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I gave Jon a break from the ball gag and put it back in the drawer and slide a good sized rock up inside him and fed him a straw so he could suck down some juice and the cap of g put in it and like a good boy he did. He asked if he could get up and I ran my hand through his hair and said not yet baby. Soon thought, very soon it will be over. I went back into the house and checked my email and there was one form the tall poz kid and he asked if he could come back and bring a buddy of his, also poz. I told him sure and then he said, can I fist him? Please? I wrote back absolutely; he should learn sooner than later what his ass is for. Your buddy into fisting also, he wrote back. Fuck yes! My reply was: bring your buddy and be here at 10 PM. I had several more emails and five tops arrive and fuck Jon. He had taken two BBC’s, a white cock 7” and two Big Brown Dicks probably Latin. One of the BBC’s made Jon moan really fucking loud and I almost wished his gag were in, but the black guy liked it. When the last of them left I locked the door and pulled the shade and went in and unfastened Jon and helped him to the shower. Cleaned him up and watched as cum dripped and gushed out of his hole after I spread, he checks and ass. Then I dried him off and took him back in the room and gave him some more juice and lubed up my finger and slide a rock in his hole. It was 9:50 and our friends would be there soon. He just moaned as he lay on the bed and tried to play with his shriveled-up dick. Soon after I left the tall young guy entered with a shorter model type. He was really fucking cute, 5’10 black hair and brown eyes and a dark complexion, meditation looking. They stripped as Jon kept playing with his dick and then Andy I found out later the tall average looking kid went over to him and started playing with his nipples and leaned in and kissed him as Alton the dark complected boy lifted his legs and began to eat his hole. This went on for a few minutes and then they traded places and Andy lubed up and slide his cock in Jon and fucked him while Alton fed Jon his thick dark uncut meat and Jon struggled but sucked his dick. Ten minutes later Andy shot his load in Jon and they traded places again and eight minutes later Alton shot his poz load in Jon. Andy got on the bed and rolled Jon on top of him and pulled his legs forward and slide his dick in him with Alton’s help and fucked him while Alton got some elbow grease and lubed up Jon’s hole and Andy’s dick and then his own dick and he pressed his thick dick against Jon’s hole as Andy held him to his chest and you could hear Jon say no, that is too big and then it hurts and as Alton’s dick passed through Jon’s words became inaudible and as they fucked him for five minutes before Alton and Andy shot another load inside Jon. I could hear Andy tell Jon what a good job he did and how proud he was of him and then he kissed him. Alton lubed up Jon’s hole and ass and slide a ball of elbow grease inside Jon and began to finger him and soon had all four fingers in his ass. He had small to medium hands and he twisted his fingers around and got his hand all the way to his thumb. Andy had been feeding Jon poppers and there was minimal discomfort from Jon. The thumb although proved to be difficult to get inside the boy, he struggled and Andy encouraged him and after ten minutes of trying Alton finally slide in Jon who sounded like a sea lion when Alton’s hand passed his ring and was inside Jon. He tried to pull off, but Andy kept his hips in place and slowly moved his hand around, it seemed to still hurt Jon, so he gently pulled, and his hand popped out. Andy told Jon that was amazing and how hot It was, you are the hottest bottom he said and kissed Jon. All the while Alton was playing with his hole and a few minutes later he starting pressing his fist into Andy and soon popped inside and this time with less of a reaction from Jon but Jon still struggled and Alton slowly pulled and it popped out. Two more times and Jon finally seemed to feel how amazing Alton’s fist felt inside him and Alton fisted him for a few minutes and then gave Jon a break. Andy slide out from under Jon and Alton took his place and kissed Jon as Andy lubed up his much bigger hands and began to play with Jon’s hole. He had three fingers in him and then four and twisted them around. Then tried to slide his fist inside and it was too big, and Jon said not more please. Alton grabbed the impact and a rag and sprayed it on the rag and stuck it in Jon’s mouth and told him to breath. Jon lost himself and Andy forced his hand inside and out and then inside and twisted around and out. He did that four times and then Jon started to come to and all you could hear him say was omg, omg fuck yea. Andy fisted him for ten minutes and then shot his load inside him as he slides his dick in next to his hand. Alton traded places and soon gave him another load. They fisted him for twenty more minutes and then both got cleaned up and dressed and Andy leaned down and told Jon, you know if you want a boyfriend, I am into you boy. Then Andy kissed him and left.

