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Day 2, Part 4 "You havin fun?" Billy asked as Chris took a swig of his beer. "Hell, yeah. After two long term monogamous relationships its kinda nice being a total slut. I really wish I could fuck too, but I know the rules and its only for a few more days. I feel bad for the first few guys I fuck when I get back. I'm gonna pound them silly before I flood their guts" Chris said. His words surprised him but it was how he felt and he liked his new freedom. PJ laughed and said "They won't know what hit them." "Two more?" Chris said as he got up and walked the few feet over to their canoe. "Beers? Sure" Billy replied. "No. Loads" Chris answered back with a grin. Billy and Eric laughed and got up, pulling their shorts off and stroking their cocks. Chris bent over the side of the canoe and two took turns fucking Chris's ass. They would each fuck a couple minutes and then pull off letting the other fuck. A half dozen swaps later and Eric was the first to pump his load in. Billy took over and leaned over Chris's back. He slammed in and added his hot load to Chris's battered cunt. Billy whispered into Chris's ear "You must really want it bad. We've never had a newbie so eager to get fucked." "Well, I'm gay. It's what we do" Chris said with a chuckle, pulling up his shorts and heading back to his canoe. "Finally" Colin said, exasperated. They all got in their canoes and tried to catch up to the rest of the guys. Almost two hours later, they spotted the rest of their group on a large sandbar with a big campfire burning.

Day 2, Part 5 "Where the fuck have you guys been?" Steve yelled out. "Doing what we're supposed to be doing fucking... paddling" Eric yelled back. They hurried to get unloaded and set up. The sun went down and everyone was seated around the fire eating dinner. The whiskey came out again and everyone chilled and talked. Ken looked over at Chris sitting naked in his camp chair and asked "how many are you missing to get two from everyone?" "Six, sir" Chris replied. "Well, you know what you need to do then before we crash for the night" Ken said. "Yes, I do" Chris answered. PJ was the first to get up and tap Chris on the shoulder. They went to the opposite side of the fire so everyone could watch. Chris got on all fours and PJ slid his cock in. He fucked for about five minutes and then grunted and groaned. Chris couldn't feel anything and it seemed different to the other times PJ had bred him. PJ started to fuck again and they heard the other guys yell out "Yeah, give him another dose!" and "Breed him again!" PJ continued on a little longer than the first time and then growled louder and slammed in. Chris could feel PJ's cock throb in his hole, unlike the first time. PJ fumbled around looking for his shorts, pulling out a marker and adding two to Chris's back. Chris then remembered PJ's forbidden fuck from the night before and understood the fake orgasm and two marks. Chris waited on his knees and slowly one by one Danny, then Andy, Steve, Ken and Les took their turns. Just as he was getting up to go to his tent, Billy walked up and said "Not so fast." He kneeled down and put his arm around Chris's chest before Billy humped his dripping ass. Chris pushed his ass back and snagged Billy's cock and it easily pushed inside. "You fuckin' slut" Billy said and Chris just moaned. They stood there, Billy pumping his cock in and out for several minutes until he picked up the pace. A few thrusts later and Billy's body shook while his cock pumped another load of cum into Chris's unprotected ass. One more mark got added to Chris's back and Chris heard a few comments from the rest of the guys "Fuck, that was hot", "Damn, he's a greedy bottom" and one he didn't understand completely "He's done now." Later, the guys headed towards their tents and as soon as Chris was inside, Colin said "Face down, faggot." Chris laid down on his sleeping bag and pushed his ass up, knowing what Colin wanted. He prepared himself for another lame fuck and Colin gave it. While his ass was sore and tired, Chris worked it around Colin's cock. Once again, he got Colin to shoot before Colin wanted and felt a slap across his head. "Asshole!" Colin yelled before he pulled his softening cock out and rolled over to his sleeping bag and fell asleep. Marks on Chris's back: ///X ///X ///X ///X //// (24)

Day 2, Part 3 "Fuck, that was wild. I've never done anything like that" Chris said, looking down and seeing the damp spot in the sand where his dick had been drooling precum from the cage and a much larger one where the cum that had been forced out of his ass. Colin slowly got to his feet, swearing with each step as he made his way back to the tent. They took down their tents, killed the campfire and cleaned up the site before hopping in the canoes and paddling downstream. Colin hadn't said anything to Chris and a chill hung over their canoe. Chris had no problems throwing Colin under the bus. He hoped to never see Colin again after the trip. He wasn't a nice guy and didn't seem to respect Chris at all. They paddled for another hour and then Colin jerked the canoe toward the shore. Chris had downed three beers since they got back on the river and almost fell out of the canoe from the sudden turn. They beached the canoe and Colin bounded out of the back of the canoe and pulled Chris out as he went by. "Look motherfucker, I'm on this trip to fuck. I did my time being everyone's bitch last year. I don't appreciate you lying to everyone and making me look bad. Now bend over and I'm gonna make sure that ass is knocked up!" Chris's shorts were soaked with the cum that had leaked out while they had paddled downriver. He pushed them off and grabbed the bow of the canoe, spreading his legs for what he expected to be a rough, bad fuck. Colin jabbed his fingers into Chris's swollen cunt and twisted them around roughly. Chris grimaced and stifled his cries of pain, not wanting Colin to get any satisfaction from it. Colin pulled his fingers out and stuffed them in Chris's mouth, forcing him to taste the cum mixture. He shoved his cock in and hammered away. Chris may have tightened up in the couple hours since his last fucking, but he quickly opened back up for Colin's dick. Chris just stood there, getting fucked by Colin and watching the other canoes go past. PJ saw them and waved, giving out a loud cat-call. Finally, he heard Colin groan and stop fucking. His ass was so sloppy and sore Chris doubted he could feel Colin shoot inside him or even his cock pulse. After Colin pulled out he felt him put two marks on his back. "That's for this morning and just now" Colin growled out. Chris pulled on his board shorts and waited for Colin to get into the back of the canoe. He pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in, not saying a word. Chris had a grin on his face, though. He knew the way to get a good fuck out of Colin was to piss him off. After another hour of slowly paddling downstream, Chris spotted Billy and Eric off on another sandbar. They were just sitting in the sand, drinking beer. Chris guided the canoe over, hearing Colin mutter "What the fuck?" They pulled the canoe up on the sand and got out, joining the other two. Colin was off to the side, drinking alone while Chris sat down between Billy and Eric.

Part 4: Feelings As dawn approached I woke up still in Daddy’s arms. He kissed me on the neck and slowly withdrew the butt plug. As I slowly awakened I noticed Daddies 2 and 3 had left. Daddy 1 said that today would be just us until the night time. He got up first and then helped me up before leading me into his bedroom. His bedroom was huge. A huge bed with satin sheets. A blanket with a picture of two men engaged in sex. Paintings adorned the walls that had men in various poses. The bedposts were huge cocks. I was turned on just from the room. My penis definitely showed my approval as well. Daddy took my hand and led me into bed. In bed we were underneath the covers and just started kissing each other softly. I had never truly made out with another man before so this was nice. We kissed and made out for quite a while when Daddy got on top and I bent my legs slightly as his cock just slid right into my ass. We continued kissing while he made love to me. Being made love to was actually quite nice. Usually I’m just getting fucked and getting a guy off which I was totally fine with. But this was different. I was moaning but not like a whore. This was different. I felt a weird feeling arising in my ass. I was having my first anal orgasm and while Daddy made love to me. He was making my body respond in ways I didn’t know were possible. It seemed as if the orgasm was never ending. Daddy just kept a slow pace as he made love to me. I didn’t want it to end. He broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck giving me a hickey. Somehow I uttered out the words “I love you Daddy. Please don’t stop.” I wasn’t sure if I meant it or if I was just caught up in the moment. But Daddy responded by saying “I love you too” before kissing me on the lips and unloading a nice thick warm load in my ass. As we were both recovering from our orgasms I realized I was looking at Daddy differently. Omg I did love him. But I was torn because I loved being a whore. Daddy saw the look on my face and whispered in my ear, “ Don’t worry baby. You are now my whore and Daddy has plenty of friends that you will provide service for. And yes. Each one has HIV.” I was elated. We both fell back asleep and I snuggled up next to Daddy. I must have really been tired because when I awoke Daddy was gone. I looked at his pillow and he had left a note saying he would be back shortly and to fix myself something lite to eat. But I was to remain naked while doing so. I made my way into the kitchen and found some cereal. I made myself a bowl and scarfed it down. I rinsed the bowl out and went into the living room to wait for Daddy. About 30 minutes later Daddy was back holding a bag. In the bag was something that was about to change my life forever.

Just got back from another great Friday afternoon at Peepland here in Las Vegas. I arrived close to noon today. The parking lot was pretty full. I got the last space. I went into the video arcade and found an unlocked door of an occupied booth. There was a guy in his mid 40's inside stroking to some str8 porn. I did my usual drop to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He had an average 5" cock. But, he got rock hard in just moments as I sucked. It didn't take him long before he filled my mouth with load number one. I left that booth and tried doors on the booths with red lights on. Most were locked, but I found another unlocked door. Inside was a young, goodlooking guy in his mid 20's. Now, I'm an older, grey haired, overweight guy. So, I'm used to being turned away by most young, goodlooking guys like him. But, he made no effort to turn me away, so I locked the door and again dropped to my knees between his legs. He was already rock hard, stroking to his str8 movie. I sucked him for a few minutes, then I began to suck on his balls. As I did that, he let out a soft groan. I continued to suck his hairless balls as he took over stroking his cock. As my tongue slipped from his balls to his asshole, he let out another moan and began to stroke furiously. Suddenly he let out a grunt and I felt cum squirt onto my hair and forehead. I stood, used the papertowels from the dispenser on the wall to wipe off my forehead and hair and handed him a paper towel. Now I was off again to find another dick. The next door I tried had guy in his late 30's. Once again stroking to str8 porn. He was dressed in slacks, dress shirt and tie. His tie flipped back over his shoulder. I dropped between his legs and took his 6" cock in my mouth and sucked him for about 10 minutes, before he fed me his load. As I left his booth, there were only a couple of booths with red lights on. I tried both of them, but both were locked. I went into an unoccupied booth and put my dollar into the video machine. As I watched a few heads popped in to take a look at me, but no one came in. I was thinking that maybe it was time to leave. As I left my booth with the intent of leaving I saw a red light on the booth at the far end. I walked down there and found it occupied by a really buff, latino guy in his mid 30's. He was very good looking and buff. I expected him to brush me off. But he stood against the wall, continuing to stroke to his str8 porn. So I locked the door and again dropped to my knees. He grew even harder. His cock was a good, solid 6"s and very thick. Uncut with a nice ample foreskin. I sucked for a few minutes and he and I shared my popper bottle. About 5 minutes into this, he reached down and put his hand down my pants and felt my ass. I didn't need to be asked, let alone ask twice. I quickly stood, turned around and dropped my pants to the floor. I bent over as I felt him put his swollen cock up to my hole. I'm not sure when I've had someone find my hole and push up into me, so quickly. He used no lube or spit and it hurt like hell. I stiffened up, with him still inside me. He pushed me forward and over again as he began to pump his cock into me. He must have been very horny and ready to cum, because, I don't think he fucked me for even a full minute before he let out some loud grunts and I could feel his thick cock throb in my ass as he filled me with his load. As soon as he pulled out of me, I pulled up my pants and left the booth, left the arcade and got in my car and drove home. Probably about 45 minutes of pure joy of mostly str8 guys on their lunch breaks at the Adult Book Store. I know where I plan to be again next Friday afternoon.

Mr. Benson takes me to a Black Smith shops which I find very funny, mr. Benson says it won't be so funny when it all finished. The place is hot with fires going all around the place. A opens ring is put around my neck as the Black Smith makes adjustments to it so it tight but does not effect my breathing. Then he puts a cloth between me and the ring and wields it shut and grinds off the burs. Next he takes Mr. Benson and me top a back room with a table in the middle and lay me down on my stomach, spread my legs apart and shackle them down, straps are put around my waste tight so I can't move. The Black Smith and Mr. Benson are talking about the size and since I can't see I have no idea Idea what they are talking about. I soon find out as this very hot piece of red hot metal hits my ass cheek, then another , then another as a total of 7 strikes hits my ass. All were put in the same area like a design of something. It was soon cleaned and it was covered with Tegaderm to cover as I was just a strike brand with the initials of MB. Tattoos and piercing can be removed but a branding can never be removed, so now I'm the property of Mr. Benson for ever. Brad has become a supper star as 50% of the chasers get Poz the first time with him and his filming of these Poz conversions sales are fantastic. Mr. Benson has Brad booked for months as he is now limited to doing 2 Pozzing per day. Mr. Benson has spent a lot money on a new type of Meth that is way stronger with an easier crash. I have not tried it but the one who did says it make a bottom so desperate to have your hole full you will be willing to have fire hydrant shoved up your ass. I'm on a business to Berlin with Mr. Benson and he has me in chastity as he says to me you are going to have lot of fun here and help sell my new drug. We arrive at the restaurant and escorted to this private room there are 2 chairs as I'm to be on my knees. The guest arrives and greets Mr. Benson like old friends. They are talking in German so I have no idea what they are taking about but the guest keep looking at me like a piece of raw meat. The guest comes over to me and picks me up turns me around so my back is to his as he unbuckles my pants and bends me over the table and says to Mr. Benson you have really nice boy here as I see he is branded and pierced. Mr. Benson hands him a long syringe and proceed to put in my ass, but he is going to my second sphincter and once inside the guest unloads the contents into my ass. I have had booty bumps but nothing like this. I can feel the head of his cock on my hole and I'm so desperate to have my hole fuck is back up but Mr. Benson grabs my arms so I can't. No lube or spit his dick goes in and as much pain I'm in from have dry hard dick in my ass I don't care. Once he gets going it is feels so good to be getting fuck like this, but the waiter comes in and the guest is not happy, then he ask Mr.Benson how many times have I been fisted, he says a few. The guest screams at the waiter get me some Crisco as we are waiting he is fucking as hard and as fast as he can until is get his load. I'm told to get on my back on the table as the waiter arrives, Mr. Benson tells the waiter to get undress and face the window after giving the Crisco to the guest as he takes 2 rope from the wall and spreads my legs apart. My hole feels so empty and I want it filled up as I watch Mr. Benson fucking the waiter as he is moaning in pleasure. I hear the can go Crisco as I see the Guest covering his hand and arm then looks me in the eye and says you want this in you now, my response was not my mind talking but my hungry hole that wants that fist in me. More to this

Last night, I won a porn award for Best Newcummer. Came from Ravens Eden. For those who don't know, it's one of many porn awards given out yearly. This one, however, is nominated and voted by the fans. Evidently someone liked me enough to nominate me (Shannon O'Feral) and I tied with Archer Croft for the win. If any votes came from any of you, thank you for your support. Every ONE vote made a difference. I anticipate new things for me as a result of winning, and way more seeding and breeding as a by-product.

When Rod got home, he told his parents he had to stop by and help a friend with math. His mother said, "We raised you right, didn't we. Always help a friend." He headed up to bed. He had an email from Jerry with some of the pix and vids. Rod could hardly believe it. He knew he was there but wasn't sure what all had happened. He undressed and headed in to the shower, took his piss, showered and get ready for bed. Homework. Well, he'd be up early and finish in the morning. Rod was asleep when his head hit the pillow. He woke at 4 and got up. Finished his homework and looked at the emails again. Butch really had a huge cock. Meanwhile, his little nub was still not pushing against the cage. The lock was a problem. It pushed his balls when he wore pants. Well, maybe Jerry will take it off when I get his piss today? There was one pic with Mack's dick deep in Rod's throat. Rod's face was clear. He worried a little. The last email from Jerry was: "Take out the plug, shit out the cum and whatever shit you have, clean the plug and bring it with you today before work." Rod did as he was told. He kept thinking about Jerry's hot piss, how much he wanted and needed it. He would do whatever he had to to get that piss. He wondered if Dom would be there again. He almost hoped so. He wondered what Mack and Butch's piss tasted like. He just might find out one day. All day long, Jerry shifted the padlock in his pants, in the car, in class, in the john. It mashed his balls a little each time. And his hair was starting to grow back, it itched and Rod had to fight not to scratch "down there" He hustled to the car, jumped in when he saw Rog. He wondered if Rog knew anything. He took Rog home and headed to his house. Rog saw him fiddling with what he thought was his cock and wondered what was going on with Rod. He almost asked, but thought better of it. As Rod walked to the gym, the lock would move from side to side, causing a strange but not unpleasant feeling in his balls. He had to adjust a few times in public. The itching was worse too. That hair was sure scratchy. After he finished his routine in record time, he headed to Jerry's. He expected Dom to answer the door. But Dom didn't. It was Jerry. Rod was almost disappointed. Rod walked in and Jerry started to say strip but Rod had already begun. They went directly to the shower. In the bath, he found Butch on the toilet. "Hey, babybitch! Glad to see you, "Butch said as he waved is cock at Rod. Rod knelt there in the tub/shower and took every drop of Jerry's piss. "Want some more,"Butch leered. Rod nodded and Butch let flow. "Bitch, you ready for the next step?" Butch almost commanded. Rod only nodded. Butch turned and said clean my ass, lick it clean and stick you tongue in there. Rod didn't know what came over him. That was disgusting, but he did as he was told. Jerry said, "Butch, I told you. When will Dom and Mac be back." With that, they were there. Dom said," hey boy, you got shit on your face." Dom pulled out his cock and started pissing on Rod's face to rinse it. Rod tried to catch as much as he could in his mouth. When Mac saw, he pulled out his cock and slid it in Rod's mouth and pissed a long one. Rod felt totally bloated. Dom said, "Boy, you know you have to sit to piss. Can you do it now?" Rod nodded and pissed a lot, but not nearly what the took in. "Rod, you have to be here right after school tomorrow," Dom said. Will you be here? Rod said, "I will, but when will I get to the gym." "Bitch, we'll give you your workout," Butch blared. "Then come back after work and you'll get another kind of reward."

