’t finished, so I let my cock plop out of the boy’s ass. I crawled out from under them and made out with my boy, fingering the goo dripping down his thigh. I needed a piss and offered it to anyone who wanted it, but they all shook their heads ‘no’ so I headed to the bathroom as my boy got on his knees next to the boy and invited daddy to go back and forth between their holes. Seeing those guys fuck made it tough to walk away, and difficult to piss with a full hard-on. I heard my boy groan as daddy entered him. As I finally went down enough to piss, I noticed two bottles of B******* on the counter, and I knew it instantly to be one of those newly approved one-a-day HIV meds. These guys were POZ, but medicated. I noted there were two names on them, Brian and Dan, but didn’t have a clue which man was which, only that they were both POZ and I wanted to take their cum. When I got back to the bedroom, they had changed positions. My boy was on his back holding his legs up. The boy was pounding his ass, about to breed him with his POZ cum. I laid down next to him and pulled my legs up. He looked over at me and smiled, blissed out and full of raw stranger cock. ‘Babe,’ I said. ‘They’re POZ.’ He had a momentary look of shock as the daddy oinked again and his boy announced, ‘I’m cumming! Breeding you good!’ Daddy nodded as he pressed forward and that cool metal ring teased my ass. My boy kissed me hard as daddy slipped inside my tight hole with nothing to lube me up but his leaking precum and our boys’ ass juices. Daddy didn’t stop until he was balls deep inside me, then he hammered away. I was lucky he was close to cumming or he really would have ruined my hole. The boy knelt beside daddy and slid his finger into my hole alongside that thick raw cock stretching me out as much as I’ve ever been. Daddy looked straight into my eyes and nodded, ‘Gonna breed you, slut, just like I bred your boy. Fuck yeah!’ With that, he picked up his speed and jackhammered my ass. I felt a soothing wetness and warmth as his cum seeped into my guts. He collapsed on top of me. Feeling his weight and furry chest grind into me was amazing. He slowly got softer until my tightness pushed him out of me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and daddy followed me saying he liked to watch his prey cleaning up to ensure they didn’t try to push out his seed. I didn’t, and he pointed to the meds on the counter. I said it was hot taking POZ cock even if it was medicated. He looked a little confused and then picked up one of the bottles. He took the cap off to show that the foil liner was in place, unopened. He then handed me the bottle and pointed to the date. I noted it was dated last year. He told me his boy convinced him to start treatment after infecting him… and that he’d convinced his boy to stay off them, just as he had. I got lightheaded as I realized that my and my boy had just taken unmedicated loads. I steadied myself and saw my boy in the doorway making out with daddy and the younger guy. He smiled at me and reached out to me, pulling me into the four-way kiss. My boy led us both back to the bed side by side and laid down on his belly, ass up, encouraging me to do the same. Daddy and his boy bred me and my boy at least two more times that night. We got daddy’s cell and promised to take their seed anytime they wanted to share it.

Decided that I needed to get back to exercising when I remembered that a friend lived near the 40 mile or so walking/bike trail called The Silver Comet. My friend was busy but lent me his bike. It was such a great sunny day that I headed off on his bike with attached water bottle. As we have been having a heatwave here in Atlanta, and since school was back in session, the trail was virtually empty. A very people but nobody interesting until this very athletic guy wearing skintight cycling gear rode up to where I was and said hello.He promptly passed me by and I did not think about it again til I saw him stopped ahead of me at an abandoned railroad crossing. I checked to see if he was ok, and thats when I could see his hardon and his smiling toward me. He then took his bike off trail and I followed him with my bike til we were deep on the woods. He kept checking behind to make sure I was following him til he stopped.I went over to where he was standing and he told me to bend over ,of which he pulled my shorts down and started fingering my hole. As I moaned, he told me to shut up, spit on fingers, and then my furry ass, and quickly inserted his cock pounding me hard and deep with one hand around my waist and another over my mouth as I started to scream til he unloaded what felt like tons of cum in my ass. As I pulled up my shorts, he gave a quick smile, mounted his bike and pedalled away. I felt that was a good start to exercise so I turned around and headed back to my friends house to get my car and drive home.

I was feeling the need for some play on Sunday and, looking around on the apps, found an "I'm interested" message from a guy whose profile I'd looked at a few times before. A bi guy, shorter than me, younger than me, solid and strong looking with a thick, rigidly hard looking dick. After some back and forth on the app we agreed to get together at his place and switched to texting. I asked if he was okay with sharing face pics and he agreed. It turns out he's as cute as hell with a face full of scruff and a big sexy smile. I was keen before, but now I'm feeling even more keen. I get the directions and make the 25 minute trip to his place, walking up the few flights of stairs to the door. As I walk down the short corridor his door opens and I'm ushered in by the same handsome man I saw in his picture. After hellos and closing the door behind me we stand close and our hands are touching and exploring each others arms, chest, nipples, back, ass, with soft smiles blooming on our faces. I can feel his dick already very hard as he presses his hips into mine. Not the sometimes awkward and slightly nervous dance this time. We wander into the bedroom in his very clean and tidy home and, still standing, touch some more, kissing slowly and discovering he's a very good kisser. Breaking from our kiss with the big smiles that come with really good kissing we remove a few layers and get comfortable. I strip down to t-shirt and briefs, and he to his sport trunks. We climb onto his bed and make out, feeling something flowing back and forth between us. There's a sweet shyness to him that is very sexy on that strong and solid frame. I roll from my side to hover over him and kiss his soft wet lips before I lick and tease his nipples while my fingers tickle his balls and taint through his trunks. The sounds he's making tell me I'm on the right track. I move from nipple to nipple, licking, nibbling, sucking, while my fingers find the spongey inner shaft of his cock lying under his taint and stroke it firmly back and forth. I think its at this point he flips me on my back and hovers over me, kissing briefly before going after my nipple through my shirt. He says it's time we get everything off and agreeing I squirm out of my shirt and briefs, tossing them over the long horizon of the bed. Now that we're both naked he kneels, lifting and parting my legs, letting his hard and now wet-tipped cock drag up along the crack of my ass as he leans over me to suck and bite my nipples making me squirm slowly under him. I tell him that he can handle me as firmly as he likes, I like hard nipple play and being manhandled. He obliges and my dick chubs a little in response while my cunt is feeling more and more in need. He moves to my dick and starts to suck it, pausing to ask if it's okay. I tell him yes, of course, but I'm totally focused on my ass-hunger. As if reading my mind, his hands slide to my thighs and he flexes me, trailing his tongue into my furry crack and onto my hole. He wets his tongue and licks my hole until all the outer nerves are awake, then he presses my thighs to flex me open and pushes his firm tongue inside me. I make a long groaning sigh and relax to give him more access. He eats my hole until it starts to relax and, feeling the give he pushes his tongue in further and as he pulls out, leaves a pool of his saliva in its place. Straightening, he puts the head of his cock into that wet pool and holding my legs presses forward slightly so that I feel his knob slowly slide inside me. At this point I tell him I'm going to need lube because, well, most every time I have. He asks how it feels, and when I say good he rocks just a little in me, letting me get used to the sensation. Realizing it feels fine, I tell him to keep going. He keeps up the very gentle rocking in me and I feel his knob throb, harden and pull up on the muscle of my hole drawing a chest deep sound of satisfaction from me. He does this a few more times and flexes forward a little more, easily gliding in a few more inches. Rocking a couple of inches back and forth in me for a few seconds he slides all the way into me with the thick root of his cock stretching out my hole for the first time. My head goes back and a long deep "Ahhhhh" punches out as his cock seats in me fully. This is when he tells me he precums a great deal - easy penetration mystery solved. He doesn't know about my serious precum kink, so I have a big grin on my face when I tell him how much I love that. I suddenly realize all the slow rocking was him milking his precum into me to lube up my cunt and my smile gets even bigger. He moves his balls-deep cock around inside my cunt, getting me used to the thickness of it stretching me in different directions. Looking up at his scruffy face with my legs held wide by his strong arms, he begins to fuck into me with a slowly lengthening stroke. After a few minutes it becomes clear he knows his business, first fucking me slowly but firmly to the root, then building up to a good hard "slap" fuck that shakes my whole body and has me instinctively flexing my ass up onto his dick. I can't help how I'm moaning on his cock and watching his face as everything he's feeling plays across it. Every now and then as we fuck his shy face gives way to an intensely determined primal expression, a confident not-quite-sneering smile. This is the first time he tells me how incredible it feels to be inside me. It's been just over a month since he had sex, but I'm still pleased by how pleased he is. I return the favor by telling him how great it feels with his cock inside me, fucking me. He slows down his pace admitting he can cum several times but he really doesn't want to as he's enjoying the feeling of my ass snugly massaging his cock. I try using my cunt muscles to grip and stroke him and he sighs thrusting into me again. He fucks me soundly for over an hour, the changing pace and intensity feels so good, slow, firm, shallow, fast, hard, deep, and I'm incredibly turned on and ready to receive his load. During this time he flips me from missionary onto my sides with my body folded like a deck chair and snugly tucked between his legs as he leans in and finds a new deep part of my cunt to fuck and paint with his precum. I twist to keep eye contact as he fucks me, at first finding the change in position overwhelming with new sensation in my cunt until, after a few moments, I feel myself center as I focus just on his cock. He moans and I feel freshly awash with his precum. He quickly flips me back into missionary and leans over me as he presses all the way inside and begins to fuck me getting deeper and harder as he goes. Looking at his face I can see the shy guy is gone, he's 100% the primal horny ass-fucker I glimpsed earlier and I'm definitely about to get bred. I'm so in need of his seed in my cunt after more that an hour of intense fucking that all I can do is half-sob "Please" with each thrust as his whole body tightens and pounds into me. Then I feel his already rigid cock thicken and harden in me as his face is transformed and he pumps his seed down into my thirsty cunt. As he finishes cumming, he keeps moving inside my now well-bred cunt, just a little back and forth, feeling the slickness of his seed inside me. He didn't go soft, but now I feel him hardening up inside me and I know he's definitely good for longer. He starts fucking me again, clearly getting off on the feel of his seed in my cunt and working it into every part of me. Leaning back, he talks about how much he enjoys watching his cock penetrating my now very juicy hole, telling me how hot and sexy it is. Knowing he's looking, I relax my hole a little, holding it slightly open and he sees his cum peek out. He fucked into the slightly looser hole and groaned how much he loved that wet feeling and the sound his cock makes fucking me filled with his cum. Over the next hour he fucks me in missionary, on my left and right sides, on my stomach and breeds me in every position. At one stage he tells me he's got no more cum left in him and, hearing a challenge, I begin milking him with my cum-filled hole and managed to make him cum three more times. In the end we fucked for a little over two hours and he bred me nine times. We chatted as we cleaned up and I got ready to go. As we were kissing and hugging goodbye, I told him how much I loved having his cum in me and that I'd take good care of it for him. His still half-hard cock became rigid in a few seconds and he admitted that he really likes having his cum inside a man and for him to keep it there inside him. The temptation to fuck just one more time was strong, but we both had things to get done. I think there is plenty of kink potential on top of some incredible fucking action to be had in the future. Here's hoping he's up for a repeat sometime soon. Lifetime loads (well, since March 2019) was 84, now 93.

I just did my first true anon fuck. A guy without a face pic messaged me on BBRT. After just a few messages, I send him my address. He wants the room dark, me face down/ass up. I hear him come in the door and walk into my bedroom. He pushed his dick in my hole and fucked me for a while. Once he came in my ass, he put his clothes back on and left. I never got a look at him. Really hot

I have one "straight" (well he is married) top who fucks me every month or so and he is the roughest top I have ever had. He is verbal, he punches me , slaps me that hard I have often been bruised, chokes me if I make a pleasured sound, spits in my face. There has never been a tactile moment between us in the four years he has been using me - just making me gag on his cock and he fucks like an animal. Very little conversation unless it is to humiliate and abuse me. But I have never not been available when he wants to come over, as he is always good for a 20 minute pounding and he then drags me in the bathroom and pissed on me. I wish he would come over more often, but he runs the show and he probably has other sub bottoms he uses. That is one reason I never refuse him as he is pig arrogant and I don't think he would take a knockback well and probably move onto the next hole.

Late afternoon yesterday. Text message from a fuck bud. He was horny and was I available? I have not seen him in a while....trying to be attentive to my partner...but the thought of my fuck buds big black poz cock in my ass was too good to say no. Told him I would be there in 10 minutes. We stripped as soon as I arrived and headed to his bedroom. He is the type that all I need to do is kiss him and pinch his nipples and he is rock hard. Lay on my back on his bed and he slides in balls deep. Holds it there while it grows even longer and goes in deeper. I beg him to fuck me and to recharge my ass with his poz seed. I continue to play with his nipples. We kiss deeply and wet while he breeds my ass with his hard poz black cock. Soon it grows even harder. I know what is cumming. He fills me and collapses on my chest. We cuddle and kiss with his cock still in me for 10 minutes. I touch his nipples and he immediately gets hard again and gives me load two. Hope to see him again this weekend.