Part 18 - Hidden From View Moham sat in the lounge with the two guys he brought to the party, Dexter who was a 23 year old decent looking chav guy wearing track suit bottoms and a baseball cap. The other wore sunglasses and baseball cap, he had a close cropped light brown beard, muscled and tattooed wearing clothes that showed off his body. Standing just under six foot he packed a decent size package that was evident from the bulge in his shorts. He looked like the type of guy you see in porn movies and yes, Sean was one of the top ranked gay porn stars for a multitude of bareback studios but currently under exclusive contract to Arrogant Boys. British based but spending the majority of his time in the US filming he was back in the UK for a few weeks. Through his various friends he had heard the account of these parties by wealthy men and had been seeking an invite for a few years since the reward for one night of sex was pretty good. He knew that he would have to play it down and be submissive instead of his usual brutal topping, his favourite thing was to hogtie the bottom then pound the hell of their arses so that when they were leaving they felt they were departing in two parts. At 29 Sean was getting tired of the filming schedules and demands of scenes especially with guys that didn't float his boat. He was also finding it difficult to give up being a porn star since it was easy money doing something he liked, fucking. It took a long time getting this invite even after being put forward by a friend who had attended one in Zurich and today was the first time he had met Moham. Adam glanced at Sean thinking he recognised him but his attention drawn to Moham, Moahm stood and hugged Adam like a long lost friend clearly happy to see each other. "Simon wants to talk a little business quickly with you, the CFO from IntecSolutions is here" Adam said. Moham nodded "I heard he came over" Moham replied. "I scooped 5% of the shares this morning" he added. Adam chuckled "He is in the study" but Moham gave him a look. "Ah, they are upstairs, happy" he said. Moham smiled "Good, I will pop up and see them in a minute" he said walking out. Adam turned to Dexter "So you will be known as A" he said then looking at Sean "You will be B". Dexter nodded "What do we do?" he asked nervously in a deep voice unsuited to his appearance. Adam smiled "Chill out, dinner will be at 7 then the auction then I take you to the room" he said. "Do we get to choose or is it just highest bidder?" Sean asked crossing his feet settling back on the sofa. "Highest bidder, that is how you get the bigger commission payment" Adam said staring at him. Sean nodded "What is the max?" he asked confidently. Adam chuckled "£50k if you get a high bid" he said. Sean whistled softly "Where do I know you?" Adam asked. Dexter suddenly looked at Sean as well. "Done some gay porn" Sean replied. Adam smirked "Oh yeah, maybe you can show me tomorrow before you leave" he replied. "Cool" Dexter said smiling "maybe we could hook up, always wanted to fuck with a porn star". Sean laughed "Sure if you think you can handle the abuse I dish out" he said arrogantly. Sean suddenly leaned forward looking out the window "Who is that?" he asked Adam. Adam glance over "A bidder" he replied watching Moham and Simon talking. Sean smirked "Hope he bids for me" he said. "That I would do" he said without waiting for a response. Conrad walked out of Carrington's room in search of Charlie then rang his phone but there was no answer. He walked downstairs breaking party rules and saw Moham and Simon walking and talking on the terrace and went outside via the kitchen door. "Simon have you seen Charlie?" Conrad called out. "Hi Moham" he added. Simon looked over "No, last I saw was him heading over to the house" he replied. "Okay guess he went to get showered and changed" Conrad said disappearing back inside quickly. Moham smiled "I would pay a £1 million for a night with Conrad" he said seriously. Simon laughed patting his shoulder "Oh no, that would make him independent and leave here" he replied. Charlie woke wondering what had happened and how he ended up on the dining room floor, panicking when he saw his legs tied with duct tape and making an effort to move his arms before realising they were secured behind his back around the leg of the dining room table. The natural instinct was to struggle and break free from the restraints proving no good, he couldn't even call out for help with his mouth firmly taped shut. He looked around the dining room for any signs of someone there but all was quiet. He could hear the tinkering of a teaspoon in a mug coming from the kitchen, whoever it was had made themselves at home. The shuffling of heavy boots crossing the carpet in the hallway then appearing at the doorway. Charlie looked up at the bearded man standing there sipping the hot drink from the mug, confused trying to make sense of who it was. The facial features not hidden by the beard looked very familiar, the light behind the figure made it hard to distinguish who it was. They walked in to the dining room putting the mug down on the sideboard, the irony of this action from years of being told off not to put hot drinks on this piece of furniture came rushing back to Charlie weirdly making him irate. The figure knelt down in front of him then quickly Charlie felt the sharp sting and pain burning across his face from the hard slap. A second slap struck the opposite side of his face, both dealt with the force to slightly stun Charlie. He shook his head trying to shake the pain off hearing the person laugh and stand up. That was unmistakable, the laugh he knew only too well and looked up at the smiling face. "Hello Charlie, been a long time mate" Joshua said pulling a chair up next to him. "Funny thing you being a twin, I thought you were Conrad at first" Joshua said smirking. "Uhm" Charlie tried to speak but the gag prevented his lips from moving. "Had to think fast when I stood behind you" Joshua explained. "Had to put you out" he said. Charlie struggled fighting to get free "You are not going anywhere Charlie" Joshua told him. He leaned forward stroking Charlie's face "Not until I have what is mine" he said. "Mind you I could take you instead, I mean you are identical after all" Joshua said softly. Charlie made muffling sounds, "Oh, I forgot my manners" Joshua said rising off the chair. Sitting aside Charlie's legs he ripped the gag off "Argh" Charlie cried out "Get the fuck off me". Joshua laughed "Where is he Charlie?" he asked looking menacingly at Charlie leaning forward. "Fuck off, you will never have him" Charlie yelled back at Joshua in such anger. Another forceful slap landed across his left cheek "Answer me" Joshua snarled. Slap he was struck on the right side "Where is he?" Joshua asked again then adding another hard slap. Charlie stared at him a trickle of blood escaping from his nose, Joshua leaned forward and wiped smearing his left cheek with the blood. He pinched Charlie's nose making him wince from the pain and moved in. He held Charlie's head and kissed him feeling his legs pushing up in retaliation. Joshua pulled back and Charlie spat at him then received three more heft slaps across his face completely dazing him. He rifled through Charlie's pocket finding his phone and forcing him to look at the screen so it would unlock. Joshua stood and rifled through the phone looking for some clue and found the text message from Conrad containing the picture of him with Harry, the picture made Joshua boil at the idea that Conrad thought he could just move on. He opened the camera app and pushed Charlie's head back taking a photo of him and the blood smeared across his face. "You know they couldn't legally keep me inside, had to let me go" Joshua said smiling. Joshua looked at Charlie "Came so close to breaking Conrad, this time I will get deep in his head". "This will bring him back to me" Joshua said smirking and kicking Charlie for good measure. Charlie raised his head "You will pay for this Josh" he feebly said. "I promise you will suffer". Joshua looked down at the pitiful sight and laughed "I own you just as much as Conrad". Charlie struggled to get free. Joshua smirked "I am going to rape you Charlie and enjoy it" he said. Joshua typed a message to Conrad 'Look what I took by mistake Conrad, you have one hour to come back and leave with me or I will rape your brother and infect him. You belong to me and always will, you know how much you love me and can't live without me. J', he attached the photo and hit the send button waiting for the delivered notification to appear underneath. Joshua smiled "Clocks ticking Charlie" he said kneeling down stroking Charlie's face. Charlie flinched. "59 minutes before I rape and infect you" Joshua told him. "Why... why are you doing this Josh?" Charlie finally asked managing to find the words. Joshua chuckled "Your brother is mine" he replied looking at phone "is this his boyfriend?". Charlie tried not to look receiving another slap "Well answer me?" Joshua said getting angry. "Yes" Charlie nodded. "Hmm" Joshua thought for a moment. "Can't decide who I like better, could take both of them". "But then the boyfriend would need a lot of work, I like a challenge" Joshua said thinking aloud. Charlie looked up at him composing himself "He is connected, knows very influential people". Joshua smirked "Sounded like you were trying to threaten me Charlie" he said sitting back in the chair. "No" Charlie replied, "I am telling you for your own good" he said. Joshua leaned forward "Now you want to look after my welfare?" he asked stroking Charlie's face. "Maybe you would like a little foreplay as a reward" Joshua said tracing his finger downwards. Charlie flinched feeling the hand running down his body and over his crotch, squeezing gently. Joshua slowly rubbed continuously over Charlie's cock, a menacing grin appearing on his face feeling Charlie's cock stirring and beginning to harden under his hand. Joshua grinned and spoke softly 'You will enjoy shooting poz loads after I am finished with you'. His hand working harder the more Charlie's cock grew in arousal. Charlie closed his eyes with no idea what Joshua was talking about and trying to put everything out of his mind, it was bad enough having Carrington making moves on him, well... not that bad he thought. But Joshua doing this was all wrong and he tried to prevent himself from getting aroused. It was continuous with no let up, his cock was rock hard then squinting his eyes shut tighter he knew pre-cum was beginning to leak out. His mouth opened and Joshua leaned in and kissed Charlie grabbing his head to stop him moving it away. "Are you just as vulnerable as your brother?" Joshua asked sniggering, "You kiss like him". "Stop please" Charlie pleaded turning his head and spitting to expel Joshua's saliva. "You ungrateful piece of shit" Joshua said grabbing Charlie's mouth and spitting in to it. Harry had Conrad pinned on the bed in a deep kiss when his text alert went off. Harry reached over and handed the phone to Conrad who saw the message was from Charlie. Opening the phone he read the message somewhat confused then clicked on the picture. The instant panic and reaction pushing Harry on to the floor with a thud then running around the around screaming 'No, no, no' incredibly loudly searching for his clothes. Harry saw him go white as a ghost freaking him out unsure what was going on. Conrad grabbed his shorts struggling to put them on then clambering out the bedroom. Harry shouted out his name several times unable to get through to Conrad in his shocked trance. Joshua looked at the message and chuckled "You might get lucky this time" he said to Charlie. Charlie looked at him. Joshua nodded "I bet he is on his way to me" he said with satisfaction. The loud cries and stumbling noises on the stairs brought Simon out of the lounge with an annoyed look on his face, Felix appeared from the dining room looking at Simon then Jamal and Carrington appeared from the library looking at Simon and Felix. Conrad came rushing down the stairs with a horrified look on his face, Harry rushing behind him shouting for him to stop and calm down. Simon could see tears running down Conrad's face. Moham walked up behind Simon to see what was going on. "Conrad stop!" Simon shouted at him. Conrad froze and looked at Simon "He has Charlie!" he cried then ran to the front door. "Oh my god!" Simon gasped struck with fright. "Felix" Simon called looking at him. "On it" Felix replied running after Conrad and Harry knowing exactly what Conrad meant. "Adam look after the guests, Moham I need your help" Simon implored and he nodded with no question. Jamal stood there suddenly clicked. "Who has Charlie?" Carrington asked concerned. "Joshua" Jamal said looking at Carrington "explain later but need your muscles" he told him. Carrington nodded, if Charlie was in trouble he was not about to let anything happen to him. Quietly they approached number 8, Carrington had hold of Conrad stopping him going up to the door and letting Simon, Felix and Moham case the downstairs quietly from outside. Moham returned "In the dining room" he informed Simon. "Do you want me sort it out?" he asked. Simon looked unsure then nodded "I think we need to" he said. Moham made a quick a phone call. Beth suddenly appeared handing the key she uses to clean the house "Kitchen door" she said then left. "Conrad, you need to stay calm and focused" Simon said. Conrad nodded. "You will need to talk to him and keep him distracted" Simon added, "We will go round the back". "Jam take Harry back to the manor it is best you keep out of the way" Simon instructed him. "Of course" Jamal replied knowing not to argue. "Come on Harry" he said taking his arm, "they will take care of it". "Everything will be okay Conrad" Simon said softly "we are all here to protect you". Carrington put his arm around Conrad "I'm staying to help and don't argue" he told Simon. Simon smiled "Stay here by Conrad but keep out of sight" he said nodding his approval. Conrad waited taking deep breaths then slid the key in to the lock only to find the chain was attached and the front door only opened an inch. He steeled himself finding the strength to act like he was still in love with him. "Josh" Conrad called out softly , "Josh, it's me" he called out a light tremble in his voice. Carrington reached out and touched Conrad's arm and smiled. "Josh I have missed you". He saw the figure of Joshua appear from the dining room "You alone?" he asked. "Josh!" Conrad said in what he hoped was a seductive tone ignoring the question "You came back for me". Joshua remained silent listening at the door "You will always be mine Conrad" he said. "I was a fool to doubt you Josh, I love you" Conrad forced the words out with passion. Joshua looked through the crack in the door at Conrad seeing the tear streaked face, he had no way of knowing the tears were not from love but of anger at taking his twin. Round the back of the house the three of them squatted trying to hear what was going on, they knew with the silence Joshua would hear the key turning the lock so it was placed in the lock with extreme care ready to be turned at the right moment. Carrington watched Conrad and could almost feel the anger building and rising to the surface. Joshua was taking his time making sure there was no one else around and was satisfied that Conrad had come alone since he made no fleeting glances either side of him that would have given the game away. His attention suddenly drawn to the noise of the helicopter appearing behind the manor and going quiet. "Josh we haven't got long, they will notice I have gone" Conrad said peering through the gap. Carrington silently shifted inching towards the door. "They turned me against you" Conrad said. "You let them do it Conrad" Joshua replied, "you know I will have to punish you". Conrad gulped his mouth going dry "I know, I behaved badly towards you" he managed to say. "Take me away from here Josh, please" Conrad pleaded, "I want to be with you, only you". The chain on the door started moving releasing from the catch, opening the door slightly wider Joshua stood hardly recognisable with his beard, smirking at Conrad. He stepped forward and raised his hand running it over Joshua's beard. His body still muscular and he caught a faint whiff of Joshua's male odour that sent his brain in to a frenzy. Neurons in his head started re-connecting and forming the wrong kind of neural circuit that had been broken. He glazed over staring at Joshua seeing the person who wanted him, he moved forward seamlessly falling in to his left arm, their mouths locking together in a deep kiss. The beard tickled Conrad who giggled then he suddenly froze, the beard was not the Joshua he remembered and the neural circuit shut down in his head bringing him back to his senses. Conrad managed to pull away enough from Joshua. Carrington holding back seeing the complete change in Conrad going in to hypnotic trance and again when he regained his self control. "You look so sexy, so different" he said quietly anxious to make sure Charlie was alright. Joshua smiled "You can watch whilst I torture and rape Charlie as your punishment". "You don't need to punish Charlie" Conrad replied "he has done nothing wrong". Joshua laughed "I know, but I want you to see what will happen if you ever run away". Close to freaking out he steadied himself "I understand Josh, if it mean I can have you" Conrad replied. Joshua smiled and opening the door fully so he could move forward and pull Conrad inside. Carrington grabbed Conrad pulling him away quickly and stepped out in front of Joshua jamming his foot against the door so Joshua couldn't close it. Joshua looked confused for a moment then raised his fist to punch Carrington, no sooner had he raised his arm he yelped then cried in agony. Carrington struck Joshua so quickly he had no clue where it had come from, three punches delivered with brutal accuracy to his nose, the second cracking it and the third completely breaking it and causing Joshua to fly back crashing to the floor in agony. Carrington stood over Joshua, foot placed firmly on his chest holding him down on the floor. Carrington looked at Conrad breathing a sigh of relief and gratitude. Joshua grabbed at Carrington's foot trying to twist it then hearing the back door bursting open, he caught a glimpse of Conrad flying past him in to the dining room, rolling his head and trying to lift his body in a vain attempt to grab Conrad, he needed to hurt him. The foot on his chest and his dazed state with a bloodied face and broken nose rendering him powerless. Conrad quickly untied Charlie and hugged his brother bravely holding it together, a feeling of nausea flowing through his body from concern that for a fleeting moment he was going back to him. Now for once he saw Joshua as a waste of space fighting away any feelings he ever had. Taking his twin was Joshua's worst mistake and Conrad concentrated hard of everything Adam had talked to him about. He thought of Jack and their numerous sexual antics in the greenhouse pushing Joshua completely out of his head. Simon stood there looking at Carrington "What the... you floored him!" he said smirking. Carrington nodded "I am half Mexican, you had to learn to survive and protect growing up". Two hefty Arabic looking men arrived, Moham nodded "yakhudhh baeidana" he said to them. They nodded to Moham and Carrington moved his foot and stood aside watching them zip tie his wrists and ankles. He looked towards the dining room and Conrad stepping back in the hallway with Charlie who looked okay despite the blood stain below his nose and across his cheek. Conrad looked at the two men heaving Joshua up from the floor, one of them flinging him over his shoulder with casual ease. Joshua was now fighting back being restrained and shouting 'You will never be free from me Conrad, I will find you and take what is mine' the voice trailing off down the driveway. Charlie looked frightened at the sight he saw, flashing images of the fun Joshua and he had on their first tour of duty and becoming inseparable friends. "Moham what have you done?" Conrad asked looking at him. Moham smiled and patted Conrad on the shoulder "Taken care of the problem" he simply replied. Conrad looked concerned "What are you going to do to him?" he asked grabbing Moham's arm. Moham looked at Conrad "On second thoughts probably best I don't know" Conrad said letting go. "I promise you are free of him now Conrad, I know how to deal with these people" Moham said encouragingly. Carrington walked over to Charlie "That is one messed up person" he said looking at Charlie. Simon walked over to Charlie checking he was okay then concern turned to Conrad looking for any reaction he might have, he assured Simon he was fine and hugged him hard. Carrington put his arm around Charlie unsure weather to hug him or not, Charlie twisted his body round and hugged Carrington thanking him for helping. The strangest of looks he got staring in to Carrington's eyes touched Charlie's soul, a single flickering moment in time is all that it took to see the determination and confidence in Carrington and everything he had said throughout the day. There was no question in Charlie's head that this guy was real and reasons he couldn't understand was in love with him. Now he owed Carrington in a big way but curiously he found himself questioning if he was starting to feel the same way? Giving up fighting Carrington off might be the worst decision or the best, his head right now was in no place for making silly decisions. Felix locked up the house and they all walked back to the manor watching the helicopter take off and disappear taking Joshua away. Conrad grateful in a way that at last he wouldn't have to worry about his reappearance ever again. Adam was right all along when he confided that they never give up easily and would reappear. He glanced at Charlie who seemed a little shaken and putting on a brave face walking with his arm around Carrington. The scene almost made Conrad cry with happiness figuring that maybe his twin really was very identical. Simon pulled Moham back "Thank you Moham, guess I owe you one now?" he asked. Moham smiled "Not at all, you are a friend and I like to help" he simply stated. Simon carried on walking "Remind me never to cross you!" he said patting Moahm's shoulder. Moham chuckled "Don't worry your safe" he replied. "I know how infatuated Harry is with Conrad". "Ah yes" Simon now sounding a little awkward "I don't know what they are going to do" he confessed. Moham chuckled "I am glad Harry has finally sorted this mess out" he replied. "You and me both" Simon agreed. "I can tell you Conrad was driving me insane". "You really have taken to him" Moham said looking at Simon. "Jack's replacement?" he asked. "No" Simon said immediately, "Sorry, no one could replace him. Conrad is more like a son". Moham smiled "Sentimental idiot" he laughed, "We will both help make it work" he said. "Right are we getting this weekend going?" Moham asked picking up the pace. "I need some arse". Simon laughed "It is only 6pm the others arrive within the hour" he said confirming the details to Moham. Moham glanced at him "I guess Harry and Conrad being in the auction is out" he laughed. They entered the manor with Jam and Harry came running over "You can ask" Simon said grinning. Simon and Moham disappeared laughing after making sure Conrad and Charlie were okay, Felix took the guys in to the library and got them a drink before reminding them that dinner was at 7pm on the pool terrace. Conrad sat down next to Charlie looking at Carrington who was chatting to Jamal. "You need to thank Carrington" Conrad said to Charlie glancing at him. Charlie looked towards Carrington "What happened?" he asked, "All I saw was Josh on the floor". "He is one quick mover" Conrad replied using his hand to demonstrate the quickness. Conrad shivered "Err, I head his nose break" he said remembering the crunching sound it made. "I can't talk to him Con" Charlie replied looking at him. "He... am I gay?" he asked quietly. Conrad shrugged "Are we that identical?" he asked, "I mean you have Serena" he reminded him. Charlie nodded "I know" he said pausing, "He is in love with me, I know he is" his words lacked confidence. "Oh Charlie, that much has been obvious since he saw you at the pool" Conrad confirmed. He chuckled "So now it is my turn" Conrad said, "I don't mind if you are but make sure in your heart". Charlie let out a sigh "I thought I loved Serena. What do I feel about him? I have no clue". Conrad kissed his twin on the cheek "Let's go and wash up for dinner" he suggested. Charlie stood up "Josh coming back has not upset you?" he asked. "For a moment" Conrad replied "I am way to strong for him to affect me thanks to Adam" he said sternly. Carrington walked over "Going up?" he asked. Conrad nodded whilst smiling at Harry who was with Jamal. "You go on ahead with Carrington" Conrad said to Charlie who shot him an evil look. They walked up the stairs quietly and in to the bedroom "Don't close the door" Charlie said quickly. Carrington walked over to Charlie "Are you alright?" he asked putting a hand on his shoulder. Charlie nodded "Yeah I'm fine, a little shaken otherwise alright" he replied avoiding his eyes. Carrington was not convinced "Don't be brave Charlie, if you are upset tell me" he implored. "I hardly know you" Charlie replied. "You could be just as demented as Joshua" he said. Carrington smiled "I suppose I am, but I only want you when you want me" he said. Carrington pushed Charlie to sit on the bed and fetched a face cloth soaking it in warm water then returned and started cleaning the blood off Charlie's face. "The more you fight me the more I will try to win you" Carington said looking serious. Charlie shook his head "I have a girlfriend" he replied thinking it would put an end to it. Carrington shrugged "You have never said you love her" he pointed out. "Seriously!" Charlie replied, "Give it up" he said exasperated. "Your finger" Carrington said pointing to it "we are engaged or have you forgotten?" Charlie rolled his eyes "I was drunk, okay" he replied then laughed. Carrington smiled "I can not explain how the universe works, some force is pulling us together". Charlie indicated Carrington was mad "Which towel can I use" he asked standing up. Carrington took him to the bathroom "Here, let me know if you need a hand" he said smirking. "Out" Charlie said grinning, "And thank you for what you did earlier" he said. Carrington leaned against the bathroom door "Just protecting my interests" he said winking. Charlie gave a defeated sound shaking his head and pointing for Carrington to leave the bathroom. He closed the door angry a himself for almost letting his guard down again with Carrington. He showered and towelled himself almost dry then walked out in to the bedroom where Carrington was laying on the bed naked except for his underwear, he found sight very pleasing seeing him all chilled out. Carrington swung himself off the bed grabbing the towel from Charlie and turning him around drying his back. Instinctly Charlie backed up until he was touching Carrington's chest 'Shall we pick up where we left off in the gym' he said tenderly applying small kisses to Charlie's neck. Charlie moaned sweetly his defences and fight failing, mumbling at the feeling of Carrington's muscular arms closing around his body sending waves of physical pleasure all through him 'Oh fuck' he moaned. Carrington turned Charlie around and dived in kissing and lifting Charlie off his feet carrying him over the bed where he laid him down. Positioning his body on top of Charlie they resumed kissing in a very long French kiss, their hands touching each other all over. The power of this man's kiss on Charlie invoked the most passionate series of emotional feelings, the more he felt the masculine body of Carrington the further his aroused state and need grew. Carrington had successfully smashed through the mental boundaries Charlie had and was slowly setting him free. Carrington withdrew his tongue and kissed Charlie on the lips then hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom to shower. Leaving a madly exposed sexy young man on the bed desperate for some form of sexual gratification. Confused and muddled he sat up on the bed reaching over for this clothes. Charlie had shocked himself how easy he fell in to his arms, embarrassed and coy he stood up feeling the slimy patch on his leg from precum that had leaked out from behind his foreskin in sexual anticipation and readiness. Charlie paced around the bedroom then sat on the bed, his neck aching a little from the strength of Joshua's hold that made him black out within seconds. It was the first time Charlie had ever felt vulnerable and out of control, with no way to protect Conrad. He knew things could have ended disastrously. He wiped his eyes and sank his head in his hands sat there on the bed. Carrington walked back in to the bedroom naked drying his hair, he dropped the towel and sat on the bed next to Charlie putting his arm around and pulling him close then laying him down on the bed holding and comforting him in his arms. As suspected the incident had a troubling effect on Charlie and Carrington was only to pleased to be there to comfort him. Carrington stroked Charlie's back "We should go down for dinner" he said softly. Charlie nodded "Yeah I'm quite hungry" he replied removing himself from Carrington's arms. He stood up off the bed "What do you want from me?" Charlie asked. Carrington stood putting on his clothes and smiled. "Is it just a fuck?" Charlie asked. Carrington smiled remaining quiet. "Tell me!" Charlie demanded "what do you want?". Carrington turned and walked back in to the bathroom, Charlie threw his shorts on the bed in frustration unsure where these feelings were now coming from, he stormed in after him. Hanging the towel on the rack Carrington turned and received a kiss initiated by Charlie, more with anger than passion turning Carrington on even more. It was the first sign that Charlie wanted him. His hands grabbed Charlie's arse cheeks lifting him off the ground again forcing his legs to wrap around his waist. Carrington carried him in to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed then walked over to his clothes proceeding to dress. "Fuck!" Charlie shouted laying back on the bed. "I have no idea what I am doing" he said angrily. Carrington moved his head to one side inspecting Charlie "Falling in love with me?" he stated. "Idiot" he called Carrington "I could walk out now and not speak to you again" Charlie said. Carrington nodded and walked over the door "It is open so walk out" he said offering him the chance. Charlie walked over watching Carrington then closed the door "I am not dressed" he admitted. Closing the door he understood this was a dangerous game he was getting in with Carrington, sometimes he fell sometimes he stood strong and resilient. Carrington grinned at the angry way Charlie got dressed making him love him even more, he is so straight Carrington thought mindlessly buttoning up his shirt. He was at the point where he could only see his life with Charlie, glancing and smiling broadly that Charlie still had the fake ring on. They had a pleasant but somewhat quiet evening sat outside eating homemade burgers that Beth had made for them. Jamal was quiet missing Adam but also enjoying catching up with Charlie. Carrington was being badgered by Harry who kept sitting on his lap touching his muscles all over and flirting outrageously with him. Conrad was enjoying the show and being flirted with by Carrington who made a lot of serious jokes about bedding twins and winking at Conrad. The careful choreographed movements around the manor to avoid the party went really well and Adam joined the rest of the guys just after 10.30pm having finished his work with the auction and telling the guys about the famous gay porn star who was in the house. When Charlie announced he was was heading home, Conrad pleaded for him to stay but Charlie was adamant and he didn't want to be beaten by earlier events. He stood outside in the entrance hall putting his jacket on when Carrington came out of the library. Charlie turned and shook his head "Don't start on me" he said moving towards the door. "I was just coming out to say good night and go to bed" Carrington replied unconvinced by Charlie. "Well... that's okay then" Charlie replied opening the door. He stood there looking out of the front door down Hibiscus Drive and over the right at their house just visible above the high wall. A shiver ran up his spine and his feet were unable to carry him forward. Even knowing that Joshua could not possibly be there he was frozen to the spot. Carrington stood there with incurable love in his heart he stepped forward and closed the door, putting his arm around Charlie reassuring him and guiding him upstairs to his bedroom. Charlie sat on the bed whilst Carrington undressed him leaving his underwear on and put him to bed. Climbing in to bed next to Charlie and putting his arms around him keeping to keep him secure and safe. A happy state washing over him and the comfort of Carrington holding him allowed for them both to fall asleep quickly. That evening of strange events lead to another one taking place that swept Simon off his feet in a very unsuspecting way. His bid for Dexter was won but on the other hand Sean had found Simon interesting, he knew nothing about him just that he was a bidder. Right now Simon had Dexter with no idea how the evening in bed would pan out, it was this that excited him the most. Was it a gifting, recharging or stealthing tonight? Those thoughts alone were enough to spur Simon on, this was his favourite kind of night. The anonymous bottom he had made it all the more fun exploring.