***In my mind I had the story worked out and it was further along, and this part is a bit lengthy. But don't worry, it's going to get to the bug chasing by the next part.*** Part Three I got my answer about twenty minutes later when the doorbell was ringing again. This time it was the guy I’d first talked to outside yesterday when I was looking for the man in charge. A bit younger than the rest of the crew. Sandy hair, bit of beard scruff. Tall and buff, a definite stud hunk in the making. “Hi, uh, Dan told me to see you about . . .?” he trailed off, clearly shy and perhaps a little worried that now it was his turn to be made a fool of. I looked out over his shoulder to see the guy who’d fucked me, obviously Dan, give me a little grin and a thumbs-up. I gave him a nod, and then stepped aside to let my latest sperm donor in. I was shaking my head as I closed the door, trying not to laugh at myself. This would be the third guy in a couple of days to give me a load, and I hadn’t even bothered to ask any of their names. Somehow I was okay with that, too. I felt like a prostitute that gets paid in semen. This guy was really nervous, so I knew I had my work cut out for me to get him to relax. I offered him a beer but he declined, saying he had to be back on the job in 15 minutes. No time to waste, I asked him if he wanted a blowjob or to fuck my ass. He took about 30 seconds to weight the options then, without looking me in the eyes, he said ‘fuck’, so I led him back to the bedroom. As we got in the bedroom, I could feel he was right behind me. He grabbed my hips, led me over to the bed, and guided me to just bend over. Nice, he wants to pound me from behind, he can go hard and deep that way, so I was happy. I also had a feeling that he was sort of disconnect me from him. He could pound me, but not have to see me or look at my face. Human fleshlight. I slid my shorts down over my ass and offered my hole up. I heard him fiddling with his pants, and then seconds later he was poking his dick head around my opening, but not quite hitting the mark. So I reached back and took hold of what felt like a really thick, but not too long, cock, and guided it to the bullseye. Although I didn’t see it, his dick did not feel as long as the other two guys, but was easily thicker by inches. Honestly, it was like backing up to a big butt plug -which I happen to love, so yeah me! I wiggled my ass and willed my hole to open up around him, and once a couple of inches were in, he hit the slick of cum that his buddy had left in me and the rest of his tool rushed right on it. Fuck it felt good. And full. Definitely like being plugged. I felt some stinging as my hole was stretched to capacity so quickly. “Holy fuck!” he howled. After that he just went to pounding, the only sounds in the room were the wet smacking of his hips meeting my jiggling butt, and our mingling grunts and groans. I have to say that even though he didn’t have the depth penetration of his coworkers, that thick dick was just what my ass needed. I love the stretch and his cock was sending me to heaven. His size seemed to hit me in just the right place inside and I actually found myself having a rare anal orgasm. I’ve done it only once before with a dildo, so this was a pleasant surprise. So there I was gasping and groaning my way through an anal orgasm, when I heard him say, “Jesus fuck, your ass just got all juicy around my dick. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He slammed me so hard and fast as his balls exploded their seed into my ass, and we were left panting and gasping for a few minutes before he finally extracted his still semi-hard dick from my used hole. He staggered back, almost shaky on his feet after such a powerful orgasm. He bent over, hands on knees, still sucking in air, and looked up at me. “That was incredible. I never came like that in my entire life. I thought I might pass out.” “Your dick is amazing. You made me have an orgasm in my ass -something hardly no men can say they’ve done to a guy.” “You can do that?” he asked me, frowning. “Oh yeah. You felt it.” “When your ass got all slick,” he noted, now standing to his full height, and pulling his pants back into place. “Fuck, that sent me over the edge. I never felt anything like that before. And no girl has ever let me fuck them hard like that. Usually I’m so thick they suck me or jerk me until I’m close, then maybe they let me in just to finish.” He didn't have to bother telling me they also made him stretch a condom on, too. “I’ve only had one anal orgasm in my life and that was with a toy -and it was years ago,” I told him as we walked back to the front door. “Seriously, if you want to fuck me again, I’d love it.” He looked at me in disbelief. “Really? It’s that easy.” “Hey, it’s not like we’re dating. You need a hole to fuck, my ass is yours. Anytime.” He was shaking his head and smiling as he walked out back to work. “You gay guys sure do have it easy,” he said to me, and then he was gone. I didn't want to tell him that this was a very rare and extreme situation I was in with his crew. Though maybe I should have to ensure that he would come back to me for more. Better if he didn't go out looking for other guys to fuck if he knew I was a sure thing. The rest of the day went by with no one ringing my bell. The construction noise quit, and I sat down and enjoyed the peace and quiet. For about five minutes. And then the doorbell rang. I figured it was a neighbour or something, so I was stunned to find Dan standing before me, smiling but nervous. I didn’t even say anything, just stepping aside and allowing him in. While he dropped onto the sofa, I got him a beer. But I sat down to enjoy the rest of my wine rather than going right to his crotch, which was rapidly on the rise. “You don’t mind that I came back?” he asked. “Nope,” I told him simply. “I told you, you can fuck me any time.” He told me that he didn’t think anyone meant any harm by what they all started with me, first with the foreman, and then with him sending the new guy in. And that I didn’t need to do anything with any of them, that it all just lucked out that I was horny and willing and the heat was keeping them all hot and bothered, too. “It’s not like I do this sort of thing all the time,” I assured him. “But I will admit that if the opportunity presents itself like it did when the boss came in, I will happily take it.” “And it’s okay that the other guys now all want a crack at that ass?” he asked with a big grin. “This all seems really . . . unreal to me.” “I’d love it. Really. I’ll just make sure that I’m ready for them.” In other words, horny, in little clothing, and already cleaned out. “You don’t want to let everyone fuck you, though. I don’t think it is safe with a couple of the guys.” I didn’t question what he meant by that, simply telling him that I could handle whatever they threw my way. He laughed, shaking his head, and called me a whore, but in a very teasing way. I responded by dropping to the floor between his legs and getting my hands into his pants to release his rock hard dick. “I like that. Use me like a whore,” I told him as I engulfed his swollen meat all the way down to his musky pubes. He threw his head back and growled. I only got to spend a few minutes sucking him this time. Evidently he was hornier now than he was earlier. He stood up, pulling me up, too, and then came around behind me, bending me down onto the sofa, where he was presented with my ass. After a couple of quick pokes to feel that I was still quite wet, he immediately jammed about half of his hard length into me. With one more push he was balls deep. From there it was just a frenzy of skin, animal sex noises, and a lot of ‘fuck yeah!’s. He blasted another load up my ass about ten minutes later, and then pulled out and sat down to finish his beer. I noticed that his dick was still standing tall, it didn’t soften even in the slightest. “I take it you’re up for going again?” I laughed. “You need to go somewhere?” he asked, now looking worried that he was overstaying his welcome. What man in his right mind would ever think anything was more important that getting used by a hot looking man like him? “Nope. I’m all yours,” I assured him. He tilted his head and eyed me. “I can go a lot. When I was in my teens I could jack-off ten times a day and still have cum to shoot by the end. And I’ve been on a sort of dry spell for a few months, so I'm crazy horny.” “I’ll take whatever your balls can give me.” “In that case, I might be here all night,” he chuckled. “Fine,” I told him confidently. And just like that, I had myself an all night fuck. And he really did fuck me all night long. Basically in every room in the house. I’ve never met a man who could fuck and cum so much and still need to keep going. I was in pig heaven! Not only did he fuck me in the kitchen, front hallway, shower, laundry room, bedroom, living room again, but after we finally did fall asleep from total exhaustion, he woke me three times through the night and dumped more loads in me every time. We both slept like babies, and in the morning I made him breakfast and told him of a route through my backyard that would take him around the block to his car so the rest of the crew wouldn’t know he spent the night. He was okay with them knowing he’d fucked me yesterday, but it made things look very different that he’d spent the night. I’m actually not even sure if that was a worry of his, but I got it into my mind that it could be a sticky situation, so I made the suggestion first. Bill showed up at my door around mid-morning wearing a shit-eating grin as he strolled into my house again. I don’t know, maybe I’m an idiot, but I just couldn’t see any reason to say no to him. Or any of them, really. I’d gotten a good look at the entire crew through the window yesterday, and they were all attractive in their own way. Even the less attractive ones were hot to me. Maybe more. And there were a couple that looked quite rough that really seemed to get my blood pressure up. “So I heard that a couple of my guys did more than just feed you their loads yesterday. You okay with that?” Bill asked, talking to me like I was one of his employees. “Of course,” I told him. Clearly he was in semi-business mode. He obviously didn’t need any sort of complaint for inappropriate behavior. “Let’s just say that you guys have put me in a mood. So while you’re here, why don’t you just let them have some fun.” He frowned and shook his head. “Really? All of them? I’ve got a fifteen man crew out there. Are you seriously telling me that you would let all of them fuck you?” “Yes,” I told him without hesitation. “You know, word got around them pretty fast. Now they’re all fucking horny and not concentrating on their work,” he said. “So tell them if they don’t get their mind on the job, they don’t get any ‘rewards’,” I suggested. “I’m off work for the next couple of weeks, so I will be available any time.” He pondered this for a bit, and then was nodding. “Okay, if I can work it, they can visit you on their breaks, so we actually get this job done. If they’re doing a really good job, then they can come over at some other point in their shift. That could take up a lot of your day.” “It’s more than fine,”I assured him, noticing how his crotch was filling out before my eyes. “I think you’re going to need a little help with that.” He looked down at his bulge and just sort of grunted. “Later. I got to get them moving,” he said, turning and heading back out, not at all worried that he was sporting major wood. “I’ll be back once I get things on track here.” With that, a plan was set. And after I heard all of the machines doing their noise for a while, Bill was back. He was already opening his pants as I opened the front door. I like a man who doesn’t waste time. “So, you like to get fucked,” he said, walking past me as I closed the door behind him. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, quickly grabbing hold of me, spinning me around and yanking my shorts down over my ass. Within a matter of seconds he was buried in my hot ass, pounding away. “Yeah, you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” he growled. “Taking all of our dicks, huh? You like that? Slut?” His breath was hot on my right ear and I just love feeling a man that close while he’s fucking me. “Fuck yeah! I loved to get used like a whore. Fucking breed my ass!” I yelled back to him. It was a quick fuck, just him nailing me from behind right there in the entryway, both of our pants around our knees, rutting like animals. “Take that fucking cum, faggot!” he roared as he blasted my ass full of a very hot load of seed. We both pulled our bottoms back up, he slapped me on the butt and headed back to the door. “You might as well keep those shorts off -you’re going to be naked most of the time, anyway. Now that I know what a good fuck you are, I’ll make sure you get all the dick you can handle.” Just as he was stepping out the door he looked back at me and added, “And some maybe you can’t.” That was a bit ominous but also exciting. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and my hole was giving involuntary spasms at the thought of getting fucked again. Funny how you can go without and be mostly fine, but as soon as you get one dick in you, you want them ALL. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long -only about 10 minutes- before my next eager construction stud was ringing my doorbell. And so it went. For the entirety of the week, I had a steady stream of horned up, sweaty, dirty, musky men in and out of my house, giving me more loads that I could keep track of. A few were really clinging to their ‘straightness’ and would only let me suck them, but for the most part the rest wanted a bit of sucking to start and then a good fuck to finish. By Thursday night I had taken on all of the crew (at least once, some had repeats) except for the three rather rough looking ones. I figured they just weren’t interested. I didn’t sweat it, either way, because Dan seemed to be more than willing to take up the slack. He showed up after the crew left on Thursday, and I figured we were going to spend the night fucking like we had the other day. Fine by me. We started in the living room with me riding his lap on the couch, taking our time for a change, and talking a little. Just actually enjoying each other's company. “So what’s the deal with those other three guys?” I asked him. “The ones who haven’t come for a turn.” I had a feeling what it was, but I wanted to be sure. Somehow the prospect only made my ass hungrier. He took on a very serious face at this point. “I don’t think you want them. They’re trouble.” “How do you mean?” “I’m not totally certain, but I’m pretty sure they’re kind of fucked up. Like into hardcore stuff. The rest of the guys are just horny. But I’ve heard those three talking sometimes and they get into some twisted shit. I think they might have some STD’s, too.” My dick was shockingly steel hard hearing him talk about those guys. I probably shouldn’t want them, given that I’ve always managed to stay safe, but the thought of them using me was turning me the fuck on. To most people those guys might look a little rough or like trouble, but to me they looked like the porn stars that I always drool over. Rough and tough, hairy, hard all over, tattoos, probably pierced, too. The total porn stud package. Just thinking about them was sending me into overdrive. And Dan noticed, too. “Fuck, you are a pig! You actually like the idea of those three fucking you?” he asked as he drove his dick harder and deeper up into me, our fuck now getting more intense. I rode him harder, too. “I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, “But the idea of it has me so hot.” “Good thing we saved them for last, then. How about I tell them to come over after shift tomorrow. Everyone cuts out early Friday, anyway. I want to come and watch, if that’s okay.” “You know you’re always welcome here,” I told him adamantly. I meant that, too. Something different was happening with Dan. I could feel it, and I’m sure that he did, too. We were not just fucking. He had taken an interest in me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of me after I had a go with those three remaining guys. Would he think I’m too disgusting to fuck anymore? I pushed those thoughts out of my head. None of this had been expected, so any action is good action in my books. He slammed his beautiful cock deep into me and roared as he flooded me with more sperm. The thought of his cum in me, and those three rough looking guys fucking me with some sort of bugs, just sent me over the edge, and my dick exploded hands-free, firing a line of cum up Dan’s stomach and chest, right to his face. When we both settled down from our powerful orgasms, I saw all of the cum on Dan and leaned over and began licking it up. At first he leaned back just a little as I approached him, maybe he thought I was going to kiss him with cum on my lips? But then I started licking more cum up, trying to gather as much as possible in my mouth before I swallowed it. I managed to get his face, neck and chest cleaned while still impaled on Dan’s hard dick. And then he surprised me by grabbing me behind the neck and pulling my face to his, mashing our lips together. His tongue forced it’s way past my lips and he began licking and probing for my load. Fucking hell, I hadn’t expected this from such a butch looking man. We swapped spit and cum for at least five minutes, both of us enjoying this new intimacy, when suddenly I felt Dan’s dick throbbing in my ass again. That finally made me pull away from him. “Are you cumming again?” I asked. “I didn’t expect that, but fuck!” he yelled, riding the wave through his orgasm. “I never did anything like that before but it was so fucking hot my dick just went off.” Evidently he liked it, because he pulled me back to him and we made out for ages before he wanted to fuck again in a different room. We had definitely turned a corner and now Dan and I had gone into some other territory that I was not sure he wanted. Though he wasn’t shying away from it, either. We continued to kiss and fuck our way through the entire night again, and he added another load right before he headed out to work in the morning. That was when I knew that something was different, because he went out the front door, for all the guys to see. He still had on the same grungy clothes as the day before, but the rest of him obviously looked freshly showered. I heard the guys making dirty comments and just whooping it up that he’d spent the night fucking the whore. Hey, we both had big smiles on our faces, so who cares? I smiled to myself all day thinking Dan. Unexpectedly, I might have found something I hadn’t been looking for. Dan came in for his breaks, but we didn’t fuck, and none of the other guys came in, either. On his last break I mentioned it. “I was a little surprised that nobody came in to fuck me today since it’s the last day on site.” “Well, they all had their turns -except for Luke, Andy, and Rob for tonight.” “I guess I shouldn’t complain. I got more cock and cum this week than I have the past couple of years combined,” I laughed. I stared at him for a couple of minutes, but he was staring at the floor, deep in thought. Finally, he came to a decision. “I . . . I told the guys not to come in,” he told me, now looking me in the eyes. My stomach just sank when he said that. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, no. Just the opposite. This has been all so weird to me, but ever since that first day I can’t stop thinking about you. I never even considered being bi before we started working here, and now I can’t even get hard thinking about a woman. I only get hard when I think about you,” he confessed. I was shocked speechless. That’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. Yes, I knew I felt a strong connection, but he just jumped in the deep end. Most men in his position would spend their time denying it, pretending nothing ever happened, pretending we’d never met. Instead, he was coming out to me -and he never even knew he was gay before this week. Right away his posture dropped and he looked insecure. “Look, you know I’ve never done this stuff before. But I fuckin’ like you. A lot. And I think you like me.” “A lot,” I pointed out, and his face split with a huge grin of relief. It sounded to me like he was talking about a relationship, so I worried that I might not get a chance to sample the last three guys, the ones I was sure had some bugs to pass my way. Or, if they do, will he be still even like me? “The guys are still going to breed me tonight, right?” My mind was swirling. Things like this just never happened to a guy like me. And this hunk, only now realizing he is gay, could have literally any man he wanted. And he was saying he wanted me. “About that. It’s still on, but I have to tell you something. When I talked to them earlier and told them you wanted their loads, they mentioned that they all have HIV. They look healthy enough, but they said to tell you that they do shoot viral loads -whatever that means. I don’t know about all of this stuff, but I’m pretty sure it means you could get sick.” I had already figured that was the case, and I was still horny as hell to get their cum in me -as evidenced by the growing tent in my shorts. “I see that doesn’t turn you off the way I thought it might,” Dan laughed. “Then it’s on,” he told me, leaning over for a quick but strong kiss before returning to finish out the workday. Shortly after 4 pm all of the equipment had been taken away, the street cleaned, and most of the workers departed. The four remaining men moved their vehicles to my driveway and entered my house for a night I was not soon to forget.

Intro 3 The following Friday, Chris’ phone rang. It was Steve - “Chris, can you come to my office for a few minutes?” “Sure thing” Chris replied and went back to the production area. He knocked on Steve’s door and went inside. “Close the door, please” Steve said. “Ken reminded me of one thing we forgot to tell you and a question to ask. Uh… Its really hard to deal with condoms on a trip like this since we need to collect all the trash we make, so everyone fucks raw” Steve said. "Oh… uh… yeah, I guess that makes sense. My ex and I used to fuck bareback too, well until I found out he was cheating on me” Chris replied. “Obviously, since you’re the new guy, we need to make sure that you don’t have anything that the rest of us can catch” Steve said. “I just got tested so I’m ok. It’s good to know you guys check this stuff out. It reminds me of the stuff I need to deal with when I start dating again” Chris said. “Yeah, you can’t be too careful. You might want to think about getting on prep after the trip, that way there’s one less thing to worry about. Can you swab your gums with this test kit just to be sure?” Steve said. “Uh… ok. Yeah, prep is probably a good idea since I want to be a lot more active than I have been” Chris said as he took the stick and swabbed before handing it back to Steve. “Thanks. 1 week to go. By the way, you ended up in the van with PJ, Danny, Eric and Colin who will be your tent mate. He was last year’s newbie so he can answer any questions you might have” Steve explained. “Eric? As in that Eric?” Chris said, pointing toward the production area. “Yeah, that one. A friend of his is going too, but he’s meeting us there since he lives near the river” Steve replied. As soon as Chris left his office and he had the test results, Steve sent a message to Ken - “newbie neg, no prep.” The week went by quickly and Chris got several messages telling him what to bring, all of which seemed normal for a summer time camping trip. He bought a few things like a new sleeping bag, bug spray, and sunscreen. The rest of the stuff like swimsuits, t-shirts, sweatpants and a rain poncho he already had. He added a douche bulb so he could clean out, since he didn’t like bottoming with a dirty hole. Danny dropped off a dry sack on Friday and told him everything he brought along needed to fit inside it. “Be ready at 3am on Monday morning. We’ll pick you up at your place” Danny said, grinning at Chris.

part 1 having visited entourage on a previous trip, I decided on this years journey to vegas I would try out hawk's, the similar establishment oddly located in the same plaza. Having cut way down on sex in the past months, I was ridiculously horny when I arrived, sometime around midnight on a weekday. I was disappointed at first, the large playroom in the back, while full of interesting things like cages and a raised area, was deserted. In fact almost all of the public spaces were empty, and the few open rooms were occupied by men already in progress. I felt a bit let down, so I went into the sauna area to relax. Inside was an older gentleman, about 50, who chatted a bit before moving closer to gauge my reaction. I was tired of waiting and figured I could stand a no if he wasnt interested and grabbed his cock. Thankfully he didnt mind at all, and leaned back as I jerked him hard. I suggested we leave the steam room, and we found our way to one of the darkrooms along the hall. I didnt waste any time and got his cock in my mouth as fast as I could. it was only about 7 inches long, but fat and meaty, with a nice amount of give, a great cock for fucking. He quickly pulled me up and started playing with my nipples and grabbing my ass, before turning me and bending me over onto the couch nearby. My ass was already lubed, I didnt have a condom in hand and neither did he, and i dont think either of us cared as he pushed his cock up my ass. With poppers, being crazy horny, and him having such a nice cock, it was a nice smooth push with no pain. His cock bottomed out and I moaned with ecstacy, he felt incredible. He pumped my ass for a few minutes, having me drool into the couch, when another bottom came in with a top and bent over next to me. Both of us began grunting and moaning as we were fucked, and the new top asked my top if he wanted to switch. It got a bit awkward, as the other bottom demanded my top rubber up, but I got crazy turned on as his top saw my ass and took his condom off! He didnt even ask me at all just took his place behind me and stuck his cock in me. he was longer and thicker, and I grunted with the effort of fitting him. My previous top lost his wood and left, and the now empty bottom watched as I got fucked hard by the man who brought him there. My fucker demanded I beg for him to "breed my pussy" which I did nice and loud cause dirty talk turns me on, especially in public. He pulled out and I felt one of my favorite sensations, a load of cum leaking out of my ass down my legs. It was warm against my skin and I felt so incredibly hot as he stepped away from my cummy ass. A man I hadnt seen approach stuck his finger in my ass, and I instantly blurted out I wanted his cock in me. My previous top told him to fuck my pussy raw, and cheered him on as he stuck his small cock up into me. He started cumming incredibly fast and I just said thank you over and over as he slowly pumped the last of it in. I stood up and the man who had made best use of me grabbed me and asked me if I wanted his help being slutty. I had cum actively dripping out of me, he was well built and easily 3 inches above my 6feet, I melted into him and said id love his help. He grabbed me firmly by the back of my neck, and led me out of the room like it was a leash, it was unexpected, rough, rude and I fucking loved it, he wouldnt even let me put my towel back on. He led me down the hall to an open room with a man jerking off in it, and bluntly asked if he wanted to use my pussy. The man in the room was short, fat, very hairy, and had a small stubby cock, id have turned him down on my own, but I was put against the wall and told to beg for his cum, so I did. It took a minute for him to line himself up, but he came in seconds, and I found a vicelike grip on my neck pulling me out of the room. Ive been fucked by gross men plenty, normally when cock craved, and I always feel filthy, which only turns me on more. I got excited in the next doorway, it was a big cock on a muscular man, but he wasnt interested. The next was a black man with an average cock, who wanted to use a rubber, but the man holding my neck told him no condoms and we moved on. In the back room area I was put in the sling, though it was still a ghosttown. I was told to stay, and my new owner left, I soon found out to get cock.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. Intro 1 It was late on a Friday afternoon and Chris had to run some designs back to the production area. He grabbed the folder and headed back knowing he would get at least a few lewd comments. He was a little surprised when all he got were regular “Hi Chris” and “How ya doin, Chris?” He wondered if everyone knew that he had broken up with his boyfriend earlier that week and were being overly polite. Chris was out to his co-workers and it seemed that no one had an issue with it, unlike his last job. He walked into Steve’s office and said “Hi Steve, here are the final designs for the Johnson project. Let me know when you can schedule it so I can let the client know.” “Sure thing, Chris. Thanks for getting those changes done so quick” Steve replied. “No problem” Chris said and turned to go back to his desk. “Hey, Chris. A few of us are heading over to the Grey Owl Pub after work if you want to join us” Steve said. Chris stopped and turned back, thinking about it a few seconds before saying “Ah, OK. I might stop by. Nothing else to do tonight.” Chris finished the rest of his work that afternoon and looked up to see 5:40PM on his computer clock. He put everything away and grabbed his nearly empty backpack. He walked out the door and stopped. “Left to the bar or right to the train?” he thought. Turning left, he told himself that a pint or two couldn’t hurt. He walked into the pub and looked around for the guys from work. Steve, Danny & PJ (two more of Steve’s workers) and another guy who seemed to be close to Steve’s age were at a table in the corner. If it had been a gay bar, Chris would have assumed it was two daddies and their boys, but it wasn’t and he knew Steve was divorced with a son who was about five years younger than Chris’s 28 years. He walked up to the table to say ‘hi’ and see if anyone else needed a drink. Everyone said their “hi’s” and Steve introduced the stranger as a friend of his, Ken. PJ put his arm around Chris’ shoulder and said “I heard you had a rough week. Let me get you a beer.” “Thanks, PJ. A pint of IPA, please” Chris replied. As PJ headed to the bar, Chris felt PJ’s hand rub down his back and across his ass. He wasn’t sure if he should read anything into it or if it was an accident. PJ came back from the bar and set a pint down in front of Chris. He raised his glass and said “To Fridays” as a toast. Everyone tapped their glasses and took a sip. Chris felt PJ’s arm around his back and his hand resting on his hip. It was a little tight to fit five at the small round table, but this seemed a bit unnecessary. He looked at PJ and PJ smiled back at him. The conversation seemed to be all over the place - what everyone was doing that weekend, the baseball standings, the new blonde receptionist, etc. When there was a lull in the conversation Ken turned to Steve and said “Have you found someone to take the last spot on the trip? We only have two weeks until we leave.” “No, not yet. It’s hard to find someone that’s into that mix of activities and can get away for four days” Steve said. Everyone but Chris laughed and Chris wondered what was so funny. PJ squeezed Chris gently and said “How about you, Chris? Do you like canoeing and camping?” Steve looked at PJ with a stern look and then back at Chris, smiling before he said “Well?” “Uh… My ex only liked four and five star places so I haven’t camped in a few years. I used to kayak some in college, but that’s been over six years too. Why?” asked Chris. “We have a yearly canoe trip that some of us do. It’s a private trip and we like to keep the details secret. No one can tell anyone what happens, except each other, obviously. If we tell you a little bit, can you promise that you’ll keep it between us?” Steve asked Chris. “Yeah, sure” Chris replied, now curious as to what a bunch of straight guys camping would want to keep secret. “We drive up early in the morning and then load the canoes. It takes four days to get to the end where they pick us up and drive us back to our cars. We camp on sandbars in the river, a couple guys are in charge of food, a couple take care of stuff to drink. We all have fun, party, and… uh…" Ken said looking around to see if anyone was within earshot "and fuck" Ken said.

Trevor is totally straight, never sucked, touched or even attempted to be with a guy. He got plenty of action being 29 5'11 blonde, blue eyed, muscled athletic body, tatted sleeve on his left arm and a few other tats along with model looks. He got hit on a lot by guys and over the years there were a few times he fantasized about what it would be like to have a guy suck hid big dick (9") and a few guys he even thought about fucking. Young guys with bubble butts who hit on him but he never acted on any of that. He knew he was straight and he only wanted pussy! Trevor was in San Diego for work for a week, there was a gym right down the street so he paid a week membership and hit the gym after checking in to his room. There were only guy in the gym no women, he was a bit bummed. He had hoped he would be able to pick up a local hottie to fuck in his hole. He got lots of attention in his shorts with his bulge showing. Most of the guy in the gym seemed to be gay with the exception of two others and himself. There was a attractive Latin Military guy and a college guy both 5'8 the Latin was all muscled up and a big fat ass. The dark haired thin college guy was thin everywhere but his bubble butt. Trevor worked out but drifted off a few time thinking about both of them sucking him off him fucking their ass. Working out always made him horny. Neither of the guy every made an attempt to hit on Trevor and one left and the other hit the locker room. There were two gay guys who followed him in to the locker room so I decided to finish my workout and head back to the hotel and rub one out. Trevor passed the front desk and there was an envelope there with his agreement and pass etc. When he got back to the hotel there was a note in envelope. It just had a website address on it. StraightnHorny.us. He laid it on desk with the agreement and took a shower and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Grabbed his laptop and checked his mail and then grabbed the note and typed in the website. It had men and women at the top and several articles about why sex is just sex. One talked about gay men fucking pussy and the other on the front talked about how Straight men sometime just need no strings hook ups and using a gay guy to get off is like jacking off and using your hand. Just read more and then as he scrolled down there were videos of straight guy getting head from gay guys. Fuck he thought, that is hot as fuck. His dick was getting hard and he pulled it out from the leg and started rubbing it. He watched each of the videos and he was convinced he should seriously consider letting a dude blow him. He then notice a link all the way down at the bottom and he hit it and it opened a Blow and Go site. There were three options, Service, Glory Hole and Cum Dumps. He hit the Service and lots of ads popped up with pictures of guys who wanted to service straight guy. Trevor thought not sure about this as he glanced thought the pictures but he opened one that said Bi guy to service straight dick. The guy definitely is the kind of guy he would hang out with back home and search for pussy. He hit him up and said Straight guy here for the week and looking to be serviced. Never had a guy suck my dick before but always thought about it. He scrolled thought and ended up comping and pasting the same message. Four emails went out and he sat back wondering how this all worked. While he went back to the other site and clicked a box that said ask a straight guy anything. In the bio the guy said he started to site to help straight guys. Trevor clicked it and a live chat came up and the guy text "hey straight guy" Welcome to the site and I am here to answer any questions. Trevor - Hey is this site for real? Mike - Yes, absolutely. It was created to help straight guy remove barriers. Just because you let a dude service or you get off an a woman's pussy or ass for gay guys it does not change your sexuality and who you are. It took me a long time to realize this and this is my way of giving back. Trevor - Dude, that is amazing. I love pussy but I have to admit that I have thought about getting head from a guy and if this works out it will be my first time. Any advice, not sure how to get it rolling if one of the guy hits me up and I have him over to the hotel. Mike - Just be clear about what you want, for instance if you want to open the door and let the guy in with no small talk, have him unbutton your pants and pull them down and fish out your dick and start servicing you or say to follow you to a chair and you take off your towel or open your robe etc. Tell the guy if you need him to swallow your load, do you like your balls licked, ass eaten. You do not have to leave anything to chance. Just be clear about what all you want. Trevor - Fuck that makes total sense. I can do that! Damn, so these guy will lick balls and eat ass too? I love my hole eaten. Mike - Not everyone is into it but if you tell them what you want up front you will get it if they are into it. Trevor - Thanks man, hope one of the guys hits me back. Mike - They will, hit me up and let me know how it goes. Trevor went back to answering emails and checked his private account every few minutes to see if any of the guys answered.