Part 4 - Jacob The Designer Luckily this morning was only partially naked just wearing shorts, strangely though I didn't feel so awkward or embarrassed today, it was like I had new found confidence. As I came round the screen I caught a side on glimpse of the man, he looked to be in his 30's, fairly tall quite muscular build under his perfectly fitted suit and groomed to perfection, his black hair styled to suit his face and even his beard was sexy. At first he paid no attention to me but engaging with Patricia over getting a new model for his male underwear range. Patricia was trying to juggle him and me and she excused herself coming over to assist as the shorts were not sitting right. Eddie and the man said hello and kissed each other on the cheeks. Then our eyes met across the studio as I took the full sight of him in, he was drop dead gorgeous and exuded masculinity and sexual appeal. I must have blushed as he started walking over towards me still talking to Patricia but his eyes were now focused on me, it felt like he was sexing every part of me the way he looked me over carefully and so obviously. "Jacob I will see what I can do but you need to reign in your expectations" Patricia said getting annoyed. His eyes still on me "That simply won't do" he paused looking at me "I want him" he said making her turnaround. Patricia looked at me "No he is not right for your brand, to inexperienced" she said moving my arm. Jacob smiled at me "I want him so make it happen" he didn't wait for an answer, he turned and walked out. Eddie laughed from the other side of the room "You can't win Patty". "You are friends with him so tell him he can't have him" she replied turning to look at Eddie. Eddie snapped a picture of Patricia "No can do, he has made up his mind. Anyway a trial won't hurt" he said. Patricia huffed "Designers Tom, they just want everything and mostly never happy with what they get". "She says the same about me Tom" Eddie said walking over. "Your just difficult Eddie, good thing your good at your job" she said trying to stifle her laugh. "Don't pick on Eddie he is the perfect gentleman" I replied and Eddie coughed hiding his laugh. Patricia looked at me "Oh that is great now models are sticking up for Eddie" she shook her head "what ever next...". I was struck since it was the first time she actually referred to me as a model. Enter Jacob the designer, he would be the second most influential and very instrumental person in my life after Brad. Now don't get me wrong Eddie was instrumental in a different way and one I lied to hold close to my chest. Patricia's phone pinged just as she finished adjust my shorts, she read the message briefly smiling then looked at me. "Well Tom, you have your first rebook for one of the department stores" she said "congratulations". "Eh" I said forgetting my manners "Sorry what does that mean" I asked looking confused. Eddie walked over "More money" he said getting ready to start shooting. Patricia rolled her eyes "It means they like what you did last time and they want you on a formal basis". "More money" Eddie repeated chuckling "That's quick though" he said looking at her. She smiled at me "You have just jumped nearly all my models" she said "well done and thank you Eddie". I didn't know how big a thing that was, mostly models were just provided by Manon and only around 4 of her top models where specifically requested formally and I just got a ticket in to the top 5 models. We worked hard and before I left for lunch and my flight back to Texas Patricia came back to the studio and said I was needed back in LA next Monday for 3 days again. I wasn't sure if I had done something to upset here or if she knew about Eddie and I as she quickly went back to her office. Steve and I went downstairs and across the road to grab a salad and sat outside in the sunshine. "So now I know your gay, how was it with you and Eddie?" Steve asked facing me. I blushed "Incredible, I never expected him to stay with me last night" I replied "Hot body" I continued. "All the years I have worked with him, he has never bedded a model before. You must have something on him" Steve sounded a little jealous. "Please don't let this come between us" I said to Steve "did I upset Patty?" I asked him. Steve chuckled "No, Jacob did that. Apparently he has asked, well demanded you next week" he said. "Yeah, she wasn't that enthused about it" I said "although don't you think he is quite sexy?" I asked. "Oh yes" Steve laughed "he never strays though. And don't worry you and Eddie won't come between us". We returned back to the office and I managed to say good bye to Eddie who was busy and just nodded and winked. On my way to the airport I got a text from him apologising he couldn't say goodbye properly, he also said he hoped that us having sex would not prevent them from being friends first and foremost. It was a side to him I never could have imagined from when I first met him. As usual the midweek flight at 4pm wasn't overly busy, I walked through the boarding gate and hot to the aircraft doors wondering if Mike would be on the flight. As passengers file through to their seats I saw a female attendant, my first thought was how boring the flight was going to be without the eye candy. She checked my boarding pass and pointed me towards the seat, as I said I was getting good at this and managed to get row 7 again on the aisle. I settled down in my seat and looking through the music on my phone deciding what to listen to for 3 hours. "Well good afternoon 7C, nice to see you again" Mike said standing behind my seat. I turned and smiled "Hey, I didn't think you were on here, your not up at the door" I replied sounding stupid. Mike smiled "Training a new girl" he replied looking at her "So is this you going home or to work?" he asked. "Home, just finished work and now I have to catch up of my studying" I replied. "Studying?" he looked surprised learning forward "how old are you?" he asked in shock. I laughed "19, and you?" I asked him as he moved to let a passenger past. "24 but if you tell anyone I will kill you" he laughed patting the headrest of my seat and going to the front. It's those strange things in life that you never understand, seeing Mike on the flight was nice and almost made me feel at home although we didn't really know each other. I watched him going through a long ream of paper then writing something down on it and handing it to the despatcher who had just stepped on board. He then spoke to his trainee who nodded her head and started walking down the plane stopping at my seat. "Good afternoon Mr Miller, we have a seat for you in first class if you would like to follow me" she said. I stood up "Thanks that is very nice of you" I replied following her blushing so hard I thought my face would erupt. "We like to reward our loyal passengers" she said showing me to seat 1F. Okay so it looks like being nice does have some pay off in life. It goes without saying I was extremely well looked after and had a lovely meal, Mike even allowed me a glass of champagne since I was still to young to drink, officially that is. About two hours in to the flight I could see Mike and his trainee finishing service and cleaning up, he brought me a sparkling water over when they were done. "Mr Miller how is your flight" Mike said handing my the drink. Grinning "Perfect, really thank you for this" I said but Mike just waved a hand as if it was nothing. "What do you do in LA if you don't mind me asking?" he asked catching me off guard and unsure what to say incase it was lame. "Oh, you probably think it is stupid but I kind of do modelling" I replied. Mike didn't look surprised "Okay that figures" he replied smiling. I shrugged my shoulder "What figures?" replying looking very confused. Mike chuckled "Come on look at you, your so good looking and fit" he said quietly "What do you model?" he asked. "I will show you" I stood up and got my rucksack and pulled the folder out and opened it for him. Mike ran his finger of the photo and smiled "I would buy that suit but only because you wore it" he said. He showed the photo to his trainee who appeared just as taken by it. They started preparing the cabin for landing and Mike asked when I was flying back to LA, I showed him my flight details and he looked on his phone nodding and telling me he was rostered on that flight. He only did the Dallas to LA route as most other cabin managers didn't like doing the route but for Mike, he knew so many regulars, but most of them never get upgraded as it causes problems. Brad was at the airport to meet me and we stood chatting for a few minutes whilst he got a coffee for the drive back to Medina. Mike came through the arrivals door and walked over wishing me a good weekend and that he would see me Monday morning. Brad looked at me and chuckled so I had to explain it wasn't what he was thinking. Needless to say the entire journey home he went on and on about Mike constantly. Back in Texas for a few days I did an internet search on Jacob and found his name was Jacob Jansen very popular fashion designer and married to a man called Marcus and they both ran Jacob Jansen Fashion, the logo was simple it was two letter J's back to back. I couldn't believe how much a pair briefs cost though, you could buy at least 10 for the price but I guess you pay for the brand name and prestige of wearing them. Brad stayed home for the weekend which cheered me up no end and we spent every minute together, going in to town and sitting by Medina river although the weather was now starting to turn and got colder. We talked about the modelling and Jacob, to my surprise Brad had actually heard of the designer. The Sunday afternoon we sat by the river, I read a little but Brad seemed distracted and not really in to it, I put the book down and turned on to my stomach resting on me elbows and looked at him. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" I asked "is it Melinda?". Brad nodded "She is getting serious again" he replied picking a long stem of grass and tickling my arm with it. There it was again he kept doing these little things that aroused me and I wondered if he knew that "Marriage?" I asked him. "Yeah, and kids" he replied "I don't know if I want to be tied down like that" Brad said hitting me with the stem. I looked ahead "I can't help you on that bro" I said "but it's not fair on her if you keep dithering not knowing what you want in life". "I know" he said sounding exhausted "enough about me, what about you?" he asked changing the subject. "What do you mean?" I replied dithering myself. Brad laughed "Are you still a virgin or do I need to get you laid?". I chuckled "And where are you going to find someone?" I asked then paused looking at him. He sat upright "You have haven't you, you got laid?" he asked and I nodded "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?". I shrugged my shoulders "It's not something I want to talk about". Brad pounced on top me "I thought we were close enough to be honest with each other" he said head locking me. I giggled more out of wanting him to hump me than anything "I know". I told him all about Eddie, not in graphic detail except for me blowing him then puking which he seemed to find totally amusing and gave him something new to latch on to. He seemed happy that I finally was letting myself go and exploring things. It niggled at me the rest of the day, something was telling me he was a little jealous but I put it down to the reaction over the gay thing and he not understanding. Brad got up early to drive me to the airport before he went to work since my flight was at 7am. Dropping me off he made me promise to facetime him on Tuesday evening and I joined he queue for security. Boarding started and I waited a while to let the mad people get on first who thought the plane would leave without them if they didn't get on first. I joined the queue and they scanned my boarding pass, the gate agent looked at the screen for a moment then wrote 1F over the seat number, she smiled and pointed it out to me being discreet and I just nodded and smiled back. There he stood bright eyed and cheery, more than be said for me as I hated early mornings. "Welcome on board Mr Miller, 1F I believe" he said pointing to my seat. "Morning Mike, thanks" I said giving him a smile and leaving him to finish the boarding process. The flight was busy in first class so I didn't get much chance to chat with Mike, he wrote down my return flight details when he had a few minutes. Disembarking the flight he quickly apologised and said hopefully Wednesday we could chat a bit more. I was surprised to see Steve at the airport waiting for me. He admitted he missed having his new friend around and I hugged him at the airport in front of everyone. Wow I was getting brave I laughed to myself as we headed to the car park. The drive was crap with all the traffic and we headed up in the elevator, the doors opened and I only just managed to get out when Eddie pulled me towards the studio saying I had to get ready quickly, not even a hello or anything from him. A dressing assistant was present and handed me two boxes, I ran my fingers over the two embossed letter J's, I knew then that Jacob had got his way with Patricia. Opening the box I muttered oh crap as I saw it contained underwear, well if you could call the skimpy bit of fabric underwear. The dressing assistant chuckled and told me they are jock straps when I complained they were missing the behind bit. Eddie laughed having appeared and sent the dressing assistant out and fetch Jacob. She stomped off and Eddie rushed over nearly knocking me over to kiss me 'Fuck I missed you Tom' he said then composed himself. I knew there was nothing in this as Eddie made it clear he was in no way looking for romance he liked sex and he loved his boyfriend but stuff on the side was okay since his lover lived in New York. Which is great but random acts like this still gave me a massive boner and there was no way I could put the underwear on just now. "Can I see you tomorrow?" Eddie asked. I folded my shirt up "Depends, only if you stay over" I replied "I enjoyed being in bed with you". "Yes I will stay over maybe even fuck you twice if you can handle it" he kissed me and went around the screen. So this wasn't going to be a one off I thought to myself grinning, but then apart from having his body next to and on top of me I actually liked him as a person, much to the annoyance of the other gay male models who tried everything to get him in bed but he just showed no interest. One male model in particular was the one I had to watch, his name was Eric and I underestimated him big time. Jacob came in with Patricia who was not overly happy as it was a dead range she told me, they then had to explain that a dead range was a design that didn't sell very well but Jacob was adamant it was Patricia's fault she dissed him saying it was bad design. Still embarrassing enough knowing that I only had weird piece of underwear on under the dressing robe as I walked around the screen. Jacob was already sat there next to Patricia who had her unamused look of her lips pursed. I dropped the robe and hung it over the back to the chair, Jacob stood and walked towards me and indicated for me to turn around. It felt like a medical exam as he checked over every inch of my body and then he smiled and nodded to Patricia, she smiled in relief and took him off to her office. As soon as the shoot was finished I put the robe on and Eddie told me to stay put and left me sat there alone in the studio, unsure what to do I waited until they all appeared again but this time the designer had a box of different style of underwear. By the time the shoot ended at 2pm I was shattered not realising how exhausting or demanding Jacob was, clearly Patricia hated having designers in the studio during photo shoots. Jacob was packing the garments back in to boxes then walked over and handed them to me 'Thank you, these are for you to keep' he smiled. Jacob kissed Patricia on the cheek 'Amazing' was all he said and to her, Patricia waited for me to finish changing and walked with me to the elevator. "Well today has gone better than anyone expected" she told me. I smiled "No one gives much away so I have no idea how I am doing with you" I replied. She laughed and smiled "I will have a 5 year contract drawn up" she said as we walked. Seth had already advised me what to do in this situation "Can we discuss this in 11 months" I replied. She stopped and looked at me "Don't run before you can walk" she warned me. I looked at her "I am just not sure if this is what I want to do" I said. She seemed convinced and smiled "Your first fee has already been transferred to your bank account" she said. I really should have read the contract properly "Fee?" I asked. She smiled "Yes apart from a salary you get a 10% commission on the fee we charge the client". I nodded "Oh right". "Only if they are happy with the results" She went on to explain "It might change your mind" she said smiling. In the car back to the hotel I opened my banking app and checked nearly choking when I saw $5,000 deposited by Manon International. My mood had really brightened up thinking how much money was in my account, I kept closing the app and reopening it to double check it wasn't a mistake. Back at the hotel I must have smiled all the way through my shower and workout. I wrapped a towel around me and walked back in to the room, 4pm was to early to eat so I put the TV on flicking through the channels when there was a knock at the door. Not expecting anyone since I was meeting Eddie tomorrow after work, I rushed over to the peep hole and saw Jacob standing there, I leaned back against the wall 'oh fuck' I said to myself interrupted by him knocking again. I opened the door slightly just so I could peek through the crack. "What are you doing here?" I asked nervously. "I want to take you to dinner" he said looking at me through the crack in the door. Looking at him "How did you know where to find me?" I asked. Jacob laughed "A little bribery to Steve in the form of underwear and he sings like a canary". "I really don't know you" I replied debating to close the door. "Tom from Texas let me in for gods sake" Jacob demanded "or I will cause a scene outside your door". I chuckled and opened the door letting him in "Why do you want to take me to dinner?" I asked him. Jacob walked in to the room "I will speak to Patricia about getting you a better hotel" he said ignoring my question. I closed the door "Is your husband in town as well?" I asked turning to face him, unsure why I even asked that. "I see you have done some homework" he said laughing "so am I taking you out to dinner?" he asked again. I walked in to the room "Okay" I surrendered holding my hands up but actually I quite liked him. Grabbing a shirt from the closet and putting it on Jacob looked at me "Is that what your wearing?" he asked. I smiled "JC Penny's finest" I replied and Jacob laughed putting his hand on my shoulder. "Okay so we make a little detour before dinner" he said "Can't have you dining in shorts you will ruin my reputation" he laughed. His limousine was waiting outside the hotel causing much attention by people on the sidewalk and in the hotel. A few people in the lobby recognised Jacob and snapped pictures of us both leaving the hotel, little did I understand about fame and how innocently him taking me out to dinner can be twisted in to all sorts of suggestive narratives. Jacob asked all about me in the limo as we drove, I told him about the town in Texas where we live near and all about the Medina ranch and river and how perfect the place was. The limousine stopped outside a very posh looking boutique store that was quite busy. I looked at Jacob who smiled and said 'don't worry I am not a monster despite what Patricia might think', stepping out the limo I saw the two gold letter J's above the store front and knew immediately it was his store. Walking inside there was gasps from the customers as they saw the designer enter, the manager dropped what he was doing and came over. Jacob greeted him and introduce me to him explaining I need a casual but stunning suit for dinner. The manager laughed and reminded Jacob that they only stocked stunning suits. "I don't need clothes Jacob" I protested to him being ushered in to a private dressing room. Jacob smiled "I didn't say you did, I want to give you something for a good job today" he explained. I laughed "I stood and got photographed" I said to him. Jacob put his arm around my shoulder "Your so funny, I see why Eddie likes you". I stopped and looked at him "What do you mean?" I asked sounding a little upset. He smiled "Word on the street is Eddie was patient with you it upset Eric but then he is a nasty bit of stuff on the inside". "Oh" I said calming down "he called me a fucking amateur" I replied. Jacob chuckled "He forgets he was an amateur once. But he has blown any chance of working with me now for calling you that". By the time we left the boutique I felt like a million dollars dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, wearing JJ's underwear, socks and shoes. Jacob had been on the phone to his husband sending him pictures of me wearing one of his suits, I was a little dazed by all of this but Jacob was very open and honest saying he kept Marcus informed of everything as the media took things and put a spin on everything. I joked with him that he was trying to get me in bed, truth be told I hoped he was but he smiled and told me he was completely faithful to his husband. We dined in a haunt of many celebrities who would pop by and ask for him to dress them for the awards season, sitting there with my mouth open throughout dinner at the number of famous people who casually walked up to him. Jacob apologising for the continuous interruptions. One thing I learnt about Jacob was that he didn't style celebrities for award shows, if they wanted to wear one of his creations they had to pay and pay through the nose. He never gave them freebies as they had the money to buy his clothes, this way everything kept a much higher price tag and demand. That evening I spent with him would be where I made my first real friend in the world of fashion who would stick by me after things went sour, I know I was friends with Steve but I classed him as my gay friend and didn't see him as in the fashion world. The drive back to my hotel Jacob finished off a text to his husband. He turned to me "I have loved every minute being with you. Meeting someone genuine is refreshing". I blushed and chuckled "Thank you for taking me out I had a great time" I said leaning back in the seat. "Hope you don't mind if I hang out with you when I am in town" he suggested smiling at me. I nodded "I think I would like that, I mean to be friends with you" I replied stumbling my words. Jacob laughed and leaned over kissing me on the cheek "Only friends, if you need any clothes call me" he said. I smiled "Even this is way to much" I said running my hand down the smooth fabric covering my leg. Jacob shook his head "No it isn't, anyway you look as hot as fuck in that suit". I chuckled "Hmm I wonder who designed it, probably a rip off" I said feeling Jacob punch my arm playfully. "Get out" he laughed "you have my number, call me if you ever need anything" he said seriously. I suppose it may have been just one of those things when you say yes of course I will blah blah but never call, this wasn't the case with Jacob. Everyone at Manon International liked to tell you how difficult designers are to work with except when they are getting free clothes. I suppose he was no different to them but to me he would become Jacob my friend, a person I could really trust and eventually play a important part of my life. Tuesday Patricia was finalising the shoots I did with Jacob's underwear or as I would call them 'Jacob Straps'. He had given me so many of them yesterday that I gave Steve around 6 of them who smiled and hugged me, exclaiming he would have no trouble getting guys wearing these. To much information I told him as we headed off for lunch. That afternoon I did a few more shoots for some tailored shirts. Patricia came in the studio and showed me the photographs that were already on line modelling Jacob's dead range and said they were putting the same advertising campaign behind it as before. I just nodded and smiled but loved the photographs Eddie had taken, it was hard to pin it down, somehow he managed to capture me in some very sensual way that just looked hot. Eric had wandered in from his photo shoot in Studio B with a different photographer and looked at the screen 'Nice' he said and wandered off talking to Patricia. His arms clasped tight around my body as he carried me across the bedroom and dropped me on the bed, I was giggling so much I hiccupped several times, my underwear tenting from my erection and feeling so horny and turned on by him. Eddie kneeled over me as I looked up at his naked body the giggling finally stopped and my hand reached up and held his hard cock. I leaned up and closed my mouth around the head gently teasing it and licking it like a melting lolly. "You sure you want to do that again, if so I will get a bucket?" Eddie said with a cheeky smile on his face. I kneeled up looking in to his eyes "Are you trying to be funny?" I said forcing my mouth on to his. Eddie pushed me away "You know I would rather fuck you" he said holding my arms "and you have kept me waiting to long". I laughed and collapsed on the bed pulling him down "Do you want me as a friend or someone to fuck?". "Both" Eddie replied "I am greedy and I need to fuck The Model Called Tom" he chuckled. He was quick and he was good, my reaction was to slow, possibly on purpose. Eddie had my legs up and his tongue at my hole waking my body up I wriggled and moaned in pleasure feeling his tongue working me good. Kissing my body he worked up to my neck and eventually my mouth, deliberately putting me in a missionary position his hand stroked along my body and rounded my ass. He positioned his cock against my hole and gently began prising it open. 'Uh' I moaned feeling the pain as his head slipped through the outer ring. He stopped pushing and kissed me, my hand roaming over his arms and back letting me get use to his cock for several minutes. He looked me in the eye and I nodded watching the smile grow on his face leaning forward feeling hips lips press against mine. My hand gripped his arms and my back arched slightly off the bed as I felt more of his cock easing deeper in to my body. The little pain I felt was over shadowed by the pleasure surfacing and enveloping my body. It was strangely so different, he hips moved in a steady pace, our mouths sealed together in a very long sensuous kiss, holding on to each other it felt so perfect. To all intense and purpose this was no fuck, Eddie actually made love to me, I knew it and he knew it. It was slow and very erotic, I could feel every inch of him inside me building up with every lovingly delivered thrust. I could sense every change in his body and he began to show signs of reaching his climax. He kissed deeper and his hips picked up speed the sounds of his balls hitting my ass providing the back ground ambience. I moaned into his mouth my tongue on his my hands moving around his back holding him closer, my mouth filling with a rush of his air as he groaned deeply his eyes squinting and his hips pushed up hard forcing his cock deeper in to my body. His arms around my body and neck tightened his body going rigid, breaking the kiss he held my head close to his pushing up hard causing me to cry out in ecstasy, the feeling of his cock twitching in my ass reverberated down to my cock sending me over the top, without touching myself I came, my legs clamped around Eddie's waist and my eyes closed. I felt his mouth kissing me erratically across my face looking for my mouth which opened and received so welcomingly, holding him so tight I didn't want to let him go. I woke in the morning face to face with Eddie watching him sleep. I wasn't in love with him you have to understand that, but the sex we had that last evening was so powerful and intense, Eddie would only ever get that from his partner and me. For me it would only ever be matched by one other person. I arrived for my last shoot in the morning as I was booked on the 4pm flight back in the afternoon. I didn't know when or even if I would be coming back. Patricia called me in to her office and threw a paper in front of me, the title read 'Fashionista JJ and who?' underneath was a picture of Jacob and me leaving the hotel the night we had dinner. She sat there in silence looking at me, I explained that he wanted to take me for dinner as a thank you for the shoot during the day. She warned me not to get involved and tangled up with Jacob, it wasn't healthy mixing business with pleasure. I apologised to her, she told me she would speak to Jacob about it as well. My chat with Patricia had revealed the businesswoman inside who was ruthless and demanding, she called the shots and pulled the strings to the point where people didn't like to cross her. I never knew what went on between Jacob and Patricia but rumour has it that he threatened to dump her agency if she tried pulling a stunt like that again. Patricia reminded him on the contractual clause about designer and model, as much as she didn't want to enforce the clause she would if needed. My main concern would be if she found out about Eddie and me. Steve waved my flight details "Your back next Wednesday" he said crossing the reception. "Oh really, great" I said walking over to him. Steve held the paper back "For some reason your booked in to the Fairmont Miramar at Santa Monica". He handed the papers to me "Oops, I think that was Jacob's doing" I said looking at him. Steve laughed "You will be here for a week, so can we hang out over the weekend sometime?". I smiled and hugged him "Of course" I said seeing Patricia and Eddie came out of the studio. Patricia called over "See you Wednesday afternoon" disappearing in to her office. Eddie walked over towards me giving me a cheeky kiss and hug "See you next week" he said and looked at me. I smiled "You bet" I replied as Eric came out of the studio and glanced in my direction nodding his head. I couldn't be sure but maybe Eric was getting friendlier towards me. He was incredibly arrogant and Steve hated being in the same room with him, but he did have a bit of a sexy side to him. Steve warned me that Eric was quite the fuck machine and bedding anyone who gave him the time of day. Interestingly Steve said his previous boyfriend took a restraining order out against him on the grounds of obsessive behaviour but rumour has it was his boyfriends wandering eye that caused the problems. Mike stood at the door and smiled seeing me walk down the airbridge towards the aircraft and put me in seat 1F. Having time to chat to him on this flight as his trainee was with him again I showed him some more shots and gave him a pair of Jacob Jansen underwear still in their box. He looked utterly surprised and thought I had spent money buying them until I explained that the designer Jacob had given way to many after doing a shoot for him. I had a whole week before going back to LA and arranged to meet up with Mike at the weekend. As usual Brad was getting a coffee and I watched to see if Mike would come through as I knew this was always his last flight of the day, sure enough he appeared just as Brad got his coffee. He walked over to say goodbye and I introduced him to Brad. We hadn't decided where to meet until Brad suggested he come down to Medina and the ranch. The weekend turned out to be a lot of fun and Brad got on well with Mike, clearly Mike and I flirted but kept it very plutonic as we seemed to have a lot in common. Mike would come down to Medina several times even when I wasn't there to visit Brad as a friend to him as well, it was a break from Melinda which really kept him from being pushed in to decisions he didn't want to make. Mike would turn out to be a great friend with benefits (airline ones of course).