8. Recorded Confessions There was a second knock. Not too hard. "Fuck," James muttered. "Who is it?" "My friend. Tim. He said he would be over." James had climbed off of Fabien and was trying to find his clothes. "Wait," Fabien said, putting a hand on James's ass. "He's fucked you, right?" "Yeah," he said. "But, I don't want him to see me. I mean, like this." "I think he'll figure out. Does he know you got raped?" "No. Not the details." There was another knock. "Just get it," Fabien said. "I don't mind." He grabbed the pipe and torch, and started a hit. James stared, but Fabien just smiled. "Get the door." Stark naked, James went to the door, and checked the peephole. It was Tim. He had come from the office; he was wearing a jacket and tie. He seemed together and with-it; it was everything that James was not. James didn't want Tim to see him like this. He didn't want to be so broken. James forced himself to unlatch the lock. There was a slight draft from the door and it gave him goosebumps. He was naked, high, and terribly horny. He wanted to feel Tim's beard eating out his hole. It would feel good. It would remind him of how well Tim had taken care of him. He opened the door. Tim checked the tweaked boy out, noticing James's empty, dilated eyes and tiny, soft dick. Behind James, there was the unmistakable clouds of crystal, and he could see the faint blue light of the torch. "Come in," James finally said. "Sure," James said. He stepped inside. Fabien was lying on the bed, his legs spread and cock stiff. He was had just exhaled the hit, and the cloud had covered his head. "This..This is Fabien," James said. "This is Tim," he said to Fabien. "Nice to meet you," Fabien said. "Want to join us?" Fabien asked, offering the pipe and torch to Tim. "Sure," he said. He carefully stepped out of his shoes by the front door, took off his tie and carefully hung up his jacket. When he sat down on the side of the bed, he undid his cuff links and put them in his shirt pocket. He took the pipe from Fabien. It was still smoking, and Tim didn't even need to re-heat the bowl to get a full hit. "How you doing, boy?" Tim asked James, as he exhaled his first hit. It had barely been twenty-four hours since he had last smoked crystal, but it felt like it had been an eternity. "Tiago said it was a hard night." "Yeah," James said. "It was..." He tried to find the right words, but it didn't know what he wanted to say. He didn't want to appear weak and helpless in front of the Tim. But he also needed the man, his man, to understand how he was barely keeping it together. "A lot," he finally decided. He felt awkward, still naked in front of Tim. "Intense." "It's good," Tim said. "You're with friends. You can share yourself freely." "Yeah, Fabien said. Tim took the lighter from the black man, and heated the bowl of the pipe. "Dr. T told you it was good to talk about it." Tim nodded in agreement, but he was too focused on the pipe in front of him to speak. "I bet Tim would enjoy some of the stories you told me." Tim nodded again, still sucking down a massive hit from the pipe. Finally, he motioned James to come closer. James knew what was going to happen next. He got down on his knees in front of Tim. Tim pressed his lips against James's mouth, and exhaled. The young man managed to catch only about half the cloud; the rest spilled out over the two men. "I'd love for you to tell me," Tim finally said, as James exhaled the rest of the hit. "It's hard," James said. Tim smiled, but also started to take another long drag on the pipe. "I get scared when I try to think about it." "Facing your fears is good," Tim said. Only the smallest bit of the cloud escaped, and he returned to the pipe. "He's told me a lot already," Fabien said. "Fucking hot stories about him getting raped." "Raped?" Tim asked. He pulled the pipe from his mouth, and paused for a moment, savoring the feel of the drug in his lungs, and the slow release from his day to day inhibitions. Tiago had told him how James had cried "rape," and the how much sperm there had been in his rectum. Tim wanted to get back inside the boy, and breed him again. But rather than saying anything, he just savored the view, a hot, furry, tweaked out otter boy, and the feeling of possibility of the crystal. He watched James carefully, and reveled in his growing anxiety. James hated how Tim was watching him. He remembered how good it had been to call him Daddy. How safe, and protected he felt when he had been with Tim. He wondered how Tim would react to the story. How helpless and scared and worthless he had felt. He wanted a daddy. Someone who could tell him everything would be all right. "I asked him to stop," James said. "And he laughed." He was shaking. The memory was right there again. How it had hurt with each stroke. How terrifying the laugh was when he had said no. James looked down, and felt the tears well up in his eyes. Tim put down the pipe and torch, and reached in to his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone, and handed it to Fabien. "Let's get this recorded for posterity," he said. Fabien took the phone, and taped on the screen, before holding it back up to Tim. "Got it," Fabien said. "What was happening," Tim asked Fabien. "When he laughed?" "He was fucking me," James said. "It hurt. When he pushed it into me." Tim just smiled at him, and unbuttoned his shirt. James tried not to stare at the dark hair across Tim's chest. He looked down at his feet. "He had tied me up. And blindfolded me." "Anything else?" Tim asked. He took off his shirt, folding it carefully and putting it out of the way. He took the pipe and torch, and heated the bowl. "Well," James stammered. "I was...well..." "Go head," Tim said, and stuck the pipe in his mouth. Fabien was capturing the entire scene, James struggling to recount his rape, and Tim calmly smoking from the glass pipe. "We had smoked a bit. Crystal, you know." Tim nodded, but stayed focused on his hit. "I didn't expect it would go that far. It hurt. But he said no." Tim motioned for James to get back down on his knees, between his now-open legs. James hesitated, then slowly knelt down. Tim kissed him, exhaling the thick cloud into James's lungs. "I want you to hold it as long as you can," Tim said. James nodded, keeping his lips tightly sealed. As the boy marinated in the dense fog of crystal, Tim leaned back and pulled off his belt. "You were tied up?" James nodded in agreement, his eyes wide and blank under the influence of the drugs. Tim stood up, and undid his trousers. Only after he had stepped out of his dress pants did Tim finally nod at James. The boy exhaled, and stared at Tim. Under the buttoned-down exterior, he was wearing a white jockstrap. The straps framed his muscular ass, and his fat cock was straining against the pouch. "Come here boy," Tim said, as he sat back down, and pulled James close. The two men kissed. "It's going to be OK, boy." Fabien climbed off the bed to get a better shot of the two men kissing each other. "Now. Tell me about how he tied you up." "He tied my arms to the bedposts," James said. He was shaking, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Tim's dark brown eyes, already showing the vacant depth of crystal. "And then he tied my legs to the headboard. I was so exposed," James continued. He was starting to sob again. "I couldn't stop him." "It's going to be good, boy," Tim said. "Your ass was on display for him, huh?" James nodded. A tear fell off his cheek onto Tim's hairy leg. "Show it to me. Show Daddy you ass." James stood up and turned around. "Come on boy. You can do better for Daddy. Spread those legs." James spread his legs. "More, boy." James spread them wider, struggling to keep his balance. "More." James spread even further. His cock and balls hung down limply, and his ass was on display. "Now. Bend over." James forced himself to bend over. "He made me do this too," he finally managed to say. "Everybody was watching me." He had been blindfolded. But he could hear the grunts and moans of the men, all waiting their turn to fuck him. "Everybody, boy?" Tim asked. "How many men fucked you last night?" "I...I...I don't know," James finally managed to stammer. He hated the reminder. Blindfolded and high, the night had been a painful, humiliating blur. "He invited his friends over." "Do you even know how many there were?" James's body shook as he no longer even tried to hide his crying. "I don't know. I didn't know it would be like that." "Did they cum in you?" Tim asked. Before James could answer, Fabien chimed in. "Fuck yeah. They definitely came in him. You should have seen him earlier. Practically dripping out of him." "But you held it in, didn't you, boy?" Tim asked. "You kept their loads like a good boy, right?" "I didn't have any other option," James said. "I couldn't say no." "Of course not, boy. You can't say no to cock, can you?" "It wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want all of them." Tim just nodded, and took the pipe. He heated the bowl, and inhaled deeply. He didn't say a word, and let the silence make James talk. "I just. I tried to say no. But they just laughed." He was crying again; Tim's dick was starting to drip pre-cum. "Did you ask them to use a condom, boy?" Tim asked. He leaned in and kissed Fabien, exhaling the hit into the black man's mouth. Fabien managed to both take the hit and capture it all on the phone. "Or did you let them fuck you raw?" "I didn't have a choice," James said. "They just fucked me." "Of course they did, boy." Tim's tone made it clear he didn't believe the boy, only increasing the boy's distress. "How did you feel? When they were fucking you." "Helpless. Scared." Tim lit the torch again. Fabien shifted to record him smoking the glass pipe and enjoying the thick clouds of methamphetamine. James was struggling to keep himself composed. "I felt violated. And utterly worthless." "Come here, boy," Tim said. Once more, he passed the cloud to Fabien. All three men were flying now and their minds were lost in the thick layer of pleasure that the crystal had wrapped around them. James stood up and turned around. He knelt down in front of Tim, his face level with the other man's. James's face was wet with his tears. "Damn," Fabien said, leaning in to get a better view of James's bloodshot eyes. "You're completely fucked up." "He's a fucked-up boy, yes," Tim said. "But he's not a worthless boy. Not at all." He put the glass pipe in James's mouth. "Now, be a good boy and suck on the pipe for Daddy." James inhaled, slowly and deeply, letting his lungs fill up. Once he knew the bowl was hot and smoking, James looked up. Tim was staring at him, smiling. He didn't think he deserved the attention from Tim. He had let unknown strangers fuck him and even cum in him. Fabien was still sitting next to Tim, although his face was hidden behind the camera. "Fucked up guy," Fabien muttered. "Look at those eyes." James couldn't see them, but he already knew that he had done too much. He needed to get control again, and it was going to be hard with the two men there. "Fucking hot." "He's a very hot boy. And a very good boy," Tim said. "Good boys love to suck on the pipe, don't they, boy?" James nodded. Conrad had given him several hits from the pipe. Finally, James slowed down. Tim took the hot pipe from James's mouth. "Hold that hit for Daddy. OK, boy?" James nodded, and Tim took a quick hit from the pipe. He held it for a moment, just prolonging James's agony. Then he exhaled. "Suck Daddy's dick," he said. He put his free hand on the back of James's head, and guided it down to his thick, stiff cock. "Swallow it," Tim grunted. "Swallow Daddy's dick." James resisted a bit, but eventually realized it was futile. He opened his mouth, and let Tim guide him down onto the thick shaft. James remembered how it had been the same with Conrad. He wanted out. He didn't want to do it again. He struggled under Tim's hand, but Tim was easily able to overpower him. "Just relax, boy," Tim said. "Let Daddy feel your throat." He pushed James's head further down his cock. Just like the night before it was warm and wet. "Make Daddy feel good. You know how to do it, boy." He let go of James's head. The boy made no effort to pull off this time. He took the torch, and started another hit. This time it was going to be a long, big hit. Tim was luxuriating in the pleasure of tweaked-out blow job, and didn't want it to stop. James was struggling. Tim's cockhead was lodged at the back of his mouth. He knew what he needed to do, and he hated himself all the more. But the crystal still in his lungs was making him do bad things. He exhaled. The thick cloud was the tip-off for Tim. He pushed his hips up, forcing his dick right into James's throat. "Look at that," Fabien moaned. He was on the floor right next to James, the phone camera trained on the unfolding blow job. "Taking it all the way down." He stared as James nearly swallowed the entire length of Tim's cock. James whimpered, his glassy eyes locked onto Tim. The man didn't even acknowledged him. Instead Tim's attention was focused on the pipe. He finally put down the torch, but sucked the very last of the clouds out before putting down the pipe as well. James continued to suck on his cock, struggling not to gag as he choked on the thick tool. Tim replaced his hand on the back of James's head. He held the young man down, forcing him to swallow nearly all nine inches of his cock. Finally, he turned to Fabien. "You fucking getting this?" he grunted, careful not to lose any of the cloud. "Cocksucker has the entire thing in his throat." "Hell yeah," Fabien grunted. He was holding the phone in one hand, and slowly stroking his dick with the other. "Uggggh," James grunted. He was choking on Tim's cock. It felt amazing to Tim, the muscles massaging his shaft. Suddenly, Tim pulled James of his cock, and pressed his lips against James's. He filled James's lungs with the thick cloud, and even had enough to blow right at Fabien and the camera. "Fucking good boy," he said, before giving James a long, deep kiss, while making sure the boy didn't try to exhale the hit. Tim had plans for the boy, and were going to be much easier if he was at the very edge of his tolerances. James knew he was too far gone to make good decisions. He was scared of what he was going to do. But he also wanted Tim badly. The man had been good to him. Tim broke off the kiss; as James opened his eyes, he saw the bearded man smile at him. James exhaled. "Fuck me," he said. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me."