Just recently moved to a new town, it's a small conservative place and I was very nervous that I wouldn't find what I need here....have met a few guys since moving in, all were nice, but very plain and all safe...this past weekend things took a turn. I took off work early on Friday and hooked up with this tall dark skin dude with great dick and a big load he wanted to put in my ass. One thing led to another, he turned out to be a connect for something I haven't done in quite a while...by Sunday evening, I had taken 14 BBC some only orally, but most in the ass too. I got stretched and loaded up all weekend, here and even visited a nearby larger city. I made notes about each encounter and would love to share more if anyone is interested...If so, I will open a thread in the backroom due to some of the content. Let me know.

So last night I messaged a dom daddy to see about hooking up we both agreed and plans were set in motion. He came to my place got there about 8pm. We started with taking hits off the pipe with T. Then I got down and started sucking his cock. Then I got up on the couch where I assumed the position. He slid in me hole and started to fuck me. Thourgh out the time he was fucking my hole we would take hits of T. I love having his cock in my ass, I love the way it feels and how the T opens me up to where he can just slid in and have his way with me hole. I told him my hole belonged to him and he could have his way fucking and abusing my hole. I know at one point he had pulled out and pretty much had his fist in my hole, because of how open i am. With him fucking me I have cock to realize I love having bbc in me. So i told him that my hole is made for bbc and that bbc is they only way for me now. I also told him that i am a cumdump for bbc. All this while he was fucking my hole and us watching porn and taking the occasional hit of T. He didnt leave my place till about 6am. I can tell you I'm disappointed that he didnt shoot his loads in my hole either time. I can say it was a good time had by both of us. I cant wait till next time and excited to start my new journey taking more and more bbc

Part 5: New Life As I sat on the couch Daddy pulled a huge diamond ring from the bag. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I didn’t hesitate. I said yes as he slid the ring on my finger. He also put a purple collar around my neck that had a tag that said Daddy’s Boi. He stood up and ordered me onto my knees. He took his clothes off and slid his limp cock into my mouth and began pissing down my throat. I swallowed every drop. He finished peeing but held his cock in my mouth. I knew what he wanted so I started sucking his cock to life. In no time he was hard and after a few minutes of giving him a blowjob he bent me over the couch and thrust his cock in my ass. Damn Daddy had stamina. I didn’t realize older men could fuck this much. He fucked me hard and fast like a cheap whore. It felt wonderful. I started cumming but I wasn’t hard which was strange. Daddy felt my ass muscles tighten around his cock from my orgasm which sent him over the edge. He shot several huge shots of cum in my ass. When he finished he sat on the couch and had me clean his cock with my mouth. I savored the taste of all the cum I had gotten and my ass juices on his cock. He stayed hard while I cleaned his cock which I took my sweet time cleaning Daddy. After about 30 minutes of cleaning his cock I was rewarded with him cumming down my throat. I savored his cum momentarily before he washed down with another round of piss down my throat. Daddy was totally spent by now so he asked me to fix him a glass of water. Before giving Daddy the water he told me to get on my knees and present it to him. I was told I would be on my knees at all times unless otherwise instructed. I said yes Daddy and did as I was told. Once he finished the water he had me crawl into the bedroom and await further instructions. I again said yes Daddy and crawled into the bedroom. As Daddy entered the room he asked me if I enjoyed the way my life was turning out. I said yes Yes Daddy. He told me that with such a small penis it wasn’t good for anything other then peeing. He then asked me to think very hard about what he was going to ask me and he would respect my wishes either way. Daddy asked me if I would consider castration to show I’m nothing but a total bottom. I didn’t hesitate. I said yes Daddy immediately and I wanted it done. The sooner the better. He smiled and said Good Boi. Honestly I had wanted my balls removed for quite some time because I knew my penis was no use to anyone. Daddy then did something on his phone and then put it away. Later I would learn what and who he had messaged. Daddy then got dressed and then went into another closet and came back out with a purple satin robe. High heels. And a pair of purple panties. He told me to get up and put everything on and walk back into the living room. I had a little difficulty walking in the heels but Daddy had me practice walking around in the room until I got used to them. After several minutes I could actually walk pretty well in them. He then took my hand and walked me out to the car in broad daylight. He opened the door for me and before I got in Daddy kissed me very passionately so anyone could see. He broke the kiss and helped me into the car. He then walked to the other side and got in. Once he shut the door he pulled his cock out and told me to suck his cock while we headed to our destination. As I started sucking his cock he backed out of the driveway and off we went. After cumming twice already Daddy wasn’t anywhere near cumming. I don’t know which way we headed but after about 45 minutes we arrived at a home that looked like it belonged to someone who definitely had money. Daddy had me quit sucking him and then helped me out of the car. As we walked up to the door Daddy commented on how well I was walking in the heels. I smiled and gave him a very deep passionate kiss. As the door opened I realized this was not an ordinary house. I would leave this house very differently than I walked in.

It is affecting my sex life, Not because I am scared of getting it but because if I got it everyone I work with would also need to be quarantined and that us nearly 2000 people. I dont want that on myself and my mum is 86. I dont someone to give it to her, therefore I need to do the right thing. I think this is not like bugchasing at all really, cause with that you are wanting sperm deeply inside of you that other men have had,Hard to explain, but I don]t think it is necessarily a death wish. This coronavirus is something entirely else

Been watching a lot of videos on pornhub of guys getting catfished at these gloryholes, so I decided to try it myself. Posted an ad on Doublelist that we were a a married couple, (said I was and my husband wanted to watch men get serviced and bred. So my husband and I got a room for the night, and decided to make a makeshift gloryhole with some cardboard tape, and started to arrive. We started getting ready, while my husband sat in the room, to make sure no one kicked my ass. I got about 15 replies, with 10 who showed, so this was a pretty good night. First guy arrived, and quickly pulled his dick out. I started sucking his dick, and that just drove him wild. Pre cum just oozing out. I started sucking, and he close almost immediately. He was talking very dirty, and what he wanted to do to my cunt. All of a sudden he nuts, gets dressed and left. waited about 15 minutes until the next guy arrived. He was nerdy, had a dad boing on going for him. His dick was huge. Too big for a guy this size, but I took it like a champ. He fucked me almost nonstop. I counted 3 loads, but he said he fucked 5 loads into me. After he left, my husband came over to check out my hole. It was gaping. My hole was so stretched out and swollen, he could see the cum in me. To be continued...

I just got on Prep to take away that worry

Thank-you, precumlvr! And thanks to everyone who is enjoying this. The next part will be up within the next couple of days. It's about to get a little darker . . .

I could not have said this better. LOVE LOVE LOVE the scent and taste of sweaty, musky manass...the furrier, the better

Dom was waiting and not patiently when Rod came to the door. When the door opened, Rod beheld the naked Dom in all his glory. Fully hard, looked like he was leaking. Dom said, "Get in here, bitch. Jerry will be right back, he's gone for a few supplies. We're going to have a smoke." Rod said that he didn't smoke and Dom said you will this and you will love it. Dom produced a glass pipe, inserted some sort of pebble and used a torch to heat it. smoke rose from the heat, no flame. Dom took a deep breath, held it, then with his mouth on Rod's, blew that smoke into Rod's mouth. Dom dropped the pipe, held Rod's nostrils and mouth shut. Rod thought he would pass out and Dom released him. The smoke came out. Dom said, "Now, you are going to take a hit." Rod moved his hands away from his cock and balls for the hit. "Idiot, Dom said, a hit of this." Dom heated the pipe, the smoke rose, and Dom said, "bitch, suck it in deep and don't let it out until I tell you." It seemed like forever. Finally he was allowed to release the smoke. Dom looked him in the face, said, "Newbie, you are ready. Your eyes tell the story, big pupils. How do you feel." Rod answered, "Funny, woozie. I think, I never felt this way since I had the flu." You ready to do anything I tell you, Rod only nodded. Say it. "Yes, Sir," Rod answered. At that point, Jerry came in. "How much did you give him? He's just a beginner." Jerry asked. Dom said, "Just a few hits." Jerry looked in Rod's eyes. He looks pretty far gone. Butch and Mac will be here soon. Jerry told Dom, he better take the ass first. Dom didn't need to be told twice. Jerry took photos. Dom pounded his cock and that ass and Rod moaned. When Dom pulled out he went around to face and stuck his cock balls deep in Rod's throat. Rod nursed it. Jerry entered Rod in one thrust. He wasn't finished when Butch and Mack arrived. They couldn't believe their luck. The hot jock was taking cock. Both stripped and started rubbing their big manhood's. Mac was big but a little smaller so Butch told him to go first. Butch dumped a 4 day load in Rod's hot ass, spanking him and shouting ride'em cowboy. Butch used his cock to slap Rod's ass, entered slowly, as Rod moaned. When Butch dumped his load, Jerry produced a buttplug.. He slid it in Rod's ass. "Butch, did you bring the stuff?" Jerry asked. Butch produced a small syringe, peele off the wrapping, fresh and new, took out a bottle, put just a little in the syringe. He gave Rod a shot in his big leaking cock. That cock shriveled fast. It was nub in not time. Jerry pulled out the tiny nub cage he had picked up. Put it on Rod and locked it in place. The lock was huge and would bulge in Rod's pants. "You think he will want more," Butch asked. "He'll be back," Jerry answered. Rod was beginning to come back to reality. Jerry had pictures of all of them fucking Rod, a few vids with sound. The told him to get dressed. He would only be allowed to take piss tomorrow was the order. Rod asked, "What about the next day?" They sent him home.

By afternoon, Rod's balls really hurt, but he took the car home, walked to the gym, Rushed thru his routine. He decided not to shower. He headed for Jerry's for at least an hour before work. When he arrived, he knocked but another guy opened the door. "You Rod," he asked. Rod didn't know what to do and answered, "Yes." Jerry appeared. He was wearing his robe. The guy was wearing only jeans shorts. Jerry said, "Get in here, bitch, and let me check out those nuts." "Right here, Rod asked" "Why not. This is my friend Dom. Dom Rod, Rod Dom. Now get those clothes off bitch. I want to check out the progress on those balls." Rod was a little nervous but did as he was told. To the shower, Rod. Dom went with them. Rod said, "I got a treat for you, Roddie baby, Dom and I been saving our piss for you all day. I bragged on you, you won't let me down will you?"" Rad was taken aback, but he did as he was told. First Jerry emptied his bladder, not slowing, Rod had to gulp to keep for letting any slip out. Dom stepped up and Rod took that hose too. Dom said, "Well trained, Jerr, good job on this one." Rod felt so full. He belched a few times excusing himself. Dom laughed. JeRrry said show, Dom that cock and those balls. The balls were trapped and were not pink but dark red. Dom produced a knife and cut the sisal cord. He unraveled it slowly. Rod couldn't decide whether having the cord on or taking it off hurt more. When Dom looked at that little funnel, he looked at Jerry. Jerry said, "First surgery complete, Dom. Successful, I'l say. Pull it out Dom." Dom did. Rod moaned. Dom said, "it appears to be healed enough that it won't heal closed again. Good work, Jerr." Then Dom hit Rod square in the balls with his fist. Rod almost fell over. Jerry grabbed him to hold him up. Dom then began slapping Rods' cock. It hurt, but Rod's cock got rock hard. Dom looked at Jerry and said, "bring me that bottle I brought." Time was passing, Rod knew he had to be at work and said he would have to go soon. Dom, opened the bottle pulled Rod's cock open and poured in a lot of red. Rod's cock was on fire. Then He told Rod to shower. Jerry said, "You will come back after work for another hour." Rod said, "What will I tell my parents?" Dom scoffed and said, "Bitch you'll think of something. You are going to take my cock tonight." Rod went to work with a burning cock. It stayed rock hard all night. He was grateful to put the closed sing in the door and turn out the lights. He was on his way to Jerry's. More to cum

Took a load from a trucker in back of his truck in North Kansas City at the Flying J. Fucking HOT trucker bear.

Day 1, Pt 4 “OK, men. Everyone knows the rules. The newbie is to be used by all of you at least once per day, after the first day. The newbie cannot refuse a request unless it is dangerous or he is otherwise busy. No one is to injure the newbie or prevent others from using the newbie. No cum is to be wasted, it must be shot inside, either orally or anally. And finally, have fun!” Ken said, the seriousness in his voice disappearing for the last sentence. They got up and headed back toward the canoes. Colin had other ideas, though. “Newbie. On your knees” Colin said. Chris looked back and realized that this was just the beginning. He pushed his shorts back off and got on all fours. A few of the other guys stopped to watch. Colin spit on Chris’ ass a couple times and then on his cock. He crouched down and forced his cock into Chris’ tight hole. Chris tried to relax, but Colin seemed to be as unskilled an ass fucker as he was a cocksucker. Finally, Colin’s cock popped inside. “More spit” Chris said and felt two more globs of spit hit his hole. Colin pulled out and shoved the spit inside, along with half of his six inch shaft. Colin sawed back and forth awkwardly and then began to pick up speed. Chris felt Colin’s hands grasp his hips and pull them back as he shoved forward. A few minutes later, Chris started to fuck himself back onto Colin’s cock. He kept waiting to hear or feel Colin getting close, but the awkward thrusting continued. After a few more minutes he gave a couple quick squeezes with his sphincter and felt Colin start to orgasm. “FUCK!” Colin screamed out as his cock started to shoot his seed into Chris’ hole. Colin pulled his cock out and pulled up his shorts. “I cum when I want to cum, newbie” Colin said. “Apparently not” Chris said as he stood up, sliding his shorts back up. He heard a few snickers from the guys that had watched him get fucked. “Hold still. I need to add my mark” Colin said, taking a sharpie out of his pocket and drawing a mark on Chris’ shoulder. Chris was surprised how being used as a bottom slut turned him on, but as his dick hardened, he felt the cage constrain it and it got painful quickly. They walked back and pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in.

Intro 2 Chris’s jaw dropped as he heard the last word. He looked around the table trying to imagine them all fucking. He always thought that PJ was cute - from his dark red hair, bushy beard, and muscled arms down to his bubble butt and thick legs. He never really had looked at Danny too closely since he really wasn’t his type - a mid-thirties bear with dark hair that seemed to be everywhere. Steve was a tall late forties dad who kept himself in decent shape but other than a few tattoos was pretty bland. He was pretty sure that all of his co-workers were straight as an arrow. Ken had a shaved head, trimmed beard that had some gray in it and a muscled upper body. Chris could see that Ken had both arms covered to the wrist with ink and several piercings in his ears. He could easily envision Ken at a gay leather bar, but those weren’t the types of places that he hung out at. “It’s all guys, right?” Chris asked after a moment. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Danny asked, grinning. “Hell, no. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you guys went that way” Chris replied. He heard a couple guys chuckle. “There’s one thing… If you go, you would be the newbie and that means that you haven’t earned the right to fuck. Only get fucked. I don’t know what you prefer so that might be a deal breaker” Steve said. “No, I’m vers so that’s not a problem” Chris said, surprising himself at how easy it was to tell his co-workers how he fucked. They had taken a big chance telling him about them fucking, so this seemed insignificant. “So, are you interested?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I think so… I kinda need to move on in my life and do new things. I hope it doesn’t turn into Deliverance though, hehe. I just need to ask my boss on Monday if I can have the time off” replied Chris, wondering if he was making a hasty decision. It did seem to be a good way to forget about his ex. He felt PJ squeeze his ass cheek a couple times and his cock twitched. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. Now, remember, no word to anyone else at work about this. If anyone asks, you’re going camping with some friends, OK?” Steve said. “I understand” Chris answered. PJ and Danny went to the bar and came back with a round of drinks. They made a toast to the trip. PJ leaned in and said “You’re gonna have a great time, I know it. It’s gonna be a trip to remember.”

***Thanks for the positive feedback, guys. it's been a long time since I posted a story on here so it is greatly appreciated. And the story continues . . .*** Part Two “Yesterday you said you would do anything I wanted if we cut out early. Time to pay up,” he told me, strolling into the living room and plopping his perfect muscular ass down onto my sofa. The nerve of this guy! Okay, that feeling didn’t stay with me more than a millisecond. How could I possibly refuse a man like him? I’m considered ‘cute’ I suppose, certainly no hunk or stud, so it just never occurred to me that a man like him would give me a sideways glance. I followed him in and just stared into his deep dark eyes for a moment, unsure how to proceed. “My wife, she hates sucking my dick or licking my balls. I’ve heard stories how you guys are better at it anyway, so how ‘bout it?” It was more of a statement than question, given that he spread his legs wide to practically beam a spotlight on that very proportionate looking bulge in his jeans. Apparently everything about this man is big. I don’t need to be told twice, I was down on my knees faster than you can see ‘swallow!’. At first I just stuck my face into his denim clad bulge, getting a good sniff. And then I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing not only a lack of underwear but also a very choice cut of meat. Again I stuck my face in for a good sniff, his musky balls working on me like an aphrodisiac -every nerve ending in my body and brain lit up like a Christmas tree! I helped him shuffle a bit to pull his pants down enough to release his balls as well, and then got to licking. I gave him a good tongue bath, as he sat with his head thrown back and groaning, and then licking my way up his now towering 8 ½ thick inches, to a beautiful mushroom head. After licking his entire shaft, I set to work on swallowing him. I slurped and licked and sucked my way down that big piece of dick. Luckily he was inexperienced with men and just let me take the reins, so I was able to go at my own pace, which allowed me to comfortably take his entire thick length right down to his pubes. “Fuck!” he growled once I did that. “Oh, fuck, I never knew . . . feels so good,” he mumbled, feeling so good that words were escaping him. I bobbed and slurped, licked and sucked for at least twenty minutes before he grabbed me by the ears to get me to look up at him. “I’m about ready to blow. You swallow?” he asked, which I just nodded ‘yes’ with my mouth still full. He threw his head back and let out a roar as his balls jumped in my hand and emptied their cargo into my hungry mouth. His orgasm went on for at least two minutes, his dick constantly throbbing more pulses of cum onto my tongue. It was awesome. By the time he recovered and caught his breath, I was licking my chops, very satisfied with my mid-morning snack. “That was awesome,” he complimented. “You suck really good dick.” “Thanks, I try,” I replied bashfully. “You have a beautiful dick.” “What to suck it again?” he asked. “Fuck yeah! Anytime,” I told him sincerely. He returned to work and I did some of my own work around the house, barely able to stop thinking about the studly construction worker I’d sucked off. I couldn’t help but wonder how open minded he might be. Just in case he came back today, I decided to douche out. If I’m lucky at all, he’ll want more. Sure enough, about an hour later the doorbell chimed. I was surprised to see another member of the construction crew standing before me. Also over six feet, kind of a rugby player sort of build (which I’ve always had a weakness for) with very dark curly short hair, black eyes and dark hair on all of his body that was exposed. The definition of a stud. “Hi?” I began, completely unsure what to say. “Hey, Bill, my foreman, told me I should come in here to get a little reward for all of my hard work,” he told me a little bashfully. At that moment we both looked over his shoulder as all of the guys burst out laughing at him, and I saw his cheeks flame red with embarrassment. “Oh, very funny!” he yelled back to them, turning to leave -and possibly kick some butt. Aside from the fact that he was so unbelievably hunky, that bit of vulnerability he’d show with that blush of embarrassment lit some sort of fire in me. Plus, if he’s open-minded enough to come to my door for his ‘reward’, who am I do deny? Rather than be embarrassed that Bill (as I now knew his name) had told everyone I sucked his dick, I decided to own it, reaching out and yanking the hunk by the arm back towards the house. “What are you doing?” he asked, stumbling as I pulled. “Giving you a reward for those dicks trying to humiliate you. Or maybe me. Either way, come on,” I told him, with one final yank getting him over the threshold and slamming the door shut. “Want a beer?” I asked him. “Since I’m out there sweating like a pig, that sounds great,” he replied, glancing around the hallway a little nervously. He followed me back to the kitchen and I pointed out a bar stool for him to take a seat. After handing him the beer, which he quickly upended for a long guzzle, I spun the stool away from the counter so that I could have access to him. “Look, you don’t have to . . .” he began, clearly unsure what to do. I looked him in the eyes for a hard second, and then asked, “Are you uncomfortable?” He kind of frowned and thought about it and then looked a little surprised with himself. “No,” he told me confidently. Logically, how could he be? He was now in the air conditioning, about to get his dick sucked, and drinking a beer at eleven in the a-m. “Good,” I said, reaching out and taking hold of his jeans to get them undone. “Just sit back and enjoy your reward.” After another swig of his beer, he seemed to relax into the situation and hunched his hips forward, allowing me full access to him. From there, I got him unbuttoned and unzipped, and hefted out a mouthwatering 9 inches of deliciousness. I took pleasure and my time devouring his sausage, causing him to grunt and groan for a while, before he got bolder and started rubbing my back as I bent over his crotch. As the minutes ticked on, with me slobbering and slurping over him, his hands moved further along my back until it was my turn to be surprised when he began to work his fingers down inside my nylon shorts to begin playing with my hungry hole. I didn’t need another hint. I took my mouth off of his dick and asked him if he wanted to fuck me, which he readily agreed. So I led him down to the bedroom, his hard dick bobbing out in front of him, and had him lay on the bed, where I stripped his pants off completely. Thankfully I’d cleaned out, so I wasn’t wasting any time. I climbed on top of him, and guided his big dick head to my hole and slowly descended onto him. By now we were both groaning. He told me he’d never done anything with a guy before, let alone fuck anyone’s ass. But that it felt amazing. I told him that his dick inside of me felt amazing, too. I was so glad that he’d been worked up enough to not even question me about condoms, as I gave him no choice, anyway. I was already impaled and riding hard, loving every raw inch and second of it. I had already been sucking him for quite a while so I didn’t figure the fuck would last very long, but I was determined to get the most of it. He surprised me after a while when he reached up and began to pinch and tug on my nipples. At first it felt really good and got me to ride him harder, but then it got almost painful as he was pulling on them hard. That’s when I realised he wasn’t actually pulling them to hurt me, he was trying to guide me to bend over him, so as I leaned down, relieving the pain, he hunched up and kissed me. Surprise of surprises! He reached a hand around the back of my head and pulled my face down to his, our tongues mashing and twisting in a hot wet dance, all while he rammed up into my ass. At this point he really took over the fuck. He didn’t release me after our lips met. Our mouths were joined for the next several minutes as he pounded up into me and then growled into my mouth as he emptied his balls into my ass. Fuck yeah! He gave me his load. After several minutes, his balls had run dry and his dick eased out of my hole, and he released his hold on my neck. As I sat up, I think the reality of what he’d done sank in and he looked torn. He frowned at me, shaking his head. “Sorry, I don’t usually . . . I mean, I’ve never kissed a guy before. But I love kissing when I cum, so I guess some part of me took over-” “Hey, don't worry about it. I loved it!” I told him. “Really?” he asked, his face lit up now. “Your dick felt great in my ass. You can fuck me any time you want,” I told him, now climbing off of him. Between his boss and him, I was hoping to get a lot of cum for the duration of their job on my street. He got dressed and I walked him to the door. Before heading out he turned around and asked, “Did you mean that?” “What?” I asked. “About fucking you again?” he asked, really nervous about making a fool of himself. How anyone that masculine and hunky and sexy could ever feel that way is beyond me. “Absolutely!” I gushed. “Any time. I love taking loads. The more, the better.” He nodded at me and headed out. I wondered if I’d gone too far about telling him that I love taking so many loads in me. Might be the stuff that freaks a straight guy out. ***Before anyone starts complaining or reprimanding me, there is some bug chasing coming up soon.***

Travelling with work yesterday as I got to the hotel I opened up Grindr. Before I even got out of the car a 30 year old white guy hit me up asking if I was looking. I said yes looking to get fucked anon ass up face down bareback. He sent me a dick pic and he was about 7 in. I sent two ass pics and he said he could be there in 10 minutes. I was ass up face down with blindfold on, door propped open I heard him enter the room and undress. He got on the bed behind me rubbing my ass then grab the bottle of lube and lubed up. He slid in slow but after a minute or two started picking up the pace pounding my ass. When I heard him start to breathe heavy after about 10 minutes I told him to breed my ass and within seconds he pushed in and held it as a started cumming deep. Just before the first guy got here a 22 year old white guy message asking if I was looking and sent a dick pic. He was about 7 in. I sent one ass pic and asked if he was into bareback and he said yes and could be there in 5 minutes. While getting fucked by the first guy I got a message said he was in the parking lot. As the first guy was walking out I messaged and told him the room number and he said he was on the way up. I can hear him unbuckle and unzip his pants as he told me to slide down to the edge of the bed. He lubed up slid in and after a minute or two started to pound me pretty good and within five minutes he said I'm ready to cum and I told him to breed that fuckhole. He unleashed a pretty good load inside me as I could feel him pumping several times inside. He pulled out zipped up and left. Few minutes later I got a message from a 35 yr old athletic black guy I've hooked up with several times. he's about 8 inches nice dick. Said he was leaving work and could head right over. Before he said he loves my ass and that there's chemistry even though he's only fucked me anonymous ass up face down. I've only seen a dick pic of him. He comes in on dresses and begins to rim my ass. After a few minutes he positions behind me lubes up and slides in. He fucks me for a good 10 minutes and then pushes in and holds it as he breeds my ass. After he leaves he messages back that he hasn't cum in days. After he leaves I looked to see if I can find a 4th load before going to dinner. About 30 minutes later he messages again saying he's leaving the grocery store and wondered if I wanted a second load. I said sure. He came back and fucked my ass for about 5 minutes and then loaded my ass a second time. Four loads in 1.5 hrs. Afterwards I showered and headed to dinner.