This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

Just to lighten this up, I friggin love latino tops, they are crazy aggressive. As to the inclusive thing with different body types, to me that is just a preference if you don't turn me on then you don't turn me on, I realize I'm not going to be hooking up with 20yo porn stars because I'm older and don't turn them on, which is weird because I'm amazing to look at lol

So glad to hear that Daddys hand is still with us and not just for the story. Get well soon.

Lol - Oh, thank God somebody finally said it! 🤣 I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly typed “Will you two get a plane ticket and a room, for Pete’s sake?” All I can say is that we here had better get a riveting after-action report when this breeding eventually takes place... As to the images you posted - I have a sense that the only guys who can truly get away with a thong are those blessed with the entire package: the build, the muscle, the ass and the cock, the face, and the moxie that says they not only know they’ve got it all, they know that you know they’ve got it all. If any of those elements is lacking, it becomes obvious that the Emperor is showing his ass, and not necessarily in the desired way. Even if all is in place, but then he turns around and the face doesn’t complete the picture, the glamour is dispelled and the choice of a thong becomes questionable. I’d love to be able to wear one on a beach or in a bathhouse - but not a snowflake’s chance in hell. I do think thongs are probably something age may make us ineligible for, no matter how fit we are...

I’m 29 and blond, and though I have a boyfriend, I go to my local sauna a lot. The BF has no idea. I suck and swallow, which is risky, but have only got fucked bareback in the sauna once by this hot 18 year old top who I couldn’t resist. The BF and I have never used condoms, and I fuck him several times a week. I had gone to my local sauna as usual, and had taken a kamagra herbal tablet to keep my cock rock hard. Because the it always makes my head pound I took three paracetamol tablets also - or I thought they were paracetamol. When I looked at the packaging after swallowing them, it turned out they were nitrazepam (my boyfriend was taking to help him sleep), though I had no idea what nitrazepam was at the time and shrugged it off. Well after about 30 minutes I was rock hard laying on my back in the steam room, some random old guy sucking my cock. Thankfully it wasn’t that hot in there today so I could stay in there for ages while getting blown. I was starting to feel a bit woozy- the nitrazepam - but didn’t know why. My eyes were heavy and I felt so lazy, too lazy to move. When another random, somewhat younger guy came in and sat between my legs and started rubbing my anus, normally I would’ve pushed his hand away, but I just lay there moaning as I enjoyed my bj, my arms feeling too heavy to move. The younger guy rubbing my ass lifted my legs up, my floppy unresisting body complying with however he moved it, my head still awake but my body just empty and lifeless. It was weird: I was aware but detached. The old guy started licking my ass, sucking my ring and slobbering all over my anus. Normally, the thought of being covered with an old man's spit would have made me cringe, but not this time. I simply lay there, seemingly indifferent to his approaches. The old guy sucking me stood up when I was bent double and rubbed his cock on my face. He poked it between my lips, but I didn’t suck it. "Are you ok mate?" he said in my ear as he stroked my mouth. I moaned, but didn’t properly reply. He stood up and walked off, saying to the other guy "He’s too out of it to give me a good blow job" and left me alone with the other guy, who stopped rimming me and scooted up between my legs, his erection rubbing my bum cheeks as he reached up over my body, holding my face in his hand. "What you taken mate?" he asked, squeezing my cheeks. I didn’t reply, just stared at him blankly. "You don’t want me to put a condom on do you?’" he asked, shaking my head from side to side with his hand holding my face. "Noooo, good," he said as he shook my head "No" for me. He reached down and positioned his cock at my hole, rubbing the helmet in his spit as he nestled it in my anus, then he slowly pushed in, just shoving the entire length of his cock inside me bareback to the hilt in one go, his helmet drooling precum deep in my bowels. He started sliding his cock in and out as he hunched over me on the steam room bench, grinding my ass raw as he fucked my limp body. "Feel my cock and your ass skin to skin. I’m guessing you wouldn’t let me do this if you weren’t fucked up on something" he said as his fucking got harder. "You want my cum in your ass hey kiddo? Yeah, you’re getting it in your ass mate. Fuck, yeah. Here it comes. Gonna breed your little ass raw. Yeah. Fuuuuuuuck, I’m cumming in you kiddo... uh uhh..... fuck yeah, take my load, fuck." He moaned and shuddered as he bred me raw. I knew I was getting filled with cum, by a dirty old stranger, and I knew that was really bad, but I didn’t move, couldn’t move, just lay there, my legs hooked over his shoulders, my blank eyes staring at his contorting face as he came in my ass. As he did two guys came in, chatting until they saw the old dude finishing grinding his sperm into my bowels. "Sorry" one said as they sat down. "No worries" the guy breeding me said as he pulled out, cum dribbling out my ass. "This one is out for the count. Either of you want a ride?" he asked, fingering my gaping anus. "I’m a bottom, but George here might" one of the couple said. "Should I go and get a condom for you George?" "You don’t need to wear a rubber. Fuck, I didn’t. He doesn't care. Look" the guy said, pulling his cum covered fingers out my ass then shoving them back in. "Yeah, looks sweet" George said. "You got the clap, hey mate? It’s curable, fuck go for it" the guy fingering me said. "No, George is poz, I'm afraid" George's friend said. "Maybe I could, just this once. I haven’t felt bare ass in such a long time..." George started. "No, hold-on George, I'll get you a condom" said his buddy, leaving the sauna. George got in position between my legs, and I saw him for the first time as I hadn’t bothered to turn my head before to look. He was fat and hairy, fat cock but average length that he was rubbing on my toes. The guy who had already bred me was spreading his cum on George’s helmet and rubbing it up and down my crack. "Just put it in quick before your friend gets back" "‘I can’t, he’ll kill me" George said. "Nestle it at his hole for me quickly" my breeder said. George pointed his cock down and his helmet slid into my outer anus very easily, my ring closing round the poz guy's coronal ridge. "Oh my goooood, I am so close, I haven’t been skin-to-skin since I was diagnosed" remarked the poz guy. "How close?" asked the breeder, maneuvering my body so I slid into the raw poz cock another inch. "Like, about to blow. I better pull it out. Slide his body back again" said the poz guy. "Fuuuck, quick." ’ "Or deeper?" countered the breeder, pushing me down further on the poz cock instead of pulling me off. "Do it, cum in him, fucking poz his hole, I scraped it up real good, cum in him before your mate comes back." "Fuuuuck,’ the poz guy said as he buried his cock in my ass to the hilt. He rammed it in two or three times before moaning "Fuuuuuck, yeah, take it, take my load, buddy - feel my cum deep in your insides." He came in me, holding his cock buried to the hilt so his poz sperm was buried deep in my body. "Fuck yeah, fill him up, poz him, yeah. Stick your fingers up to keep the cum in when you pull out" instructed the breeder. "Why?" asked the poz guy. "You know why" replied the breeder. The poz guy pulled out and slid at least three fingers in my ass to the hilt. I was waking up a tiny bit, perhaps from the adrenaline of laying there and not resisting being fucked raw by a poz guy, and letting him finish off inside me. About then the BF returned with a condom, squatting next to me and wrapping-up George’s cock. "You’re not very hard, George. I thought you would be with your fingers buried in his cummy ass. Wow. What a lot of cum is leaking out, look at that" George’s friend said as he saw George fingering my ass. "Now, let me see you fuck this boy" he said. George pulled his fingers out and slid his covered cock into my poz cum filled ass, getting hard pretty quick again he fucked me for ages, trying to cum again, pumping his poz cum deeper into my ass as he fucked me with his sheathed cock. After about ten minutes of fucking George’s friend said "I’m going to get some water" and stepped outside. "You want me to help you cum, George?" said the other guy. "Sure, how?" George asked. "Pull out a second" ordered the my first breeder. "You can’t pull the condom off. My boyfriend will be back in a moment." "I’m gonna snap the end off. It will look like you’re still wearing a rubber." George pulled out and I heard a snap like an elastic band, and then he rammed his raw cock back in. "Better?" "Fuck, yeah" replied George. A few seconds later George's boyfriend came back in, and felt George’s cock. "I’m still wearing it" George spat as he fucked even harder into my insides. "Just checking. You getting closer to cumming honey?" George’s boyfriend asked. "All this is making me horny. I might want a ride after all." "Oh, yeah, real close" George said, grunting and moaning. "You gonna fuck him raw - since you're clean?" asked the first breeder. "Yeah, I guess so." "Fuuuuuuuck, yeah" George moaned as he came inside me a second time, his cock deep in my bowels as he injected his second dirty load deep into my guts. George slumped over me as he finished cumming inside me, discreetly slipping the broken condom off. He stood up, withdrew and his boyfriend took his place between my legs. "Wow, his hole is sloppy" the boyfriend said. With that he rammed his bare cock right inside me to the balls, unknowingly coating his cock in his boyfriends dirty load and pushing poz cum deeper into my bowels at the same time. "Yeah, fuck him mate. Fuck his cum-filled ass" urged the first breeder. "Fuck, I don’t know how you lasted so long George. Fuck. Here it comes. Yeah, take my cum, blond boy." I could feel his cock jerking into me spasmodically as he came inside me. The guy pulled out, and the first breeder sat between my legs and started finger fucking my arse again, sliding four fingers straight in. George and his boyfriend left, leaving me alone with the sick old pervert. I passed out completely as he was trying to get all five fingers inside me. I recall he had inserted all his fingers and was slowly trying to get his hand into me past the widest point. As it slipped in I must have passed out, laying there with his hand inside my body, completely at his mercy. I woke up as someone sprayed my face with water. Blinking my eyes open, I was being supported under my armpits by a huge tattooed guy. "Mate, are you ok?" he asked as I struggled to my feet, gradually standing free of him. I noticed, however, he didn't fully let go, as his arms still wrapped round me from behind, and his erection was pressing into my back. "Are you all right?" again he asked. "I dunno, um......" I stammered, still pretty out of it. "I found you in the steam room. Some guy had his foot buried in your ass. Seriously, the front half of his foot." I felt my gaping ass with my fingers, it was open wide by an inch, not closing up even when I tried to clench it. "Uuhhh, I err....." I mumbled for want of words. "He said you took nine loads. I think you might have got some dirty ones too. Sorry, mate." I flashed back to the poz guy and wondered what else I was impregnated with. About then the tattooed guy's cock slid into my hole. You know what followed. That was two years ago. I still haven’t been tested. Every time I fuck the BF raw, I know I could be bug-sharing with him.

I work up a little early this morning and noticed my man had a rock hard cock. I reached over to grab and jerk it; I can never resist his beautiful cock. He started to stir at my touch, and slightly spread his legs. This was all the invite I needed. Min no time I had a brown bottle to my nose taking a huge hit of poppers as I got between his legs and started to throat his cock. He work up a little bit more as I as working my mouth up and down his dick. He started to get more verbal “yeah, throat my cock. You love love my dick don’t you, slut?” As he was fucking my face as I took another his of poppers, and got really into sucking him off. After a few more minutes I felt him start to pulse and throb in my throat, and I was rewarded with his load. It is the beginning of a great day.