College was expensive. I mean I know that isn't a huge revelation or anything, but I did not expect my scholarship to dry up so fucking fast. I was on a full ride for Lacrosse but it barely paid for tuition and books. Food and lodging was definitely not covered. A couple of the other guys on the team were in the same boat so we decided to look for a place we could all share. It didn't help that everything around Dallas was like three times the cost of normal places. We searched all over and finally one of the guy's dad had a rental property he was willing to rent to us, as long as we kept in shape. It needed some work and six athletic guys had more than enough time to fix it up. It was a nice house in the middle of suburban Richardson, a pretty expensive place outside of the city proper. As we drove up tot he place there were kids on lawns, dads moving shit...I mean it was right out of an old TV show or something. There was no way we could turn this into a party house, well not a real one. As we moved our stuff in we scoped out the place, wondering how much trouble we could get into before the neighbors called the cops on us. There were three bedrooms which meant two guys to a room. No one really minded because we were al a little homey-sexual. Don't know what that means? Let me explain. We all got a little handsy when we got fucked up. I mean we weren't gay or anything, but we were college athletes with bodies to prove it. We knew what a good looking guy was and when we got high or drunk, we got a little gay. Again, nothing serious, some sloppy kissed, a handy or at the most a bj, but that was about it. Gay chicken was an Olympic sport for us and everyone thought it was funny. I wasn't gay, but I was sure in the fuck bi. I liked fooling around with the guys but I never pushed it because the only reason everyone was cool messing around was that no one thought anyone was serious about it. I was a little serious about it. But you don't shit where you sleep so in my mind, my roommates were off limits and that was that. We were about done emotying the moving truck when three guys walked up on us. Wait, let me rephrase that. Three fucking studs walked up on us. There were brothers, that much was evident but the striking features and varying shades of blond hair they had. The oldest was built like a shit house, real bulky, football type guy and super A&F vibes. The middle was skinny but you could see he had some meat on him, of the three he was the least attractive and let me tell you, he could still get pussy by simply smiling. It was the youngest one that broke everything though. He looked 18, bright blond hair, shaggy like a surfers, blue eyes, and a body that looked like an action figure. This kid was like sex in Converse and I don't think he had any clue about it. “Sup?” the oldest one said, giving me the all knowing bro nod. “Hey man,” I said holding my hand out. “You guys moving in?” A couple of the guys stopped and waved and I nodded, “Yeah, we all play lacrosse at UH, you?” “I'm John, this is Eli and that's Sammy.” Eli nodded and Sammy tried to do the same but it just looked like a puppy imitating the older dogs. “We live over there,” he pointed to a huge house at the end of the block, “I play football at UH and Eli is soccer.” “I'm baseball!” Sammy volunteered, and he looked like it. Baseball guys were hot, like super hot. They had these savage upper bodies, no fat, great legs from all the running. They were just all around sex packages in my mind and Sammy looked the type. “So the jock brothers?” I joked. “Parker,” John said smiling, “Welcome to the neighborhood.” “Glad to meet you guys, so is it as strict as it looks?” Eli nodded, “Yeah, my mom is already on the phone with the other hens, complaining about the neighborhood going to hell.” “Damn, that was fast!” John shook his head, “Look bro, it's cool around here. But trust me, these assholes are looking for a reason to boot you guys and you've been here like five minutes. Just keep your head down and let them get used to you and trust me, they'll learn to deal.” “That's good advice man, thanks.” “Well, we saw guys who were under thirty in the neighborhood and wanted to check it out.” “Cool, you guys are welcome to hang whenever you want. There will always be beer and someone will be playing COD in one of the rooms.” “You guys game?” Sammy asked. “COD, Fortnite, a couple of the guys play Overwatch, least they used to. Yeah we game it up some nights.” John laughed, “Well you just ensured this one will be on your couch every day.” “These guys won't play anything with me!” Sammy complained, “They say games are for kids.” “Well then this is a whole house of 20 something year old kids.” His face lit up and I swear I felt my cock twitch in response. “Well cool man, you guys need any help with the boxes?” Eli offered. It was a good play, he could see there were like two boxes lef tin the truck they timed their arrival to make sure they could offer and not get hooked in to heavy labor. “Nah we got it, but if you guys wanna hang later, we're gonna have some brews as a housewarming party and I think they wanna Madden tonight.” John's eyebrows raised, “I could do some Madden.” “I thought games were for kids!” Sammy teased. “They are, but football is different.” Sammy rolled his eyes and we all laughed. “We should have shit hooked u by 6ish, come by then, we'll be ordering pizza too.” “Sweet,” John said holding his fist out for a bump, “I'll see if we can score some beers to pitch in.” I bumped him back and the all turned to leave. I tried not to stare at their fucking perfect asses through their shorts, but I failed that pretty bad. “What was that? Church of Zoolander recruiting?” I shook my head as I watched them, “No, are new neighbors.” “Cool, you wanna help me with these last boxes?” I shook myself out of my fever dream and nodded, “Let's get em!” I pushed the Parker brothers out of my head for now, I needed to unpack a house first. That night they all came over and brought a 12 pack with them. We had order half a dozen pizzas and had more beer than 60 people could drink. We had set up the TV's in the main room and had them all connected so we could play some epic games. They settled in, grabbing a slice and a cold one, even Sammy. His brothers seemed ok with it so I didn't care, I could tell John was keeping one eye on his little brother. Sammy had a baggy pair of shorts on and a Captain America shirt on that hugged his frame a bit too well. John was in a Dallas jersey and a pair of jeans while Eli had a hoodie and a pair of khakis on. The three of them could not have dressed any different but they were all obvious related. It reminded me in video games where you have to pick you character, The huge one, the skinny one or the one most people choose, the one with the perfect body. John and Eli got into the tournament pretty fast while Sammy watched from the other side of the couch. His calves were huge and covered with a light dusting of blond hair. He was leaning forward to watch and I could see his tight ass through the shorts and knew instantly I wanted to fuck this kid badly. After a few games my guys were holding their pwn but it was obvious that Eli and John had played together a lot. The first game went to overtime with the Parkers pulling it out at the last second. There were groans all around and more than a few fucks and bullshit muttered. Beers were passed out again for round two and one of my guys asked if they wanted to light up. Eli and John looked at each other and then John looked back to Sammy. “No way.” “Oh come on!” Sammy cried, “It's not like I haven't before!” “I don't care, of mom finds out you got stoned with us she will kill me, like literally take a knife to my throat kill me.” “Me and my friends get blazed all the time!” he shot back. “Then get high with them.” Sammy made a face and then stomped off to the kitchen. They lit up and began to pass around the joint, I decided to follow him. He was getting another beer obviously trying to calm down when I walked in. “Hey man, that sucks,” I said. “I get high all the time!” he raged, “Fuck I do it more than them. So unfair!” “So let's go up to my room and smoke our own joint.” His face broke out into a smile, “Really?” “Yeah, fuck them, they're gonna be down here playing all night. We should be clear upstairs.” “Fuck yeah!” he said cheering, “Dude you're the best!” I walked out and told John we were gonna go play Fortnite upstairs, he didn't even look back and said, “Cool man, Sammy behave.” Sammy flipped his back off as we walked upstairs to my room. I locked the door behind us and told him to turn on my Xbox while I got the weed ready. He eagerly turned everything on while I went to my weed stash. I could have rolled us one but I had a few special joints for special occasions. This was a special occasion. I grabbed a Rompums for him, that's a joint laced with ketamine, and a normal one for me. As I sat down I handed him the Romp and lit up my normal one. He leaned in for a light and took a huge drag off of it, I could tell this kid had smoked before and assumed it was a normal joint. HE inhaled and I saw him make a face, “What's that taste?” he asked. “It has rose oil in it,” I lied, “Makes the burn smoother.” He took another drag, “Yeah, I can feel that shit.” I toked on mine and grabbed a game controller, “You ready to play?” He had the joint hanging outside of his mouth, “Fuck yeah I am.” It was only a matter of time now.