Thanks for the replies. I guess for me, taking Prep feels like a cheat. Don't get me wrong, it makes sense. But for me, i feel like i'm supposed to let what happens, happen. I'm sure some stealthers that know this about someone might make them want to infect that bottom, but i just feel like it's my duty to let the top do what he wants, and not try to intervene in the process by taking a drug to prevent it. It just feels wrong, for some reason.

I stopped giving blood when I became sexually active with men, but actually I’ll never give blood again now. The last time I donated, I was told they would take my blood, but it wouldn’t be used for a patient. I was always practicing safe sex back then, and the fact that they didn’t want my blood purely because of my sexuality made me quite angry. I felt that I was being accused or judged, purely because of being bisexual. I no longer feel quite as strongly, but I am firmly of the opinion that after all this time, if they really needed blood, they would have found a way to take it from us without discriminating. Therefore, I’m not bothered about it. Let the straights donate.

I just wanted to answer what @cumfilme wrote. Honestly, I understand the thrill of the possibility of being pozzed, because before my prep times I felt the same. But I don’t want the feeling of anxiety while I was waiting for the results of my actual std test. Now, if you take your pills you won’t die just because you have HIV, and you can avoid AIDS, but it’s just a disease. Somehow and somewhere your body is not healthy. So, I don’t want to be pozzed. Nevertheless, I love bareback and I don’t enjoy condome anymore, so I’ve gone to taking prep. With prep, you loose only the thrill if you’re getting pozzed or not. I think it’s not a big price for the enjoyment of bareback.

Lucky bastard. I miss having an ABS nearby.

Thanks man...it’s a small pic of your ass, but I could spend a lot of time eating and breeding it...for sure! Here’s me at work a minute ago...

Stealthing is a form of rape. No concent was given. If you are being told you are being stealth or discuss prior that you would like a guy to stealth you secretly and he does. This is stealth play. It's a form or edge play. You were given some form of consent. Do not mix up the two

Although Sex Addiction as a distinct diagnosis was not included in the current diagnostic manual for psychiatric disorders (DSM-V), psychiatric professionals sometimes still diagnose Sex Addiction under the "Not Otherwise Specified" category of behavioral disorders. The condition is the subject of professional debate, but the disagreement is not so much about whether Sex Addiction is real, but rather about its nature and causes. Some professionals prefer to think of it as Hypersexual Disorder, a condition for which formal diagnostic criteria are under development. Yes, Sex Addiction can be real. Like addiction to substances (there is reason to believe that brain chemicals play a part in this) or other risk behaviors (i.e., gambling), there are common factors that set the condition apart as an addition as opposed to simply a much enjoyed behavior. The most important criterion is that the person finds himself unable to stop engaging in the behavior. Other notable symptoms include: Frequently engaging in more sex and with more partners than intended. Being preoccupied with or persistently craving sex; wanting to cut down and unsuccessfully attempting to limit sexual activity. Thinking of sex to the detriment of other activities or continually engaging in excessive sexual practices despite a desire to stop. Spending considerable time in activities related to sex, such as cruising for partners or spending hours online visiting pornographic Web sites. Neglecting obligations such as work, school or family in pursuit of sex. Continually engaging in the sexual behavior despite negative consequences, such as broken relationships or potential health risks. Escalating scope or frequency of sexual activity to achieve the desired effect, such as more frequent visits to prostitutes or more sex partners. Feeling irritable when unable to engage in the desired behavior. Hetero statistics show that 38% of male and 43% of female sex addicts report having an STD. That can likely be extrapolated to Tops and bottoms, respectively, as the incidence is most likely attributable to sexual role. More in-depth information on Sex Addiction can be found here and here. I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm just a credentialed librarian. But to reply @CumDump15's question about whether sex addicts should be considered in need of psychological aid, the answer has to do with harm. Addictions are harmful to addicts because they interfere with other important aspects of life, may cause damage to a person's mental faculties, relationships with other people, may put the person at physical risk of harm or of harming others, and may gradually result in a desensitization that requires the person to continually seek more of the same stimulus to get the same effect, until the behavior consumes all the person's time, and ultimately the person reaches the point where relief from the craving cannot be obtained. A person under the influence of addiction cannot always recognize that he is in the grip of an addiction. Others may see it more clearly. Unless the addiction is treated and the person is released from it, negative outcomes are inevitable. Name an actual addiction that is harmless - don't bother, there isn't one. We're not supposed to be addicted to things. So I would say yes, people who are truly addicted to sex deserve help to be freed from their addiction, whether they realize it or not. Now, several replies in this thread have pointed out that there's nothing wrong with having a healthy (even unusually robust) sexual appetite. I agree. One can have that and not be actually addicted. I go to Louisville and to Indy each once a month and take as much cock as I can get - but I don't have to. I decided to lay off going to Indy for the winter because I knew I wouldn't have as much luck then, and it would be better to save up my travel money for warmer weather. The times some lovely fellow has given me an STD, I take myself out of circulation for as long as it takes to get clear. It's an annoyance, but necessary. The point is, even though I'm as high-volume a cumdump as I can manage, I don't have to be. It doesn't control me. @CumDump15 - again, I'm not a shrink, but from your post it sounds to me less like you're a sex addict and more like a man who has discovered he doesn't have to live under the repression of shame/guilt/self-loathing he has carried for years about his sexuality, and is looking for affirmation as he begins making up for lost time and enjoying his sex life to the fullest. Look over the resources I linked above, and decide for yourself if they apply to you, but I wouldn't be so quick to label yourself a Sex Addict. @DannyBoyCMH - You made an interesting statement in your reply above. From our conversations and other posts that you've made, you sound like a person with a balanced life who enjoys a very active sex life, albeit as a high proportion of your day, and not addicted to it. Yet in your statement above you say "I have to have sex every single day". Does this mean that circumstances beyond your control require you to have daily intercourse, or does this mean that you feel internally compelled to do so? What would happen if you didn't? If it's the first case, what would happen in the person or people obliging you to daily coitus one day didn't? Or didn't for a week? Or a month? The answer to these questions would point to whether there is an addiction at play (and the addiction might not be yours...).)

Day 2, Part 2 The two fucked quickly, knowing they had to get eight guys to fuck the pair and get on the river soon. Steve grunted and slammed into Chris, pumping him full of his saved up cum. Chris cried out "Yeah! Breed me good!" Steve pulled out with Andy moving over and shoving into Chris's dripping hole. Eric thrust his cock into Colin while Andy hammered Chris for a few seconds before shooting his load into Chris. Eric pulled out of Colin, slapping his ass before he replaced Andy in Chris's hole. Eric pumped his dick into Chris and Billy slammed into Colin, making him scream out. After dropping his load in, Billy took Eric's place and fucked Chris. "Gawd that hole feels good" Billy said as he drilled Chris's cum filled hole. Billy finished off inside Chris as Colin stood there empty and quivering. With Billy out of the way, Danny and PJ kneeled down and pushed their cocks into Chris and Colin at the same time. They got different experiences. Chris's hole was flooded with cum and Colin just had a little bit of spit and precum in him. Chris was moaning and loving being a total slut for a change while Colin scowled and cursed. Chris thought it was odd that none of the guys was very vocal during their fucks since they yelled out a lot watching Colin fuck him the night before. Danny flooded Chris with another load, pulling out and letting PJ dump his load in next. "Saved the hottest for last" Ken said before giving out a hearty laugh. Chris tried to figure out what he meant as yet another cock plowed into his gaping, sloppy hole. Chris didn't think he was hot in the classic sense but everyone has different attractions. Was he being self deprecating? Boastful? Cocky? He would find out exactly what Ken meant a few days later. Ken thrust into Chris with hard strokes before slowly pulling out and thrusting again. He was churning up all of the loads still inside Chris. Les was pounding Colin mercilessly who was just whimpering, unable to stop the onslaught. Ken growled loudly, scaring a flock of birds resting on the beach nearby, as he dumped his seed into Chris's gut. Les pushed his partner out of the way since he was right on the edge of cumming. Two firm thrusts and Les's balls were pumping his DNA into Chris's hole. Ken looked at Steve and said "You still got Colin" and Steve replied "Nah, I'm good." Ken chuckled while he untied the two bottoms and slowly Chris stood up. Ken walked up behind him and added eight hash marks to his back. "Thanks, I'm lookin' forward to tagging that ass again" Ken whispered into Chris's ear.

Day 2, Part 1 Chris woke to Colin trying to shove his cock into Chris’ ass. They were both on their sides and Colin was more successful fucking Chris than the night before. Chris’ hole still had some cum in it from the three fucks last night and with Colin sober and rested his cock was properly rigid. He drilled in and out until he could feel the cum rising. Colin gave four strong thrusts and then Chris could feel the load fill him up. The two got out of the tent and went out to huddle next to the campfire in the cool, damp morning air. Slowly everyone came out of their tents and were standing around the fire. With the sun rising higher in the sky, the temperature rose and by the time they finished breakfast, the guys were back to just wearing shorts. Once everything was cleaned up again, Ken walked up to Chris and turned him around. "Colin! Get over here!" Ken barked out. Colin came scrambling over, looking nervous. "Four fucking marks? That's it? He should have at least six and probably eight by now. What the fuck have you been doing?" Ken said loudly, clearly agitated with Colin's lack of performance. "I... Uh... I forgot to put the last one on there this morning... and maybe I forgot one yesterday" Colin replied, sweat dripping off his face. "Is that true, newbie?" Ken asked Chris, subtly shaking his head 'no'. "I was pretty drunk most of yesterday. I don't remember more than four" Chris replied with a slight grin. "Well, shit. I guess we're gonna have to do your work for you, Colin" Ken said, the disgust was clear in his voice. He called everyone in and said "Guys, Chris is not getting enough loads. We're all going to have to give him at least two today to make up for Colin's laziness. Put both of them over the canoe and fuck em. Newbie gets the cum, though." Chris and Colin were led over to the canoes, Chris going willingly and Colin being pushed. Chris sunk to his knees and laid over the upside-down canoe, preparing himself for a quick gangbang next to his "mentor". Billy pushed Colin to his knees and then bent him over next to Chris. Les tied Chris's hands together, looped the rope around the yoke and then tied the other end around Colin's wrists. Steve lined up behind Chris and his son Andy was behind Colin. "I've been waiting for this all week" Steve said to Chris before plunging into his cum filled hole. "Damn, dry as a bone" Steve called out before chuckling quietly. "Fuck. Open up, Colin. Have you been getting fucked at all since last year's trip? You're as tight as when I popped your cherry last year" Andy said loudly.

Day 1, Pt 6 The three canoes meandered down the river. There didn’t seem to be any urgency to get somewhere and Chris realized why they were taking four days to do what the sign at the canoe rental place said was a two day run. After an hour, they passed another sandbar and there was a canoe beached on the shore. Chris looked around and saw PJ’s head poking above the weeds. He steered the canoe to the side to get a better look and soon saw Danny bent over, taking PJ’s cock in his thick ass. Chris heard PJ yell out “I’m breeding that ____ ass.” He couldn’t hear the one word since a bird let out a loud squawk, but wondered what it was - Hot? Hungry? Tight? With the show over, Chris and Colin paddled down the river until they came across Ken and Les on another sandbar. Chris liked watching the older guys fuck with the energy of much younger guys. Les was pounding his partner and it seemed that Ken was fucking back too. Once again there was a noise that obscured some of what Les said, this time it was a splash from Colin’s paddle. Chris thought it sounded like “Take that fuckin hot seed” but thought there might be another syllable. Another hour down the river, the beer had taken its toll and needed an escape. Colin steered over toward the shallow part of the river and beached the canoe on the sand. “You drink piss, faggot?” Colin asked. “Nah, never tried it” Chris replied. “Now’s the time, then. On your knees in the river and hold on to the canoe or you’re swimming after it.” Chris climbed out of the canoe and kneeled down in the shallow water. Holding on to the canoe with one hand, he watched Colin approach and pull down the front of his shorts. Chris opened his mouth and looked up at Colin who had a devilish grin on his face. Chris had see it done in porn and had wondered what it was like. Now was his chance. Colin started to pee and as the stream got stronger he aimed it at Chris’ head. Some hit his mouth and some covered his face. Chris tried to swallow what he could get in his mouth but realized he really preferred to feel it cascade over his body. He dropped his head and felt the piss soak his hair and then dribble down his body into the river. Again, his cock started to stiffen and fill the cage. He gritted his teeth and willed his cock to soften. When the stream ended, Chris heard clapping and looked up to see Ken and Les clapping their approval. “Good job, boys” they said and then headed downriver.

Day 1, Pt 5 They paddled downstream about an hour and Colin called from the back of the canoe “take a left after the next sandbar.” They turned after the end of the sand bar, then across the river and then back upstream on the other side. Chris saw two canoes beached on an inlet and two guys were bent over one canoe. Chris looked closer and one was Steve’s son Andy and the other was his co-worker Eric. Andy was a few inches shorter than Chris and was thin with medium length wavy light brown hair. As they got closer, Chris noticed his pale body was smooth with no hair on it that he could see and he had a nice firm butt. A decent sized cock hung between his legs. Eric was a contrast to Andy. He had darker skin from his Filipino heritage and was nearing six foot tall. His pecs were covered in a trimmed layer of fur that lead down to his plump seven inches of cock. He was nicely muscled from working in the warehouse lifting boxes all day. His friend Billy was a redneck and looked the part. He was tall and lanky with a mop of blond hair and several bad tattoos scattered over his arms. The baggy shorts hid his best asset - nine inches of thin, veiny cock. “You see those guys? Take your position. I’ll take care of the canoe” Colin told Chris. Chris got out of the canoe and walked through the shallow water over to Steve and Andy’s canoe. He pulled off his shorts and grabbed the gunnel, bending over and then looking down the canoe at Andy and Eric. Andy looked at him and winked as his dad walked up behind him and kneeled. Chris was aroused watching Steve start to eat out his son's ass but then his cock filled the cage and the pain started again. He bent over a bit further and saw Billy spit on Eric’s ass a few times and then plunged his cock deep inside. From the ease that Eric took Billy's long cock he figured that Eric had taken it dozens of times before. Colin walked up behind Chris and said “You’re gonna pay for earlier.” Chris prepared for another bad fuck and relaxed his hole. Colin spit on his butt, most of the saliva missing Chris’s pucker and then rubbed some spit on his cock. He pushed into Chris’s waiting hole and soon was all the way in. “This is much better than last time. Maybe he was trying to show off, since he had an audience” Chris thought. Chris started to enjoy Colin plowing his bare cock into his hole, churning up the cum from their last fuck. He looked over and watched Steve drill his son’s ass and Andy beg “Fuck me harder” and “Breed my ass, dad.” Further down he could hear grunting and groaning from Billy and Eric, but couldn’t see them fuck, which he really wanted to. “Next time, get on the other side of the boat, stupid” Chris said to himself. Colin slowed his pace way down and then start to just thrust in hard and slowly pull back. Each thrust pushed the canoe away a few inches as Chris tried to steady himself. Next to them he heard Steve yell out “Fuuuck! Take daddy’s hot load Andy.” Further down, all he heard was Billy and Eric grunting louder than before. Colin slammed in one last time and Chris could feel his cock swell and then start to pulse. He felt the warmth of Colin’s load fill him up and thought “maybe Colin’s not such a bad fuck, after all.” Colin pulled his cock out, stood and started to walk back to the canoe telling Chris “You’re fucked now, faggot.” Chris put his shorts back on and walked over to the canoe. As he got there Colin said “Turn around, faggot. I need to mark your back.” As Chris stood there waiting for Colin to mark him, he felt the cum drip down his leg. It was a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time and it really excited him until he felt the cage dig into his expanding cock.

Part 2: Lost In Lust Daddies 2 and 3 quickly removed their clothes as Daddy 1 slid out of my ass. Daddy 2 was possibly in his 50’s. Nice smooth tan body. Maybe a touch over 6 feet tall. And a gorgeous 9 inch cock that was much thicker than Daddy 1. He quickly filled my ass and the pain at first hurt like hell. Daddy 3 had removed his clothes as well and shut me up by ramming his cock down my throat. Daddy 3 was around 50 with a small frame. Nice 7 inch cock that was average thickness. As I was being spit roasted Daddy 1 grabbed his phone and started filming us. For some reason knowing I was being filmed sent me over the edge and I squirted the last neg load of my life. Daddy 2 really took his time with his fucking which by now had me moaning around Daddy 3’s cock. This sent Daddy 3 over the edge and he squirted a nice thick load down my throat. A few minutes later Daddy 2 announced he was about to cum and Daddy 1 focused his phone camera on my ass while Daddy 2 erupted up my ass. When Daddy 2 pulled out Daddy 3 inserted a huge butt plug up my ass to keep both loads in. I just laid on the floor exhausted and fulfilled while all 3 Daddies recuperated. One of them ordered pizza and as soon as it arrived they had me answer the door nude. It was a lady driver who just looked at me and laughed. I didn’t feel embarrassed. I felt proud that I had satisfied these 3 Daddies.