Part 7 It has been over a week since my poz daddy gave me the biggest thrill of my life and if this was a rollercoaster I would say we are still on the precipice of the highest peak. When he pulled out of me before cumming and told me his grand plan I was in heat so bad, I just wanted that big thick cock in me and his charged semen, I simply laid there and listened. I had always played out the fantasy of taking poz cum in my head but this was a whole new level. I never felt more me than ever before. I was more amazed about how 0 hesitation I had, he did not need to threaten. I think his potent cum had already kick started the real me by then. Part of this super high I was feeling was this waiting for just what the end result of his plan was going to be from that first day. Sure since then he has been back to my house, installs one window and then 'finds' an issue that makes doing another one impossible. Our days then are spent him keeping me in a state of cum charged bliss. I have had probably over 50 of his loads deposited deep in me since that first day. We make love, in my opinion, on my marital bed, hot missionary with him now not needing any lube to slide into me. He tells me he loves my sloppy hole and how he knows all day he can just walk up and enter me at his leisure and seed me deep. I love how we do missionary mostly now just so his load can stay inside and I can soak his charged DNA. I find any other position the loads just pour straight out. He of course loves that since he says it's a sure sign of how much he owns my ass. He laughs when I tell him that my wife thinks I have an intestinal problem when I randomly queef his loads in my pants doing boring house stuff with her. I love feeling him leak out, but love keeping it in me as much as possible. Everytime before my wife comes home he tells me he will be there when my first fever kicks in, nothing yet but I keep hoping I am knocked up soon. Knocked up before he unveils his final piece of his plan, he told me it would be in an email. I think I just got an alert, ooooo, it is from him. Part 8 soon

Thought I’d share mine.

Traded for Drugs His parents split up when Loan was only 15. His mother remarried Couple years later and headed off on a month long honeymoon with her new husband who was a wealthy business owner. Logan, now a senior I high school was left on his own since his mother felt he could manage for that time. He went to school and worked out in the week equipped fitness room at their new home I his step father's house. Logan was surprised to get a call from his father, whom he bent heard from I nearly two years when his mother through him out. Logan's father had become addicted to drugs (meth, heroin, ecstasy). With all that had happened, Logan still loved his father and missed him in his life. Logan had no reservations when his fatter asked to meet him. His father wanted to let him know his side of the story between him and his mother. His father swore that he was now clean and sober and had been for months. It was time to make amends, one of the twelve steps. Logan headed out to meet his father where hesitation. He pulled up to a out of the way bar, parked and headed inside. He father was sitting I the back corner and waved to Logan. Logan walked over and joined his father. As Logan walked across the bar the bar ender asked if Logan wanted something to drink. He said yes, a Coke would be fine. Logan sat down as the bartender bought his drink over giving Logan's father a wink. Logan's father began to go on about how wrong he was and that he hoped that some say Logan would forgive him for what he had to do. Logan was a little puzzled with his father's choice in words, he wasn't asking for forgiveness for what he had done, but what he had to do. As Logan sat there puzzled he began to feel strange, he felt like the room was spinning until he passed out. .The bartender commented that Logan should be out could for at least 12 hours. They carried Logan out to his car, put him in the trunk and his father drive off. Logan pulled up to an old house where he pulled into the driveway and into the garage to hide Logan's car. He went inside and was immediately greeted by his dealer. The dealer asked if he had the money he was owed. Logan's father said the be did one better. He gave his dealer the keys to Logan's car and house. He told his dealer that the boy was in the trunk. His dealer had some friend who needed a his boy to rent out and Logan was perfect for their use. He have the boy shipped to Mexico for his friend and with the car and house contents that more than settled what he owed.

Another Real Experience - How Big Are Those Cocks? This is another true party story from about a year and a half ago. A long term play buddy of mine on the Upper West Side had started using his large floor-thru apartment near Columbia University as almost a full-time party location and meeting place. Additionally as time went by, he began to also help guys find the potions and combinations that enhanced and ramped up their sex experiences. My buddy Jack was a shorter white guy, with a steel grey buzzcut and goatee - he was around 60, but kept a very muscular body with just a bit of belly - he had a nice cock and a beautiful ass. He still liked to play himself, but sometimes was so busy setting things up and dealing with the guys who came simply for favors that sometimes he could not have the sex sessions he planned... and someone else might benefit from what he'd set up for himself. That's what happened to me that fateful Friday. So one summer friday, responding to an invitation for a play session he'd set up with me the day prior, I headed to his place and arrived around 5pm. Jack figured we'd play a bit early, he'd break for a while to take care of those arriving in the early evening for favors, then begin playing again when he was through - while I could continue with any other guys who happened to be staying for his evening play party. When I got there, he was already mostly naked with some leather, so I also got out my harness, metal cockrings, armbands and the like and pulled on a jock-strap until things really got started. He had two adjoining rooms, the smaller had a daybed type affair and his computer desk the other larger room a very big bed and most of the porn screens. We sat by his desk, puffing on a huge glass bong and shotgunning while we chatted and he let me know some of what was going on that evening to come. He also gave me a vitamin "v", and I started getting hard watching porn over his shoulder as we chatted and puffed up. I needed to piss after a bit (and as we were not yet playing, I didn't think there'd be any issue with me getting rid of a bit) and he said to just make sure I knocked before going into the bathroom as there was someone showering and cleaning up in there. He also told me to take my time as he still had a few IM's and E-mails to respond to before he could take a break. Cool, I thought, I can wait outside if they're shy and show-off if a bit if they are not. Headed to the bathroom on the other end of the apartment - down a LONG corridor past the front door, then through the living room, into the kitchen and then to the bathroom which adjoined the third bedroom located all the way to the rear of this long narrow apartment. I knocked on the closed bathroom door, and heard a familiar voice ask who it was... I called out my name through the door and heard "just a minute, then I'll open up..." While I was waiting, the door to the bedroom opened and Derrick, the guy renting that room from Jack, opened the door naked with a bong in one hand and torch in the other. Derrick was a wiry very white guy with a ripped body, lots of ink and a damn big cock. He was also a very popular DJ and party organizer, and also an escort. "I heard it was you out here, and I wanted to talk to you a second... here" he said, handing me the bong and using the torch to melt the T. As I was shotgunning him, the door to the bathroom opened and he hustled me inside. The occupant was Craig, a 20-something African American guy with a soccer player type body and nice size cock. He was from the same part of the south Jack was from. Craig was a nursing student, and was staying with Jack partly as delivery man, partly as assistant, and partly as fuck buddy. I took my piss as we three shared shotgun hits from the bong. Derrick told me he was glad I was there, because he had set up something for the evening that was really special for Jack, fulfilling a fantasy that Jack had been wanting to try for many years. He was glad I was there because he himself could not stay long (escort clients, you know) and Craig would likely be in-and-out, so Derrick was pleased that there'd be someone with real control there who could make sure the scene didn't get out of hand. Had to admit I was damn curious at that. While Craig pulled out some Testosterone Gel (this was just before they started making an issue about them) and started rubbing some into my muscles and his own, Derrick continued, telling us he had set up a gang bang for the evening with three EXTREMELY hung black top guys. All claimed also to be straight but just liked a walk on the wild side occasionally, especially when lots of party favors were involved. We all took a few more hits off the pipe while we each took turns giving each of the other guys a quick suck and a quick rimjob. We didn't want to leave Jack alone for too long, and Derrick was "working" in a short time, so he headed back to his bedroom while Craig and I went forward to Jack's two adjoining rooms in the front of the apartment. Jack and Craig and I got onto the daybed and sex play got started. All three of us are vers, with both Craig and I leaning more to top and Jack more to bottom. Still in our first round, we totally round robin-ed with each of us sucking and rimming each of the other two, each of us getting fucked by the other two and each of us fucking the other two. A very nice start to the evening, let me tell you... We took a break as John had guys coming very shortly for party favors and Craig was going to need to get things ready for a delivery run. I kicked back watching porn and we puffed the pipe some and a few guys came through... some heading right back out, others hanging a bit to see if they'd be invited to hang for a bit and get into the scene. After a bit, Derrick came into the room with some guys behind him. Derrick announced that Jack's "birthday present" from him was here, and Jack looked like a kid in a candy shop. One guy, Alastair, was a lean lighter skinned Jamaican guy with dreads and a goatee and appeared to be in his 40s; Pierre was a shorter darker Haitian guy who was neither toned nor flabby but was smooth all over and could have been anywhere from 30 to 50; finally there was Alex who was early 20s, very nicely muscular and looked like the All-American College Jock type. And as they stripped down, they all had cocks that were pretty damn big while soft... The guys were given a nice big baggie from Jack along with some vitamin-v. We sat around watching the porn and hitting the pipe hard. At first Alastair and Pierre were really quiet, and I guess to some people a bit menacing. Two of the guys who'd hung around slipped out quietly, while I noticed that the next few of Jack's arrivals didn't even bother staying for more than a puff or two. The three guys prepared points for themselves and the rest of us puffed on the pipe. Craig passed around drinks with G and the guys started to mellow a bit. We were down to the three of them, plus me and Jack, Craig and Derrick - who each would be leaving shortly - and a string bean of a white middle-aged top named Jimmy and a cute Hispanic twink, Rico. The three "friends" of Derrick's started to get hard, and holy shit! I've been a player since I was a teenager, and these were some of the biggest cocks I'd encountered in all that time - almost impossible that three of that size were in the room at the same time. Alex, who did some porn occasionally, had a beauty of 9-incher, and Pierre a slightly longer, and somewhat fatter battering ram that had to be 10 inches. Then there was Alastair. He was slowly fisting a cock that seemed impossibly long - someone whispered "how big IS that thing?". Alastair rather smugly replied "Thirteen inches" to which Jimmy responded "No way." As proof, Alastair pulled from his bag a goddamn TAPE MEASURE to prove it - said he got tired of people not believing him. Sure enough, it was past 12 1/2 inches long - officially making it the second longest cock I'd ever personally encountered. "Satisfied?" he growled at Jimmy, who looked a bit scared. All three seemed to be getting impatient with waiting for Jack to finish up though when Rico tried to go down on one of them he was pushed away. Jimmy and Rico retreated to the daybed behind Jack's computer and started to fuck around. It was also becoming obvious that Jack was VERY upset about some message he was getting on his phone and he started to curse under his breath. The three guys looked a bit pissed and started whispering stuff to Derrick and then Craig who moved over to them to see what was going on. Craig went back and forth from them to Jack. Finally, Craig and Derrick came over to me and began to talk in a hushed tone, while Jack spoke to the other guys. Seems Jack was going to have to go out because he was having some problem with a supplier that frankly I didn't need or care to know any more about. He was taking Craig with him. Derrick was heading to paying clients shortly. So I was left to hold down the fort and make sure nothing went wrong and was given a set of keys to the various cabinets. "And there's something else," Derrick mumbled. It seems his three pals were tired of waiting and wanted to fuck NOW. Jimmy was a top only, and was clearly showing signs of avoiding them at all costs, and they were very much NOT into Rico, whom they found too feminine and girly (odd, for straight guys, I thought, but whatever...). "That leaves YOU," Craig finished for Derrick. Shocked I looked at them like they were crazy. "You want ME to bottom for three of the biggest cocks on the island of Manhattan?" They both nodded. "You HAVE to, or its not gonna be pretty real soon" whispered Derrick. "But don't worry, we can help make it easier." See here's the thing. Yes I do like to bottom, and in fact had griped a few times lately that I wasn't getting any bottom time at the last few get-togethers I was at, but really... I could think of 10 friends off the top of my head who would pay a huge amount to be gang-fucked by 3 super-hung black men, but being the subject of ANY gangbang had never been a fantasy of mine. And any of my fuckbuddies can tell you that although my hole is rather talented when it comes to muscle control, I am tight, and usually take a bit of time to warm into being fucked. Craig got me some G and some K and tossed a sprayer of Maximum Impact on the bed we'd be playing on. The three guys got the points they'd prepared earlier out, and Derrick pulled a tourniquet around my bicep and swabbed my arm. Jack and Craig slipped out quietly, and Jimmy and Rico paused in their play to watch as the three guys administered themselves and Derrick did me. There were several coughs and as I held my arm over my head, Derrick whispered "good luck" and headed out. I was pulled over to the bed and my ride began. On my knees in front of them as the sat all on one side, I sucked on each of those huge cocks - I could deep throat Alex, and Pierre barely, but I could not get Alastair all the way no matter what. I got to rim Alex for a bit and then they pulled me up on the bed and onto all fours. The maximum impact was sprayed on a cloth and I took a huge suck on that blessed cloth. Alastair and Pierre knelt in front of me while my mouth went back and forth between two dicks and two sets of balls. Alex climbed up behind me and I was astonished to feel his tongue give me a rimjob! Then the cloth was shoved under my nose and Alex started to sink his missile into my hole. Thank goodness for all of the chemical assistance, as I was able to take him in with far less trouble than normal. There was a bit of pain at first, and an uncomfortable feeling that lasted even longer but I wasn't in agony or anything. Rico, fascinated by all this came over with the bong, and held it for me to take some huge hits and blow them out on the two cocks I was sucking. After that, I settled into pure pleasure from Alex's fucking. Pierre's foray into my hole was a bit more difficult and he was far from the best top I'd ever had, but I was one of the first male holes he'd ever fucked supposedly, though he had received many blowjobs from guys over the years. Eventually it was Alastair's turn. I booty bumped before he began, along with many more hits on the pipe and more Maximum Impact. And amazingly, it was astonishingly good. He was narrower than Pierre, which helped a lot, and he also seemed to know his way around a man's hole. We continued to fuck and suck for hours, with Alex sitting his gorgeous ass on my face a couple of times when I was getting fucked on my back, and even giving me a little sucking action on MY cock every now and then. His buds did raise their eyebrows a bit when he did that. I also gave Pierre his first rimjob ever, though I could not convince Alastair to allow me to do the same thing. Jack and Craig eventually returned and things broke up. I wound up driving Alex back to his place in Spanish Harlem, and going inside with him. We smoked some more bowls and his cousin arrived during and got high with us - this teenager from North Carolina got quite an education that night, as I wound up sucking and rimming him, getting fucked by him, and briefly allowing the two of them to DP me. Unfortunately, that pushed things a bit too far for my overworked hole and I had to call it quits and head home. My butt was pretty wrecked for about two weeks. I certainly wouldn't have sought this situation out, and I'm not sure I'd ever want to repeat, but I'm glad I experienced something like that at least ONCE in my life. I have actually hooked up with Alex a few more times, and I'm close to convincing him to let me fuck him!

Part 1; I met my boyfriend on a dating app. I was on it because that is what I wanted to find. He was of a short lean build, and 17 years my senior. My preference physically is that of someone who is a serious weightlifter. But in the game of finding love, concessions do have to be made. I was 21, and I was an anal sex virgin. Yes, I had sucked plenty of Dick, been rimmed, fingered, and kissed, but, that was it. I was saving my virginity for someone who would convert me. Yes, for a few years now I had been craving to become poz, and during that time I had read many forums, and know I was not alone in my quest. However, I didn't want it to be with some random. I wanted it to be from someone I know, and would have in my life in whatever capacity, boyfriend, friend, fuck buddy, whoever. I craved to have whoever would do the deed be part of my physical life, not just course through my veins. We had our first date in an old fashioned way, in a restaurant, and we really got on. We spoke about literally everything except sex. I knew he was a top, and vice versa. We had two dates like this, and we took our third one to his place. Still dining, but much more intimately. During our meal which he lovingly prepared and cooked (and it was delicious), he suddenly switched the conversation to a topic we had not remotely covered; - Do you use condoms when getting fucked? - Well, the thing is, er ... - Yes? - I'm a virgin! - Seriously? - Yes. I've been saving myself. I have done lots of other stuff, just never had a Dick in my Ass. He cleared his throat ... - OK. So of course you will be HIV negative. I hope this doesn't change anything between us, but, I am HIV+, and I do much prefer to fuck BARE! I liked where this was going, especially as we were heavily heading towards the direction of becoming romantically involved. - Are you on medication then? - Er, well, the thing is, I know I became positive 3 years ago, and was diagnosed 2 years ago.I do have a VL that hovers around between 90k to 155k. But have a healthy CD4 count, and feel fine, so, I haven't started medication yet. FUCK, this was Music to my ears. I couldn't respond verbally, as I got lost in his beautiful eyes. He had me. Or did he? - How comes you are smiling? You seem to be more than happy to hear what I have just told you!? - OK, the thing is this. I have been saving myself as I am a bug chaser, and I want whomever converts me to have a permanent position in my life. - I see. Well, as you know we really like each other, however, we need to discuss this properly. We chatted a bit more about it, then organically we spoke about other things too, which we of course found very easy with one another. I stayed over, and we had some FUN which culminated in him shooting his wonderful toxic seed down my throat. We went to bed, where we spooned, which felt magical with a guy I really really liked.

I walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a beautiful young stud standing in line to order. He looked to be 5'9" about 175 - 180 lbs, dirty blond hair, well tanned wearing a t-shirt with the sides cut out and short soccer shorts. West HS soccer was plastered on his shirt and he had a great funk/smell. I figured he had been at practice. The cashier started taking his order and obviously knew him. I learned he was a senior and had just turned 18. He paid then moved to the beverage fountain. I ordered my food and then went to get my drink. I looked up and our eyes meet. I looked at his crotch and then back up at his eyes. He had a nevus grin and looked away. I assumed it was a lost cause but after getting my drink I spoke to him saying he must be really hungry after practice. He smiled and said yes and it had been a hard practice. He seemed to be more comfortable after a few minutes of conversation. They called his number and he left with his food to go. I got my food and went and sat down thinking damn it would have been nice to see him naked or at least shirtless. I'm 50 years old and have been in the closet all my life and just recently started to come "out" of my shell. I have sucked a few dicks but that's it. I would have loved to suck him off. As I am dreaming I look up and he is standing in front of me. He asked if he could sit down and I said of course (must have been 8 empty tables around). He sits down and says his car wont start and he was going to need a jump start. I said after we eat I could help. We talked about his car and he said he guessed he need to take better care of it. I smiled and said you need to take care of more than your car and he laughed a nevus laugh. As we walked out I made it a point to bump into him. We went to his car and I said it was probably more than the battery after he told me he had jumped it a couple times. So I said we could try or I could have it towed and have my mechanic fix it for him. He said I cant afford that I don't have the money. I smiled and told him it was no problem and pointed to my Ferrari 458. I hear a slow damn under his breath and before he can say anything else I called AAA told them wear to take the car and tossed him the keys and said lets go I'll take you home. He was like really I can drive it. We get in and I showed him all the features. Then I say so you know the way home you can head that way or you can turn left and we can go to my place. Maybe take car of you if you like, you know hot tub or pool. The ball was in his court. I held my breath and low and behold he turned left. We talked about the 458 on the way to my house but once we arrived I asked if you wanted to sit in the tub and offered a drink. He said I didn't bring my bag so I have nothing to change into. I smiled and said just wear your underwear and then free ball in your shorts afterwords. He then told me he was already free balling, as we approached the tub he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside and ask if he could use the restroom ass he needed to piss. I decided to go for the gold and said no he couldn't use the toilet but I would be happy to take care of him. I got a look of shock and he said what. I dropped to my knees and pulled off my shirt and opened my mouth. He asked if I was serious and I said hell yes. He shyly walked up and pulled out his cock and a few minutes later he let loose a beautiful stream off piss. I drank as much as I could and he made sure to spray my face and chest as well. As he was finishing I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth to get the last few drops. He tried to pull away but I grabbed his hips and held him in place while I started sucking him. It didn't take long and I was rewarded with a huge thick load of great tasting cum. After I cleaned him up I looked up and asked if his girlfriend would have done that. He said shit no, she wont even touch it, she wants us to wait. I asked if he like it and he said hell yes so I moved him to the deck chair and started sucking again. I sucked him for about 10 to 15 minutes, listening to him moan. About half way through he put his hands on my head and pulled me deeper. Then a few minutes later I hear fuck! fuck! fuck! take my load bitch as he shot his load in my mouth for the second time. After I had cleaned him up I asked if he wanted to get in the tub to relax or did he want me to take him home. He then told me he had texted his mom while I was sucking him and told her his car broke down and he was staying with a friend. Then he said he would rather I just suck him some more. I asked if he would rather take a old mans virginity because if he was game my ass was his. He just looked at me for a minute and said if my ass was as good as my mouth he was in. This was my first time doing this so please be kind. For the record the part in the fast food joint happened except for him coming back in. He was one hot piece of ass. If you like it I will continue sharing my dreams :)

Me: Master, how long will you make me wait before turning me into a vampire with drug resistant HIV. You know I want this. Please. I will get down on my hands and knees, degrade myself if necessary. Cumvampire1800: I know that, and how much you want to bleed for me! Me: i think about it all the time cumvampire1800: My fangs cutting the soft and hard flesh the blood spurting into me as i feast on your lifes blood! While my toxic serum pours into your body, giving you life yet. Me: exactly. yes cumvampire1800: And to suck you to the point of ejaculation and then go further! To wait until I feel your innocent seed in my mouth, before giving you mine. Me: that is like a furance erupting in me cumvampire1800: More like the light being slowly drained out! Yet you will feel the serum entering your body, going through the cock, to your balls, pouring into your body. Pozzed instantly. Me: u won't go too far I mean sucking the life out of me. I find it amazingly incendiary to think of being pozzed instantly while you drink my cum and then my blood. cumvampire1800: No I won't leave you lifeless, but there will be times i bet you will have concerns! Then I will have to show you the difference between passing on your seed and feasting on some poor stud's blood until he is lifeless. Straight men make the best ones for use to feed on. I will show you all. You know you will grow no older than you are now. Perhaps even become younger if you get enough blood from virgins. Me: ok. I love breeding college boys. High school if they are of age. cumvampire1800: You must be prepared: when i feed most men become queezy and are ill prepared for the reality of what is happening! Me: i thi\nk u may have mentioned that. Me: scary they can be brave and oft fearless, however things change dramatically when its their own blood and its ebbing from them and more importantly from such a crucial part of their bodies! Especially when they do not realize what they are getting in return. They won't die. And their seed will go on to infect others. Me: that is quite vivid. How soon can you be here, sir. Cumvampire1800 You have to summon me. I will send you instructions on how to do this. If you do it right, I will appear before you at once. Me: is there lovemaking, well...sex, before the...act? Cumvampire: if that is your wish. I am very good at making love. You will feel my fangs as I move over you. You will be so drugged by my spittle that you will not resist nor fear. At least not until the orgasm is occuring. Me: Are you saying I am chosen to receive this. To carry on. With you. Cumvampire: Yes. To a degree. After I bring you into the fold, I will show you the difference between feeding and passing on the seed. Me: Is it true I will be able to have any man I want? Cumvampire: (laughs a long time) Why don't you wait until this happens to find out. Surely you do not want to know all now. By the way, I have sent you the sheet of instructions. Now I must go. I believe I shall see you sooner than you realize. Me: Sooner the better.

Super horny and the "date" I had lined up fell through, so I went online and found a guy taking loads in his hotel room. Messaged him and told him I was looking for anon ass an hoped it was sloppy. He told me to come over and yes it was. Got to his room, door was unlocked, lights were out, and his beautiful white ass was in the air and ready. I teased his hole for a minute and asked him how many loads he had so far today. He said four. I stuck my finger in and it was definitely well lube with cum. I was rock hard by then and slowly pushed my way inside him. His hole was tight and slick and he obviously loved having hard cock inside him. Gave him a long slow fuck and if felt amazing shooting my load inside him. I kept going as long as I could after, getting really turned on thinking about my cum mixing with those four other guys inside his hot ass. Once I felt myself getting limp I pulled out and left. I think 5 is my favorite number now.

I agree with everything in the first paragraph. Perhaps its just how I'm wired, but I like a man who's spent time fucking my ass who's about to cum to fuck it into my ass. If a guy enjoys fucking me and doesn't cum that's fine with me too. I love the fuck. It's just that if he is going to cum then being denied his seed in my ass denies me the bond that barebacking and breeding creates.

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No fiction from me! I leave early for the city this morning. Wanting to shoot some video and hopefully get an anonymous load or two. The day didn’t disappoint! after doing my video I get a message on Grindr, a guy wants to hook up. I head over to the address and I walk in the long driveway to his door wearing my black tight mini, frilly socks and black stiletto heels. He leads me to a room with a mattress on the floor and starts to undress revealing a nice cut 8” cock. I immediately drop to my knees and start sucking and kissing it and putting both my hands around it. I love a big fat cock in my mouth. After a few he has me get on the mattress face down with my ass up high for him. He stands over my hole and plunges deep into me. All the way to his balls. He thrusting deep and pulling out repeatedly until he dumps his load into my gaping ass with a final thrust. He says how good my ass is as I pull down my skirt and hobble out the front door. With that load soaking I get another hookup offfer on Grindr. I head to the Airbnb where this guy is staying. As I walk up to the house door some high school kids cat call me as well as throw slurs. I loved it. Once inside and in the room he pulls out his dick and I start sucking him. He tells me that he’s nervous and kinda looses his erection. I tell him I’ll fix that. I get on the edge of the bed facing away from him and reach back with both hands and open my ass wide. In about 15 seconds I feel a hard shaft enter my ass. I’m waiting on him to start fucking me but all I hear is an apology and feel him push deep in me as he looses his nut in record time. So I’ve got two anonymity loads mixing inside my slutty ass and yet another Grindr opportunity knocks. A BBC wants to fuck me too!!! Off I go to hookup! once inside this BBCs house and in his room he lies on his bed and I start sucking his cock. He’s telling me what a good sissy I am and I’m getting into working his shaft over. Once he’s ready he has be get on my knees facing away from him. My face down and my ass high in the air. He wastes no time and he’s fucking me bareback with anger! Hitting my ass hard from behind and spanking my ass cheeks. It gets very verbal as I beg him for his babies and he’s calling me ever dirty name associated with sluts like me. He gives me a good fuck and as I’m begging and bleeding for his seed he gives it to me deep up my ass! All three loads are still mixing up inside my slutty ass as I typed this they will be there until tomorrow morning

I have to say my number one favourite is to have some one piss in my ass then i piss in theirs and alternate between fucking them and rimming them as we both leak piss and then for the guy to let go in mymoth after i have cum in them

I have a different understanding of Latin America. There were more Black slaves in Brazil than in the USA. The first ones built the docks where the rest of them stepped off the boats. The docks are STILL THERE I guess they built them pretty damn good. The Government has tried to bring the people together with cheesy ad campaigns but the fact remains that in major cities, wealth is directly proportional to lightness. But there are thriving Black communities in rural areas (where the best music on the planet is made). In Cuba’s Carnival, some of the costumes are of Blacks with exaggerated lips, tits and asses but nobody seems to get offended, most of the White costumes are just as hilarious. In Mexico, they freed the slaves in 1830, which was the cause of Texas becoming an independent country (despite John Wayne’s line in The Alamo about “people wanting to be free” LOLOLOL). There was never a stigma against mixed marriages. It is said in Mexico that “everyone has a Black grandmother”. All of the USA west of the Mississippi was deeded to Spain in 1763 and they built cities without massacring Native Americans. In fact they married them. The Dollar Sign is the abbreviation for “Peso”, which was legal currency until 1857. Spanish Florida was once a refuge for runaway slaves, who were living peacefully among the Indians under Spanish rule as “Black Seminoles”. Andrew “Stonewall” Jackson made his career and got on the $20 bill by going down there and killing them. OF COURSE there are differences between races. Latino is not a race, but most are Mezisto, a mixture of Spanish and Amerindian. Prejudice is both wrong and stupid, but so is modifying society to artificially create equality of results no matter their aptitude. That is like forcing Gays to be Straight. I demand a place on the Harlem Globetrotters because I’m White and they should reflect US demographics, never mind that I can’t catch a ball. Sounds stupid, donnit? We need to make sure there is equality of OPPORTUNITY and let the chips fall where they fall.

Today i was crazy horny and all over Grindr and Adam but of course came up with the same old BS. Luckily a FWB i suck off like once a week text me. He is like 40 years old, handsome, fit (runner), white (European), and has a nice 7 inch pretty thick uncut cock. I have been seeing him regularly for a few months and pretty much have just sucked him off though he has fucked me raw a couple times in the past they were quick sessions where he only was inside for a few strokes. Today his text said he wants to fuck me for real this time. I was nervous but hot for it. Though i love to get fucked raw i dont do it often and i dont really take loads very often. After showing up and his place he walked me over by his garage (he likes to play outside) and i started to suck him. He was rock hard instantly. As i worked his cock and balls he reached down and started to play with my ass. He told me to stand and lean on the wall. He pulled my gym shorts down revealing my jockstrapped ass and he moaned in approval. I gave him the bottle of lube i brought with me and he pushed his cock against my hole and rubbed it between my cheeks. I was super nervous and uptight and couldn’t get out of my head. My hole was not loosening up. I said lets go inside so i could sit on it. We no sooner made it through the door and he pulled my shorts down again and laid on the floor cock at full attention. I lowered myself onto his cock and rode him after i opened up a bit. He stopped me a few times because he was close to cumming. Then he said i want to breed you from behind. I knelt on the couch and he stood behind me. Pushed his cock in and started fucking me like aggressively. It hurt as i still hadn’t opened up completely but i took it. After a few minutes he said “i am going to cum inside you” and he buried his cock deep inside me and filled me with his cum. I love when he cums because he shoots huge loads and his cock pulses and throbs. It felt amazing as he bred my tight hole.

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O.M.G. ! Extremely HOT ! I used to work at a main series of stores cleaning out the bath rooms . I guess it started by sniffing the bath rooms - cleaning out the garbage / waste can - seeing what types of people been in there - really cleaned them good - smelling clean afterwords . Sometimes seeing used condoms or used bloody tampons . Anyway , I started smelling my worn underwear - guys butt holes and more - with groups - always gave me erections !

Author's correction: Last line should be, Taking the devil's dick from Blackie, Alex removed it from the condom and slowly inserted into Blackie's ass. "Damn, that's cold!" Blackie sighed. "You should adjust the cameras while it melts! Make sure they show both of our faces and my ass! To paraphrase the Wicked Witch of the West, 'I'm melting...melting!' Alex, get your hand in me now!" Beneath his dazzling smile, there was a look of hunger and desire on Blackie's face. With the huge amount of cum in there, Alex's index finger gained easy entry into Blackie's hole. "So much better than frozen Crisco or J Lube!" Alex exclaimed. Next, he inserted his forefinger, working the 2 around, causing Blackie to moan as his buttmuscles responded. His ring finger went in next, then his pinky, with only slight resistance. Finally, he squeezed his thumb in and once he got past the bottom knuckle, he was able to make a fist. The look on Blackie's face was one of sheer bliss as he practically purred. "How does that feel?" "Fuckin' amazing!" Blackie declared. "Alex, your hands are just as talented as your mouth, lips and tongue! Some guys like to get punch fucked, but to me, fisting is an intimate thing, so take your time and go deeper! I'll let you know when I have enough of you in me!"

Part 6 I had been working in the other room for some time when I heard the craziest noises from the master bedroom. There were moans and a deep wet sucking type of sound and had to ask if everything was alright while I walked back to see. My cumslut spoke out everything was fine just as I got a glimpse of him reaming his hole with a massive dildo. I could see my poz cum load frothing up all around his wrecked hole. I got instantly hard and could feel a huge upswelling of poz cum forming deep in my balls. I did not want to touch myself because I would have blasted it all right then but knew where it belonged. I have no idea what this dude's situation is but I was determined he would be my poz baby carrier before I was done finishing this install job. He seemed to lose interest or maybe he accomplished what he wanted since he slowed down and pulled that huge fake cock out of his ass it was slicked with cum and blood and set it down. He seemed to savor the moment and I decided I was going to elevate it all. I quickly entered the room without so much as a notice and grabbed him by his ankles, forced him onto his back, lifted his legs and slid my throbbing poz cock deep in him in one go. He never so much as got a chance to process what was going on before I was already thrusting in him like mad. "Yeah you fucking dumb neg bitch! You want me to own you and knock you up!" I said as I laid massive deep hard strokes into him. Making sure I kept him loose and stretched. He moaned out that he really wanted to be taken care of, treated like a bitch, would take care of our poz offspring, he would do anything to have me keep him full of my poz load. With that my mind went to the perviest thing I could think to do, to see just how far he really wanted to take this. I pulled out of him suddenly with a huge slurp sound seeing a huge whipped up load on my cock and his gaped hole. He whimpered and I told him to shut up and listen. He complied. I told him what we were going to do and if he so much as hesitated at any point I was quitting the job right then and ensure he never gets a load from me again. Part 7 later

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Went to the bookstore tonight after going to a club with a friend and announced in the hallway as i was looking at the gay vids being offered that i really needed a cock in my ass. Four guys followed me back to a room where i stripped naked and they all loaded my ass. After that my friend rammed his cock into me hard and called me a fucking whore ... he had no clue that i barebacked prior to this but had no problem unloading in my ass after he watched the 4 sleazy guys breed me.

After some ATM from my Top, I enjoy having the Top eat my ass and share the creampie with me.

I, honestly, like most cocks. I've taken very small to very big and all in between. It's cliche, but if the guy knows what he's doing, he can make me very happy with a variety of sizes. While playing with toys, I enjoy both depth with snakes or girth with plugs - depends on my mood, sometimes both! <oink>

Raw for me, we were both so into the moment we didn’t even mention condoms and we ended up breeding each other

Antonio Biaggi, Cutler-X, Peto Coast, Brad McGuire, Ethan Wolfe are my main favourites. Would love to bottom for any of them.