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PART ONE “Hey Ian! Looks like I finally found us some work?” “Oh? What?” “Prostitutes!” “WHAT?!” “Well, 'retail workers' if you wanna get all technical about it. Same difference, we're getting fucked over either way.” “O...kay...?” These sorts of interactions were commonplace in Kace and Ian's relationship. In fact, you might call it the bread-and-butter of their day-to-day life. Really, Ian should've been used to it now. But for a, shall we say, more 'reserved' person, his boyfriend's more risque sense of humour still succeeded in making that tan on his face look more like a sunburn, and getting him very interested in looking at the floor. Or a wall. Or anywhere that wasn't eye contact. “Come on,” Kace laughed, tossing a muscular arm around Ian, pulling the whole 'whopping' 145 pounds of man to his side of the sofa .“It was funny!” “You know how I feel about those kinds of jokes...” “Of course! Why do you think I make them?” “Because you like to see me squirm?” “Guilty as charged.” “But why?” “You want my honest answer?” “Uh, yea.” “Because...” Kace continued, arm sliding lower to wrap around Ian's waist. “You're cute as hell when you're flustered.” Though that remark did nothing to reduce said flustering, it did bring a hint of a smile to Ian's face, one of the few he'd made over the past couple weeks. However, that smile wouldn't last for long as he sighed, blonde hair mingling with his boyfriend's brown locks as he set his head on Kace's shoulder. “So... Those are the only openings you could find today, huh?” Likewise, Kace's teasing demeanour also faded, shifting instead into concern. “Look... I know you're not big on 'people'-y jobs.” “Kace, I-” “And I can't blame you. People are dicks.” “Kace-” “Don't worry, I'll find us something else and-” “KACE!” Though Ian's 'raised voice' was little more than speaking slightly above inside-voice levels, to Kace it was as if a screamo-metal rave was taking place in their tiny living room. Ian never yelled. EVER. To call this a cause for concern would be the understatement of the year. “It's okay. I'll do it. Just get me the application form.” “No. You don't have to do some job you hate. There are always other options.” “Like what? Calling up Mom? Again?” “Well...” “C'mon Kace, she's helped out too much already.” It was true. Since the day they'd rented that sardine-tin apartment, Ian's mother had practically shouldered all their living costs. She didn't mind, all she cared about was that her son found 'a nice young man to settle down with.' Besides, she'd joke, with him majoring in nursing, he'd be paying her back in spades anyways when she got 'so damned old I can't find my teeth no more!' Yea... Clearly Ian didn't inherit his shyness from his mom's side of the family. Anyways, the point was that even though she didn't mind, Ian sure as hell did. Kace sighed. Getting that guy to take a helping hand was akin to trying to bathe a cat. “Look... Just think about it, okay? We don't have to decide tonight.” Ian sighed. Though disappointed, his smarts overruled his emotion. There was no way he could rationally argue with Kace's suggestion. “Fine,” He acquiesced. “I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything. Now...” Ian paused. He needed something to occupy his mind, any menial task would do. “Would you like some supper?” “Dude. It's 4:30.” Ian's baby blues crashed, falling to look at an incredibly fascinating spot of brown carpet. “So yea!” Kace laughed, delivering a playful and (unintentionally) painful slap to Ian's back. Baby blues have just taken liftoff, I repeat, baby blues have just taken liftoff. “You're sure? I don't want you just to do this because of me-” “Ian. I'm. Hungry.” “As long as you're certain-EEP!” Why the 'eep,' you ask? Good question. In case you hadn't already guessed, Ian was rather the quiet type. He was lucky that he made all those (in Kace's opinion) adorable faces whenever they fooled around, because there were mutes who made more sound during intercourse. A good thing Kace, despite his large appetite for such activities, was fairly vanilla, because gagging Ian wouldn't have changed a thing in terms of the, ahem, 'auditory' stimulation. No, the only way, to the best of Kace's knowledge anyway, was to catch the guy by surprise. So, the second he stood up, SWHACK came a second slap! Only this one was a wee bit lower than the shoulder, let's put it that way. “Damn! Bounce quarters off that thing!” Kace hooted, counting not one, not two, but five ripples in Ian's butt before it finally settled back from extremely bouncy to its regular bouncy state. The display was made easily visible courtesy to a pair of bright blue short shorts. Really, the only reason Ian wore them was because they came free with his last photoshoot, and they couldn't afford to waste. Well that and he knew how much Kace loved it (though not as much as the complimentary Speedo, but that;s a story for another time). “I know,” Ian sighed, arching an eyebrow as a lazy smile spread across his lips. “You have. I've still got the bruises.” “Come on man,” Kace laughed, calling out to Ian as he scampered off to the kitchen. “It was only one!” “One quarter my ass.” Dinner was, as usual, a budget feast of tuna melts and baked beans. Protein, fat, and carbs, Kace would say. You couldn't go wrong with that! Even if it was plain. Even if they'd had it every night for the past week. Even if- A piano solo blasted from Ian's shirt pocket, snapping both parties out of their daydreaming fugue. Not any piano solo, however, no, his ringtone was the opening to Kace's latest, greatest piece. A little something to remind them of what all this was for in the first place. Ian swallowed his mouthful, fully prepared to hit decline.... That was until he got a good look at the caller ID. “Ah, sorry, I gotta take this one,” Ian said, leaving Kace alone with nothing but a half-eaten tuna melt for company as he made a hasty exit, not just out of the kitchen but out of the apartment altogether, off to pace the corridors in some conversation unknown. That... Wasn't like Ian. Like, at all. Running off like that, hiding conversations... It wasn't cheating, Kace knew that much. His boyfriend barely had enough extroversion to flirt with him, let alone a random stranger. Besides, the guy was paranoid about STDs and all that jazz (majoring in nursing can do that to a person). But, if not that, the question still remained: what was wrong? Whatever the problem was, Kace thought, sipping the last of his beer, he'd gently confront Ian with it that night. After all, their relationship was one constructed of trust. Whatever was bothering Ian, he could talk about it! Little did he know that Ian, who'd just hung up after insisting on consulting Kace before entering any 'binding contracts' was about to do the same thing. “Ian, are you-” “Uhm, so I-” The pair stopped. Tried again. Stopped again. It seemed every time one opened his mouth to speak, the other chose that moment to do the same, sending them into a hopeless cycle of cutting each other off. Alas, one of the few disadvantages of always travelling the wavelength as your partner. Though mildly infuriating, it did serve to ease off a good chunk of the tension, and by the end the two were deliberately cutting themselves off just for the joke of it. “So,” Kace said, finally getting out in front. “I was going to ask... But I feel you've been trying to tell me for the past five minutes.” “How did you ever guess? Hah, yea, it's... It's Jonathan!” “Jonathan? That's great news!” “Not quite... You see he said he was looking for a-” Why, might you ask, is that great news? Here's a hint: it has something to do with those short shorts hugging Ian's bubble-for-a-butt backside. Jonathan had been taking pictures since before the dinosaurs went extinct. Okay, maaaybe not quite that long. Let's just say he'd been at it long enough to to take maternity pictures for Kace's mom. Kace, who was now twenty. The pictures Jonathan specialized in though... Well, they weren't exactly white-bread pregnancy fare. And he wasn't interested in Kace. Don't be mistaken, he did not find him an unattractive man. Standing 5'8, 165 pounds, with a surfer dude mop of hair and deep brown eyes, the guy was nothing to sniff at. But Kace wasn't exactly what he (or, more accurately) his customers, were interested in. A bit too muscular. A bit too intimidating. A bit too, as one client put it 'top-ish.' They weren't looking for tall , dark and handsome. No, what they wanted was limber, lithe, and boyish. And that's where Ian came into play. With only his height (5'6) and measurements alone, most people would've assumed they belonged to a woman. But anyone who saw him knew better. He looked effeminate in the way only a man could. He was, as Jonathan put it, a- “-Twink. He said he was looking for a twink.” “Uh. Yea. And I think he found one,” Kace said matter-of-factly, giving his boyfriend a painfully obvious glance up and down (especially down). “So, what's he got you modelling this time? Bike shorts? Boxers? Speedos? Hmm, yea, I hope it's Speedos.” “No, it's... It's not anything.” “What? It's gotta be something! Come on, I won't bite! Now spill.” “No, Kace, that's what I mean. It's nothing. At least for a couple shots anyway.” “Ohhh!” The brunette's eyes lit up, finally grasping what Ian was too shy to simply say straight. “That all? Look, Ian, I know how Jonathan works. Private clients with private requests desiring pictures for private use. Like, maybe five people will ever see it at max. I'm not telling you to do it if you're uncomfortable, just... Don't start worrying I'm going to get all jealous or something. The only way you're gonna make me mad is if I don't get a peek at those sweets pics of yours.” Kace winked, leaning in for a kiss... But Ian pulled away. “That... That isn't all. I'm... This isn't a solo shoot.” “Oh...” He said again, more hesitantly that time around. “Yea....” “Well...” Kace continued, trying to keep the conversation moving forwards. “What does he want you to do? For the shoot, I mean.” “Sort of a plotline, actually. Basically, an, uhm, older black... Gentleman seducing a....” Ian reddened, unsure if he wanted to quote Jonathan on the next part. “ 'Soft white twink'.' B-But there's no...” “Sex?” “Yea, that.” “You can use the word sex, you know,” Kace laughed, trying to lighten the mood by, as he loved to do, teasing his boyfriend's 'fragile constitution.' “I mean, with how much we-” “He said,” Ian interrupted, eager to nip THAT little tangent in the bud. “He wants some close contact. Not heavy petting or anything, just...” “Regular petting?” The taller of the two joked. “You could call it that... I guess.” “You should do it.” “Huh?” “Yea, if you want to, go for it,” Kace shrugged. “Are you sure?” “Well, I mean, it's not like you're going to be fucking the guy or something.” “I-” “Right, sorry, 'engaging in intercourse,' is what I meant to say. Still, I'd prefer to look in on it myself too, just in case... Y'know... But if you can't do it with-” “Kace,” Ian said, putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder (made somewhat comical by their differing heights). “You being there is the only way I think I CAN do this.” Kace ended up being the one to send Jonathan the final okay, Ian taking off to do whatever he did when he felt embarrassed (which, let's be real, was probably holing up in the university library with a med textbook). When he arrived back some three hours later, he opened the door to find- “Hey, 'Rustic country lodging suite with fishing lake and complimentary fresh English breakfast,' or 'Roomy accommodations with...' Huh. Says here 'Nautical feel?'” “What?” Ian asked, baffled as he stepped into the kitchen, revealing Kace clicking feverishly on his old brick of a laptop. “What are you-” “Bed and Breakfasts. See anything you like, just shout. Oh! 'Chic, modern rooms a stone's throw away from the city's premiere entertainment venues?' Sounds like clubbing to me! And I don't know about you, but that's right up my alley! There's also-” “And why exactly are we looking at BnBs?” “Uh, for your shoot of course. Duh.” “My shoot is at three in the afternoon, right?” “Yea. Hey, this one has a pool! All these things used to have was, I don't know, a bed and a breakfast,” Kace responded, only half listening. “...And the studio is only an hour out of the city, correct?” “Yup. Say, which would you prefer: a circular room with square windows or a square room with circular windows?” “I'd prefer to know why it is you think we need a Bed and Breakfast for a one-day job.” “Need? No, we don't need it. But it'll be fun.” “And how are we planning to pay for this?” Ian asked, gesturing to the burnt out lightbulbs gone months without replacing. “....The shoot,” Kace responded, as if being forced to explain the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, all 250 dollars of it.” “Two hundred and, hah! 250?” He laughed, slapping the table with nearly enough intensity to send the laptop barrel-rolling to the tiled flooring. “Ian, it's 250 per HOUR! It's an eight hour shoot! Haha! I'm supposed to be the dumb one in this relationship remember?” “You're not dumb,” Ian said, registering the need to assure his boyfriend before the first part of what was said sunk in. “Wait. Per hour?” “Yep! Bet you're glad I read the fine print, huh? I-oh!” Something rare had just happened. No, it wasn't the couple embracing, that was a daily (practically hourly) activity. The oddity at hand here was who was embracing who. Kace always played 'offensive,' as it were, both inside and outside the bedroom, Ian fair better suited to being on the receiving end. Yet, Kace now found himself pinned to his chair by a pair of thin, smooth arms leaning over him from behind. “Thank you...” Ian whispered. To Kace, it was just money. But to Ian, he knew it was a big deal. Something he wouldn't have to take from his mother or put himself deeper into the indentured servitude that was student loans. He'd always been the type to try to earn his keep. Unemployment was tough on him. Finally, he could go to bed without feeling guilty, like a mooch. “No...” Kace corrected. “Thank YOU. Now...” He continued, once the pair had enjoyed a couple minutes of comfortable, intimate silence. “You. Me. Six pack in the fridge.” “Huh?” “Dude! We're celebrating!” They had a wild night. And by wild, I mean Ian drank three-quarters of his bottle instead of the usual one half. “Lightweight,” Kace teased, draining the dregs from his third bottle. “Well, we can't all be fat like you,” Ian replied, having consumed just enough alcohol to allow him to make playful jabs. “Hey!” Kace said, pulling up his shirt to reveal a very different kind of six pack. “This look like flab to you?” “Hmm. I think I'll need to get a feel of it myself before I can make any final conclusions.” Ian? Flirting? Was... Was he somehow sloshed already? There was no way he'd- “But... I shouldn't. You're clearly intoxicated. It would be taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.” And there was the Ian that Kace knew. “You can take advantage, I don't mind!” Ian sighed. “Yes, that is what a drunk person would say.” “Dude! Watch!” Kace whined, performing the finger-to-nose sobriety test. Alas, he missed the dead centre, falling slightly closer to the left nostril than the right. For most people, that would've been more than enough to prove that one was still overall competent. But, in case you haven't already guessed, Ian wasn't most people. “See! Sober! S-O-B-E-R! Mostly.” “Alright. Look, it's getting late. I need-” “Your beauty sleep.” “-My rest or I'll be too tired to get anything done tomorrow. My courseload isn't going to review itself.” “But-” “And if you still feel this way in the morning, we'll do something about it then, promise. “Pinky swear?” “Make yourself a cup of coffee.” Kace made something between a grumble and a laugh. It was a strange sound, and one he'd only started producing after dating Ian. That guy could be so risk-averse that he made one want to throttle and protect him at the same time. Basically, the kind of frustrating one can't help but love. That's why, after being left alone with his thoughts (for Ian was readying for bed, no doubt flossing his teeth and cleaning under each nail), Kace found something that just didn't seem quite right. With a payout of 2000 dollars, it made total sense why Ian would swallow his nerves and get in front of the lens. But... When he made the decision, he thought he was only getting 250... Kace shrugged. Maybe Ian was right. Maybe he really was drunk. Now I know you're probably all on the edge of your seats right now. Did he or did he not live up to his promise to Kace the next morning? Well, I assure you, he did. For four hours straight, as a matter of fact. Ian could still... Sort of stand afterwards? But it was a good thing they hadn't done the deed the day of the shoot, or else the poor man might've needed a walker just to get around the set! To Be Continued.... (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! I'm new to this site so I don't know if these are customary, so I'll attach one here in the first part and no more after. The story you are reading is a commissioned piece, and my buyer suggested I post it here. The story is currently complete, and per their request, I will be releasing it in parts. I am a female writer, so I apologize if sometimes my portrayal of the male homosexual experience comes across as 'off.' I hope you can enjoy regardless!)

In my opinion the only decent human being who has become president since WW2 is Carter. And he got booted after one term.

Part 4 It was time. Tyer and Chris looked at each other and without a word they both knew. They were going to push things to another level they had never even talked about before. Tyler stole a quick glance at the tv and saw that the group scene had developed so that all of the guys stood around one who was on his back like Tyler was now. The boy was getting fucked and at the moment Tyler turned his attention to the movie one top was pulling out and another one was setting himself up to take his place. A close up shot showed a drop of the first mans cum dripping out of the boys hole. Tyler had seen something like this before but it never felt like an experience he wanted for himself. Until now. Chris noticed Tylers gaze was on the tv but didnt turn back to see what he was looking at. He wanted this and didnt want Tyler to stop them now. He took hold of his cock feeling like it had never been as hard as it was now. He was still up on his knees and scooted forward to get his cock right up to Tylers ass. "That's it. Youre gonna wanna take it slow but firm. If you dont push hard enough you wont get in. But if you push too hard it will be too much. Take your time boys. This is so hot.' Tyler turned from the tv and back to Hunter who was seated again in the chair fully naked and stroking his cock. He looked up at Chris who was focused on finding that tight hole. He could feel the wet head of Chriss cock pressing forward and sliding up and down his crack and then it nestled onto its target. "Shouldnt we use a condom?" Tyler asked Chris. Chris looked up at him as if he were being broken out of a trance. "Oh...yeah I guess," "You boys are virgins right?" This is where Hunter knew to be careful. The boys nodded. "I actually don't have condoms right now since I obviously didnt think things would get this far. But if youre virgins youre obviously both clean and you dont have to worry about anyone getting pregnant!" That lightened the mood and broke the tension that the fear of this moment created for the boys. They looked back at each other and Chris asked Tyler "Are you ok?" Tyler nodded and for the first time Hunter could see that these boys werent just exploring their sexuality with each other, they were falling for each other. They were promising to keep each other safe without having to say so. Hunter could not believe his luck. Corrupting virgins was one thing. Pozzing two virgins who were in love? He was in heaven. He stopped stroking because just that thought almost made him cum. Chris pushed his head against Tylers hole. They were staring into each others eyes. Tyler wasnt sure how to make this easier on either of them so he just tried to hold himself still and try to will Chris into him. Suddenly the pressure of the massive head became much stronger and then pain that he hadnt anticipated.It was only then that he realized he had never seen a video of a virgin getting fucked. Tyler gasped and Chris could see the pain in his face. "Sorry are you ok? Should I-" Hunter stopped him right there. "Just hold it. Don't pull out or push in anymore. Just hold it. Now both of you take a deep breath in and a deep breath out." He saw the chests of both boys rise and fall with his instructions. They never took their eyes off of each other. "Now Tyler I want you to keep doing that. Big breaths in and out, in and out. The pain is only temporary." Now it was time for Hunter to get a little closer. He grabbed the pipe and torch again and made his move to the bed. "How about we do a couple more hits. It will open both of you up." Hunter wasnt just talking about Tylers hole. He wanted them to explore all the fantasies they hadnt even told themselves yet. He put the pipe up to Chris first and fed him two hits. He brought the pipe carefully to Tylers mouth. "I dont want you to move too much. You want to get used to the cock inside you and if you pick yourself up you will pull yourself off it. Just be careful. How are you feeling. Ok?" Tyler nodded. It was clear that the pain was diminishing. Hunter looked at Chris."Now on the second hit, when you see him inhale, I want you to push yourself deeper and hold it ok?" Chris just nodded. He had never felt so good in his life but he was caught up in Tyler and wanted to make sure he wasnt in pain. Tyler took his first hit. It was small on account of his position. Before he gave Tyler the pipe for the second hit, Hunter said "Now hold this one and I want you to shotgun it to Chris ok?" Tyler nodded. When Hunter placed the pipe up to his mouth he began to inhale and suddenly he felt Chris push slowly into him. Tyler struggled to handle the sensation of being stretched out from the inside by this boys huge cock and at the same time take this hit. Hunter could see that struggle in Tylers face and kept the pipe to his mouth. "Thats it boy. Youre doing so good. This is going to feel amazing. Just keep inhaling. I want a big hit boy." Tyler did as he was told and did not stop the hit until Hunter finally pulled the pipe away. He held the hit in and just as he felt Chriss balls up against his ass hitting deep inside him he opened his mouth to moan out. Chris lay down on top of Tyler and covered his mouth with his own to take in the shotgun. They both moaned and Hunter thought he could hear Tyler say into Chriss mouth "Holy fuck that cock." There was a cloud of smoke building around them as their making out became wild and hungry. These Christian boys were going to be workshipping Hunter as their god in no time at all.

Yes, tops decide when they’ll breed me- unless I decide otherwise. Is that what makes me a “bottom”, as opposed to a “faggot”? On one level I’d love to be the kind of faggot who is always available to be of service to tops. But it’s a fantasy. I have to work. I have to sleep. I have to eat. I go to the gym, to maintain a body that men like to fuck: that takes time. And before I play, I have to to clean out- I can’t possibly stay clean the WHOLE time. And then I have other demands on my time: friends, family, etc. If I’ve arranged to meet a friend for dinner, I’m not going to stand them up just because some random top needs to dump a load. Occasionally, I will try to make time for myself where I can be a total cumdump whore, where serving men takes priority over everything else. But it’s only the odd weekend here and there, or the occasional sex vacation. I’d love to hear how these faggots who devote their lives entirely to servicing tops make it work: are they all independently wealthy, and don’t have to worry about how the bills get paid, etc?

Trump is the worst American president in my lifetime, but I think Reagan is second worst. Trickle down economics, making the rich richer and the poor poorer. Denying science (let's not forget that Reagan ignored the AIDS crisis and as a result many gay men died). The Republican party has been evil since Goldwater started the neoliberal movement. The only decent republicans in the past 100 years were Eisenhower and George H.W. Bush. I guess Ford wasn't bad (but he sucks for pardoning Nixon). Any LGBTQI2S+ that support Trump are acting against themselves and the community.