Congrats! That's very hot, and I'll bet your friends that watched are jealous that you're uninhibited enough to do that whether they admit it or not. I have a lot of platonic friends and a lot of fuckbuds/repeats but almost zero FWB unfortunately. Even so, virtually all my platonic friends do know I'm a slut, and it's no secret. I talk openly about sex - I'll say when I went to sex party a few nights ago or I'm having a 3way tomorrow night kind of thing. Pretty much every single one of my platonic friends admits they're jealous of my sex life or they "wanna be me when they grow up" lol. The right friends won't judge you - be yourself and embrace it. Taking multiple loads from strangers in back rooms isn't for everyone, but even if your friends didn't join you (this time), you never know next time or what THEY do behind closed doors :) you're just doing it out in the open (free advertising lol)

Justin was warm inside and he loved that guys dick, he would let him fuck him anytime anywhere he thought. Then the hands returned on Justin's ass and the pipe was torched with it in Justin's mouth, He guy eased his fingers back in Justin's hole and then pressed his thumb again and with enough force and some slight movement right and left he popped back in Justin but this time Elephant Dick was right there to press his legs at Justin's shoulders so he could not pull off and had to let his hole stretch and open up. Justin was making all kinds of noise but neither of them cared or could make anything out. The guy in his ass withdrew his hand and then slide two rocks in him. Elephant grabbed the glass that was still on the nightstand and filled it up with the last of some fruit punch in the fridge and had Justin drink. Boy you need to stay hydrated, this would hurt less if you kept your fluids up, Just sucked down the nasty juice and started to feele light and tingly inside. The T had kicked in and the g was making him float like he was outside his body as the guy started to side his hand back inside Justin. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as his hole relaxed and opened up enough so the guy could slide his hand to the wrist and then slowly pull out stretching Justin and then press back inside and force his fist a little deeper. Justin was so high and his hole so hungry it was accepting this guys hand a little deep each time. Elephant unfastened the ball gag and took it out of his mouth and faintly he could hear Justin whimper and moan. He slide his hands under Justin's chest and started to tweak his nipples and the moaning and whimpering got loader. He told the guy to take a break and the guy inside Justin slide his hand slowly out of Justin and Elephant picked Justin up and flipped him like a pancake and he suddenly on his back, He grabbed his legs and pulled each leg back so his hole was fully exposed and fastened them to a cord that was attached to a color and then he fastened it around Justin's neck, his legs flopped forward slightly but his hole was still totally exposed. Elephants dick started to get hard as the guy re-entered Justin and started using one hand then then removing it and then the other pushing deeper into Justin. His head just above Justin's lips begin to leak and drops of cum landed on Justin's lips and he licked them and then opened his mouth and pulled up enough to grab the edge of the guys head and suck it like a tap, drinking down the guys pre-cum. The fisting continued and finally the guy was up to his middle of his forearm and Elephant said it's time as his dick got rock hard and popped out of Justin's mouth. He guy removed his the hand inside Justin and went to the bathroom to clean up and he could hear even with the water running Elephant stretching Justin's home with his huge rock hard dick. Justin's moans had turned painful and he began to bed Elephant to stop but he paid no attention to the boy and when Dan the fist guy came out of the bathroom he climbed on the bed and unfastened the cord holding Justin's legs up, it was not necessary since Elephant had both legs in his hands as his dick pierced Justin's ass. Dan climbed up and sat on Justin's face and said whore eat my hole. Justin shoved his tongue in the hole, it was musky and had a funky taste. He tried to pull off but the guy grabbed his balls and tina dick in his hand and squeezed it hard. Justin Yelped and then began to stick his tongue in the guys hole. He squeezed harder and said fucker lick that hole! You hear me. Justin began to lick the guys hole all over and the guy let up on Justin's dick and balls a little and started to moan. Dan spread he ass so Justin could lick deeper as Elephant slid deep and then almost all the way out and then back in again. Justin ate Dan's ass for twenty minutes and Elephant finally shoved his dick in deep and came. Justin thought fuck is he pissing in me, Elephant came buckets in Justin and then pulled out slowly and pulled the dildo Dan found in the bathroom and slide it into Justin effortlessly and then went and took a shower. Justin lowered his legs and kept his tongue licking and probing Dan's hole while Dan hit the pipe. Justin heard Elephant come back and grab his clothes and get dressed and told Dan thanks for opening up the cunt for me. May need you again when I am back I am going to get deeper in this fag. Dan said fuck yea dude you know I love wrecking boy cunt. With that Elephant walked out out of the room and Justin heard the door close. Justin eat and licked. He hard the guy texting and five minutes later the door opened and in walked someone. The guy he bud, you got a little slut for me? That I do said Dan, he eats a mean ass give it a try! Dan slapped Justin across the face and said slut, you are gonna eat some straight guy ass, make sure you show him how much you love it. The guy got up and started to squat over Justin and the guy said, just finished work and I need a slut like you to clean my hole for me. The straight guy lowered his hairy tight round muscle ass down so Justin could get a smell and taste of his hole. Dan grabbed his balls and squeezed them tight again and said fucker eat the dirty hole boy. Justin yelped again and stuck his tongue out again and got his first taste of that guys dirty hole, tasted so odd, sweat, musk and had to be shit. The guy must have taken a dump and not wiped. Justin wanted to cry but the pain on his sensitive tina dick and the crushing of his balls kept him from pulling back and he licked and ate the hole. Nice boy the straight guy said, deeper and lick all around my hole. I want my hole totally clean before I go home. The straight guy hit the pipe while Justin serviced his nasty hole and after ten minutes he said your turn. Justin could still taste the straight guys ass on his tongue and it was on his nose and it is all he could smell so when Dan climbed back on his ass tasted like the straight guys. Five minutes later the straight guy entered the bedroom and by then Dan was Jacking his dick and got up told Justin to open his mouth and shoved his dick down Justin's throat while he unloaded a five day load. Dan told the straight guy that the boy was all his, he had to go. He left a pipe filled with T and a vile of g if he needed it on the nightstand. Don't leave it you can drop it off at my apartment if you do not use it up. With that he got up and got dressed and left. The straight guy said, boy you are really lucky. Most faggot whores love straight guys and you are about to be my little clean up whore! You are gonna give me a tongue bath after work before I go home to my GF. With that he climbed up and lowered his jock ass down and he told Justin to lick his dirty hole. I just took a shit and I hate toilet paper boy. I could have showered but than what good are you! This time when he sat down on Justin's face he felt a fat dick rest on his chest. Justin ate and licked and started to enjoy the guys hole as he spread his ass checks and encouraged Justin to swirl his tongue and circle it around his hole. That a good faggot whore, Ten minute later he hard the pipe and he guy pressed his hole into Justin's tongue and Justin was tongue fucking the guys hole and he could hear him moan. What started out really nasty was not turning Justin on, he loved making this guy moan. Straight man ridding his tongue! Fucker he said, you are making my dick hard. Right there, deeper boy,

Politics aside, I understand where this is coming from. Your concern is that being controlled/limited by pretentious personnel while trying to appease the masses of media concepts is rather...... A pain in the ass to say the least. Caricature-made, but understandable. I can concur with that. Applying that thought to the identities of "snowflakes" can be very important in your eyes, due to you not wanting trivial matters being more important than the significance of one's freedom and ACTUAL important issues. I agree with this notion. I too, as a "hardcore liberal," do agree that there is pseudo-liberal tactics that may please a general crowd without actually addressing the main issue. I seen it very well as a kid, with governors saying "I like gays," and 20,000 think pieces on Huffington Post saying that the governor who said such should be praised for acknowledging something so basic, when homophobia is most definitely not that govern's concern. I never understood that, and simply labeled those who follow that whimsy as "Mouth-Breathers." However, I will say this in my regard - I don't think on restriction, I just believe in responsibility, when it comes to freedom. You can drink and MAYBE get in a vehicle, but, don't be drunk. A sip is different than 40 kegs of beer. Same thing with freedom/basic human decency. Then again, I'm not opposed to a governmental law that enforces every man over the age of 40 to wear jockstraps and be rimmed by guys in their 20's 24/7. I guess I'm a nazi in that regard. Afterall, as a "socialist" I believe every Daddy should share his musky hole to all us young men to taste. It could help starvation. At least for me lol

Chapter 9 I’d been stuck in the apartment for a week now. By Friday morning I was climbing the walls. Thank god I had the appointment tonight. I’d finally know for sure if I was poz and hopefully get fucked like crazy. At 5pm I walked into Dr. Manning’s office. The minute Matty saw me he jumped up, ran around the counter and threw his arms around me. “Scotty! I’ve missed you, hot stuff.” “Matty you were at my place Wednesday.” “I know but your were all sickly then and now you’re positively glowing.” “Do you know something I don’t?” He stuck out his lip and pouted only like Matty could get away with. “No! Dr. Meany wouldn’t divulge the results. Something about health care privacy. He insisted you know first.” I burst out laughing. “I missed you Matty.” “Doc wants to see you in his office before we all get naked. You can go ahead he’s waiting for you.” His office door was open so I just stuck my head inside. Fuck he was so handsome. He already had his scrubs top off and was just looking at his computer while playing with his nipples.“Hey doc. Looking good. You wanted to see me!” “You’re looking much better yourself. How you feeling?” “Not back to a 100% yet, but definitely getting there.” “It may take a few more days to be back to normal. Just remember to take it easy. Well except for tonight.” He grinned that sexy wicked smile. “Sit, let me check you out real quick.” He took my temperature and blood pressure. “Everything looks good. Your coloring is back to normal too.” I reached up and pinched one of his nipples. He slapped my hand. “Behave! There’ll plenty of time for that when I’m done examining you. God why are poz bottoms so fucking impatient?” “Wait what?” “You heard me you sexy slut. Did you really have any doubts?” “Well I didn’t want to get my hopes up just in case I was still neg.” I jumped into his arms and gave him a deep kiss. “I’d wager to bet that with that first massive breeding we gave you, your neg cunt never stood a chance, but there’s nothing like getting absolutely confirmation.” He grabbed my hand and said, “come on strip. You have several horny fuckers who have been hounding me all day to tell them the news.” We both got naked and he lead me to the playroom. Gotta say guys there’s something fucking liberating walking around your doctor’s office naked with your doctor’s hand on your hard dick leading you to the fuck playground. We entered the room and Chris, Chad and Matty were all standing there stroking their hard cocks in front of the sling. “So,” they all called out as one, then started laughing. “You want to tell them Scotty?” “I don’t know I think you should be the one.” “Oh fuck the both of you. Just tell us damnit!” Matty yelled. I got a huge smile on my face. “Congratulations guys, you knocked me up.” “Congrats you slut!” They were all still standing in front of the sling. I was kind of expecting a little more of a reaction. Doc put his arm around me. “Now Scotty, we know you lean more towards bottom but we hope with your newly gained status in the poz club that you’ll not be selfish and that you’ll share the precious gift you’ve been given.” They were all looking at me with very proud looks in their eyes. “Chad and I talked about this a lot during the week. I understand my responsibility and fully intend to spread the gift!” They all cheered and surrounded me patting me all over my body. With them closer to me I noticed the sling for the first time. Already secured with a hungry look in his eyes was the cutest ginger I’d ever seen. The doc smiled and said, “meet Adam. When he heard we had a newly pozzed up member of our family he wanted to meet you and present his neg pussy for you to dump your first motherfucking toxic load deep inside.” “Fuck yeah! Thanks guys. I’m so horny, now I understand why y’all wouldn’t let me cum all week.” My hard dick was leaking like crazy. “We’ve got him all prepped for you, “Chad grinned holding up a toothbrush with bright red bristles” “What he doesn’t get Matty’s torture device?” “We decided to go old school tonight, plus I forgot to bring that PA. I only have my smooth one in tonight and we wanted to make sure we knocked the slut up good.” Matty smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Um excuse me,” Adam said. “I know you’re all excited about Scotty’s new status but there’s a very horny, very neg ass in this room that needs a very poz dick to fuck the shit out of him, now please!” “Fucking bossy bottoms,” doc said. “Scotty you heard the man. Get busy.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my cock into Adam without warning and started to breed his neg ass for all I was worth. The guys cheered me on all the while stroking their very hard cocks. “Knock the fucker up.” “Breed that neg ass.” “Give him you first very toxic load!” “Poz that motherfucker.” “Yeah you want my poz load?” I screamed. “Yes!!! I need to be pozzed. Please give it to me.” That put me over the edge and I started shooting one of the biggest loads of my life. “Here it comes you fucker. Welcome to the family!” After that it became a no holds bar fuckfest. Adam got at least one load from each of the other guys and I gave him one more. They strapped me down to the fuck bench after I dumped my first load. They said I had to top more now but my first priority was still to be their poz bottom cum dump. Several hours later as we were all trying to catch our breath, Chad crawled over to my space on the floor where I had crashed and rested his head on very tired crotch. “So slut, got any plans tomorrow?” “Besides sleeping till noon, nope. Why,” I asked cautiously. “We have an appointment with Max tomorrow afternoon to get you some new ink. Imagine Max’s surprise when I made the appointment and told him what you wanted.” Oh shit, I tensed up. Max didn’t know I was gay and he was the straightest guy I knew. “Fuck what did he say?” “Let’s see, his exact words were, ‘wait Scott’s gay? No fucking way. And he’s a fucking chaser. I’m so going to kill him’.” “Wait what??” “He said if knew you were gay he’d have knocked-up your ass years ago when you went in for your first tat. He has a huge crush on you.” “Okay now you’re fucking with me. Max is not gay. That man is as straight as they come.” “Funny he said the same thing about you.” Matty started laughing. “When will we learn that looks can be deceiving. You thought I was a screaming bottom, I thought you were a total butch top, Max thought you were straight and you thought he was. Fucking hilarious!” Chad chuckled, “He did say you’d better be prepared to get fucked tomorrow. He may not be able to convert you but he sure as hell is going to add his strain to your toxic ass.” We all thought Adam had fallen asleep until he spoke up, “you guys mind if I come along? I’ve always wanted to get some ink.” “Fuck yeah! Max will love you,” Chad said. Just then doc got up and started pulling on his pants. “Okay boys. I think it’s time to call it night. It looks like Chad, Scotty and Adam have a date with a hot tattoo artist tomorrow.