Yes they change as an insatiable bottom I found my hole has changed in many ways

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PART I: SURRENDERING MY SOUL TO A STRANGER I used to trust in God. I followed him, worshipped him, believed he could save me from damnation. But even on my best behavior—even when I was the star of Sunday School—I harbored a deep fascination with anything that flourished in God’s absence. I told myself that I wanted to live in the light of Christian convictions, but spent hours daydreaming about the heat and depravity and chaos of a place like Hell, where God’s light could never be seen again. Somehow, despite everything I’d ever been taught, the idea of Hell—that is, a place of endless darkness characterized by weeping and gnashing of teeth—just didn’t seem like such a bad gig. Think of all those deep shadows, and all the twisted fun you could have under the heavy blanket of neverending night! I finally got a chance to explore the darkest of my daydreams during the summer between high school and college. Just a few months after my 18th birthday, I took a road trip through Southern California, telling my parents that I wanted to see Disneyland and Sea World. My actual plan, however, was to spend a week exploring Palm Springs. I’d read stories about all the twisted goings-on at those clothing-optional resorts, and I needed to see some of it for myself. I still hadn’t told anyone I was gay, I was a virgin, and I was terrified of all the things I didn’t know about gay sex. I had no plans to go hog-wild, but simply wanted to be a quiet observer—maybe even get a first-hand look at the grunting wild-animal communion of male bodies going bump-bump-bump in the night. I’d done enough research to know that the gay resorts in Palm Springs were mostly concentrated along Warm Sands Drive, so that’s where I went first. I parked my car a few blocks away—cautious and discreet as ever—and nervously approached the main cluster of sex clubs. As I made my way along the sidewalk, I heard footsteps just a few feet behind me. Turning around, I found myself in the presence of an unusually tall, powerfully built man—he was just shy of seven feet, and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. And just to be clear: I’m no slouch in the musculature department. I played football and wrestled in high school, and I have a nicely proportioned jockboy frame. Think of me as that dark-haired white boy-next-door, standing six feet tall and weighing 185 pounds, with a well-developed chest, tight abs, and a clearly defined trail of fur leading down past my navel to my uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. But this guy? He was next-level. And even in the darkness, the way he looked at me was flat-out mesmerizing: his eyes glinted in the evening heat, as if his stare could bore right through my skin. “Hey there,” he said as he approached, flashing a slightly fiendish grin. “What’s a cute boy like you doing in this part of town?” “Oh, just checking out the sights,” I said lamely. He was now standing right next to me, or actually towering over me, and I could feel an intense warmth vibrating from his body. He maintained that unearthly stare, and we just stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he took my hand, gently guiding it to his crotch, and used my fingers to trace the full outline of a rock-hard cock that appeared to extend halfway down his thigh. I looked into his eyes again. He was smiling down at me, quietly nodding as I explored the massive girth of his dick. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I have a place not far from here,” he said, the depth and richness of his voice causing my little virgin hole to twitch. “Do you want to follow me there?” I replied with an eager nod. “Good—then open your mouth, boy.” I opened wide, and he spit in my mouth before sinking into a passionate kiss. “I hope you like that spit.” I smiled and nodded, which frankly surprised me—I wouldn’t have imagined that spit could’ve turn me on, but it did. And somehow, just then, my head started tingling and my nipples started quivering and my hole started pulsing with hunger. He leaned down to spit in my mouth again. That caused my head to tingle even more, and I could feel my heart racing like I’d just binged on a gallon of coffee. He cupped my face in his hands, looked intently into my eyes, then nodded with clear satisfaction. “Oh, I can see it in your eyes now. You’re definitely mine,” he said matter-of-factly—and I felt no need to contradict him. Just then, he quietly thrust his fingers down the front of his pants. I glanced down to see the outline of his hand exploring his giant cock-bulge for a moment or two, at last re-emerging to show me his fingers covered and dripping with an impressive layer of thick, white cum. “I leak,” he explained. “I leak constantly. A fucking geyser of precum, all day. Now open your mouth again.” I complied without hesitation, my eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his jizz-covered fingers into my mouth. Moments later, my head experienced a fresh rush of that tingling sensation, even stronger than before. I found myself involuntarily arching my back to expose more of my fuckhole to anyone who might be passing by. And the simple sensation of my T-shirt rubbing against my suddenly ultra-wired nipples made my entire body shiver with the anticipation of sexual discovery—and the promise of sexual corruption. “Call me Abraxas,” he said. “And you are?” “Michael,” I replied. “Ah yes—the archangel,” he said with a vicious smirk. “By the end of the night, I might need to give you a new name.” “Please, sir: do whatever you want.” “You mean that, boy?” His stare had taken on a new intensity, and I found myself feeling weightless, like tumbling in space, all of my energy and attention somehow absorbed by that sharp glint shining from the depths of his eyes. “Yes I do,” I replied without missing a beat, as if that were the only possible answer. “I want you to repeat after me,” he said. “Are you ready?” I gave him a nod, and his voice lowered and flattened as if emerging from the deeper recesses of his massive frame. “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me. And never let me go.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me.” Here I paused as he leaned down to kiss me—but this time, as my tongue explored his mouth, I felt an unusual sharpness along the ridges of his teeth. He withdrew from the kiss, then gently repeated: “And what else, my boy?” “And never let me go. Please, please: never let me go.” He smiled with the slyness of a quiet conqueror. And just then—though I told myself, again and again, that it must have been a trick of the evening light—his eyes took on a subtle red glow, shining like embers, as he placed his arm firmly around my shoulder and showed me the way to his dark sanctuary.

4. Duncan There's no reason to be coy about this or draw it out further. Either the late seventies seeped into the present, or the other way around. Just so we're clear before the WTF confusion sets in. Time is a door. It’s always locked with no way to get from one room to another. You age through without noticing, and you travel in one direction only. But that’s not the propensity of this house. Doors connect to other random rooms, designed by whim. Passageway to staircases to doors you thought were elsewhere. Here, there are passageways that lead back to different eras; here, there are stairs that lead to a wall, sometimes lead, akin to a relationship, nowhere, to a dead end and a waste of precious time; here, there are hallways that lead to different mores, different beliefs, different outcomes, different proclivities, some as amoral and far afield as The Inquisition or the cell of de Sade. One link to The Inquisition timeline lies in this house upstairs, preserved in the antiquity of a St. Andrew’s cross, within what Elijah calls The Tower. Echoes of victims are burnished within the aged wood, burned bones, fractured bodies. Their cries are not limited to only one time, but reverberate throughout time in the nails of the cross. This house breaths life into such a relic and takes life from it. The Tower is part of the original structure built a floor above the kitchen. A spiral staircase behind the kitchen leads to up it. Besides the stellar view of the city, it houses a small stage complete with spot light and a sling, the aforementioned St. Andrew’s cross, a fireplace ablaze, causing the current occupants to loosen their dinner garb one button at a time, a padded fuck bench, and four overstuffed wingback chairs, three of which are occupied at the moment. A fourth, a slave, sits next to one of them. Time is a locked door. And while it holds that no one gets to pass from one time to another, there’s always a keyhole that leaks light through it from time to time. Depending on your perspective you can look through it forward to back, or back to front. It only depends upon which side you’re on and how open you are to seeing the other side. Three men sit in comfortable wingback chairs, all have backgrounds in performance of some kind or other. Two ex-Jesuits come from the church. Elijah, Master Eli, who you’ve already met, is upstairs rousting Tucker; Samuel you don’t know yet, but is the nastier of the two ex-monks, and is petting, at his feet, his slave's wavy red hair; the lawyer and San Francisco councilman, Terry Brenner, comes from the court; and a young-ish actor-director, Alan Riggs, comes from the stage and from back east. Samuel, as Eli knows, has brought along a young slave and protege, Duncan, who’s been instructed to remain on the floor this evening—collared, body shaved except for bushy red pubes left intact, exposed to the room in his chaps. Wearing his leather harness, you can admire his young, developing muscles. Certainly the councilman does. Riggs, on the other hand, focuses and the ginger pubes. Samuel’s been intrigued why only his young protégé has been invited. Elijah, during dinner, said he had, through pure serendipity, found another young man this evening, naked, erect (having gotten into the chem piss), going through his things when he got home. He left him upstairs “stewing” with an eel to keep him company through dinner, and thought it would be interesting to bring him and Duncan together as after dinner entertainment. "It kills the eel, you know. You remember, don't you Duncan?" Samuel says. The slave is not allowed to speak, but nods with a slight shiver. "Poor eel," says Brenner excitedly. "I must try and get some." "Duncan, you've taken an eel?" asks Riggs, gazing at the luscious lad. Duncan nods and looks back at the floor. "And I thought that was just urban legend." "It was an excellent bridge to his first fist. He could take anything afterward," the defrocked priest says, "couldn't you boy?" The boy looks up, agrees, then looks back at the floor. "Look who I found," announces Eli, coming back in the room with Tucker. Tucker's naked, wearing just a collared and a dazed look. Duncan looks up at Tucker and immediately, like a starving dog, starts to get hard. "He's lovely. What's its name?" Brenner ask Eli. "You know, I never got around to that. What is your name, boy?" "Tucker," the boy says glancing around the room at the men and the red haired boy growing a noticeably large erection. His own is now on the rise, too, looking at the attractive red head. Eli points a finger next to his chair and Tucker instinctively kneels down next to it. Eli sets a quarter filled bottle of chilled yellow liquid on the coffee table between all the chairs. From the side table he brings over four liqueur glasses, setting one in front of each of the men. Duncan perks up beside Samuel. "Down boy," scolds Samuel. "You know only from the tap or if I piss in you. Tonight's special, though, isn't it brother Elijah." Eli smiles and takes two large syringes from the side table. Duncan sees them with wide frightened eyes, but Tucker can't focus on them. He's still looking around the room to take in the new men, and trying to figure out why he feels so empty. "Master? It's really dead?" Tears are welling in Tucker's eyes. "We all die, boy." Eli is wiping a tear off his face. "We can only hope we die as happy and warm someday." Eli is pouring the chem piss in the four glasses. "He's been shitting the eel for at least the last hour. Poor thing," he explains. Eli lifts up his glass. "To the eel. Heil!" "Heil," shout the other men, and down their glasses. "Brother, will you do the honors?" Eli asks. "Mine needs his booster and it looks like yours is a bit skittish tonight." Eli goes to the fireplace and tends to the fire. "He'll be fine in a minute or two. Duncan, heel!" Duncan lays out his muscular forearm and pumps his fist to push out his veins. Samuel scans them over, picks one that isn't as bruised as the others, and pops the needle in at an angle. He rotates the syringe till he gets a good draw of blood and gushes the content into the boy's arm. Duncan's on his haunches, and staggers a bit as the drug hits him hard. He's trying to focus on Riggs directly across from him. Riggs is licking his lips as the boy grabs hold of Samuel for balance. He can't help himself and begins chanting, "fuck, fuck, fuck." "Oh, yes you will be fucked alright," Samuel assures him. "Now sit. Tucker, come over here to me. Let's try something fun." Tucker starts to stand, but Eli yanks his chain, pulling him by the collar back to the floor. "Always on all four, boy, unless I tell you otherwise." The boy crawls on all fours to Samuel. While Riggs and Brenner watch Samuel prepping Tucker, Riggs continues a conversation they were having at supper. "The artistic director of the company is retiring in September?" "Definitely," assures Brenner. "It'll be announced at our next board meeting. I chair so I can certainly guide the nomination your way. The company's on the elderly side so I'd say you're going to need some new blood." They both spy Duncan, who Samuel informed them at dinner was a broke, out of work actor. The two men see he's now on the lust side of the drug looking around the room licking his lips and growing his manhood to monumental proportions. "I'd say, Samuel has enough of a corral he could spare one or two." Samuel hears his name and looks up from Tucker's cock in his hand, smiles a "perhaps" at the men, and sticks the needle in the large vein on Tucker's shaft. Tucker is puzzled at the syringe stuck in his dick, then feels it. "Oh, shit," are the last words out of Tucker's lips before he falls backward hitting his head on Eli leg. "How much was that," Riggs asks. Eli rights the boy's head. "Six or six-five. He had half a gram before you came." "Phew!" says Riggs. "I'd be a fried mess if I had that much back to back." "Well, I think that's what he is," says Brenner. He's right, too. Tucker is bright red, mouthing words without speaking, eyes shaking back and forth. "Holy fuck!" Samuel slaps his knees and cheers loudly, "Just another regular American boy! Let's get you up and ready, you hot fucking piece of boy meat. Grab that arm, brother." Between Samuel and Eli they grab Tucker under each of their arms. Even though Samuel has been losing weight at alarming rate this past year, both the men are tall, and easily drag the boy over to the sling. Tucker's toenails scratch across the rug, then over the mosaic tiles, then up the wooden platform. He's flying through the air, sees his legs miles out from his body, feeling the best he's ever felt in his life, two men putting his feet into leather straps, a small pillow being adjusted under his head. He can't keep up with the dopamine flowing through him. Everything is perfect. Lights are adjusting so there's a dim glow outlining his body. A fire illuminates some men in the room. He's hot as hell and his loins burn for someone to touch him. He sees a tall dark hair man between his legs who looks familiar. The man is stripping off his black shirt. He looks super-human, less man than a figure built from rocks. Tucker feels his hole fully agape and invites the man to enter him. A phallus larger than he's ever seen pierces his hole all the way to the man's black patch of hair in one fell swoop. A hand turns his head sideways, encouraging him to suck on a half-erect cock. There's lots of foreskin on it to push back, and an overwhelming taste of rotten cheese, but he's boiling in lust and wants to be used by these anonymous men, so eats the smegma and licks the knob till it's clean. The one he's sucking off shouts, "Duncan, get your ass on the bench. Let 'em fuck you, then you can help me play with this one." Tucker looks off in the flickering darkness and sees a boy positioning himself on a bench, with two dark figures entering him on either end. The foreskinned man brings Tucker's head back around to continue sucking him. The two men over him take turns pinching his tits. He reaches up the foreskinned man's chest and tweaks his nipples. They're gigantic, nipples as big as baby bottles. The man brings down his nipple for Tucker to nurse. They're foul tasting, sulfur mixed with feces, but he's hungering for it. The nipple almost fills his mouth. When he's scraped the taste off it, the man offers his other one, all while his ass is pounded relentlessly. He spies the foreskin man reach over to the man fucking him. He feels a finger, then two slip in his ass in addition to the pounding cock. The black figure between his legs lets out a roar, then slams his ass hard, and hard again. He pauses, head bent. Tucker feels a pulse cock enlarge, contract, enlarge, before he feels a mammoth cock slip out of him. Again he has that empty abandoned feeling. I trickle of sludge slides out his ass. It's warm and foul, extremely pungent and the man he was moments ago sucking is now at his ass, eating him. He feels an unnaturally long tongue sliding inside of him. The dark haired man is now next to him shoving his filthy cock in his mouth. It reeks of shit and salty cum and grease. He gags but the member is pushing against his face so the dark bush that absorbed much of the butt slime is now covering his nostrils. He's breathing through the black bush but as much as he feels suffocated, he's also desiring and completely enjoying it, feeling how helpless he is to giving into and being used by these pigs making him one of them. The slime of a tongue is replaced by firm fingers, three is what he counts, sliding into his hole. A slippery fourth is added. Something is broken under his nose and the vapor he inhales sends him deeper into denigration. Piss spurts from the cock buried in his mouth. He's not drinking because it's so deep in his throat, it's pouring directly into his stomach. The man encourages him to let go and be a sewer for him. Another cap is broken and a whole hand is beckoning at his hole, trying to enter him, whole. Butts weren't make to take in hands, he thinks, but he's surrendering to the seductive thought of it. He's never considered it, but since it's being offered he's thinking how much he'd like to give into it. It's crowning, at its largest stretch and straining the muscle, how hard it hurts, how much he wants it. Then it breaks through and he's repeating a mantra of the fisted: oh fuck, oh fuck. Every nerve ending inside is calling out in overwhelming pleasure. He can visualize how his asshole is clamping down on the hand, pushing it deeper inside. He doesn't know when it will stop sliding up his ass. He doesn't know if he wants it to. He can't believe how good he feels, how unnatural it is that he's sensing the world from the inside. He didn't know this was possible. "Yes," he says to the man who's inside him. "That's so good," he says looking up into the face. It's white, the face, black eyes, sunken cheeks, mucous running out his nostrils. "More," he intones up to the man. The man sneers and obliges. He feels the large hand bend into a fist, nails scrape against his rectal walls. The man purposefully twists his knuckle against his prostrate sending waves of intense pleasure, too much pleasure, it's hard for him to stay in his body. The hand unfolds and journeys deeper into him. The hand is stuck on a blocked passage. He is in the passage. He is the cause of the blockage. It is him, he has to tell himself. It is his body that is willfully being used. He is as much participant as spectator. He feels first one finger drilling against the internal barrier, then two fingers circling, applying pressure. With the third finger penetrated, forming a small triangle in his colon, it's able to pry apart the second sphincter and open the passage for the rest of the hand. It feels like his body is being raped, forced open and he's loving it. He's writhing on the man's open palm, impaling his body as much as he can in the swaying sling. He's trying to bounce on the man's hand, and the man is all in favor of it. Two men talk above him, demons in a flickering hell. "I don't want him damaged," the man by his head says. "The boy is completely swallowing my arm. I can't help how much in heat he's in." "Slow it down," the man next to him warns. "Duncan, get over here!" calls the man fisting his ass. Tucker feels the hand being withdrawn and is almost ready to cry as it leaves. A feeling of abject abandonment is taking him over. As the hand withdraws he's trying to draw it back in. He squeezes on the palm and it slides back in somewhat. "He's doing it, not me," objects the fister. "You want to get pistoned, boy?" he asks rhetorically, as he started pile driving his fist in and deeper in, though never breaking completely out. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me when I'm fisting you!" He doing it hard to keep Tucker's attention, but it's having the exact opposite effect. The harder he's being fisted, the further out of his body he is. All that remains is his voice: "Fuck me harder, harder, harder." They are trapped like Chinese finger puzzles: the harder the fist pulls out, the harder Tucker clamps down on it. "Yes, yes," Tucker begs, luxuriating on the trapped fists, unable to control how hard he's rocking on the man's fist. His colon is on fire, flaming in lust, seeing out of the darkness a beautiful young man with bright fiery hair coming toward him. With one enormous gut-wrenching punch exiting his hole, the fist flies out of him. Four men and the boy are transfixed, staring at a very open hole. "Beautiful," exclaims the man who fisted him. He bends down and licks his hole. He sees the man pulling his asslips apart, lapping at his insides, coaxing him to push harder. In the mirror above him reveals his pushed out colon that all are fingering. The dark pleasure he's feeling he wants to continue. "More," he begs the group. "Duncan. Show him more," instructs Samuel. Duncan smiles, feeling Tucker's splayed out hole. "Aye, Sir. It'll be a pleasure showin' the lad how much he can take, and then showin' him he can take a wee bit mure."