Bound and Caged Collegeboy and I stood in front of the 3 flat on Thursday night, ready for the second round. "How's his ass?" Tim asked. "Pretty good. He may be straight but he's used to getting fucked. He might actually enjoy it. Are you going to fuck him tonight or just be a rebellious bottom?" I asked back. He laughed quietly and just smiled. I pressed the button for Unit A and the gate buzzed again, letting us in. Carlos met us at the door wearing only his boots and a bulldog harness. Once again, we stripped at the door and followed Carlos down the stairs. This time, Juan was already down there waiting. His hands were bound with a rope that held them above his head to the ceiling joist eyelets. A ball gag was strapped to his head, stretching his mouth open and filling the opening. I gazed down his body and found a clamp on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Several inches lower, I saw that his pubes were now shaved off and a metal cage confined his cock. Glancing the rest of the way down, I saw Juan standing on his toes, the rope above him taught and leaving him a couple inches too high above the floor to be standing flat on his feet. Tim took his place on the bed with only a slight nudge from Carlos. Walking circles around Juan, I tugged on the chain a few times and roughly fingered his hole with each pass I made. I noted some of the tattoos on his body including one between his shoulder blades that said "Owned by Carlos" with a barcode under it. I wondered if Carlos was going to add another mark showing Juan's new status. "You don't need to tattoo my name on him when he's poz" I said to Carlos. "Yeah, you'll have marked him on the inside" he replied with an evil laugh. "The cage? You're not letting him cum anymore while he's still shooting blanks?" I asked. "No, but he gets a reward after he's fully charged. I got a couple girls for him to fuck and pass his gift on to. All their clients might pick it up too" Carlos said before laughing loudly. I stopped in front of Juan and leaned in close before I whispered into Juan's ear "Today you're going to beg for my charged load, right?" He shook his head from side to side, trying to scream 'NO!' around the gag. I yanked down hard on the chain, making the butterfly clamps dig into his tortured nips. "Wrong answer, Juan" I said. Releasing the chain, I laughed and said "when you think I'm close you need to yell out 'Poz me!' Understand?" His eyes still had the look of fear and panic, but he slowly nodded up and down this time. As I moved behind him I caressed his back, feeling the welts and scars until I reached his ass. "We know what happens when you disobey orders, right?" I said loud enough for Carlos to hear before slapping his right ass cheek hard. Juan replied with a muffled "Yes, SIR!" and nodded again. Looking over Juan's shoulder I saw Carlos pulling a few items out of the bins on the wall. Once again, I worried about Tim getting abused but I remembered how hard his cock was last week when he was disciplined. My chest was resting on Juan's back and I could feel him tense up. He begin to tremble when my arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him tighter. My cock was rigid and pressed between his butt cheeks. "Feel my bug deep inside you?" I whispered into his ear. Juan rocked his head side to side. "It will be soon if it isn't already. It only takes one fuck with some and a few more with others. Ask Tim how it crept up on him. Only a few fucks and then the bug ravaged his body" I said a little louder. "That was a fuckin' bitch and I didn't even know what it was. I just thought it was the flu" Carlos said from across the room with Tim nodding along. I slowly slid my cock along Juan's ass crack, the precum now starting to flow and coat the crevice. He trembled a little more next to me and I kind of wished I could see his eyes. I could see Carlos walking back toward Tim with a few things that he laid out on the bed. Grabbing a bit, he put it into Tim's mouth before buckling the leather straps behind his head. Carlos wrapped some of Tim's hair in his fist and pulled him up so he was kneeling on the bed. "After last time, I don't trust you. At the first sign of you not being an obedient bottom fag, I'm pulling out and then the real fun begins. If you saw Juan's back, you know I have no problems whipping you until you beg for mercy and then going on a while longer" Carlos told Tim. I watched and listened closely to what Carlos did while I humped Juan's butt. He reached over and picked up a leather strap with his other hand and gave a hard "THWACK!" on Tim's ass. Tim grunted as soon as the leather hit him. I'm sure there was a large red mark on his pale skin but I couldn't see it since Carlos was obscuring Tim's right side. Carlos's cock seemed to get even stiffer and thicker as he hit Collegeboy. Tim's cock was also pointing straight out and hard as a rock. Adjusting the angle of my cock, I pushed up from the bottom of Juan's bubble butt until it found the pucker. The moment Carlos gave Tim a second hit, I speared into Juan's hole and impaled him with my cock. Tim and Juan both let out muffled screams. Juan was writhing from his ropes while Tim was frozen stiff. Carlos pressed his rigid cock to Tim's ass and slowly drove in. Once he was fully planted, he set the strap back on to the bed and let go of Collegeboy's hair. Tim stayed upright and Carlos withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. "That's a good boy" Carlos said before rocking his hips and plowing back into Tim's greedy ass. My cock was now drilling Juan's hole and while the position was awkward, I made the most of it. The only thing making Juan's hole slick was a little bit of spit and my precum. I loved the friction between his chute and my cock, knowing how much easier I was making it for my bug to invade his body. Each thrust left behind dozens of tiny tears in his colon, inviting the virus to go invade his body. I could hear his whimpers and without the gag they would have been much louder. While I fucked, I looked up and followed the rope to see where it was tied off. I wasn't sure that Carlos would be happy if I lowered his boy down, but I really wanted to change positions to be able to fuck Juan harder. Moving my arm from around his chest to around his neck, I was able to jab my cock in to the base and making Juan grunt around the gag. I began to hammer his hole hard while I watched Carlos do the same to Tim. I knew my move needed to be quick so I slammed in hard and yanked my cock back out. A couple dark drips ran down Juan's legs while I moved over to the wall and untied the rope. To get it untied, I had to pull Juan completely off the ground which caused a few more pained groans from his tired arms. Once he was lowered back to the ground, I pulled the rope free from the eyelets. I could feel Carlos' cold gaze on me while I moved behind the bed, pulling Juan closer to the edge of the bed and tying the rope to the opposite bedpost. Back behind Juan, I bent him the rest of the way over a shoved my cock back inside his still gaping hole. My hand wrapped around the back of Juan's neck and I pressed it hard into the mattress. Juan grunted loudly around the gag as I slammed in a second time. My cock stabbed into him over and over, just like the knives did when he was in jail. I jabbed left then right, up then down making sure that my cock dug into every part of Juan's cock sleeve. Briefly, I looked over and Carlos had turned his attention back to Tim. I wondered what was going through Tim's mind - would he be a good bottom or a greedy power bottom trying to wrest control from Carlos. Juan's ass got looser until I slapped his butt and he would clench back down on my cock. I did several cycles of that until I heard him talking around his gag. "Breed me, sir" was what it sounded like and got louder after a few more thrusts. When the words got loud enough for all of us to hear I said firmly "Wrong words, Juan. Try again." I heard him whine and I then increased the intensity of my strokes. It took a couple more minutes and he finally spoke the words that I wanted to hear - "Poz me, sir" Juan begged behind the ball gag. I gave a hard shove, plowing deep inside his cunt. He said it again, this time with more urgency to his voice. I pulled back and held my cock just inside his chute for about ten seconds. He said it again and I began to grin. I slammed in deep again, feeling his body shake underneath me. I was close and he knew it, but I think he also had resigned himself to the fate Carlos had chosen for him. I hammered in with a half dozen quick strokes before holding myself right at the entrance. "POZ. ME. SIR!!" Juan yelled out. Each word was distinct and barely muffled. "You got it boy" I growled out and shoved in until I was fully planted. Hard spurts of my viral seed shot out, filling his battered tunnel with my load. I felt him squeeze and release his outer ring, milking every drop of cum I had. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight as the last few pulses pumped more of my bug into him. My breaths were labored and as I lay across Juan's back I saw Carlos giving in to his own orgasmic bliss as he pumped his bug-free load into Tim. Judging by the expression on Carlos' face, Tim had chosen the less dramatic road today and left his greedy bottom persona at home. My cock was still planted inside Juan, holding all of my infected seed inside him and letting it work it's magic. I looked over at Carlos and asked "What's your plan for him? How far are you going to let it go?" I gave a hard thrust and got another grunt out of Juan. "All the way. I know he pulled the trigger on at least four guys, so he's going to live a lot longer than they got. Besides, I'll be bored with him in a couple years so it will make it easy to end it that way" Carlos said coldly. A few seconds later he asked "Have any of the guys you pozzed, died yet? Ya know, from the bug?" "Not that I know of, but it was only about six years ago that I got pozzed and I don't keep in contact with most of the guys I fuck" I replied. "Except your boyfriend here" Carlos sneered as he pulled his cock out of Collegeboy.

It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.

Jake stared hungrily into Clints eyes as he lifted the boy to his hips, driving him up and down his dripping meat as Clint moaned gently. Clint was perfect. petite, horny, and with a tight little butt that never said no to his fat fuck stick. He felt like he could fuck clint all day, and he would, but this was the boys first load after conversion and Jake aimed to make it special. "lean back on the couch baby" Jake gently pulled his slimy prick from the boys thirsty cunt. "legs up clint, spread yourself wide open. When you get fucked its always polite to show your hole. let it gape" Jake slowly jacked his cock as he watched the boy grip his cheeks and expose his oozing pink bud. Just as it slowly began to close, Jake thrust his cock inside for a few strokes, keeping it nice and open. "thats it clint keep it spread nice and wide. your hole is so beautiful. im almost there." A few strokes more was all it took to surrender his hot white cum to the sloppy pink orifice. "watch baby" Jake panted, while gently placing the glans of his poz cock at the edge of clints winking ring. "there we go" Jake moaned as he began to squirt directly into the boys guts, the gentle sound of his cream pooling inside the teen was music to jakes ears as the boys ring winked hungrily and the last few jets of poz spunk dribbled into clints body. "see how thirsty your pussy was?" Jake reached toward the counter for Seths special lube, a small tupperware container filled to the brim with poz loads. Jake gently dipped clints fingers into the cool slimy goo and returned them to his stiff little cock. "stroke" Jake whispered as he began fingering and teasing Clints puffy ring again, rubbing his semihard cockhead against the boy to tease the occasional groan and watch the glistening lips hungrily nibble his tool. "relax for me clint" Jake cooed, and as if on command, his shimmering hole gave way oncemore. Jake alternated between gaping the boy on the tip of his prick, and slowly pouring the viscous container of man cum into the boy. "There we go. nice and full." Jake remarked, as he tipped the last of the greasy loads into the boys hot hole he pressed himself fully into the teens bloated guts with a lewd slosh. Clint was panting now as he grit his teeth. "i want you to cum nice and hard clint" Jake rocked his hips to and fro, mixing the goo inside the teen as clint nodded. "Jake gently pushed against the boy and watched as clints eyes went wide, and a hot streak of newly minted poz cum splashed against his chest. "there you go, cum on the nice big cock. Get those loads nice and deep." Jake gently smeared the boys cum along his chest and abs, slowly rubbing the boys stomach as his hole gripped and sucked over and over. "one more, come on jake, give it to me" Clint began rocking his hips against Jake, grunting and grinning. Clint was greedily trying to steal another load from Jakes nuts. "oh god baby its yours" Jake groaned as he thrust hard into the bucking teen and delivered another hot load.

I love daddies and really love when they call me “boy” and “son”. Verbal daddies really do it andI love dad/son role play. It really is hot having older men text me or message me dirty filthy things they’d do to me to punish me. “You want daddy’s load boy?” I fucking melt.

I call BS on the entire “not enough tops” argument. Most guys will fuck damn near anything as long as their is some secrecy involved. Most of the bottoms complaining are the ones who have stringent criteria for a guy to look like a Sean Cody model or some “hot, straight, married” dude. Which is fine every guy is allowed to their criteria. But if you’re looking for a perfect 10 for 10 every time trying to create create something you seen on Only Fans, more often than not you’re going to be disappointed. Rather than call up that cool 7 you know down the street who Fucks you right and can host, you’re gonna stay online till three in the morning hoping to jump through all kinds of hoops to hook up with a guy who may or may not look like his perfect 10 picture. Hilarious In another post I talked about the average middle-age guy who wanted me to whore him out in a motel as a cumdump then proceeded to turn down 3/4 of the guys who inquired some of them not bad looking at all. I’m sure he is still out there somewhere sexually repressed and looking for 10 Nick Jonas Dudes is for his perfect scene ha ha