8. Skippy, the Pirate de Sade, and the Buried Treasure Here lies one whose name was writ in water The end of the pool faced the beach and was all glass—one very big window. The morning fog was still burning off so if you looked through the glass from the pool you couldn’t really see much, mostly a foggy view that kinda looked like the ocean. But that’s only because you knew you were looking at the ocean. Guys that walked by were multi-colored blobs. “Cool daddy-o,” Skip said to Rusty, with just a hint of irony. From the beach looking into the pool, however, you could see both the pool’s occupants plain as day. Passers-by saw freckly Rusty and a sandy-haired beachcomber, Skip. Skip was the one you noticed, slender, rippled stomach, sinewy smooth pecs and arms, his strong soccer legs scissoring to keep afloat in his knee-length bathing suit hanging out in the pool’s deep end. His angular face was finely crafted without being pretty. The jaw that came to a point at his cleft chin was strong, and often clenched; a long slender nose; light brown hair, sun-bleached at the tips, matched his glowing amber eyes evoking both mischief and mystery. As much as you got to know Skip, there was always a part of him that remained out of reach. Rusty plunged underwater, looked through the glass with cupped hands, and also saw the same hazy ocean. Coming back up he wiped his eyes. “Yeah, neat-o,” he said trying to mimic Skip’s tone. They were encouraged to say things like that at work, and the beach house was still part of work. The retro lingo was former actor Cyrus Johnson’s—or “Whitey” as he chose to be called—remembrances of Malibu beach party teen movies he’d been in, acting with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello, back in the early sixties. Hey, the Chelsea bar called Paradise was his, they just bartended there, so he got to make the rules. White-haired Whitey, a man now in his forties, a silver fox save for a beer gut, hung out under a deck umbrella talking to a striking Mexican. The gentleman who’d shown up with some associates at noon, had long, black wavy hair and was an imposing figure on the pool deck. Skip eyeballed the dark visitor and speculated. Sexy even if he was a little intimidating, he moved stiffly, a buck ninety pounds of barrel-chested muscle. He’d abandoned his shirt surrendering to the day’s humidity. His shoulders and back were covered in fur. A hulking daddy-type if ever there was one, Skip thought. He looked way more interesting than any of Whitey’s usual backers who came around to ogle Whitey’s pool twinks. Desperado. Racketeer. Mobster. Skip searched for the word best to describe him. Thug. Gangster. Cutthroat. Yeah, cutthroat maybe. The gentleman sure was animated, pressuring Whitey about something, poking a finger into Whitey’s chest. His dark tanned skin, almost black under his suit of hair, glistened in the humidity. The deck’s potted palms suddenly began to rustle by a mercifully cool gust of wind, sending the cutthroat’s hair flying into his face. He struggled to make his point while trying to keep strands of hair out of his mouth. Finally frustrated, he untied a knotted red kerchief from his neck and bound his wavy hair in a pirate bandana. Yeah, that was it—Pirate! ”Yo ho,” Skip said. Skip wasn’t Skip’s real name. Whitey had given all his bartenders nicknames he remember from that bebop, doo wop, shama lama era: Ace, Buzz, Stretch, Moose. Getting a new Paradise nickname did come with advantages. Skip discovered variants that could emphasize different traits for different customers offering different subtexts. Name’s Skippy when he wanted to highlight his youth to an older patron; They call me Skipper to a cute bottom boy, intimating that he was the boss, the alpha dog of his bar crew; and Skip, well, just that he was Skip, informal, kinda butch, kinda rich, none of it untrue. His real name was Alastair Inge, well, even worse before his grandfather had shortened it, Alastair von Ingerschleben—“from the village of Inge,” if you wanted to get real technical. Alastair was pretentious enough, so Inge sufficed. If you pressed him he actually didn’t mind Skip. In fact, he started introducing himself that way at Columbia U during his junior year. No one there questioned its legitimacy since he already had that Nantucket air. Skip surveyed his latest fling sharing the pool, a new bartender at Paradise, Aiden Reilly, a.k.a. red-headed “Rusty”—no one said white haired Whitey was a creative genius. All Irish. All freckles. Rusty was cute, had a rather bulbous nose, a nice size prick, but was a little fey in some of his mannerism—a little too overtly bottom, truth will out—not that Skip was a total butch top, but he did most of the pedaling during sex. The thing that really annoyed Skip, though, was how Rusty worshipped his lesbian twin sister, Briana, who also attended Columbia. Not that Skip disliked lesbians, he just never socialized much with them. After meeting Rusty, he did a lot. And if not socializing, then hearing about her. A lot. Rusty was always going on about how Briana said this, Briana broke up with Kirsten, Briana did the funniest thing, Briana started going back out with Kirsten, and on and on till Skip wanted to shoot himself. Or Rusty. Or Briana. Sometimes Skip believed Aiden would be happier to have a sex change just so that he could be a lesbian like his sister. That kind of thinking made Skip’s head hurt. But that’s what made the pirate, slapping his bottle of Corona on the table, so damn attractive, despite, or maybe in addition to, the gorilla coat he sported. He couldn’t imagine for one second the pirate had any desire to be anything other than a man, a pirate king guzzling his beer. The pirate caught him staring at him, and raised his bottle and gave him a red-scarf nod. Rusty was busy scanning his associates. “Organized crime,” he pronounced. Skip smiled at the thought. “Why do you think that?” he asked. “Well, you know what a gossip Slim is?” Skipped agreed. “He chatted a couple of them up as soon as they got here. You know Whitey’s obsession with our stupid names? You should get a load of theirs. Tito, Khan…” “That could be their names,” Skip pointed out. “One of them is named Knuckles. Knuckles! How much more mobster can you get?” “Which one’s Knuckles,” Skip asked. Rusty pointed to the largest guy on the deck, talking to a tall, slim black bartender, named—you guessed it—“Slim.” Knuckles had on a grey t-shirt with large yellowed pit stains, black jeans and a black leather vest. Slim was pestering Knuckles about something under his vest. Knuckles flapped it open. Even from the far end of the pool, the holstered snub nose .38 was easy to spot. Slim leaned back surprised, then tipped forward enticed, and ran his fingers down Knuckles’ breast bone. Tito and Khan chuckled at the pair’s open flirtation. Rusty returned to Skip with one ginger eyebrow raised. Skip swam down to the shallow end and raised himself out, flexing his triceps hoping the pirate would notice. He did. “Skippy,” Whitey shouted to the lad as he dripped on the deck. “Get your little tail over here and meet my compadre, Bernardo.” Skip strutted over, wiping himself with a beach towel, confidently brushing back his spikey hair. He greeted the man with an engaging smile, as Whitey made the introductions. “Bernardo de Sade, meet the best bartender in Paradise, Alistair von Ingerschleben.” Skip gave Whitey a congratulatory smile, impressed that Whitey knew how to spit out his whole name in full Germanic glory. “But y’all can call him Skippy.” Skip extended his hand, which was immediately engulfed by de Sade’s two large paws. He didn’t shake so much as grab. “What is Skippy? Is like jumping?” De Sade erupted at his joke. His bellicose laugh was a little disturbing. It wasn’t that funny, but Skip produced a grin nonetheless. Whitey was clearly nervous about something, Skip sensed. Whitey made like de Sade’s joke was the funniest thing. “Yes, Bernardo, Skippy hops to, runs the bar shipshape like the skipper of a ship, don’t you, Skipper?” “I guess I do, Whitey. I guess I do,” Skip replied, acting greatly complimented, puffing up his smooth chest. Whitey was a giggling fool, Skip thought, but smiled cordially nonetheless. Seeing that de Sade wasn’t letting go of his hand anytime soon, Skip doubled down and placed his other hand over the back of the man’s tight grip. Skip reckoned this was one of the bar’s major money men that Whitey was always fretting about. He knew how to make a good impression on wealthy men born into it himself. Skip’s smile never faltered, his eyes never shied away. The man slowly released his hands with a middle finger tracing Skip’s palm. De Sade’s cruise was hidden from view but blatant enough for Skip. The edges of Skip’s lips curled and he cruised de Sade right back with his shining golden eyes. Skip felt the come-on granted him some permission, so he drew up a chair between the men. “Señor de Sade, I take it you’re one of Whitey’s silent partners.” De Sade nibbled a flake on his chapped lip. It seemed there were things he preferred not to talk about, Skip realized. “I’d say I’m more involved with Mr. Johnson’s supply chain,” de Sade replied mysteriously and sipped his beer. The man’s wide-set eyes were penetrating and enticing, oozing hot-blooded sex as he sized Skip up. His mustache was finely trimmed, with a small soul patch beneath his lip, and sideburns shaved to fine points on his dark, sunken cheeks. Pitch black chest hair flowed from his neck directly to his broad fleshy pecs. Skip couldn’t help himself and gave a quick glance down and marveled at the dense pelt covering the man’s abdomen, and even more astonished by the amount of flesh buried in his khaki shorts. Down his right pant leg the outline of a big dick rose like a pipe; a bit of foreskin even peeked out against his hairy kneecap. When he glanced back up, Skip was met with the lewd, knowing smile of a confident, well-endowed, brazen buccaneer. As Skip checked out de Sade’s package, Whitey was subtly, desperately trying to signal Skip. He pinched his nose a few times, attempting to clue Skip into what supplies in the supply chain de Sade meant. Once Skip got it, Whitey gave the smallest of head shakes, telling Skip he shouldn’t pursue this particular supplier. Skip wasn’t so easily put off—actually he was more intrigued, if you really want to know. He himself dealt a bit of blow in the bar’s bathrooms from time to time, so felt simpatico to the pirate. “This your first time to Fire Island, Señor de Sade? I’d love to show you around,” Skip offered. “No. Many times I’ve been here. High tea, low tea, the meat rack—I feel much at home here.” The mention of the meat rack, a dune swept labyrinth for anonymous sex, made Skip see de Sade in a new light. “Usually I am Señor Johnson’s guest, isn’t that right, mi amigo,” he replied patting Whitey’s hand. Whitey withdrew his hand unconsciously, then put on a too broad smile to hide his discomfort. “But this time I drive a big boat. You’d like to see my big boat?” the man jested, knowing exactly what Skip wanted to see. He and Skip rose together. De Sade cocked his head to tell his men it was time to leave. He’d gotten what he came for. Whitey was not subtle in how happy he was to see them abruptly leave. By all means, Skip should see the boat, he told them, ushering them to the side gate. Knuckles led the pack, carrying a paper bag with de Sade’s monthly cut in it. Slim pouted his lower lip, disappointed in seeing Knuckles go. Tito and Khan followed Knuckles, with Skip and de Sade bringing up the rear. His henchmen grinned like goons, familiar with how their boss weaved a web around a new victim. Whitey wiped his brow and waved, while Rusty stewed jealously floating in the pool in his water wings. *** It started innocent enough. The yacht tour started with a quick, teasing tour of de Sade’s master cabin with its large bed covered in black rubber—Skip had to touch—then in the kitchen galley, on the way to the wheelhouse, de Sade pulled out a small brown bottle of coke. Would Skip like a hit? Skip would. Then topside in the wheelhouse, Khan, the yacht’s pilot, a slender, half-Mongolian, half-Peruvian guy with a wispy brown beard and long, stringy ‘stache, asked Skip if he would like to skipper the boat into the bay? Skip would. Purring west in the Great South Bay, Tito came up and said de Sade wanted to know if Skip was up for a couple more lines and some Tequila? Skip was. Until they passed under the Robert Moses Causeway and were out to sea, Skip had no reason to worry. I mean, if things got too sketchy he’d just jump off the boat and swim to shore, right? That would be a major pain in the ass getting back to The Pines, but he wasn’t going to be kidnapped, for Christ’s sake. The truth was it was turning into a totally awesome, coked-up afternoon with some hot and sketchy characters. He couldn’t wait to tell the other bartenders about it. Tito turned out to be this outrageously clownish guy. Hyperactive, great at voices and imitations. At first he thought Tito had a mole near his left eye but it turned out to be a tear tattoo, which freaked him at first, but after a few lines and a couple shots of Tequila, Tito was this natural prankster, making fun of Knuckles’ Neanderthal stance and calling de Sade “Gomez Addams’ dirty, hippy cousin.” Skip thought that was hilarious. “Very, very dirty cousin, aren’t you, Capo?” Tito said, insinuatingly, running his hand down his boss’ chest. Skip was in hysterics and kinda turned on. Knuckles, for his part, wasn’t as he first seemed. More a big teddy bear when you got down to it. Skip realized that Knuckles stooped over, knuckles almost dragging, because he tried to hide how absolutely monstrously tall he was when he stood straight. Also the galley ceiling was really low, so he had to extra hunch over in the space, and Tito took full advantage of the fact. Scratching his armpit, making monkey sounds. And de Sade? Well, de Sade was sexier with every line they passed around. Still intense in every way, especially in the forceful way he laughed, slapping the table, knocking the back of Tito’s head, throwing his head back with a full belly laugh that ricocheted almost painfully off the white plastic ceiling. De Sade treated him like crew from the moment he stepped aboard, slapped him on the back, clipped his chin slowly with his fist for no reason, looked at him in the same possessively, fatherly way he looked at his crew. De Sade was very open, in fact, he was pretty provocative in his affectionate for his men. Yeah, he’d smack Tito’s head but he’d also lay a kiss on his head when he passed him, bringing back everyone cervezas from the mini-fridge, or pull on one of Knuckles sagging nipples after Knuckles slammed back his fifth Tequila shot. Skip wondered exactly how close they all were, if there were boundaries, if they had sex—it sure seemed that way. With his coke-fueled brain flying, he considered what it would be like to really be a part of this crew. What nerve it would take to drop out of school, screw his parents’ plans of him becoming a lawyer, and totally turn to the life of a real modern-day coked-out, sex-crazed pirate. How awesome would that be? Pretty awesome! Looking out the window, seeing land was quickly disappearing from the horizon, Skip mentioned to de Sade that he really should to get back soon, he had a public policy paper due on Monday, hadn’t even started it yet, hadn’t even picked a topic. The coke was making him ramble, watching the last of Fire Island becoming a thin brown line. Maybe he’d do Nixon’s trip to China or the release of the Iranian hostages, maybe arms for hostages that was lately in the news. De Sade reassured him they’d be back before sunset, and pushed a mirror with lines of white powder toward him. Skip bent over the galley table and snorted. He pinched his nose feeling the substance burn. “Oh, man, strong! Whew! Maybe I can I buy one of Briana’s old policy papers. She’s the sister of this guy I know. She bailed me out before, yeah, but then she’ll tell Rusty. Wait, was that coke?” he asked Tito who’d been chopping white powder out of new bag since they’d finished the last one a while ago. “No, amigo. This is much better. This is Miss Tina,” Tito said. “Más amoroso.” He wiggled his brows suggestively as he passed the mirror around. The four of them laughed, Skip just a little bit uneasy. Still, in this new light Tito did looked hotter than he did before. Was that from Tina? His gang tattoos on his neck, arms, and chest, were kinda sexy. His broad face, Skip noticed, had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Now that Tito was smiling all the time he couldn’t help but notice it. And when he glanced at Knuckles? Forget about it! As homely as they come, all acne scarred, tiny black eyes, overweight and sagging breasts. But Knuckles had to be packing a good, solid thirteen incher in his jeans. No doubt about that lump. There were things you could overlook, and there were things you can’t. “Más amoroso, huh?” Skip repeated. “I’m amped but kinda tingly all over. Is this how you’re supposed to feel?” De Sade and his boys smiled. “I always stick to coke, but I’ll have to remember this.” Skip got up to pace in the cramped galley. De Sade got with him. “You party, my friend?” he asked. Skip laughed a little too loud. “I thought that’s what we’re doing.” “Nah. If you want to really party with us,” de Sade said as a pointed invitation, “let’s introduce you to something I know you’re going to love.” Skip gave his a why not shrug of his shoulders. De Sade went down to the master cabin. Knuckles caught Skip as he paced and sat him back in the booth, pinning him between himself and Tito. “Beuno, sí? Do another. Twice as good,” said the big man. Skip sensed heat radiate off him, and felt Tito’s sexy perspiration sliding against his other arm. The room was hot and what might have been smelly body odor any other time was acting like an aphrodisiac. “Fuck, I am ready to crawl out of my skin as it is, Knuckles. I gotta lay off a bit.” De Sade heard what Skip said as he came back in and sat across from the three of them. “I have the perfect–cómo se dice—remedy. You won’t want to crawl out of your skin—you will shed it.” He laid a tourniquet and a syringe with a cloudy brown liquid on the table. Skip’s eyes widened. He looked at Knuckles and Tito who displayed big smiles. “Uh, not big into needles, guys,” Skip said trying to sound cool but resolute. Tito put a hand on Skip’s back and rubbed his shoulder to get him to relax. Knuckles too started kneading Skip’s shoulder. “What is that?” Skip asked uneasy, feeling the room closing in on him. Under the table Tito rubbed his cock through his swimsuit. For a brief moment he was conflicted. Yes, he want to be with these guys, but didn’t want to get into the whole shooting up junky thing. He just couldn’t see his life going that way. De Sade held the syringe up to the swaying overhead light. He tapped the vial dislodging tiny air bubbles and squirted out the thinnest stream of liquid out the end. “Most people mix heroin with coke to make a speedball. But coke fades long before the heroin does. Meth last much longer and is muy amoroso, right Tito?” de Sade asked. Tito nodded in agreement. Skip searched de Sade’s face. What was unnerving was that he was still being friendly, like a dad trying to get his kid to get into the ocean, or to take his first swig of alcohol. “Ah, yeah, guys, I’m gonna take a rain check on this. So maybe we get the boat turned around, like, now?” Tito moved his head close to Skip’s. “I know, man, it looks scary, but trust me. One stick, Chico, and pow,” he said, eyes wide and crazy, “heaven spreads its legs for you.” “Put out your arm,” de Sade firmly. Skip started to struggle, then realizing Tito and Knuckles weren’t going to let him out, made a violent attempt to climb out of the booth…and then what? Jump off the yacht and swim back to a shore that wasn’t even there anymore? Fuck yes, but Knuckles and Tito had him locked in. Skip no longer had a plan, he only had instincts. He fought until Knuckles pushed him back into the booth so he couldn’t move. Tito wrapped the tourniquet tightly around his bicep and a few small blue veins revealed themselves on his forearm. Knuckles held his wrist firmly against the table. “Don’t be like this,” de Sade said. “We want you to be one of us. And your veins are very small, it’s hard enough without you fighting. You’ll make me miss,” warned de Sade. Skip gave one last burst to get free but Knuckles and Tito leveraged their full weight against him, which didn’t allow any more movement. Skip braced himself and felt the needle prick his skin. His blood combined momentarily with the vial’s mixture before de Sade began pushing the speedball into his system. “Mierda,” de Sade grumbled. He held up the needle, displaying a full vial of reddish-brown liquid. “Your vein rolled, Chico.” He set the syringe on the table. “I really would like you to be with us, but I need you to cooperate. Knuckles let him go. If he doesn’t want, okay.” Knuckles release his grip. Skip still felt Tito playing with the lump rising in his bathing suit. “Your choice, Skippy. Lay out your other arm if you want this and be with us.” A funny thing was happening to him. Just the small amount that pricked his skin and got it into his bloodstream was making him feel extremely good and more than a tad bit horney. Maybe de Sade planned this. If he did it was a good plan. Skip took a deep breath, and then laid his arm on the table. “Yes!” Tito exclaimed, and undid the tourniquet and handed it to Knuckles. Knuckles bound Skip’s other bicep, and de Sade instructed him to make a fist. De Sade looked into Skip’s eyes smiling like an approving father. “Ah, look. Here is the one I’m going to hit,” de Sade said, tracing a vein on the inside of Skip’s arm. Even that small about of tactile contact made Skip feel good. What would the whole amount do, he wondered? “Ready?” Skip nodded. “Stick,” de Sade said. The needle registered fresh blood, and the full speedball went into Skip’s system. *** It’s been said a speedball’s rush is like a handjob from God. In Skip’s cases it was a handjob from Tito. Skip repeated fuck, over and over, hoping the intensity of the rush wasn’t going to keep getting more intense. But that’s exactly what happened, like someone continuously polishing your nob after you’ve cum, pleasure not meant for mere mortals. The meth rush hit first. He fell fast from it, a massive surge of elation jammed into the first few seconds, then ten, sixty…this wasn’t stopping. His stomach almost puked sensing the speed of this unending elation, he couldn’t take one more second of it, but then the hammock of heroin caught him, rocked him, bounced him, swirled him in slow motion, sending his brain out in every direction. His head fell forward. He gripped the table with both hands thinking that would stabilize him. But nothing was stable. Everything was in motion. He saw de Sade crawl over the table toward him and give him a strong, forceful kiss. He stuck his tongue right back as forcefully as he received. De Sade pulled back only an inch to admire Skip’s dilated pupils, the iris so thin, like the corona of a sun in eclipse. “You love it,” he whispered, “don’t you, papi?” “Ah, fuck, yesssss. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuuuck.” The meth made him want to get up but the impulse was countered by the heroin, and he lolled in a no-man’s land of pure bliss, hovering in his body, suspended in a feeling he was floating in a warm bath, wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure, orgasming directly in the grip of God. “Ah, fuck, what is this?” he said dazed, unmoored. This had no relation to his previous life. This was like trying to explain colors to the blind. He looked around this table of men. You have these concepts—bath, floating, orgasm, God, men—but to the uninitiated they remain concepts. Who knew what was inside these words? He now was inside them, felt it all, was it all, was the orgasm, inside the finger, was God. There was no separation between him and the men at the table anymore. He was captive of the rush, which wasn’t going anywhere. Like de Sade’s first grip on him, it wasn’t letting go of him anytime soon. Tito and Knuckles rousted him out of the booth, carrying him, one arm draped over each of their broad shoulders, taking him down, step by enormous step, down to the master cabin. In the master cabin Tito face was now in front of his. Tito held his head, stuck his tongue in his mouth. Ever since the drug hit, Skip felt a moment behind each motion he went through. The delay allowed for something however, a new lack of inhibition, a leaving behind his former self. The snake skin de Sade had promised. Thinking trailed far behind him, desire had free reign. He made out with Tito like a drunken sailor, slobbering, flopping onto his naked chest, pinching his tits, grabbing his crotch, groping his growing pecker through his shorts. Tito laughed at Skip’s wanton intensity, and ripped the kid’s swimsuit off, letting him weaved naked in front of them, holding out an arm for balance or to try to touch Tito again. Between the motion of the ship and his imbalance, he had to be propped up. Knuckles scooped him up like a bride, and laid him on the rubber bed, but not before Skip pulled himself close enough to Knuckles' face and stick his tongue down the large man’s throat. Knuckles was at first surprise, then aroused, then responded forcefully pushing Skip’s face back on the bed with his open mouth. Knuckles looked at the kid, wiped his face, was smitten. No one had ever kissed him like that, especially someone so beautiful. “You like this feeling, Chico?” de Sade asked. Skip nodded his head slowly as he reach up to kiss de Sade again. De Sade push him back. “Papi Chulo is what I’ll be for you this week. You want for nothing.” Skip ran his hands over his own torso. Felt his burning chest, his heart beating wildly under his breast bone, heard de Sade voice like it was underwater. “I make you feel this way from now on, día y noche.” Skip tried to speak but de Sade put his mouth around his erect pole, slid down, down to the root, so just a gasp of air aspirated out. De Sade then stripped as did his men. All were rigid, dripping, ready to take turns fucking the new crew member. There was nothing Skip wouldn’t do in his present state, nothing too debauched. Tito put a leg up on the bed so that his hairy asshole was available for Skip to chew on. A hairy cave was Tito cavern, full of smells of hell’s pit from which Skip greedily ate. The boy spat into it and mixed his saliva with the crust that engulfed Tito’s crack. Knuckles took up where de Sade had left off, and sucked Skip’s tool, while de Sade raised the kid’s legs to eat out his hole. Knuckles rested his head and rubbed Skip’s chest and belly. De Sade’s tongue drilled into Skip’s hole sending waves of fire through Skip’s body. De Sade reach up and started stroking Tito’s dripping cock. Four men became a new creature, a slowly careening, ricocheting embodiment of lust. “How you like partying with us now, papi?” Skip had no words, just nodded deep within Tito’s crack. He felt one long finger drill deep into his hole. It scanned around, greasing his rectum. Then he felt another thicker finger enter him. They worked at first in concert, going in and out alternately. They then joined together and started stretching him, north and south, east and west. Another long finger joined in, then another fat finger. Again, the four fingers stretched his sphincter in all directions. It felt like he’d entered heaven, until two more fingers, one thick, one thin, united with the first four. Now six fingers were filling his hole, pushing in thick viscus lube, pushing it deep into his guts. Of course he’d been fingered before, also fucked, but this was stretching him much wider. The girth of six fingers felt like the width of largest cock that had ever penetrated him. He couldn’t remember whose cock that had been. That was in a time that no longer existed. Only now is what he felt. He barely remember who he was? Skip? Alastair? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that two more fingers were fusing into his hole. Eight fingers pulled and prodded, ripping his hole open in the most sensual way. He couldn’t resist. Four thick finger came out and the other four went deep inside. A sensation like no other he’d ever felt, a hand it was that went into his body, his rectum accepted it without question, his sphincter clamped on the hairy wrist, which pushed the hand inside another inch. It was impossible. A man’s hand was inside him. It sat there Immobile, massive, the queerest sensation of fullness, pleasurable, yes, uncomfortable, yes, intensely gratifying. What more than yes? And then fingertips moved. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” he cried. “Yes,” he panted. Tito moved his leg over Skip’s torso so he could sit squarely on his face. Skip laid blind within Tito’s hairy, musky butt, and he gratefully ate Tito out, while Tito wanked himself watching de Sade hand push into Skip’s hole. Knuckles laid on his side greasing de Sade’s forearm. Skip had diminished senses operating. The taste and smell of Tito’s rancid butt were two. But Tito’s muscular ass masked Skip’s sight and muffled sound. That left touch. And touch was overpowering everything else. These fingers teased within. He didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t tell if they were going in deeper or being pulled out. When he felt a vast emptiness he knew the hand had been withdrawn, but then a few thicker fingers slid inside. Colder and slipperier lube accompanied these new fleshy fingers. He felt a large hand with insanely large knuckles ripping at his hole. Just part of the hand was fitting inside but was insisting on full penetration. Pain started registering and he started crying out. Tito got off his face, and broke something under his nose. He’d done popper before but this was different, stronger, hit him hard, made him bare down and want those knuckles inside. The hand came out and more lube poured into his open hole. He felt the cold slop turn warm inside him, and the knuckled hand went back in as another snap cracked under his nose. “Take it, papi,” de Sade whispered in the dark, swaying cabin. “Want it.” He wanted, desired, couldn’t live without this hand inside him. Knuckles broke through. Not many could take his fist. He felt the connection that most of the other crew felt all the time with each other. It was rare for him to penetrate and he wasn’t going to waste it. He pulled out almost all the way, stretching Skip’s ass to its widest point, then went back in where he had just been, resting until he felt Skip relax. He slowly twisted his hand, which elicited deep moans from the most beautiful boy he’d ever been with. His cock dripped in his desire for the boy. De Sade bent down and slowly sucked Knuckles' gargantuan member like he done many times before. It sent a passionate frenzy through Knuckles' body and he slowly began pumping his hand into and out of Skip. Skip was in a delirium of mixed sexual agony and ecstasy. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he was feeling, had never felt anything like this in his life, so had nothing to compare it to, he just knew he wanted more. He gave up his body completely, letting Knuckles explore his interior, encouraged him with amorous moans, affirmed the pleasure Knuckles provided, felt Knuckles’ body up with gratitude. With Tito off him he could see Knuckles in the shadows, carefully and lustfully driving his large hand deep and stretching him out. De Sade added two fingers to Knuckles large wrist and rode them along the large man’s forearm as he went back in. Added a third digit on the next thrust of his arm. Skip groaned but not in protest. It was a groan like he’d never made before, surrendering, pleading, begging for more. De Sade added a fourth, and held it in place until Knuckles pulled out completely, causing Skip to yelp, and immediately replaced Knuckles' huge hand with his clenched fist. It went in with little resistance. Skip watch Tito start stroking his cock. The eroticism of simultaneously feeling his insides being stretched in unimaginable ways, while he was getting jerked off by this beautiful criminal, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done to deserve this. He started bucking on de Sade’s arm and into Tito’s fist. De Sade encouraged him. “Sí, papi, let it go. Fuck yourself on my arm. Let Tito get you off,” he said. Skip raised his knees up and slowly pulling himself off de Sade stationary arm before using his weight to slide back down, feeling each single black hair on de Sade’s forearm slide into him, satisfying his fevered hunger. Repeatedly he rose and fell. “Ah, good boy, sí. Show us how a puta likes to take it.” Tito broke another capsule under Skip’s nose and Skip increased his rhythm and flailed on de Sade’s arm in greedy abandon. He couldn’t get enough of the sensation, the expansion in his bowels that unnerved him and unveiled his inner pig. “Fuck, yeah, daddy. Fist that hole, give me a crater, wreck it, fuck yeah, destroy that hole,” he shouted. “Hold him,” de Sade said. Tito took one leg and Knuckles the other. “Sí, I will.” Skip laid back on the rubber sheets and scanned the faces of Knuckles and Tito. He was puzzled why they looked so concern. De Sade put the nozzle of the lube bottle inside his hole and squeezed an insane amount till it oozed out. He slid one hand inside and added two fingers from his other hand along his wrist, pushed in, then pulled out. De Sade slid in his other hand into to the gaping hole adding four fingers of his other hand. He pushed in deep and held it there. He pulled out and slid his first hand back inside, rose on his haunches, and pushed his immense dark, eel of a dick inside, slithering his cock along his arm until his head crowned into his palm deep inside Skip’s bowels. De Sade started playing with his uncut meat, squeezing his foreskin over his glans like he enjoyed when he was jerking himself off solo. Well, he was jerking off, it was all just surrounded by the boy’s colon. It didn’t take him long. Tito cracked some amyl under de Sade’s nostrils and then shared a second with Skip. That got Skip to start humping de Sade’s fist and cock ferociously, which, in turn, excited de Sade. De Sade increased the rapidity and depth of his strokes, until, seeing Skip’s silent, distorted face, he convulsed, shooting multiple times, pumping his fist deep in Skip’s hole each time he shot another wad. Skip’s body absorbed the shocks, each time howling, unable to make sense of what was happening to him. Tito stroked his cock furiously on the last of de Sade seizures, and the kid, in delirium, shot across the room, white webs of cum clinging to the headboard. After de Sade wiped sweat from his eyes, he needed to piss. Having the boy still attached made him a perfect receptacle. He waited until he had a steady flow, then played with his piss stream, pinching his slit, then letting it burst with a fierce gush. Skip definitely felt pin prickly gushes in his gut—a burning hot sensation along his colon walls—and since it was all chem piss, it absorbed directly into his system. He got higher, if that was still possible, hornier, more deviant. But to be real for a minute, with the more potent chemicals rapidly filling his body, his consciousness was starting to fade. There are diminishing returns with too much of a good thing, and Skip was reaching that limit, but not before de Sade slithered out his dick and tried inserting a second fist. The effects of chem piss brought out a manic desperation. Skip tried, determined to take de Sade’s second fist. He bore down, pushed, strained, with de Sade assisting, applying pressure on his end. De Sade withdrew both fists, and reinserted the first fist going deep. He then eased in the second hand gliding down the inserted wrist, but was held in check by the flesh above his thumb. Tito snapped one last capsule and Skip inhaled deeply. His ass relaxed with his desire at its peak. Two fist were inside Skip. A feeling of massive fullness, even a sense of utter completion, he look up at de Sade knowing what was inside him, which spread a smile across his face. Tito and Knuckles would take turns after de Sade was finished. The next morning Khan would have his chance and the cycle would begin again. Seven days would pass by the time the yacht anchored in Veracruz, his hole completely broken, ready for his new life. Skip never became fully consciousness again. Once they reached their destination, de Sade held an auction and Skip was sold to the highest bidder. His new owner kept him permanently drugged, selling him nightly as the fuck junky he was now destined to be. “Roll credits. Flash disclaimer. The end,” said Manetti. *** “What?! No-no-no-no-no.” Tobias cried out appalled. “Michael, that’s your ending? What is wrong with you? That is completely unacceptable.” Tobias was ticked. Mitchel looked over at the two mortician’s who wore sinister sneers on their faces. Drax was, as always, inscrutable. Only Jamal blinked in confusion at Manetti’s ending. “Well, how would you end it?” Manetti asked Tobias, having just spent the last half hour improvising his ass off, trying to spin a tale of how Drax could buy a boat and make a porn film on it, dreaming up what kind of porn film it could be. Yeah, that’s his story! He was out on the island to buy Drax a boat. That’s why he didn’t come back to the apartment last night. He, of course, would have first gotten Drax’s okay, naturally, it was his money after all. Manetti was just being an entrepreneur. He’d been scouting out possibilities, locations. Yeah, Skippy and the Pirate—just a concept, he stressed—was the type of film Drax could shoot. “Okay,” Manetti capitulated to Tobias, “maybe not sell Skippy as a sex slave if that bothers you.” Roger suggested that Skippy in the House of Whores, might be an interesting sequel. Boris chortled at that. “I feel betrayed!” Tobias was unrelenting. “What a sick, twisted little mind you have, Michael Manetti. You don’t do that to the main character. Not if you cared…” “Tobias, stop,” Boris interrupted the man’s rant. “Mother, get her smelling salts. She’s about to faint. Tobias, bubbe. When was the last time you actually cared about a character in a porn film? I’ll tell you when. Never. The kind of collections I have at home?” He held up a wagging finger. “Not one redeemable character. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ll tell you one thing: I don’t watch porn for plots. Climaxes yes, plots no.” “In our line of work,” Roger injected, “it’s actually refreshing to see someone get used by scores of men for no particular reason. It counteracts the savagery that comes to us regularly from the city’s morgue.” Both morticians nodded gravely. “You can’t begin to imagine the real horror people inflict on each other.” That actually got an eyebrow raise from Drax. Tobias still had a fisheye trained on Manetti. “What?” Manetti barked. It was Manetti’s turn to feign hurt. (Secretly he felt relieved his story caused so much vexation. Perhaps it was enough to distract Drax and ward off suspicion—that he’d cooked up a story convincing enough, that buying Drax a boat for a porn shoot was potentially plausible. It could happen, he reasoned.) “It’s just a stupid story, Tobias, enough to get you from one fuck scene to the next.” “But just look at Chris,” Tobias said pointing to the boy. They all looked at Chris whose dick was so hard it was purple. “You’ve totally corrupted him with your lurid tales. And the only character that might have any redeeming quality you heartlessly sell as a junky for life. Unconscionable.” Manetti saw the kid was definitely in a state. “You know I’m just pulling shit out of my ass, don’t ya kid?” Admittedly he was a little shock the kid sported such a big hardon from a pretty tawdry story. “I thought the pirate was going to make him part of his crew,” Chris said almost wounded. Regarding Manetti through his thick coke-bottle glasses, Mitchel agreed, “Yes, Michael, that would make a better ending. If you’ll allow me to get a little Freudian, dear, a bit of your subconscious is showing.” Manetti quickly looked away. “If Skippy is Chris, and the pirate is a stand-in for you, I think your ending betrays a conflicted moral compass. Do you want to corrupt or are you seeking to redeem?” Manetti refused to meet his gaze. “I’m Skippy?” Chris asked startled. “Okay, okay. The pirate makes Skippy part of the crew, in fact, he made him his cabin boy. Satisfied?” Manetti said exasperatedly. “No, Chris, you’re not Skippy. Mitchel’s the one now pulling shit out of his ass.” Roger turned to Boris. “Mmm, the pirate and the cabin boy. Very Treasure Island.” “Treasure Island equals awesome,” Chris squeeled to the morticians, “Mike, you’d be a great Long John Silver.” “I’d say,” mumbled Roger. Tobias just shook his head in dismay. “I know it only two o’clock but I’m parched. Anyone else care for a cocktail,” Tobias asked the room. “Sweetheart?” he asked Mitchel. “School night, Pumpkin. We need to get back. I have papers to grade.” Mitchel spotted Crusher wheeling his suitcase through the courtyard. “A short one,” Boris said, looking at Roger. “Make it two, but if you have any plastic cups from the party, let’s use those. We need to be going.” Tobias swept out of the room. “So,” Mitchel said, getting off the couch, passing Drax with a wary eye. He unlocked the sliding door, and instantly a cool Atlantic breeze floated in. “Alastair von Ingerschleben. Where did that come from?” he asked Manetti in passing. “Crusher, bring me the franchise papers to look over this week,” he yelled. “Will do. Thanks Mitch. Great party. Kisses to the Misses,” called Crusher, wheeling his suitcase over the coy pond bridge. Mitchel didn’t like Drax in his house, but he was amused by Michael’s improvised story. The cool breeze brought a briny smell of the sea with it. Wallace rose, his tail wagging, sniffing the salty air. “Alastair Inge was this snooty kid on my high school wrestling team,” Manetti said, shrugging his shoulders. “Never liked him.” “Although apparently you remember many details about him,” Mitchel teased. He sat back on the couch and lit a lilac scented candle on the coffee table. The closed room, or perhaps it was Drax’s mere presence, left an unpleasant, lingering odor. Manetti wasn’t sure how or if Drax was buying any of this, so he tested the waters. “So you see, Master Drax, I was telling these guy you wanted to buy a boat to make an outdoor porn film.” “And why on earth would I ever want to do that,” Drax laughed. He got up waving the candle scent away from him, and roamed around the room. He examined objects on the display case—a fine china vase, a few first edition books—finally landing his hand on top of Chris’ blond head. “How was your night, Christian? Did you and Michael have fun at the party?” “Yes, we did, Master Drax,” Chris said. “There were all these fireflies, but they should really be called fire-beetles, ‘cause they’re beetles and not flies at all. And they wiggle their butts to attract mates. And that’s what I did all night. I attracted lots of mates with my butt.” Drax chuckled. “I’m sure you did, child,” Drax said as he regarded Manetti. “The things he’s learned since he’s been with you, Michael. What clever, clever boys I have,” he snickered darkly. Drax’s mirthless laugh had a chilling effect on the room. Although Chris seemed oblivious, the morticians and Mitchel stiffened as they sat. Manetti guarded his emotions, still trying to assess where he stood with Drax. Drax said to Mitchel, with insipid friendliness, “We’ve been sitting here for so long listening to Michael’s tall tale of boats and pirates, we never got around to proper introductions. I don’t know these dapper gentlemen, but something about them tells me I should like to know them better. Would you be so kind, Professor, as to make the introductions?” Mitchel looked like he had something foul in his mouth, but he introduced Boris and Roger, nevertheless. Tobias came back with three gin and tonics for himself and his two guests in red plastic cups. “And who is this fine strapping lad?” Drax inquired after the Great Dane. He placed a hand on the dog’s face. The animal slapped his tail against the sliding glass window several times. “That’s our Wallace,” Roger admitted proudly. Boris fidgeted uncomfortably. Drax watched both men curiously. “Mr. Drax, can I offer you coffee, or a cocktail perhaps?” Tobias offered. “So kind of you, Mr. Glass, but no. I’m still trying to understand why Michael and Christian are out here and not back home in New York where they were supposed to be after…” “We had invited Michael,” Mitchel interrupted. “Our special guests of the night and he brought Chris along with him.” “Yes,” Tobias picked up from Mitchel, “for our Towel Party. You are familiar with our annual event, certainly.” “Most certainly. Legendary, I believe. I had hoped some of it was still going on. I had Jamal pack the camera just in case. You can imagine my disappointment that all the guests had departed. Still, maybe we can improvise something. It’s true, gentlemen. No one wants porn to have stories, especially stories with silly names, and pirates and boats. No, what we want is nameless men to simply fuck and be fucked, or fist, or jerk off, suck, pee, tie each other up, beat each other with whips, and do the most astonishing things to one another. To just come into a room, a room like this one, and show us something we want to see. Perhaps shock us by showing something we’ve always wanted to do, or, at the very least, wanted to witness. The only satisfying ending in porn, Michael, is a happy ending—someone or everyone needs to cum. That’s all one needs to get to the credits. Let me demonstrate.” Drax leaned over as an aside to the morticians, “Knowing our boy, this won’t take long.” The morticians snickered. “No plot, simply a naked boy with an erection, gentlemen. Observe. Christian?” he said, while pointing to Jamal to get the camera ready. “I wonder if you would show us what so many men have done to you lately. Maybe start by sitting on my fist. Just frame him, Jamal, and my hand. I’m sure, Christian, our guests would like a little entertainment. No plot, gentlemen. Just spectacle.” Jamal had the camera rolling. Christian rose fingering his butt, but Mitchel quickly stood up and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Our guests, Mister Drax, would not like a little entertainment. While our debauchery knows no bounds—we have, after all, our house filled with it last night—but let me point out first, I have no wish for our compound to be the setting for one of your little films. Second, I don’t appreciate a lecture on lechery. I grant you none of us knows the subject better than you, but spare us such a crass demonstration of licentiousness using this young boy simply to prove your capacity to corrupt. You, sir, are corruption—we’ve never had a doubt about that.” Mitchel looked at the two mortician’s who had been leaning in, ready for a show, but now looked despondent. “Sir,” Mitchel said to Drax, “during the time it takes us to escort our guests back to their boat, I would very much appreciate if you wrap up your business with Michael, quickly, and be gone before we get return. Chris, it was an honor and privilege to have you with us. Michael, please call me and we’ll have lunch. There are some outstanding issues that need to be resolved. Gentlemen, Wallace, Sweetheart, after you.” With that Mitchel opened the door for the disappointed mortician’s, their dog, and Tobias who had his hand lovingly over his heart. Tobias stopped at the sliding door and planted a kiss on his husband. Drax said nothing, showed no emotion, but his face was red with fury. “Of course, Professor. We shall be done momentarily, and will leave, all of us, and remove ourselves from your premises.” “Thank you. Mister Drax,” replied Mitchel. He slid the screen door behind him. “Jamal, put away the camera.” Drax was seething, but remained wooden. He stood next to the display case and with one finger pushed a blue and white porcelain vase off its shelf, which Manetti leapt to catch before it hit the floor. “It would be a pity if a candle fell and lit this rug and the entire complex on fire!” Drax shouted the last word, then immediately caught himself. “What do you think, Michael? Should I set things right now or at a more suitable hour?” Manetti pushed the vase back against the wall. “I think if you did anything Mitchel would sue the shit out of you, honestly, if there were even one singe on his carpet,” Manetti replied. “He doesn’t practice, but he’s still on the board of his old firm and well connected.” “He could sue, yes, possibly, unless some accident befell him,” Drax countered. “An ex-con, say, that still held a grudge, a student he flunked who sought revenge, even a random homeless derelict could accosted him on his way home from a late night class. A shiv on a darkened street…” “Alright, enough!” Manetti growled, the first time he ever stood up in all the years he’d known Drax. Drax gave Manetti an ice cold stare. Manetti knew he crossed a line, maybe his second for not coming back to the apartment last night. “Forget about it, Master Drax, let’s just leave. I have your money, and it’s even more than you thought.” He felt—he hoped—the news might deflect him. “How much more?” “Chris, go get it,” Manetti said. “It turns out Chris found two…” “Two hundred thousand dollars in the vent, Master Drax!” he exclaimed, jumping up as if he couldn’t contain himself. “I put the money in my gym bag like you told me to, and hid it before the party.” “Two hundred, you say?” Drax asked surprised. He forgot Mitchel’s rudeness for the moment. Between the money and watching the boy jump up and down so excitedly, pulling on his delightfully semi-erect penis, it put Drax in a better humor. “Go. Fetch it, child,” he said, waving his hand. He watched Chris scampered out the door, jump off the deck, and disappear underneath the cabana. Chris quickly located his green bag. He took out almost all the packets of wrapped hundred dollar bills, each packet ten thousand, and left twenty of them in the gym bag. He dug a big hole in the sand and pushed all the money he’d poached in it. He spied a big palm frond lying under the deck. He grabbed it and laid it over the one million eight hundred thousand dollars, and then pushed the sand back to bury the loot. He smiled seeing as how he now was the pirate with his own buried treasure. He took a stick and marked it with a big X. He scurried from under the cabana, ran over and promptly placed his gym bag with its two hundred grand into Drax’s outstretched hands. Drax couldn’t be more pleased. Nor could Manetti.