3. The Aquarium He's backlit so it's hard to make out the face but this is what he can see: his leather cap, with black shiny visor and chain that lays over it, almost scrapes the top of the door; there's a black beard, maybe with a touch of grey; the eyes are deep set and unseeable; leather jacket, black shirt, leather tie, leather pants, leather boots; a black baton that clinks against a ring on his left hand. "Not the kind of house you want to break into," says the figure. The voice is the essence of authority; calm, resonant, deliberative. The voice of a cop who pulls you over; the dread you hear in the doctor who has bad news; the judge who asks how you plead—final, unequivocal, no second chance. "Did you shit on the dining room table?" his first questions. Tucker's compelled to respond but at the last minute is taken aback by absurdity of the questions. "Wait, what?" He's incredulous, ignoring the fact he's naked and holding a box of the man's poppers. The whole situation is absurd. "I, no! I'm working on your roof, man. I'm one of the roofers." "You're naked going through my drawers is what I see. There's shit on my table. And I don’t employ roofers." He waves the nightstick, calling him out of his bedroom. “Let’s go.” "Huh? Dude, I just took a shower and my clothes are missing. That's it. Do you know where they are? I just want to get them and leave." "You think your clothes are in a drawer with my dildoes? I'm not telling you again." He beckons with the nightstick a second time. Tucker has no choice but moves toward the man who backs out of the door to let him pass. "Up the stairs," he instructs, pointing with his stick. Tucker takes a quick glance at the table. Jesus fuck, there really is a pile of shit on it. He smells it too. When he’s a foot away from the man, his fight-or-flight response kicks in and he decides to make a run for it. Naked be damn, he'll choose running naked in the street rather than stay here. He tears past the leatherman who only has to take one step in his direction, grab his ponytail, yank him back and crack the back of his knees with the baton. Tucker's crumpled on the floor. Leatherfuck pulls him up by his hair and tosses him like a doll toward a stairwell between the kitchen and the bedroom. "Up," is all man says. It's not the stairs to great room but through another archway, that, if Tucker has his bearings right, would be leading him into the side of the mountain, which seems unlikely but true. "Up," says the man. "I won't tell you again." Tucker staggers up the steps feeling the backs of his legs. Now he's truly scared. The man pokes his butthole with the nightstick. "Move," he orders. Tucker takes two steps at a time. "Dude," he's whining during his ascent, "I swear to Christ I just took a shower and someone took my clothes. Hey," Tucker says, turning around halfway up the stairs. "Whoever took my clothes probably took a shit on your table. He's probably still here. The door was unlocked, I bet, right?" "It was wide open. Move!" Tucker proceeds to climb but his feet are damp and he stumbles on the last step, falling forward. "Get up and get in that room." Tucker scrambles up holding onto the railing, sees the door the man intends for him to enter. "I bet he ran away just before you came in." Tucker turns the glass doorknob. The room is bathed in blue light undulating in waves filtered through the water of a large aquarium. It's dark except for the aquarium taking up most of the far wall. A small window is cracked open, but it’s on the mountain side of the house so no light comes in. On the other side is a single bed and nightstand. In the center of the room stands an old, ornate barber's chair. "Sit," the man says indicating the barber’s chair. "Please, sir. I apologize. I'm really, really sorry." He doesn't want to go in. The nightstick prods against his butt again. He turns around and pleads. "I just want to leave." He’s afraid he won't come out of this room if he goes in. "I work for you, man. Ask Sergei. Call him. I even asked if it was okay to use your shower and he said it was." The man's physical presence forces him to step backward into the room. Tucker scans the room, sees within the aquarium a large eel slip out of pile of rocks. "Were you in my refrigerator?" the man asks. "What? No. Yes, I drank some of your wine." The man is backing him deeper into the room. He hears the aquarium’s filter hum as he nears the chair. "My wallet's in my clothes. I'm sorry. I'll pay you. I didn’t drink a lot. It had turned, I think." He's totally creeped out by the dark grey eel. It's four feet long and tracking back and forth in the tank. Tucker looks up at the man hoping his eyes look pleading enough, but he's flashing on the cum on the shower glass, the crystal he drank out of and left unwashed, if he put the desk photos back exactly as he found them, the shit that’s not his on the table, how fucked he is in this stranger's eyes. "Sit." Tucker falls back in the chair and looks up to the man's face bathed in the aquarium’s light’s blue glow. His face is broad with wide set eyes. The brows arch menacingly. His nostril flare as anger washes over his face, then recede when his face becomes once more placid. His beard covers everything but pock marked temples and a deeply creased forehead. Between his thick brows a furrowed W forms as he scrutinizes Tucker. He has one silver earring on his left lobe. Tucker's uncomfortably sticking to the chair trying to move back away from him. The large chair’s cold, the brown cowhide’s tacky on his bare ass, and metal arms have straps, which brings him to a new level of anxiety. "You drank yellow liquid in my refrigerator?" Tucker nods apologetically. The man's burst in a roar of laughter. “Hope you liked it, fucker.” His mood’s lightened. He takes off his jacket, then his leather tie and throws them on the bed. "Your cock. I see. Strap your legs down." "What are you going to do?" His mind is racing. What choice does he have? The man's unbuttoning his shirt displaying a chest that’s incredibly ripped. His pecs are boulders. Even his nipples are enormous, unnatural, each the girth of a fingertip. "What was in the bottle?" “It’s keeping you hard for me.” The man's teeth shine blue. "Strap yourself in." "What? Why?" Tucker asks, confused. Looking down he sees straps at his ankles, thighs, waist, and chest. "Legs first," instructs the man. Defiantly Tucker shakes his head no. The man immediately strikes his nightstick down hard on the metal chair's armrest. Tucker barely gets his arm away before the rod strikes with a loud clang reverberating through the room. Tucker makes sure he's not going to swing the baton again, then folds over to take the two ends of the strap at his feet and loops one strap through the metal binding of the other. He does the same at his thighs, waist and then chest. The man sets the stick down with a clunk on a metal tray behind him. ‘Roid freak binds one of Tucker's arms down, once at the wrist and once below the elbow. He then slowly walks around in back of the barber chair and puts his hand on Tucker's bare shoulder. It's the first time he's touched by him and his large, cold digits engulf his entire shoulder, sending a shiver through him down to his erect dick. His ice cold hand runs down his bicep and the man binds his other wrist. "Chem piss. I’m guessing that’s why the dick," he says. His voice is calm, relaxed, even amused. His words are chosen and explicit. "How long have you had your Prince Albert?" he asks. There is a layer of seduction lying between his words, the phrasing, his cold breath on Tucker's shoulder. He comes around back into the blue light and places cold fingers on Tucker's erection, stroking him soothingly. "Almost three years." Tucker's not used to a man touching him. Still, his cock is rock hard. "When I turned eighteen. Sorry, man, can’t seem to lose the stiffy. Had it since the shower. Chem piss you said was in the bottle? What’s chem piss?" The man tilts his head and smiles blue teeth. Tucker is trying the read the man's face. One moment he’s amused, the next angry, and in the next lascivious. The wavering blue light makes it hard to get a fix. His size is obviously intimidating. He's gotta be one of those Gold Gym body builders. Muscles on top of muscles. Veins in the neck when he's pressing rows of huge plates, teeth gritted, grunting. His spread lats makes him look like a cockroach. The black beard hides most of his face, a mask. His eyes are dark, but Tucker’s seen the lascivious look when it crossed his face before. He sees it in Sergei occasionally—a marked intensity that scurries away when confronted, lays hidden beneath the eyes. When he was in high school, he and his friend Reed would lure men at department stores into back dressing rooms when they came across this look. Then on threat of an accusation of molesting a minor, being threatened to be turned over to security, they'd rob the dupes. Once Tucker even peed on one of his victims. Now that look flutters across the man's face, only this time there’s not one fucking thing he can do about it. The man puts a frigid finger through the P.A. and gives it a tug. "You must have had one of the first ones." He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants letting his pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them. A majestic meaty member flops around, surrounded with a black bush as hairy around his cock as he is hairless over the rest of his body. Smooth cut legs, rock solid veiny arms, slim six-pack abs, crowned by an enormous, thick double zero P.A. jutting out of his piss slit. "Malloy did mine. Did he pierce you? You’d probably be the youngest." "Uh, some girl in a store in Hollywood. Sarah something. I forget." "A girl?" The man examines him skeptically. "There's no women I know doing this. Malloy's the only one I know that's piercing." His nose flairs as he's breathing. "You lying to me again, boy? He doesn't know why the guy is getting worked up. "Uh, no sir. They got a couple of bitches piercing there." He's pacing back and forth like the eel in the tank. "Bitch did your wings too?" "No, sir. Geezer in Venice. Did it on the boardwalk. Kinda used me to draw in customers. Took two days." "You like pain, then?" He’s starting to flop his dick around in his hand, getting it hard. "Not really." "Bullshit. See this pentagram?" He bends his shoulder over to show Tucker. "Hurt like a mother fucker." His dick’s oozing a little pre, grown out now to maybe a good nine inches and still going. "You lay there for two days for that? You have to be one hell of a masochist." The man's up against Tucker's shoulder rubbing his fist and dick against him, with his other hand he’s pushing his head down to his cock. "Not that I have anything against a good masochist." "I'm not queer, man," declares Tucker, snapping his head away from the man’s giant woody. The man smacks Tucker's with his palm hard enough for spittle and a trickle of blood to splat out his mouth. "You calling me a queer?” He takes Tucker’s face in his large hand. “The fuck you're not. The only reason I didn't hand you over to the fuzz right away was because of that tattoo. I thought, maybe this boy might have some surprises in him." The man is holding back final judgment, searching Tucker's face. He's looking at him quizzically. "So tell me—boy who runs around naked in a stranger's house—are you Greek active or passive?" Tucker's lip feels swollen and he's looking at the man as if he's crazy, which he probably is. "What the fuck are you talking about? Your bat-shit crazy." Tucker thinks he might be hit again, but the man's pacing, not nervously, but in thought, deliberating. He stops. His eyes are fixed on the eel watching it swim back and forth. His eyes follow it like a metronome. The whites of his eyes are tinged blue. He speaks, staring past Tucker at the tank, "There's something off about you, boy, which I like. You talk like you’re from outer space. You're not like my other boys. But you will be. We just need to re-wire you." He's now pondering Tucker's dick. "Three years and you're still at a ten gauge, huh?" The man goes to the nightstand, suddenly enticed, decided. He takes out a small box and brings it over to the tray behind the chair. Tucker hears metal on metal, then something heavy hits the tray. "We have a long night ahead of us," he hears the voice behind him say, "but first things first." He wheels the tray around, also bringing with him a stool. "Anyone who shits on my table the night I'm giving a dinner party better have at least a zero gauge hanging between their legs." He shows him a massive piece of jewelry, a thick captive bead ring, one that will in no way fit his pierced channel. “You got a piece of meat where it will hang nicely.” He tugs the pull chain cord overhead and a bare bulb lights up the room. He pulls a lever and Tucker falls backward almost horizontal in the chair. His captor straddles the stool and scoots it close. He picks up a two-inch rod, thin at one end, tapered thick on the other, and applies a liberal amount of lubricant over it. He takes Tucker's P.A., bend it open and releases the small ball that holds the captive bead. It flicks off and rolls under the bed. The man pulls the opened P.A. out through Tucker's hole. He then takes the tapered rod and sticks the narrow end into Tucker's piss slit, feeling around till he finds the pierced tunnel and starts pushing it through. As the rod grows fatter Tucker starts squirming against his restraints. His hands claw at the arm rests, and as it gets to the thickest point he starts yelling in genuine pain. The small nerve cluster area scream out as they're being torn and ripped apart. The man pauses the stretch. "This will get you to a two gauge but not as big as zero. Zero gauge is like getting pierced for the first time. Did you enjoy your first time?" No, please, stop. No, I didn't enjoy it, but it was fast and it was over." The man moves the tray closer and brushes up against Tucker's ear. "Where's the fun in that?" he asks, and continues pushing the rod to its broadest width, lets it hang there agonizingly stretched while Tucker hollers, takes a breath and hollers again. "Almost done." And he passes the object all the way through. "Right on, right on," he praises Tucker who shudders, forcing back tears. The man examines Tucker's face, almost as if seeing him for the first time; searching for who he is, what kind of person is revealed through pain. This is the currency in which the man transacts. "Now, what's this about making America great again?" He reaches up and brushes his hands through Tucker's hair, calming the boy down. "I thought hippies hated America." The man runs his icy fingers over Tuckers face, feeling a single tear trickle down. Tucker’s trying to recover, breathing in diminishing huffs. "I have to tell you, I'm conflicted, boy. I do like something to hold onto when I fuck a slave, but truth is, I prefer them shaved, completely. Tell me, have you been collared and shaved before, freaky boy, with your tattoo and your Prince Albert? You must have had a Master. Maybe a few? A kinky perv that likes to play with stranger’s sex toys, that gets off on nasty pictures of filthy men. You want to be with filthy men like me? Your dick doesn't lie, son." Tucker's realizes he jacking himself in the man's hand, riding his cock up and down through the man's clenched fist. "You want to serve Master Eli?" Tucker stop his jacking, but Master Eli's not having it. He bends over and sucks Tucker's nicely cut dick. Tucker's hand splay out trying not to enjoy it but he feels he might nut any second. "I'm not into it, man. It's cool you are, and I'm not dissing you, but, dude...oh, shit, you’re going to make me cum." Master Eli releases his dick. "French passive. How about French active?" He gets up and offers his half-mast dick to Tucker. Tucker turns his head away. "You're are a tease, aren't you, my hippy-dippy prowler? Either that or you’re conflicted. One thing you're not, is not digging this. But I think all you need is to be opened up. Your limits pushed. Relax your morals. You do uppers? Downers?" Tucker shakes his head. "Not any of that shit. I’ll do molly at a club, sometimes, but that’s it." "You are a strange one, I have to say. Never heard of molly. But I have something that will definitely un-conflict you. They say speed kills." He goes over to the nightstand and opens a second drawer and brings out a syringe. "But I say speed liberates. It has all my boys anyway." Tucker eyeballs it from across the room. "No, definitely not. Dude, seriously, no needles. That's asking for AIDS, nada, no way, not into it. Listen to Nancy Reagan. Just say no." "What’s this AIDS? Nancy? The last governor’s wife, the actress? You come out with the strangest things, I think I want my friends to meet you. You’re a funny...dude. You sound like you're from another planets. But what I have here, son, it going to send you into orbit. Then you're going to belong completely to Master Eli. I guarantee. You won’t believe the things I’ll do to make you feel good, boy. Unbelievable things." The man runs his cold palm down Tucker’s chest to his stiff prick. The man flips Tucker's arm over, taps inside the crook, and jabs the needle in a juicy vein drawing a plume of blood. "Ready for takeoff, rocketman?" "No. Don't." "Just go with the flow, baby. Go with the flow." He releases a complete half gram of speed into Tucker's body. Tucker coughs violently, while Master Eli withdraws the syringe and bends over to lick the trace of blood. Tucker's head’s thrown back, his eyes lose focus, he feels a rush sluice through his body, in his ears, in his heart, in his ass. He alternates between repeating Shit and Fuck. There’s a high-pitched ringing in his ears as he’s rips through a tiny hole in reality that changes his orientation to the world. Wrong is right, hot is cold, Master is God, good is evil and evil good. His eyes focus back on the huge hulk that's in front of him. Thank you, he mouths while his Master takes up a very large two-inch rod, lubes it and sticks it into Tucker's pee slit. He finds the hole and pushes it in as far as the stretch allows. "Daddy's got to hurt you but then it will all be alright. If you want to cry it's okay. Be a big boy and it will be all over soon." Master Eli sports a raging hard on as he push the fattening rod further through the hole. He can see Tucker's face contorting in sweet, blissed out agony. He's fighting the pain as best he can, the drug careening through him is scrambling his senses. "Daddy's so proud of his boy. Almost through. Boy loves how much he penis hurts, doesn't he?" "Yes, daddy, hurt me." Tucker's face is twisted from too many sensations at once, his hands are clawing the arm rests. He's beet red fighting against his bindings and from the initial rush of the slam, his heart rushes blood everywhere. "Wait, wait! Please, it too much. Let me get used to it." "Daddy needs to finish, son. Daddy got lots to do. Daddy wants to show you off with a big boy piercing to the guests. Just a bit more and it's through." He pushes the rod another fraction of an inch, drawing a wail that echoes thunderously through the house, roaring through windows and chimney, through the canyons of Echo Park. A coyote high up in the brush recognizes a wounded animal and howls back an answer. Tucker’s head thrashes against the chair's headrest. Anguish is entwined with the drug, bringing him past shock, laying him out naked to a world with awe that is at once ecstatic as it is destructive to who he is, his logic of desire, where his sexual loyalties fall, what he wants—no—what he needs from now on out of the man deconstructing him. The man sees Tucker fall through another rush of the drug’s powerful pleasure, not only accepting his tormentor along with the administration of pain, but bearing through drug and shock, encouraging Master Eli to hurt him even more. Tucker looks in his face and whispers do it. With that final surrender of his soul the breach is ripped wide open, there is very little blood, and the circular ring passes through his piss slit and through the newly stretched passage. His head is back in a silent scream. "One last thing to do, my hippy boy, my beautiful, debauched intruder, who called me out and debased himself for me." Tucker sees through watery eyes his Master hold up pliers that are closing the thick ring onto an enormous bead. With a pressure that shakes his Master grip, the ball is sealed shut. He’s locked into the zero gauge. The ache is strong in his dick but the agony is starting to diminish. The chair’s straps are loosened and his Master's lips seal over his mouth. He wrestles a warm tongue filled with passion and lust. He's being lifted from the chair, cradled in the most powerful arms he’s ever felt. He utterly surrenders to a Master who will take care of him, provide for all his needs, who's lays him on the bed for the final act. Tucker unmoors himself from time and wallows adrift in the coolness of the turned down sheets, in the aquatic light of this unusual room. He's breathing underwater. His legs float up to his Master's shoulders. Something cold, wet and covered in mucous is being pressed against his small, tight anus. It pops in and he feels it slither into his rectum. He's waiting for it to start to hurt since this is all new to him, the territory virginal, but it doesn't hurt. He likes it, the viscosity’s soothing, his muscles contract and expand, inviting it to flow inside him as deep as it wants. He senses one hand being tied above him, then the other. He wants to be tied, he wants whatever his Master wants. He's being plowed deep and it's invading the most intimate parts of him, where no one touches, where no one knows, places even he never felt existed. So deep he feels his organs rearrange. His intestines are realigning, straightening, his body dictated by some outside force. His body is overtaken with pleasure; it’s no longer him but a primordial version of him. A cloth is tied over his mouth and knotted behind his head. He moans in ecstasy into the rag as the invasion transcends him to his core. He feels one leg lowering off a rock-hard shoulder, then the other, each tied to the bottom of the bed. He feels warm liquid spray across his faces. He sucks on the wet rag tasting salty remnants of warm spooge. He looks up to see Master Eli standing next to his head, flicking the last of his pale seed across his face. Strangely he still feels his entrails being invaded, wonders how that can be with Master hovering beside him. Master reaches between his legs and grabs the end of the eel and squeezes the tail to encourage its ultimate journey through his sphincter. The eel in entirely inside him. It moves forward generating a body wave that slithers up in one direction, and eases out reversing the undulation in another. Back and forth it drills within him. The body orgasms he releases over the next several hours while Master is away, are like none he's ever known or will ever know again. The door closes and he's left breathing underwater, internally erupting in breaking waves, over and over within the blue light.