Part 5 Chris knew to hold his cock still inside Tyler so he could get used to it. They wrapped their arms around each other while they kissed passionately. Hunter could see the sweat beginning to coat their bodies. "Fuck this is so hot boys." Hunter was sitting down again but this time he was on the bed behind Chris. The boys didnt respond probably too into the new sensations of raw fucking. Hunter used one hand to stroke his cock and the other to begin stroking Chris's back. He would take it slow but he was pretty sure that he could cut a few steps that he normally took with other boys he had been with. He could feel Chris begin to rock back and forth slowly starting to fuck Tyler just as he had always wanted to. Tyler could feel Chris's cock head pressing deep into him and touching spots he never even could have imagined. Each time they were touched Tyler would feel like he was being shocked with pleasure. Like the spot was a button that activated tingling and set off another moan. Chris loved that he could do this to Tyler. He was hoping Tyler would enjoy being a bottom because whenever Chris fantasized about fucking he was always the top. He didnt think he could get any pleasure from having a cock in him but he wanted to give that pleasure to someone else. The tightness around his cock felt like he was being strangled. Like if he didnt start rocking back and forth he might get stuck inside Chris. Right now that wasnt sounding so bad. Chris pulled himself out of the kiss and the two boys stared into each others eyes again. "You feel so good and tight around my cock." Tyler smiled. He was hoping Chris was feeling as good as he was. "This feels amazing Chris. We should have done this before." Tyler was breathing hard and moaning and could barely get the words out but those words turned Chris on even more and he started fucking a little faster raising himself back up to his knees and picking up his rhythm. He watched Tyler respond by rolling his eyes into the back of his head. They groped each others bodies and Tylers hands found Chris's ass. With one hand on each cheek Tyler tried to pull Chris deeper. Chris caught on and after fucking with speed he would slow down and push as deep as he could into Tyler getting a loud moan and a look on his face like surprise each time. They were in their own world now but Chris began to feel a heat behind him and then Hunters arms wrapped around his chest. Hunters hands found Chris nipples and squeezed them and pressed his chest against the boys back. Chris moaned. He was feeling so many sensations at once. Hunter looked over Chris's shoulder down to Tyler who looked like he had entered another dimension of pleasure. "You feeling good boys?" He whispered into Chris's ear just loud enough for Tyler to hear. They both moaned "Yes." Hunter pressed himself harder against Chris moving to the new tops rhythm. His hard cock was pressed up against Chris's ass which was now being rubbed with the precum dripping out of the older mans huge poz cock. Hunter whispered again into Chris's ear but this time Tyler did not hear it. "You like when Im pressed against you like this boy? Touching you like this while you fuck that raw cock into your bottom?" Chris and Tyler hadnt done much dirty talk when they were together so this new experience just got him even more excited. For some reason hearing that word raw whispered into his ear right now made his cock jump inside Tyler. He just nodded. "I don't want you to cum just yet. See how long you can hold it so the load you blow in him is as big as you can make it." Chris knew what Hunter was talking about. Sometimes when he had the house to himself in high school he would spend the day edging and finally cumming massive loads the ropes of cum flying everywhere. He wanted to experience that same intense pleasure now as he fucked Tyler. And the feeling of this mans body against him only made it more intense. He could feel Hunters massive cock sliding against him and against his ass crack. He felt one of Hunters big hands pull away from Chriss nipple and moved down to his ass. A finger found his hole and circled it slowly and gently. Another new sensation. He didnt ever think of himself as a bottom but he bent back down to Tyler to make out with him again. He loved making out with this boy but he did it to give Hunter better access to his ass. He liked this feeling and Hunter was the one that was making this happen so if he wanted to play with Chriss ass, it would be ok. Hunter knew exactly what was happening. This was going to be even easier than he thought. Things just kept getting better for him. He grabbed the lube and coated his finger and turned his full attention to Chriss tight and almost hairless hole. He wanted the top first. The only thing better than fucking a virgin raw was fucking a virgin top raw. He circled the hole again and wet it with the lube. Slowly he began to push inside Chris. He could hear the moaning and could have sworn that he was pulling more of his cock out of Tyler in order to get more of Hunters finger inside him. He pulled his finger out and pulled open the drawer at the side table and grabbed the bag of T. This last step was all he needed now. Fuck going slow. These boys were ready now. He pulled out a shard and with the lubed finger pushed it inside of Chris. Chris went from feeling the pleasure of the mans finger to the burning sensation that he didnt know was coming. Chris pulled up from the kiss. "Aw that burns...What are you doing?" Hunter used his other hand to push him back down against Tyler. "Don't worry. It's ok. Youll feel fine in just a second." Hunter never pulled his finger out. As he spoke he again pulled his body up against Chris. Sure enough after a couple of minutes he could hear Chris moaning again and pushing back to get as much of this finger as he could. "Was I right?" Chris was so horny he didnt pull up from Tylers mouth just moaning a "Mmmhmm" and aggressively pushing down onto Hunters finger which just then found the spot it was looking for. Chris kneeled back up in surprise. "Ho....my....that's gonna make me cum." Hunter pulled his finger out. "Not just yet. Remember what I said? Build that huge load." Chris slowed his fucking down and pushed himself deep into Tyler before bending down to kiss him again to calm him from cumming so fast. Hunter could not have planned this better if he had tried. With Chris as still as he was going to be now was the time. Hunter crouched behind Chris and brought the head of his cock to the tops virgin boy hole. He brought one hand back to Chriss back to keep him pressed down on Tyler. And then he pushed. Chris had no idea this was coming. He felt the head of Hunters cock push past his hole before he realized it was a cock and not a mans finger there. He all but screamed into Tylers mouth but didnt move. Tyler pulled back and asked "whats wrong? did you just cum?" Hunter looked over Chris's shoulder and responded to Tyler. "Remember what I told you boys when Chris first pushed inside you?" Tyler looking straight into Hunters eyes nodded. "What did I tell you?" "Breathe in and out deep." "That's right boy. Look into Chriss eyes and tell him." Tyler didnt understand but he did as Hunter said. He pulled his hands up to Chriss face and said "Breathe in and out deep." Chris just nodded and started a deep inhale and a deep exhale. On Chriss third deep inhale Hunter pushed the rest of his cock into the boy stretching the boy deep and wide. Hunter loved nothing more than the sensation of pushing into a tight teen virgin for the first time. Chris's exhale came out as a loud moan followed by convulsions that Tyler had never seen before. Hunters cock hit Chriss spot and the boy just immediately started cumming rope after rope of cum inside of Tyler. Tyler knew he was being bred and he pulled Chris down to him as they began making out again. Chris had never cum like this before. It was the most intense he had ever experienced. He could feel that his cock was still spurting and he also felt the girth and length of Hunters full cock deep in him. What the two boys didnt know is that as Chris came his ass squeezed Hunters cock with each rope of cum that shot into Tyler and pushed Hunter over the edge. Hunter was shaking too but not as violently as Chris so the boy didnt notice as Hunter bred the boy deep. He did everything he could in his power not to scream in pleasure as he gave the boy his first poz load at the same time that the boy was shooting one of his last neg loads into his bottom. Hunter remained composed. He was a pro at this. He wanted to cum another load into Chris before he took a turn on Tyler. When Chris got his breathing back under control. He pulled himself up onto his arms and looked down at Tyler but spoke to both of them. "I guess I couldnt hold it long enough but I think it was a pretty big load. Maybe the biggest I ever shot. I couldnt control it once you pushed into me. Youre so big but it felt so good." Only at that moment did Tyler realize Hunter was inside Chris. "He fucked you while you were fucking me?" Tyler was shocked in a way that kept him hard. He had always fantasized about being watched but the prospect of watching made him hot now too. He hadnt cum yet but he knew he would blow a big load when he did. This news was getting him closer to the edge. Hunter answered him. "Not fucked. Fucking. You ready for me to start really fucking you boy?" Chris turned back to look at Hunter and said "Yeah but can we do it the way I did with Tyler?" Hunter smiled. "Of course."

You misspelled "to" as "for". As for "economic fact", no president in the modern era (since we began keeping unemployment statistics, in other words) will go out of office with fewer jobs than existed when he took office. Not even George W. Bush, whose second term ended in the Great Recession, managed that feat. Trump's the first. He's also the first president to have had more than 1 million new unemployment benefit applications in a single week - and we had 22 of those weeks, including 20 in a row. In ten of those weeks, there were more than 2 million new unemployment claims. In seven of those weeks, there were more than 3 million claims - and two in which there more than 6.5 million new unemployment claims in a single WEEK. By contrast, prior to the Trump recession, the highest number of new claims EVER in a week was around 500,000. Trump's peak week was THIRTEEN TIMES that. And at its peak, the unemployment rate under Trump was higher than at any point since the Great Depression in the 1930's. GDP growth has been no faster under Trump than under Obama. In fact, even before the Trump Recession began, growth was slower over the first three years of his term than over the final three years of Obama's term. And that's AFTER Trump's massive tax cut for the rich, which was supposed to juice the economy - instead, of course, the rich simply pocketed their gains, companies bought back their stock to drive up the price, and the top 10% of households by wealth, who own 85% of the stocks out there, pocketed the proceeds. That tax giveaway to the rich added $2 trillion in US debt. Digging our way out of the Trump recession has already cost us several trillion more, and will undoubtedly cost us trillions more yet. Even conservative estimates are that Trump will have, in his four years as president, added $8 trillion to the debt - much like he's run his businesses (and bear in mind, most of his biggest prior businesses have gone bankrupt, and he's facing huge balloon debt payments on the rest in just the next few years). But hey, at least the stock market is doing well so his rich friends who have six houses can escape New York or wherever and go live in seclusion to avoid Covid. They're about the only people who will end up having "done well" under the "economic facts" of his administration.

After my haircut this morning, I got pinged by two different guys for oral loads nearby. LOAD #1 -- thick load from a young cub -- very fast, within 5 mins, no kissing. LOAD #2 -- thick creamy load with some ball sucking and rimming, within a few mins too. Hopefully more loads today. OINK!

My favorite part is when the top is getting close. His breathing changes and then his cock grows just a bit more and hardens to its max and I know that the cum is getting ready to flow. Then he drives his fully erect cock deep into me and holds it there while I feel him pump his load deep into me. I especially love it when I can feel his cock pulse against my inner sphincter.

Met this kid in a bar, it was a gay bar that lots of young college guys stumble into and quickly realize it was all guys and leave. The boy was 5'11 blonde with blue eyes and he looked nervous as all get out. He drank his coke and as I watched a couple older guys chat him up and he smiled and talked but each moved on after a short time. I ordered use both a drink, him rum and coke a double and a single for me. I offered him a drink and told him he seemed nervous but this would help. He drank it down and I ordered another for him and soon he was feeling drink and happy and a bit more free. I asked him what he wanted and he said you, I want to be with you. I leaned in and kissed him and then escorted him out to my car and I drove him to a spot I have fucked guys before. It was in an old warehouse district that had lots of abandoned buildings. I stopped and leaned in and kissed him and then un-buckled my pants and pulled out my thick dick and pressed his head down on it. He sucked away and after a five minutes I told him to get out of the car. He looked at me oddly but when I hopped out he did too. I told him to drop his pants and he did but left his under ware on and I pushed him down to suck my dick and leaned down and pushed his his jockey briefs down and started to finger his hole. He moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and as he did I bent him over the car and eat his hole. He moaned loudly and once he was wet and opened I stood up and pressed my leaking dick against his hole and he said wait. should we use a condom? I asked him if he had one, he said no. Your clean right? I gave him some poppers and told him to inhale and after two hits each nostril I spit on my dick and pressed it into his wet juicy hole and fucked him till I shot inside him. He was moaning like a bitch and I pulled out and told him I thought I saw someone and we should go. He pulled up his pants and got in the car and I asked for his number. “I want to see you again.” I handed him a pen, and he wrote it down and I dropped him off. He told me he was available next weekend and I said good and pulled off. I put his number in my glove box and knew I had a sure thing next weekend if I needed some more ass. I love fucking guys and not letting them cum and they leave with my nut inside them.

An older black top pinged me up on Grindr, looking for an ass up face down fuck. I waited for him on all four, naked. He got here shortly, teasing my boy pussy with the tip of his fat cock. As I took a few sniffs of the poppers, he completely shoved his dick into me. I could see his toned body pounding against mine on via the nearby mirror, tho I couldn't see his face. He continued to rape my ass mercilessly until he dropped his load. He came so much that, when he pulled out his cock, his cum were flowing out of my hole like a fountain.

Paging Dr Doug... Code blue balls...Dr Doug....code blue balls....STAT.....

coming back to consciousness and finding my guts filled with cum and not knowing who or how many guys have emptied inside me

Way too much to choose from! Love the feeling of being a slut, providing service that guys need. Love being on all 4s with my ass in the air and being mounted from behind as if I'm nothing more than a hole to use. Love the pop of the head going in and the spread of my pussy as the cock goes balls deep. Love the cum. Love providing ATM. OINK..there's a lot to like about getting fucked.