7. Night of the Green Fairy It was early evening. Above the compound, the last light of day blushed scarlet between the treetop leaves. Deep male laughter and the clinking of dinner plates came from the main house. The cabana’s picture window shades were open, and from the courtyard tiki flames illuminated the room in flickering shadows. He sat up groggy on the edge of the bed trying to focus. For a second he panicked searching for his bag on the floor. It sat on the nightstand where he’d left it. The nightstand’s drawer was open. Although the room was dark, inside he saw the lube they used and poppers, but also a large assortment of dildos, some black, some flesh-color, white nylon rope, dog collars, cuffs and other stuff, things he had no idea what they were for. He closed the drawer and picked up his bag and shuffled to the bathroom mirror, flicking on the light to check his neck. It was fine, unbruised, still red though from Polanski the night before. He set the bag on the toilet. Manetti was good, going to extremes but knowing where to draw the line. His stomach growled as he stepped in the shower to wash off the crud of sex. He realized he hadn’t eaten anything since the Popeye’s chicken the night before. While he was drying off, a succulent fragrance wafted in the air. He looked in his bag and felt his clothes were still damp. Dang, why didn’t he remembered to hang them out? He was such a moron. He draped them on the shower rod. That left only the baggy red track suit to wear. He climbed into it, cinched his pants, but before going in search of food—and Manetti—he went out with his bag, crawled under the middle of the cabana and stuffed the green bag between two joists. He climbed back onto the pool deck, brushed dirt off his knees, and went to the main house. Tobias Glass stood at the head of a black lacquered dining table surrounded by his friends, Manetti among them. He was holding court in his favorite green silk kimono, pushing back the decorative katana sword holder on the side table to make room for the finished dinnerware. On a blue Flemish plate with windmills and Dutch girls dancing in clogs, lines of coke were being passed around. Tobias was a tall, thin man with wild, curly gray hair, whose eyes never rested, continually observing his guests, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves. He made his way around the table, making a comment, picking up a dish, running his long fingers through Chuck Brunswick’s wavy locks. Tobias was the first to notice Chris coming into the main house through the sliding door. Cheers erupted around the table as the boy slid the screen closed. “Sleeping beauty!” Manetti called out to him. “Everybody. This is the Chris Prior, Big Ben’s little brother, I was telling you about.” Knowing glances flashed around the table. “We finished, Chief, but I saved your plate.” He was embarrassed by sudden attention and a little uneasy about what Manetti had told the table. He smiled shyly at Tobias who had his hand parked on Chuck Brunswick’s shoulder. Brunswick wiggled his bushy eyebrows at Chris, one of his trademarked gestures that seemed to make its way into every episode. Chris’ heart skipped a beat. “Sit. Eat,” said Tobias, collecting the lasts of the dinnerware. The chair next to Manetti was empty. As soon as Chris was settled in Manetti served up several slices of pork tenderloin and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Across from Chris sat Brunswick’s traveling companion, a very aristocratic, very pretty young boy only a year or two older than Chris. Tobias was making the rounds of introductions, saying he was sure Chris new Chuck Brunswick. Chris nodded assuredly, trying to stop himself from staring. “And his secretary, Andrew Hollister. Secretary? Seriously, that’s not what you’re calling him, dear,” he pleaded to Brunswick. “Personal assistant,” Brunswick said, smiling wryly. “Very personal,” said a short, muscular man at the end of the table. In his early thirties, balding, he sported a mustard-colored horseshoe mustache, and was passing his empty dinner plate up to Tobias. “Andy,” Andrew Hollister added to his introduction, not looking at Chris but tipping a rolled-up twenty dollar bill down to the plate of coke. For all his refined facial features, high cheekbones, dark hair that contrasted with his deep set blue eyes, he filled out his tank top, pecs and arms, with impressively cut muscles. On second glance, though, Chris couldn’t help notice his neck seemed a little thin compared to the rest of his bulk. “And at this end of the table, this little person barely able to get his wee arms up to the table,” Tobias continued, then said to the man in a mock aside, “I do wish you’d let me get you a booster seat, dear. You might recognize, if you can see him, Mister David Crusher, he of Crusher Gyms.” Tobias was ridiculing the short, but clearly not dwarfish man at the end. The man’s broad, generous smile oozed confidence, some might say conceit. Chris could tell he relished Tobias’ attention. He saluted Chris with a glass of water. Despite his stature Chris saw he was a serious body builder, hiding bulging arms and massive shoulders underneath his white hooded pullover. What hair he still had he buzzed short. It only accentuated his jovial face, topped off with a button nose, and a serious cleft in his chin. “He’s not going to recognize me, you daft old queen,” he said, clasping Tobias’ hand with mock pity. “But I know you forget thing so easily at your age. You really don’t remember Manetti telling us a few minutes ago this is the kid’s first time in New York?” Tobias smacked his hands away and took his empty dish to the side table. “Yo, Hip Hop,” Crusher teased Chris. His voice was surprisingly rich and deep, with a friendly jockishness that suggested he schmoozed easily with his clients and wealthy investors alike. “You know Manetti’s a low life. A clean cut kid like you shouldn’t be hanging around with the likes of him. You’ll get fleas.” “I’m hardy old,” Tobias injected, dabbing a napkin to his lips, then taking the dishes into the kitchen. “Listen, Fireplug,” Manetti responded to Crusher, “Stop trying to steal my date. The kid’s doing just fine. Trust me.” Chris gave Manetti a startled look to see if he was being as protective as he sounded. He also couldn’t believe Manetti called him his date. “Some wine, Chris?” offered the man sitting on the other side of him. He held up a bottle of Chablis. “Thank you. Just water, please,” he answered. The man poured him a glass. His black rimmed glasses had thick lenses that magnified his hazel eyes. He was fiftyish, had a long horse face that was kindly, almost handsome, and he, too, appeared to be built under his Columbia University sweat shirt. Pairing everyone off, Chris assumed he was with Crusher. “I’m so sorry,” cried Tobias hurrying in from the kitchen, and sitting at the head of the table. “Forgive me Chris. Last and definitely least is Mother, Mitchel Goodman,” Tobias said, waving a long green sleeve at the man next to Chris, “my wife of twenty-two long, excruciating years.” “Tobias, if you keep this up, we’ll have to seal you back in your coffin before any of the party guest arrive.” “Promises, promises. Now Michael, my pet,” he said, placing a hand over Manetti’s. “I know you said you and Chris want to keep a low profile, and you may if you must. But you do know you arrived on Towel Night.” Between gobbling down forkfuls of pork and asparagus, Chris asked what Towel Night was. He’d finished his plate and Manetti was piling on a few more tenderloin slices. Everyone glanced around the table suppressing grins. Crusher sniffed loudly and passed the tray of coke to Mitchel. Mitchel tapped Chris’ shoulder and offered more asparagus. Chris nodded enthusiastically. As he was serving, Mitchel explained, “Tobias and I host a bacchanal for selected guests, no more than twelve or fourteen mind you, men that throughout the summer have caught his and my eye.” He set down the asparagus and quickly bent down and snorted two lines, then perked back up and continued a little more brightly. “The Towel Party is a Fire Island institution! It’s not suitable for wallflowers or twinks, but since you’re our house guest you’ll be treated like a dignitary.” Tobias broke in, “Or at least a novelty.” The men all laughed except Manetti, who eyed Chris. Tobias went on to explain further, “A white towel and eye mask along with an invitation were left on each of the invitees’ doorsteps late last night.” He added to the table as an aside, “This year, gentlemen, you won’t believe the variety. A potpourri of perversity!” To Chris he said, “The invitation is for ten o’clock, and the celebrant is expected to wear the towel, mask and nothing more.” “One question, Mr. Glass,” interrupted Andy, finishing his Chablis. “Aren’t most houses home to several men, for the most part? How do they know whom the invitation is for?” “That’s the fun part. Self-selection,” Tobias answered. “It’s a house’s decision who they designate. And they almost always select the most philistine participant, making for the most delicious, unpredictable party. Even if it turns out to not be the one Mother and I had an eye on, the collective house knows best, don’t they dear?” Mitchel agreed wholeheartedly. “The result is always better than we could have anticipated or hoped for—and always in surprising ways.” “Chris?” Mitchel said, passing the coke tray to him. “No thank you, sir,” he said, passing the tray to Manetti, finishing his last bites of food. Manetti said, “What. You’re suddenly a prude about drugs?” “I’m still eating,” Chris complained. “And I don’t want to.” “Oh, Mother,” crooned Tobias. “An old married couple already, just like us.” “Do it,” was all Manetti had to say. Chris growled and snatched back the tray glaring at Manetti. After coming back up and wiping his nose, Chris said, “Mr. Glass. What is a bacchanal?” “Oh, dear,” said Tobias. *** The small dinner party had moved outside. Down in an unlit fire pit, Brunswick sliced the air with the sheathed katana blade, showing Chris and Crusher some swordfight moves from a recent episode. Chris watched enthralled. Crusher was duly impressed. Andy not so much. Manetti had maneuvered Tobias to get him alone by the pool, and was quizzing him about boats for sale. “Drax authorized me to purchase a yacht for him, that’s what brought us here.” “I can’t quite picture Drax on the open sea,” said Tobias, lighting another cigarette as he put out his first. Mitchel walked by, frowning at Tobias as he passed, holding coffee mugs for Brunswick and Crusher. “Don’t give me that look, Mother. It’s only my second.” “He has some idea about a new video,” Manetti went on. “Something like Chris the cabin boy, or something like that.” “Mmm. Sailors, pirates, swarthy men who haven’t bathed in months, capture an innocent boy and teach him the ways of the sea. Ah, the timeless story.” Tobias raised his hand as if reading a marque. “Shanghaied and Seduced. I’d buy that. Hell, I'd produce it if Drax would let me on the set.” He took a long drag off his cigarette. “Well, as a matter of fact, we have some acquaintances that own a mortuary in Montclair. Very macabre characters, with unseemly tastes. If half the rumors are true I certainly wouldn’t leave Chris alone in their company. They’re calling it quits after twenty years. Such a pity. Boris caught Roger milking the milkman.” From the fire pit Mitchel corrected, “He was a beer distributor.” “Shush. A milkman makes for a much better story. Anyway, they’ll be docking here in the morning. They always take the week before the Fourth off. If you’re serious I can have them for brunch, but only if you’re serious. They are undertakers, after all. Not really the life of the party.” He exploded with laughter. Manetti snorted. “I have a feeling that aside from all the mishegas of selling the business, the house, oy, I can’t image, they’ll most likely want to get rid of their yacht.” Mitchel came up behind Tobias and rested his hands on his shoulders. “Who will get Wallace, do you suppose?” “Oh, dear. I hadn’t thought about their Great Dane. Poor Wallace. I suppose they’ll have to split him in half.” The two men chuckled. Manetti pressed, “How much do you think a boat like theirs would run.” Mitchel squeeze in next to Tobias on his lounge chair, “They bought it ten years ago, didn’t they?” Tobias nodded. “That yacht at today’s prices? Maybe one hundred fifty, sixty. I wouldn’t go any higher. Have you seen how worn and cracked the outdoor seating is?” Mitchel said sliding his hand over Tobias kimono sleeve. “Almost as cracked and worn out as they are.” Mitchel croaked, while Tobias gave him a playful slap on the wrist. Chris had overheard part of the conversation about yachts and, since Brunswick had finished his demonstration and was putting the sword away, he drifted over with his hand behind his back. He was feeling mischievous from the coke and also a bit daring from all the male attention he was getting. He dropped his clothes next to Manetti and then did a cannon ball next to him. The spray soaked Manetti's entire back, water dripped over his forehead. “That’s it, you little prick,” he said, stripping off his jeans and vest. He dove naked into the water chasing Chris who was squealing with delight. The dinner party gathered round the pool laughing as Manetti caught up with Chris, picked him up by the neck and legs, rose the naked boy kicking high in the air, and threw him into the deep end of the pool. Crusher stripped off his top and shorts revealing a large, semi-erect woody. He dove in and swam up next to the submerged Chris. Chris popped up wiping his eyes. He said to the boy, “I told you he was low rent scum, didn’t I?” He ran his hand up Chris’ torso. “You come stay with Uncle Crusher when you get back in the city. I’ve got a guest room and I’d like to see what I can do with this body,” he said, as underwater he groped the boy’s hairless crotch. Manetti quickly swam up and got between Crusher and boy. “Afraid he’s got other plans, Uncle Crusher.” Manetti wrapped an arm around Chris’ torso and swam away with his charge. “What, you got a monopoly on the whole family, Manetti?” Crusher bellowed. “Gentlemen, niceness. I’m sure there’s enough Chris for everyone, isn’t there Michael?” Tobias ventured. “Not for free, there isn’t,” Manetti said, urging Chris out of the pool. “What a crab, Manetti,” Chris said, grabbing a white towel and going back over to the fire pit. Manetti followed him, wiping himself off and settling into one of the chairs next to Chris. Brunswick came over and sat opposite Chris. He pulled off his shirt flexing his chest, clearly for Chris’ benefit. The boy toweled his hair, astonished seeing in real life what he’d fantasized about so often in his bedroom back home. “Yeah, Manetti, what a crab,” Crusher said, joining them with his own towel tucked around his waist. Manetti finished drying, popped his butt up and wrapped the towel around himself. Instead of following the others, Chris flung his towel around his shoulders and sat provocatively with his legs spread wide for Brunswick benefit. Tobias and Mitchel had gone in the house and were bringing back several glasses filled with a fluorescent green liquid. Tobias took a look at Chris who was starting to get an erection. “Oh dear,” he said, handing the boy a glass. “And before any of the guests arrive.” “What is this, Mr. Glass,” Chris asked, as Tobias and Mitchel finished handing out the spirits. “It’s called le fée verte, a Towel Party tradition,” Tobias replied. “The green fairy,” Andy translated for Brunswick trying to distract him from Chris’ noticeable and none too shabby hairless boner. “Absinthe?” guessed Brunswick. “Certainement,” responded Mitchel. “We always have a shot before the festivities begin.” Crusher sniffed his glass. “They say, absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.” He looked up at Chris. The boy didn't really get the joke but liked Crusher and snickered anyway. Andy held his glass to the light of a tiki torch. “But it’s illegal, isn’t it?” Brunswick clucked his tongue turning to Andy. “And how many lines of coke have you done tonight, young man?” He ran his hand up Andy’s smooth leg, into his shorts and gave a squeeze. Andy beamed an embarrassed but radiant smile, a smile that showed just how smitten he was with the actor. “It's illegal? I’m in,” Chris said. He downed his glass all the while looking at Manetti. “Oh, yuck. Man! Nasty.” “Dear, boy,” Tobias rushed over to Chris. “It’s meant to be sipped.” He ruffled his blond mop. “Ew, I could just eat you up! Now, if you’re good," he said conspiratorially, "I’ll show you a little trick, but you’ll have to come to the table to see it. And you have to wrap your towel. You’re distracting everyone. Look. Poor Mister Crusher can’t keep from poking through his towel.” Several of the men took small sips. Manetti downed his absinthe in one defiant gulp, and followed Chris and Tobias to the patio table. Crusher followed and, true to what Tobias said, was having a time of it trying to keep his towel tied around himself with his very impressive hardon tenting out. When Manetti and Chris sat down on either side of Tobias, he refilled their drinks. Brunswick and Andy grew curious and gathered round the table. Over the two refilled glasses Tobias produced two slotted spoons and set them atop the rims. From the table’s sugar bowl Tobias picked out two sugar cubes, dipped them in his own absinthe and set them on the spoons. Mitchel dimmed the porch lights, then brought over a book of matches and lit the cubes. They all watched as a ghostly green flames wavered above the glasses. Tobias informed the group, “This is the old bohemian method of drinking absinthe.” He twisted the spoons and let the flaming cubes fall into the glass. The entire contents lit up, casting a bright green light over the men's faces. Chris was fascinated with the green fire. Manetti tried to look indifferent but felt slightly hypnotized by the light. Tobias extended his kimono-draped hand over the flame. “Et voila! The flaming green fairy.” “Appropriate,” quipped Crusher. That got even Manetti laughing. “Baudelaire loved it this way,” Mitchel said. Andy added, “I read so did Oscar Wilde.” “It brings out all sorts of dark impulses—‘harbinger of our darkest angels,’ wrote Poe.” Tobias stated. “You’ll soon see why Van Gogh painted in the manner he did. Now no cutting off Chris’ ear,” he wagged a finger at Manetti, who had no idea what the man was talking about. Chris held up the clouded green liquid and blew his out his flame. He waited till it was cool enough to drink and tasted a sip. “It’s like licorice,” he said. The rest of the men wanted to try their absinthe this way. Manetti shot back his again in a single gulp. As Tobias poured out another round, Mitchel warned everyone that cooking the absinthe made it a lot stronger and brought out the legendary hallucinatory qualities. “Yes, Mother,” Tobias sighed, igniting everyone’s drink. “Mr. Brunswick?” Chris said, feeling his chest. The combination of the coke and the initial effects of the absinthe had brought him round to seek advice from his hero. “Call me Chuck, Chris,” he said, blowing out the flame in his glass and taking a sip. “Mr. Chuck? I mean Chuck,” Chris snickered. He started tweaking his nipples without realizing it. Manetti pushed his hand down. “Um, what was I going to say? Oh yeah.” He took another sip before Manetti took his glass away. “You remember that episode where these crooks confronted a crooked cop, killed him and stole all his money?” “That set up, Chris,” he responded, rubbing a hand through his fleecy chest. He too was starting to feel the green fairy. “That seemed to happen in a lot of episodes.” “Yeah,” Chris said, looking at his idol’s chest, the pecs so round, his shoulders so hard. “Um, if there was a third guy that didn’t know any better, but the crooks got him to fetch them the illegal money, ‘cause the money was from drugs that the dirty cop had been skimming from, and this third innocent guy kills the two crooks, and steels their money, would Stacks Lightning still to track him down?” Manetti caught a quick exchange between Mitchel and Tobias. “He’d say the money should be turned over to the police, I would guess.” “But if he didn’t? If say, he bought…?” Chris looked at the mustache and wondered what it would feel like if Chuck was sucking his cock with the mustache brushing his skin, "bought a yacht..." or if they got into sixty-nining and the mustache was tickling his balls. “Dirty money has a habit of getting people dirty, son.” “That’s what I say, too. Makes you dirty,” Chris looked over at Manetti. “Real dirty.” There was a knock at the compound’s archway. The door opened, and an extremely buff Latino man with long caramel hair strolled in accompanied by a regal Black man with long flowing dreadlocks and a burly brown-bearded bear of a man. They all wore towels, their white masks and varying degrees of smiles. Tobias got up to greet his first guests putting on his own mask, while Manetti picked Chris up under his arm, saying he wanted to talk to him. He dragged the protesting Chris to their cabana, tossed him on the crusty bedsheets, and locked the door. “That’s it for you tonight. You’re grounded.” “No,” whined Chris, finding it difficult to get off the bed. “I want to play with those guys. I want to play with Chuck.” “You got too big of a mouth.” Chris was about to holler, but Manetti covered his mouth and pinned him to the bed. He raised a finger to warn Chris to behave, but Chris was struggled drunkenly and noisily. Manetti, too, was starting to feel the effects of the absinthe and knew he had to act quickly. He opened the nightstand’s drawer. He rifled through the paraphernalia. Out came a muzzle that went over Chris face. He cinched it tight. Chris tried to speak but his voice was severely muted. Manetti then took out some rope, tied the boy’s hands together and looped it into a discreet eye hook behind the headboard. Chris rolled around trying to get up but Manetti used his weight to secure the boy, first tying one leg, then the other, till the boy was spread eagle on the bed. He battled against the ropes, but the brat wasn’t going anywhere. Once he was assured Chris couldn’t escape, he observed his helplessness. Maybe it was the green fairy but he was starting to get arouse. His cock stirred beneath the folds of the towel. He looked the boy over, his eyes squinting with brooding thoughts. He sided up next to him and started stroking the defenseless boy’s cock, wanting him excited as he was. “So I’m a crab, am I?” Chris stopped contesting, and lay still. There was a new tone in Manetti’s voice, not quite playful anymore, a note of corrupt intent. “You know you've been trouble all night. You've been disobedient.” The tone his father took when he was about to get a beating. Manetti starting scanning the room. “Do you think I haven't noticed the gym bag’s not here. Where is it? What did you do with it?” he asked menacingly, not playing around. Not playing with his dick, just gripping it hard. Genuine fear lit up in Chris’ eyes. Manetti reached into the bondage drawer and brought out a thick studded dog collar. “I think it’s time we play a new game. A game where you learn your place, the same way Drax schooled me.” He locked the collar around Chris’ neck. He shuffled through the drawer’s contents, found something that brought up an evil smile. He pulled out a roll of copper wire and an electro stimulation kit. "I can stretch this game out for a very long time and it never leaves a trace. Or you can tell me where it is. The bag." Hearing no response, slowly he wrapped each one of Chris’ testicles tightly so they each stood out away from his body. He then attached alligator clips to the end of each wire and connected it to the kit. “Where it is?” He lubed his fingers and rubbed the tip of Chris erect shaft. With his other hand he turned on the machine. Chris instantly felt as if rubber bands were snapping his balls. The ceaseless electric shocks made his body dance on the bed. Manetti turned the dial down, and repeated the question. Chris refused to answer as much from his inborn stubbornness as resistance to Manetti coercion. Manetti turn the dial up again. He continued to rub the kid’s nob, beginning to confuse Chris’ sense between pleasure and pain. “The money, kid. Where. Is. It?” He turned the dial higher and stroked his fist tighter around Chris’ erection. Chris pleaded under his muzzle for Manetti to stop. Feeling the power he had over this boy, Manetti started playing with himself. He asked Chris, “It almost feels good, doesn’t it?” He jacked them both. “Almost.” He upped the voltage again and Chris shuddered, real tears forming in his eyes. “Under the house,” he confessed through his muzzle, praying Manetti would stop. “Which house? This house?” Chris nodded. “Too many people outside.” Manetti looked wild contemplating his next move. He stared at Chris like a stranger, his dark brows scowling. His looked changed from anger to hurt. “Why’d you hide it from me?" He dialed the kit back up not for fun but to make him feel pain like he felt. "I could have just swiped it you know.” The voltage going through his balls brought out a screamed but party music played and a large chorus of men milling around muffled his cry. Chris yelled for help. That made Manetti’s mask switch back to anger. He dial the machine up even higher. Chris repeatedly begged for him to stop, but his pleas were easily drowned out by the din and disco music. Manetti closed his eyes. He’d never saw this side of Manetti. Didn’t want to. “Stop!” came out as a muffled plea. Manetti turned off the kit. On re-opening his eyes were clouded, it looked like he didn’t recognize Chris, only that he had a tied up naked body before him. From the drawer he withdrew a leather hood that covered Chris' head down to his cheeks leaving only two hole for his eyes to peer through. He laid a case on the bed and unzipped it. The case revealed twelve shiny metal instruments, long rods whose widths ran from thin to very thick, secured onto a bed of red velvet. Manetti removed one of the thinner ones. He was still stroking the thin body of the boy, but stopped momentarily to grease the rod. “You need to mind completely. Do whatever ever I say when I say it.” He pushed Chris’ pole straight up. With his pinky finger, he pushed lubricant into the boy’s piss slit, then held the instrument against the opening. He let it slide in about an inch, sending shockwaves over Chris as he realized what was about to happen. Manetti took a firm grip of his cock and stroking it, encouraged the weight of the rod to penetrate the boy’s urethra. It slowly made its way down. At first Chris bucked against the invasion, but that made the rod fall even faster so he stopped, tried to accept it, and felt it ooze steadily and unrelentingly downward. He flung his head back and forth at the odd and unnatural sensation. Never thought anything could enter him so intimately, so overwhelming his sense of what could and what couldn’t be done to his body. With every inch he wanted to it out of him, but with every inch it seduced him by its callous indifference. There was a slight S-shape bend in it, and about four inches in, it fell quickly in line with the contours of his channel, slid swiftly in all the way. Manetti then once again started stroking him. The thrill of steel violating his body like this, having Manetti control all his senses, was enough to bring him to an orgasm in spite of the perversity or perhaps because of it. Manetti read how the faceless body bucked in his hand. He released the cock and let it bob on its own, as the kid twitched but didn’t cum. He pulled the tip of the rod almost all the way out then let it slide back in again on its own accord. After minutes of these internal dick fucks, Chris grew to desire this new feeling of his penis being tortured, loved that Manetti was his torturer. When Manetti allowed him to jerk his cock into his hand, Chris realized this man could do anything to him he wanted. “Are you a good boy?” Manetti pulled out one of the thicker instruments and held it up to Chris to contemplate. Chris shook his head both with fear and excitement. “No, you won’t be good?” Chris nodded that he would. “Oh, you’re saying you want this?” Chris shook his head no. “Doesn’t really matter what you want, boy.” The man pulled the tip of the sound out, lubed the new thicker rod, pushed more lube in his slit and held the sound against Chris’ thin opening. “I’ll eventually fuck your cock with my pinkie. Think you’ll like that?” Manetti pushed the thicker sound into his piss slit. Chris cried No! under his muzzle, but the heavy rod dropped steadily and painfully down his shaft, stretching it wider than his urethra was meant to stretch. The boy rasped inside his muzzle, his body shaking at the odd and torturous discomfort. Manetti had started stroking him again, again confusing his receptors, unable to determine whether he wanted this feeling or wanted it to stop. Manetti wouldn’t stop either way so he laid there while the rod inched his way down, aided by Manetti’s pumping fist. The rod halted about three inches into his shaft. Manetti eased his grip and with his fingers started rubbing the spot in his shaft just below where the sound had stopped. The finger stimulated Chris’ urethra, involuntary inviting the painful invader to continue its journey. It fell in deeper. Manetti kept at him, lightly scratching further down his shaft, provoking the painful acceptance of the monstrously thick instrument. Tiring of how long it was taking, Manetti pushed the remaining inch of the sound into Chris, who let out a muffled holler of pain. He then took sadistic delight in pulling the large rod out and back in, spending an extraordinary amount of time watching the boy’s body go from excruciating agony to mild excitement and, eventually, complete rapture. The boy gradually began fucking the air, gyrating his hips. “Good little pain pig. That’s it, be daddy’s pain addict. You like this, don’t you, fucker.” Chris' brain was too addled to respond. All he knew to do was fuck the air harder to keep the instrument poking his prostate. He’d convulse uncontrollably, then return to fucking the fucker inside his shaft. He was ready to blow but Manetti felt darker impulses emerge. He pulled off the boy's mask and intimately appraised Chris face. How easy it was, Manetti thought, to pervert the boy. How the kid’s instincts, being Ben’s brother, were on the slutty side anyway. He decided he wanted to be the one to push him over the edge, make him a dirtier pig than even he was. He left the sound where it was and searched the drawer withdrawing several plastic tubes, a metal ball clam and hex key, and a hand pump, and placed all of it on the bed. “You think you’re some fucking clean cut kid. But I know there’s a dirty street whore in you, a homeless pussy boy who'd do anything for a meal, anything for his next fix.” He licked the kid’s nipple and placed one of the smaller tubes over it and pumped it till it sucked in a good inch of the kid’s tit. He did the same for the other one. It didn’t hurt but Chris saw how plump his nipples were in the vacuum. Soon he’d have utters like Manetti and Master Drax. Manetti unwrapped the copper wire and pulled Chris’ balls painfully down, locking the thick ball weight around his stretched testicles. With the hex key, he locked it in place. “Who owns you now, boy?” “You do, Sir,” Chris called out from under the muzzle, hoping Manetti would let him go. “Hardly mine yet, boy,” Manetti replied. “Soon though. Sometime tonight you're going to prove to me you're a whore. Only then will you'll be mine.” He picked out a very large butt plug with a metal strip running down it. He generously applied lube and twisted it into Chris ass, who grunted as it was going in. As it stretched his ass open to the object’s full width, Chris’ protesting cries came to a crescendo. His ass lips slipped over its wide smooth edge and, as it quickly narrowed, his sphincter pulled it into himself. Chris breathed heavily trying to adjust to the huge object now inside his rectum. Its base kept his anus opened with a constant three inch stretch. Manetti took the wire that came out of the butt plug’s base and connected it into the electro kit. He then took an alligator clip and attached it to the tip of the thick sound going into the boy's shaft. He adjusted some setting and flicked it on. “This cycles up for a very long time before it comes back down. You’re going to love it. Or maybe not. I didn’t at first, but Drax used it to finally persuade me to not only use my hole, but to be it.” Chris felt the first tiny spark slowly run down his penis, then snap sharply through his prostate and land on the metal edge of the butt plug traveling from inner tip slowly ascending out to his sphincter. Once the journey ended, it began again. Tip, to root, snap through his prostate, and run out his hole. It didn't really hurt, more or less tickled. “Do you know the story of the frog who was put in a bowl of warm water and was slowly boiled to death?” Manetti asked the muzzled Chris. “That’s the setting on the machine. It's called the boiled frog. The voltage increases so slowly you won’t realize when it eradicates what's up here,” he said, tapping Chris’ temple. “After, all you’ll see yourself as, is as a hole.” The spark was manageable. Not painful. Its regularity was almost soothing. Almost. Manetti got up and after washing up in the bathroom came back in and searched his jeans, pulling out a small baggy of white powder. “Holy Christ, do you even know how hot you look right now, baby? I don’t know why," he said with glossy eyes, "but I'm lovin' the idea of whoring you out all night. I want you to take so many loads you’re going to be shitting cum into next week.” He returned to the bathroom and soon came back with two orange-capped rigs. Tapping the vial to the light, Manetti said, his voice dispassionate and clinical, “This’ll get you through the next hour. You want to flirt with Crusher and Brunswick? I’ll let you play with them all you want. I want everyone to play with you, but first they gotta pay. Don’t move your arm.” Manetti felt for a protruding vein, stuck him, saw the flash of red, and slammed him good. Chris coughed beneath the muzzle. Manetti ran a hand across his hot flesh, his skinny ribs, the smooth concave belly. He lightly stroked the boy’s flicking dick. The kid responded with the expected quiver everywhere he touched. He removed the muzzle. “You want dick, don’t you, boy?” Chris licked his lips as if starving. “Yeah, Sir,” he said in a steady and determined voice, eyes like large black pearls. “Lots of dick. And fist, Sir. Lots of fists.” Chris bobbed his head eagerly, mouthed a silent thank you. Every now and then his hips twitched as the voltage leapt through his prostate. “Don’t thank me yet,” Manetti responded, uncapping his rig. He stuck himself, rode the rush, and steadied himself with a hand on the door. He turned off the lights, opened the drapes, and left Chris to spin, while he went out to fuck someone or get fucked, he didn’t give a fuck which, and then come back to fetch Chris for his first trick of many. The door clicked shut. In the dark, Chris laid spread eagle on the bed, rushing wildly, shuddering lightly. Pain sat with him so he wasn’t alone. It was becoming familiar, pain was, not a friend exactly—maybe more of an escort. He glanced through the window, each round of electricity growing a little more pronounced, drilling a bit deeper into his permanent hard wiring. He looked up. Outside, in the wavering light of the pool, a sea of a thousand naked men swam toward him. ***