ABS last night- I saw a really heavyset bearded bald guy all by himself in back corner. He was definitely gruff looking, which thankfully kept the trolls and twinks away from him. I strolled back and nodded, and noticed he had his hand in jeans pocket rubbing his cock. I stood a few feet in front of him, lowered my jeans a bit to expose my ass crack, and leaned onto the wall partition, staring straight ahead at the big video screen in front of room. Sure enough within moments I feel a hand on my ass and a finger finding my prelubed hole. He fingers me a bit and slides my pants down enough for full access. I bend forward a bit more so he knows 100% what I want, and soon am feeling his cock right on my hole. His hands grab my hips and he starts to push in slowly, and I'm sniffing some poppers and enjoying being opened up. He feels thick and keeps sliding in til my ass truly felt full. I never saw it but I'd say he was a good 8 or 9 inches. He bottoms out, and his belly is pressing hard into my back. He starts fucking nice n slow, and reaches around and starts jerking me as he fucks. His thrusts, him jerking me, and the poppers were too much and I start to cum hard, clamping my ass hard around his cock. He speeds up, then thrusts in me one last time before everything stops and I feel his cock spasming inside me. We stand there not moving for a good minute, until his cock slips out of me. Instantly I feel cum running down my thigh. He rubs my stomach and with the other hand feels my cum filled hole, then he zips up and walk s out. As I'm leaving a few minutes later, I see him pulling out of parking lot in a tow truck. Sexy.

Friday the 13th, Part 2 With the slam that Tony had just administered, I was definitely feeling a huge rush as my heart pounded the Tina through my veins and into my brain. In less than a minute, my brain sent an urgent message to my ass that I desperately needed to get fucked. Tony was way ahead of me. He knew exactly what I needed. He said, “There’s an adult book store about 6 blocks from here. At this time of day, that’s one of the few places you can get fucked, and it’s especially busy on a Friday afternoon, during commute time, when the business men from downtown stop in there to suck some cock, get their cock sucked, or fuck some ass before they have to get on the freeway and go home to the wife and kids, for the weekend.” Before we went to the adult book store, Tony wanted to get out of his work clothes, so he grabbed a small carry-on bag from his SUV, and changed into a pair of 501’s, boots, and a motorcycle jacket. Last, he pulled his big cock and balls through a snug steel cock ring, then packed everything down one leg of his jeans, making a great bulge as he buttoned up his 501’s. It probably took no more than 2 minutes, but it seemed like it took forever. At last, he was ready to go, and we drove to the book store, parked, and went inside where Tony paid the manager, and we walked back to the video arcade, which was dark except for a row of red light bulbs adding to the glow of the small video screens that lit up each booth. Just as Tony had predicted, there was a pretty good crowd, and more than a few men in business attire. When we saw a guy exiting one of the booths, we both went in, leaving the door ajar. Tony pulled the bench around so that the end of it was close to the wall, directly below a glory hole. Then, he sat on the bench, with his legs together, and motioned for me to lie on top so that my legs were up in the air, and my hole was positioned right at the glory hole. There was a steady stream of men opening the door to our booth, checking us out, then moving on. It didn’t take long for the top guys to figure out that I wanted to get fucked. Very soon, a guy entered the booth next door, and I heard him lock the door. In no time, his cock was hard, and he pushed it through the glory hole, and into my hungry hole, as Tony fed me a couple of hits from a bottle of poppers. At first, the guy fucked me slowly, gradually going deeper, then fucking me harder. I’m into being watched, so it was a big turn on for me to see several guys standing in the open doorway of our booth, watching me get fucked and hearing me moaning loudly with each thrust of the guy’s cock pounding my hole. When he was ready to shoot his load, he slowly pulled back most of the way, then slowly pushed all the way in, again. He did that 3 or 4 times before he suddenly let out a loud moan, and slammed his cock deep inside of me, and held it there. I could feel his cock head throbbing each time he blasted a stream of cum into me. Just when I thought he was finished, he started fucking me again, giving me a good pounding, until his balls were completely drained. Then, he pulled out, and I heard him unlock the door, and exit. The next 5 men who fucked me were all business, each one following a pretty similar pattern of entering the booth, locking the door, pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves hard, then fucking my hole, every one of them fucking me bareback and dumping their loads inside me. Each one quickly buckled up and left. That was fine with me. Just keep the cocks coming (and cumming). When the next guy entered the booth next to ours, I didn’t hear the door being locked, so I knew that he must have wanted the crowd to watch him fuck me. Almost immediately, I saw an extremely thick black cock head at the glory hole. Tony gave me a couple more hits of poppers, then pushed me forward so that my ass was pressed right up against the glory hole. “OH, FUCK, FUCK” was all I could say, feeling that BBC head pushing against my hole until it finally popped past the opening and he was inside. Tony kept feeding me the poppers, and I was glad that the black stud took his time, letting me get used to his size. Still, I was moaning louder than ever, and I was sure that all the guys watching us were really enjoying the show. I was really glad that Tony had slammed me, back at the bar. The Tina was definitely in charge, and it was telling my brain that I needed that BBC fucking me and stretching me, no matter what. The black stud kept up a slow pace, gradually shoving deeper and deeper inside of me until his BBC head was hitting my inner ring. He had to be proud of his size, and I was sure that he wanted me to know it and to remember it. This black stud really knew what he was doing. I felt him carefully bumping his huge cock head against my inner ring, giving me a little time to get used to it, hearing me moaning and sighing with each short jab. Holy fuck, it was incredible. Between the Tina and the poppers, my heart was slamming, continuously, and all I wanted was more. And, I got it. Having lulled me into a state of ecstasy, the black stud held his huge cock head against my inner ring. Without warning, he gave a very quick shove, and forced his way inside my inner ring, locking us together. I let out a very loud gasp, and I was pretty sure that Tony knew what had just happened. He had a big grin on his face, and he just said, “Oh. Yeh !” All the time, he held a firm grip on my hips, keeping my ass firmly pressed up against the glory hole so that I would have to take as much of the BBC as possible. The black stud was rock hard, and I could feel him fucking me past my inner ring, and pulling back only far enough to stretch the ring. I laid there, getting fucked like that for what seemed like a very long time. Then, I could hear his very deep voice groaning, with each short thrust, until he couldn’t hold off any longer. I could actually feel huge jets of cum splattering deep inside my guts. After he had pumped every last drop of cum into me, he waited for his cock to go down. His softening cock head popped back through my inner ring a lot more easily than when it had first been forced in. I could hear him buckling up and getting ready to leave. I watched the open door of our booth, wanting to get a look at the stud who had just given me the greatest fucking of my life. As he walked by, he gave a salute of recognition to Tony, then he gave Tony the, “Call Me” sign.

A New Chapter Months have passed since Logan's father settled his major debt with he local drug dealer; trading his son for drugs. Since then Logan has learned to adapt to his situation. He has become a very valuable working boy to his captors. He makes deliveries to clients and services those that pay for his ass. He is totally addicted to drugs and spend half the time high. * * * * * Elliott was a freshman in college. He was your typical jock, frat boy type. He was in spring break with a group of his frat brother's to San Diego. One night they decided to venture across the border to Mexico. They wandered from bar to bar. As they were walking through the streets Elliott got separated from the group. Elliott was drunk and lost in Tijuana, Mexico. That's when he was noticed by a the local drug dealer. They had a plan for this young, good looking guy. They followed the young teen into one of tbs local Cantinas. They struck up a conversation with the inebriated teen. They leaned that although he had a girlfriend he was quite the player. He even knocked up a girl back in his home town. The only reason they weren't married was the fact that she was to drunk to remember who she had sex with that night. Elliott was fed more booze and eventually slipped something that would knock him out fit at least 12 hours. They threw him I the trunk of their car and if they went. * * * * * Logan and his gifter were woken up by the man in charge. They were told to be ready for fresh meat that was about to arrive. They had special plans for him and needed their help. Once the two were more awake and cleaned up they were taken into the main bedroom where they found Elliott tired yup and still unconscious. They were given instructions once he was awake he was to be slammed higher than god, then fucked and converted. Once he was nice and poz he was to be released back in the states to spread the bug to unsuspecting girls. As they fixed a special slam as Elliott laid there with enough Tina the unsuspecting jock wouldn't be and to remember their faces they had an idea to add drive of their blood to the mix. This, along with the fucking, would leave Elliott HIV positive and not even aware of his status. They undressed Elliott as he laid there before him on the bed. They didn't have to wait long before Elliott began to stir. Before he had a chance to know where he was or what was about to hasten to him. They fixed the tourniquet on his arm, found a good vein and as he stated to figure out he was naked with two other naked guys the needle was slipped into his vein and emptied. Elliott coughed out hard as he was experiencing his first taste of Tina. With the rush he was unable to focus his eyes as he heard a ringing I his ears. They had him totally fucked up as Logan began to feed Elliott his cock and his gifter administered Logan's small slam then his own slam. They knew with these small slams they could fuck for hours and repeatedly fill his straight ass with their charged seed. Elliott was so fucked up (and now very horny) that he quickly became a willing participant as he hungrily slurped on the cock in his mouth as Logan's gifter started to work his virgin ass. As he licked and munched on Elliott fresh as he knew that it was only a matter of time before he'd be depositing his dirty load inside the drugged up jock. When Elliott's hole had just enough lube Elliott's gifter moved in for the 'kill'. He wasn't gentle as he rammed the full length of his uncut cock drop inside Elliott's neg hole. He fucked away ass rough as he could making sure that Elliott would have done idea of what happened. As Logan was getting his cock primed for fucking his gifter deposited the first load of poz cum. They quickly changed positions and now it was Logan's turn to fuck a load into the straight boys hole. With he priming that Elliott had done with his mouth Logan couldn't hold back as he quickly and emphatically pounded into Elliott's ass. He grunted out as he filled Elliott's ass with a huge load. Elliott's ass was then worked over with dildos of various sizes as the two tops recovered so that they could deliver another load. They made sure to drive the poz cum already inside the drugged up jock as they kissed and sucked each other back to hardness. The converting of Elliott continued once they were hard again. This went on for nearly a day and a half. In that time Elliott was kept high enough that when they were all done he was ready to be stored off near the U.S. border where they knew he'd find his way home.

Joining the Gang-Part 4-The Next Week Every day over the next week seemed to go about the same. I would wake up and jump in the shower. I would then get dressed in baggy short and t-shirt with no underwear. I grab a nice breakfast and head over to the skate park where we would hang out. Right after I arrived at the skate park I’d go into the bath room with one of the guys and he’d slam me up for the day. Then we would skate around and I would be pulled into the bushes to suck dick or get fucked. Around dinner time we would grab a couple pizzas and head over to the gang house where we’d play video games and I would suck some more dick and get fucked a few more times before I would head home and crash for the night. This went on every day of the week until the day I got really sick. I thought I was going to die. I was sore all over and couldn’t keep anything down. I was lying in bed thinking I was going to die when my phone rang. It was our gang leader wanting to know “Why ain’t your skinny ass here at the skate park boy?” I let him know “I am so damn sick bro, I think I’m gona die!” I just heard him laugh on the other end and then he told me “We’ll be right over bro.” About half and hour later I hear the front door open and a lot of footsteps coming up the stairs when my bedroom door opened up and the entire gang walked through my bedroom door. “What are all you guys doing here?” “We are here to take care of you bro, you’re our brother. We take care of our own and one of us is sick we all are there to help him.” Two of them shucked off their shorts, shirts & shoes and helped me out of bed and into the shower. I’ve showered in gym with other guys before but never like this. They held me up and washed me down. It felt pretty good to get all cleaned up. Once I was out of the shower and feeling a little better I was given a slam and then each guy took a turn fucking my ass. I didn’t really feel up for this but after I was given the slam I was more than ready. I took a load from each member before I was but back in bed and allowed to sleep. When I woke up they were still there watching over me. When my parents got home from the church they told them that it looked like I had the flu bug that a few of them had recently. Nothing to worry about and that I should be better in a few days. Every day I was sick the guys came over and spent the day with me. Each day started the same; right after my parents left they would get me up and in the shower, then I was given a slam and each would fuck me. And they were so right after being sick for 3 days I felt like my old self. That first morning I felt better the guys came over and I was already showered, dressed and ready to go skate. Things changed some for me. We’d get to the park and I get my slam but I was never pulled into the pushes to suck dick or even get fucked. I was starting to miss the action. Even that night at the house was different for me.