I'm still amazed at the number of guys taking raw cock in the bookstores these days. Not the guys like me (a pig) but by guys who are married or in the closet or whatever. Example- I'm in bookstore this afternoon, and see a 30 something guy, chubby hairy and bearded, so I'm instantly wanting to fuck him. I walk over to him and nod, see he's jerking his cock. He nods back so I get right behind him, reach around and start jerking him off with my hand. Now, my cock was poking out of my jeans, so I lowered his pants enough so my dick could rub his crack and start coating it with my precum. He's loving it and lets me do as I please. I start working his hairy tits and nipple with my free hand, as my cock is sliding up and down his crack. I tell him what a hot ass he has and that I plan to fuck it. He pushes his ass back into my cock a bit, but also tells me he's married. I wasn't sure why he brought that up, but I kept up my prodding of his hole, and put each of my hands on his nipples and started massaging them nice n steady. He's breathing hard, and I tell him what a good boy he's being. My cock head finds his hole, so I gently start to work my slimy cockhead into it, in about a half an inch, then back out so as to not panic him. I tell him not to worry I'm just enjoying his crack, and keep this up for maybe five minutes or so. By then I know my entire head was sinking into his opening, and my precum was already coating his pussy good. Then this married guy just bends forward, all on his own, presenting his pussy for me. I line my cock up and push into him nice n slow. He lets out a muffled cry, and I pause once I'm balls deep, and just rub his hairy ass cheeks with my hand. His ass was amazingly tight, and I just began fucking him steady, telling him how good he felt. After about a minute I sense he was ready to shoot, so I picked up my pace. Well, he came immediately then tried to pull off my cock, so I grabbed his hips and held him tightly as I quickly pumped two last times and bred his hole. He was wriggling pretty hard, but I stayed put til my cock stopped pumping my load in him, then I let him go. He pulled off my cock, turned around and was pissed. He began quickly fastening his pants. To be honest I didn't care. He was a willing participant, and it wasn't my fault he felt guilty. Just to be an ass, before he left I thanked him for taking my nut like a whore and told him he had a sweet pussy. He stormed out. Lol.

ABS after work tonight. I spotted a chubby bearded young bear standing by himself. I walked over, nodded, and pulled my cock out. He immediately got to work sucking me, and after some throat fucking, I asked him if he wanted fucked. He stood up, dropped his pants, and handed me a packet of lube and a condom from his pocket. He was prepared! He bent over a bench, I lubed my cock and as usual tossed the rubber aside. I noticed he took a big hit of poppers, so I slid in all at once, grabbed his hips, and began fucking. Once I saw him jerking his cock a bit, I told him I was fucking him bare, and he just clamped my cock harder. I called him a good whore and began fucking harder. He got off on my name calling, and when I told him he was gonna be my cumdump and was getting my big load up his ass, he started cumming and moaning. I nutted deep, and kept stroking til I went soft and popped out. He pulled his pants up and licked my cock clean, then left quickly. I hung out a bit longer. Sucked off an older guy in a suit with a nice uncut 7", and then another 6" cock on a skinny as fuck 40ish guy with a sexy stache. Left with my cock happy and some cum remnants in my beard.

I am a masculine aggressive muscled up guy that is a huge holed bottom pig. There is nothing girly or submissive about the sex I have. Sodomy is a masculine experience and this verbal pig treats it that way.

By now, the "No guys with BFs rule" had been obliterated. The next thing to go was condoms with hookups. This shouldn't be a surprise to y'all seeing how the story has progressed to this point, but to me it was a change. I had tried hard for years to be a "safe sex only" guy and I had been mildly successful given all the sex I was having; but I loved getting a load shot in my ass and it was becoming easier to just not ask for a condom. I guess y'all would call me a "closet barebacker." Not many of my friends knew unless they fucked me and I would still have condoms by my bed and still ask if a guy was "safe sex only" online. This began to change once I started to talk to a guy online who lived in the far suburbs. His name is Chris. I only ever met him twice. Once on a date which didn't go well and once at a club when he was making out with a friend of mine. Chris and I chatted online every time we'd be online. I asked him about his dates/tricks and he'd ask me. One night, as we were chatting he said something like, "and it was so sweet when I came in his ass" in reference to an 18 year old trick he'd just fucked the night before. I was shocked, or pretended to be, that he'd barebacked with a trick. He replied that he barebacked every guy he fucked. He said he hadn't used a condom in years and every guy, even the "safe sex only" guys, let him bareback them. I was immediately turned on and my dick started to get hard. That night I hooked up with a guy and let him bareback me. It was so awesome. I told Chris what I had done and he asked how the sex had been and I told him it felt amazing. He said that most bottoms want to get fucked bareback because it feels better but they won't ask for it raw because of diseases or fear that they'll be thought of as a slut. I said that was how it was for me. He told me to relax. We chatted like my hesitation and he told me about his conquests for months. I'd get hard as fucking imagining him fucking all those guys and how they all let him fuck them bareback. One Saturday morning, we were online early and he was telling me about his last hookup. I was also chatting with another guy who wasn't far from me. The guy I was chatting with was 22 and didn't have "safe sex only" in his profile. Chris was turning me on with his hookup story and I asked the guy I was chatting with if he "liked to fuck safe or bb?" It's a question I'd never asked before online, but I did because I really wanted to get fucked bareback that morning. The guy I was chatting with said replied that he, "preferred to fuck bare" and I said I did too. I gave him my address and he came over. 10 minutes later I was on my back and his bare cock was sliding in my ass. He fucked me hard and quick and asked if I wanted his load. I said yes and he shot it in my ass. After he left, I messaged Chris about what I'd done. He said I was a good slut. I laughed. As my online hookups progressed, I asked every guy the "safe or bb" question and most would say "bare" or "done both" or "depends." If a guy said "safe," I almost never met up with him. At this point, the condoms got put in a drawer and the lube stayed out. If a top wanted a condom, I still had them but I had to get one for him out of my dresser. I think the final straw for me with barebacking tricks was a dude visiting from Minneapolis. He was dirty hot and had a big dick. We met on manhunt and his profile was clear, he liked fucking guys bareback. We chatted for awhile and I was starting to think he was a "fake or flake" and then he said he wanted to come over. I gave him my address, cleaned out, and was waiting wearing only my running shorts when he got there. We chatted in my living room and he ran his hand up my running shorts and played with my asshole. I moaned and kissed him hard. He slipped my shorts off. I was naked and opened his jeans and sucked his cock. It had to be 8.5" cut. I sucked his cock and played with his balls. He took off his shirt and I helped him out of his pants while I was sucking his cock. We went to the bedroom and I laid back on my bed and he ate my ass. He tongue fucked and finger fucked me for awhile. Then, this guy who'd been really explicit about fucking me bareback, asked for a condom. I was shocked. I said, "You don't need to use one." He said, "I know, but can I have one." I got up and opened my drawer and handed him a condom. I grabbed the lube and put some on my ass and cock. He opened the condom as I was lubing his cock too. When I leaned back he said, "I'll use this if you want me to." I said, "You don't need to use a condom. I want you to fuck me bareback." He smiled at me and slid his bare cock in my ass. I moaned into it and bit down on my lip as his cock pushed inside me. Minneapolis Boy stretched me good and fucked the hell out of me. He made me beg for his load in my ass. I begged for it loudly. He shot inside me and I shot on my stomach. Minneapolis Boy and I fucked for his whole trip (3 days). I even called in sick one day so we could fuck more. He always made me ask for it bareback and he always made me beg for his load. I did both every time. He also told me I should throw away my condoms because I wasn't going to use them anymore. I threw them away. That was the end of my using condoms. Now almost everyone was going to get my ass bareback. I had only one rule left, poz guys had to wear a condom. More to come....