PART TWO... ((NOTE. NO SEX PRESENT IN CHAPTER)) By the time the sun rose that Friday morning, Ian had already been up for hours. Why? Packing, of course! Everything needed to be organized, put away, checked, and double checked. That way they'd be certain to bring all the necessities. “Ugh...” Kace groaned, waking to the sound of zippers and buckles. The first thing he saw opening his crusty eyes was not one, not two, but three suitcases packed to their limits. Kace didn't even know they had enough stuff to fill three suitcases in the first place! Now it was his turn to be the baffled one. “What the... What are you doing?” “Packing.” “For what? A trip to Mars?” “Might as well be.” “Dude, we're gonna be gone what? Two days? And I'm pretty sure Jon will provide clothes for the shoot!” Kace laughed, laugh turning to an awkward chuckle as his groggy brain remembered the nature of today's job. “I know. That's what I'm afraid of.” “Look, Ian,” Kace said, blanket falling and exposing his bare chest as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You really don't have to do this. Jon's a chill guy. I'm sure if you call and say-” “And we really need 2000 dollars. As long as you're there, I can handle it. Now,” Ian continued, changing the subject to something that didn't make him want to crawl out of his skin. “Which do you think will stand up to the chlorine better? Trunks or my wetsuit?” Kace smirked. “Speedo.” “Christ, what is it with you and your Speedo obsession?” “What? Professional swimmers wear them, so they must be good with chlorine! Just trying to be helpful!” “Right,” Ian gave his boyfriend an eye roll and a smile, tucking the wetsuit into one of the seemingly endless compartments. “I'm going to warm up the car. See you outside.” “I-I'm not even awake yet man!” “Then,” Ian said, never losing that smug little smile. “You'd better go get dressed.” Though Kace griped, 'warming up the car' gave him a good half hour to change, (not) comb his hair, inhale a toaster strudel made of real 'food byproduct' and get out the door with enough time to forget his sunglasses twice on the way! Rumour had it the vehicle was once a Chevrolet, but Frankencar there had so many parts replaced that the only ones who knew for sure what it once was were it and God. And, well, let's just say it started about as well you'd expect from an auto nicknamed 'Frankencar.' As fate would have it for our dear Kace, the only clothes not buried in a suitcase somewhere was a tight-fitting orange t-shirt and beige running shorts that did little to protect whatever trace of modesty was left in the man. Kace had a sneaking suspicion this wasn't an accident. Ian's suitcase still lay on the bed. And his Speedo was still in the closet. So our brown-haired friend did what any responsible boyfriend would do: swapped the unsuited wetsuit for a more, ahem, 'fitting' piece. Just because he didn't want the pool chemicals to ruin the former's delicate fabric. Yes. That was certainly his only motive. After some key turning, break pedalling, too many 'Pull ze switch, Igor!' jokes, a few prayers and a good thrashing, Frankencar was finally on the move, going down a few familiar morning streets before turning off in the direction of the highway. However, the shoot wasn't until three. In the afternoon. So why then had the pair set off at the crack of dawn? Officially, to settle into the BnB, but the real reason was so- “Now you have no excuse to speed.” Kace grumbled. “Because we have all day to get there,” Ian gently taunted, though it came from a place of concern. “That didn't mean we had to go at this ungodly hour.” “This 'ungodly hour' is eight o'clock Kace. Besides, last time we left at noon, and you still found a reason to go eighty in a seventy zone.” “A good reason!” “You're really not helping your cause here man. It's just-” “27 percent of car accident fatalities in the year 2017 were caused by speeding. I know. It's only the fiftieth time you've told me.” “I'm sorry, I'm-” “The reason I'm not dead yet?” Kace laughed, shooting Ian a sideways smile. “Look dude, I get it. I'm glad you're watching out for my daredevil ass. I'm touched. In all the right places.” He winked, sucking air through his teeth. “Kace!” “Worrywart,” He said, tone making what would be an insult sound like the most loving pet name in the world. As expected, the 'settling in' took a grand total of 45 minutes, leaving the couple with an entire five hours and fifteen minutes of diddly squat. Under other circumstances, they would've chilled at the BnB for a while, watching TV and perhaps engaging in 'other' activities. But does a shy young man going to an erotic softcore photoshoot sound normal to you? I think not. To Ian, this was like ripping off a bandage: you got to do it all at once. And every second spent in those 400 square feet of pressed bedsheets and generic paintings was like peeling it off one hair at a time. The studio was only a stone's throw away. Jonathan would be there by now, hell, with how seriously he took the job he'd probably stayed the previous night prepping. Ian was fearing the unknown, so if he got there, took a walk around the set, and had a quick chat with Jonathan, there would be no more unknown. He wanted to be prepared BEFORE he had to deal with someone else, namely the other model. The exterior itself was nondescript. Had it not been for the J&B's Studio sign in the window (the 'io' burnt out, a sign of disrepair to the average passerby but a wink and a nod for those in the know) J&B's 'Stud' could've been anything from a paper clip factory to a mafia gambling house. The inside on the other hand.... The first floor was equally nondescript, a few run-of-the-mill landscape photos tacked onto grey walls, a small waiting room stocked full of 15-year-old Reader's Digests and a water cooler which looked like it had seen better days. In the background of the drabness was a small desk, sat behind it an even smaller woman, the click-clack of her keyboard making perfect mood music for the scene. Whatever she was working on (if she was working at all) it commanded her attention to a point that she failed to notice the two attractive new arrivals standing awkwardly by her desk. Ian wasn't the type for these sorts of interactions. In fact, he'd rather hold hands with a cactus than handle such situations. Kace, on the other hand... “Excuse me?” No response. “Excuse me?” He said again, lightly rapping the wood with his knuckles. “Kace, don't-” “How can I help you?” “See?” Kace whispered, nudging Ian before turning back to the woman, who looked the Merriam-Webster definition of bored. “Ah yes, we're here for the shoot.” The woman stared at him. Either she was expecting him to continue, or she'd just fallen into a vegetative state. “With?” “Jonathan.” It was as though a switch had been flicked. In an instant, dull green eyes turned to sparkling emeralds, a previously bored face etched with equal parts professionalism and intrigue. Even her hair seemed to perk up somehow, small curly-fry ringlets visible under the mountains of frizz. “Ah, yes! Your name?” “I'm-” But the woman cut him off before he could finish. “Ian?” “How did you-” “Only two names down here kid. And, well...” “Well what?” Kace asked, tone bordering on irritation. She giggled. “You don't exactly look like a DeMarquis!” “DeMarquis? Oh, uhm, that's the other guy, right?” “So I hear! Elevator to the third floor, second door on the right! Have a nice day!” “Thanks...” Kace replied, finding the woman's odd demeanour change a touch offputting. “You too...” He wanted nothing more than to climb into the tiny silver box and slam the doors shut. It was only when he got into the elevator that Kace remembered his claustrophobia. “Yeesh. This is some James Bond movie shit, man,” He stammered, scratching the back of his neck. Of course, Ian saw right through this flimsy attempt to conceal obvious fear. And that's why Ian knew he needed to play along with it. The only thing Kace hated more than tiny spaces and snakes was for others to view him as a coward. “It's not that bad-” DING! With a dramatic SWOOSH! The elevator slid open, revealing what looked more like the backstage of a high-budget television show than an out-of-the-way studio stationed smack-dab in the middle of Nowheresville. The floor was black, a red carpet running through the centre, splitting off like a serpent's forked tongue in two separate directions at the end of the hall. Where it went from there, however, was irrelevant, for door three lay only a few yards from where the elevator let off. And if door three was that close, and the corridor so long, the men could only imagine how many rooms the so-called lackluster building truly held. As if to top it all off, on the walls ran a line of lightbulbs, all pointed sideways in a manner one would expect on a fashion runway. “You were saying?” Kace laughed, more from relief of escaping the elevator than at his own witty retort. “Okay. Point taken. But I'd still say it's more Ms. Peel than Bond.” “Who?” “Don't you watch TV?” “Yea, just not stuff that's older than friggin Jonathan.” “How did you know-” “Because I know you. Like the...” Kace said, putting his hand atop Ian's. “-Like the back of your hand.” Having reached their door, the couple stood like this for a moment, silent, with fingers interlocked. But they couldn't wait forever. Kace squeezed Ian's hand, turning to him with a gentle, encouraging smile. “You ready?” “As I'll ever be.” Together, they gripped the doorknob. Inside was.... Well, it was a whole new world. A sort of pocket galaxy, really. Gone were the glitzy lights and red carpet, replaced instead by moose heads and tartan area rugs. A fireplace in the corner, an earthy green couch in the middle, hell, even a bar fully equipped with prop drinks! Save for the light stands scattered about, orange tape markers on the floor, and the door still open to the universe beyond, one could've easily mistaken it for an honest-to-goodness log cabin! “WOAH!” Both men said in unison. “All the work I put into this one, 'woah' is damned right!” A disembodied voice spoke. A second later, and the 'embodied' part revealed itself, popping up from under the bar counter holding a brush and dustpan. It was short, grey-haired, with light stubble defining its most notable feature: a shit-eating grin. “Jonathan! Good to see you again!” Ian said, giving the older man an impressed nod. Though he might not have been too keen on the idea of a more erotic shoot, Jonathan had been nothing but amicable in all the time they'd known each other. But not too 'amicable' in the sense that while his language was friendly, if somewhat unfiltered, his actions never strayed from the realm of complete professionalism. “Hey Jon. Looking older than ever!” “And I see the steroids have done you wonders!” The 'old' man laughed, the two doing their typical insult exchange ending with a firm pat on the shoulder from Jonathan. Though Kace had never been to the studio himself, naturally he wanted to know what the man who Ian would be stripping to Speedos for was like. Honestly, had it been anyone else except the old pro, Kace probably wouldn't have been as comfortable with his boyfriend participating in such a line of work. “Sorry we're early... I just wanted to get a feel of the place before, well...” “Ah, don't worry about it! Ida already paged me.” “Ida?” Ian asked. “My front desk lady. You know, about yay-high, creepy as all get out...” “Yea,” Kace snorted, face a sideways smile. “I think I know the one.” “You ain't seen half of it yet! Besides,” Jonathan continued, returning his attention to Ian. “You're not even the first here!” “What?” “Yep.” “YAHH!” Ian yelped, startled at the sudden presence of a third party. How had... Whoever this was, make it in so quietly? Ian turned to look and it... Made even less sense. The man was tall, like six-foot basketball player tall, though that was where his similarities to athletes of that sport ended. For one thing, he was a far cry from their beanpole build, looking to be 200 pounds easy, bulky, but in the fit sort of way, muscles clearly visible under the initial layer of fat. Kace was a decently built man in his own right, but he looked to this guy how Ian compared to him. The image was almost comical... Almost. Yet, there was an undercurrent of something different, something.... Erotic? He most definitely looked like a DeMarquis. Those being the case, try to picture the full extent of the contrast between itsy-bitsy Ian and the behemoth towering over him? Pretty difficult, right? I mean, it's not something you see very often. Which is why somebody was handing over the big bucks to get said picture(s). The man didn't even react to Ian's outburst. It was as if he was used to this sort of thing. Instead, he shut the door (closing the last window to the world beyond the cabin), and, with a warm smile, strode past the small group of men to the bar. Well, it was less like he strode past and more like he strode... Through. He had one destination and was headed straight there, no detours. So, if someone was in his way, they'd simply have to step aside. That 'someone' in this case, happened to be, well, Kace. Like Ian, the man was also surprised. For a very different reason, however. You see, he'd done shoots like this before, for other companies. Usually the so-called 'twink' turned out to be a dude teetering on middle age who was scrawny, but in all the wrong places. This little guy on the other hand, why, he was practically cherubic! It wasn't until he was behind the bar, fixing up a drink of what was surely prop liquor that somebody finally spoke. Funnily enough, it was Ian, out of all people. “So,” He asked, a polite attempt at an icebreaker in an otherwise awkward situation. “What's that?” “Raspberry Mojito,” DeMarquis replied, never glancing up from his drink. If he might get too distracted by his shootmate and get the soda-to-alcohol ratio all wrong! “No, no, I mean, I know that's what it is for the shoot and stuff,” Ian said. A bold-faced lie, the man couldn't tell the difference between margarita and moonshine, but that wasn't the focus of his question. “I mean, what's it actually made of? I've seen grape soda used for wine, and apple juice for whisky, but I'm stumped on this one.” This time, the lumbering fellow's eyes shot up from the glass instantly, a toothy grin spreading across his face just as fast. It sounded to him like the boy was angling for a drink. That couldn't have been farther from the truth. But, he had no way to know that. “Why don't you come see for yourself, kid?” Jonathan's posture adjusted ever-so-slightly, as if he were about to call out or interrupt something. One look from DeMarquis, and he thought better of it, Ian never noticing as he went to join the forty-something by the bar. But Kace... Kace did. The drink smelt sweet, with a bite lingering beneath that Ian couldn't quite place (only serving to pique his curiosity further). “Cheers,” DeMarquis said, raising his glass as Ian automatically mimicked him, doing the same. The taste... It tasted how it smelt, only with all the little details filled in. The sweetness, that was raspberry and lime, with just a hint of mint. It popped and fizzed, typical of carbonation, and it burned on the way down. Only... It burned a little too much. Almost like... “Woah! Is... Is this real?” Nobody needed to say a word for the question to be answered. Within seconds, Ian felt the blood rush to his head. He didn't need to look to know that his cheeks had flushed, taking what few years he had off his face. Suddenly, he looked less like a young man, and more like a little boy just come in from the snow. “Hey!” Kace said, rushing to his boyfriend's side. “You good, man?” “Relax. Believe it or not, I'm a big boy.” Normally, that would've been enough of an answer. Kace trusted Ian. But now, a third variable had entered the equation, a variable he found himself growing warier of by the second. “Dude, you don't even like booze.” “I know,” Ian said, falling to a whisper. “But I just met this guy, and he made me one little drink. I don't want to be rude.” 'Yea, you just met this guy, and he made you a drink,' Is what Ian wanted to say. Instead, he, against his gut instinct, took the more rational response. “Alright, just... Be careful, okay?” “Kace. You get pissed off when I make you double check to make sure the door is locked. I really don't think I'm the one you need to talk to about being careful.” “Heh. How does it feel having the shoe on the other foot?” Kace laughed. Normally, most of their conflicts resolved with a bad joke or one-liner. Yet, when laughter turned to awkward chuckles, and awkward chuckles turned to sighs, things still didn't feel quite as they should've been. Still, Ian was right. He was an adult. He could handle himself. There was only one more question Kace needed to ask before switching his attention to Jonathan. He looked up at DeMarquis (something he wasn't used to, given Ian's short stature), asking the exact same question that he'd just asked his boyfriend. “You good, man?” Though not a word differed, the tone of voice told the men all they needed to know. Well, three out of the four men. The fourth man, Ian, was too busy sipping away his first ever Raspberry Mojito. Had he had any prior, he'd've known his 'little' drink far exceeded the typical serving size for such a beverage. But, as mentioned earlier, the man was practically a virgin when it came to liquid courage. “Uh, yea. Sorry, if I'd known your friend wasn't a drinker, I-” “Boyfriend,” Kace corrected. “-Boyfriend wasn't a drinker, I woulda made him something different.” Kace analyzed DeMarquis's words syllable by syllable, scanning for any hint of a fib. In the end, he decided that it really had been an accident... However, Kace had his doubts as to how much the man regretted it. “Uh... Huh..” Kace nodded, turning and walking (storming, actually), over to Jonathan. He had some explaining to do! “Jon?” He said, voice hushed and tensed. “What?” “I think you know what.” “The drinks?” “No, the lighting! Yes, of course the drinks! Why does a STAGED shoot have REAL drinks?” “Erm...” Jonathan squirmed, making every effort to avoid eye contact as he replied. “It was... On request of the client. Real alcohol, or no dice. They insisted I make it 'as authentic as possible.'” Kace grumbled, the deep, begrudging sound of acquiescence far from the playful gripes he directed towards Ian on a daily basis. “Fine. Okay. But can we at least wait until the actual shoot before whipping the crap out?” He said, gesturing to Ian and DeMarquis, currently laughing about something over what remained of their Raspberry Mojitos. Lips pursed, Jonathan nodded. “Alright, let's get this show on the road! Dressing room is just down the hall, both your costumes should be there. If they aren't, tell me and I'll go yell at Ida.” Something about that sentence bothered Kace, though it wasn't until the two had long since disappeared that he realized what. 'Dressing room.' In the singular.

The real power in the United States isn't the government, it's big business. Few are bigger than big pharma and the health insurance and care providers. You notice neither party is advocating going full socialized medicine... I personally would not mind if we cut our military budget back to just what was needed to protect the United States, pulled all troops back from overseas (including Europe), and put that money toward healthcare. The military industrial complex and those invested in our thirty year war won't like that.

It was early January this year. I met a guy out at a bar and we left to go to his place but he said he couldn’t wait. He ended up fucking me between some cars in a parking garage right outside the bar, my jeans and underwear around my ankles.

The rest of the week was about the same as the first day and morning. Jerol fucked my tight hole 2-3 times a day and would always leave it dripping. It was embarrassing that I was letting this massive hung jock use me like his personal fuck toy. I always told him "no" and that it hurt too much but somehow he would convince me to let him "just rub his cockhead on my hole" or "just lick and tongue-fuck my butthole" which always ended up with his cock pumping ten inches in and out of my ass and him cumming in me. I became more quiet with the guys, they noticed something was wrong, but obviously I couldn't tell them what was really going on. On the last day of camp we'd all been let out early to do whatever we wanted. I went back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, they showered while I talked to my girlfriend. She was telling me that she couldn't wait for me to get home and eat her pussy and fuck her. She'd gotten an implant before she went to camp and wanted me to cum inside her as much as I could. I was so hard and horny now. The guys filed into the dorm room, and asked if I wanted to go to the mall with them. I spent all my money on camp, so I really couldn't. Besides my girl got me too riled up, I figured I'd stay back and jerk off a few times while I had the dorm room to myself. As soon as the guys left I began jerking off, I came once, but it was difficult for some reason. I kept jerking my diamond hard cock, and as I relaxed more I began to feel myself up. I eventually had my hand running through my crack, hitting my tight pink boyhole. Next thing I remember I was fucking my hole with three of my fingers and blasting a huge load all over myself. Hmph...I didn't mean to finger myself. It just happened. I decided I better hop in the shower, when I came out of the dorm room, I ran into Billy, he was in the dorm room across the hall. He was about 5'5" and super quick on the courts. He was part Latino, his skin and complexion would get anyone to look twice. He was really lean and muscular, with quite an ass on him. I bet his waist was only 28 inches around which made his butt look all the more poppin. I said,"hey, you didn't go to the mall with the rest of the guys?" Billy wasn't a shy guy, but he looked down and mumbled something about having to stay back and clean up the gym and he was going to get ready for a shower too. I went on into the shower area, and had a nice hot shower. As I was drying off I heard a "clink" at the door. I didn't think anything of it, so I finished drying off and was putting my clothes back on when I heard someone try to get into the door. That's odd, it seemed like it was locked. I grabbed my shower gear and put on my shoes and when I got to the door, sure enough, it was locked. Why did someone lock the door so early and while I was showering? I unlocked it and peeked out into the hallway. There was Billy at the end of the hall talking to Jerol. Jerol had his hand on Billy's shoulder, I heard Jerol say,"yeah, sometimes they lock up early, but you can use the shower area on my floor..." What the fuck!?!?! Jerol is the one that locked the door that first day! He set that up so he could get me up onto his floor, use his shower, all with the intentions of busting my straight boy hole cherry. That fucker. I felt a pain of jealousy. He was fucking other boys besides me??? Wasn't I enough? He fucked me several times a day too. Ugh. I should be glad Billy was going to relieve me of some of my duties. But I felt, mad, and jealous. Why? I don't like it when Jerol fucks me, it hurts and he just uses my hole...but I do blow my loads multiple times while his cock pounds my prostate. Fuck, maybe I like it. I don't do I? Me cumming so hard and so much is just my body reacting to something so huge slamming my prostate, right? Fuck this shit. I'm going to follow Billy and Jerol and find out if he's really doing what I think he is. I snuck up the stairs and quietly opened the door to the shower area on Jerol's floor. I heard moaning and I froze. "Damnit, shit, it's true." I made my way toward the sounds, and hid behind a locker and peered around the corner to see Billy sitting on the bench while Jerol was on his knees sucking Billy's cock and balls. Damn, Billy had an incredibly thick uncut cock. I couldn't believe such a thick cock would be on such a tiny boy. Jerol was deep throating him too! I watched as he used his mouth on Billy's cock and balls, and then taint, and my eyes widened as Jerol lifted up Billy's legs and dove into that perfect sweet ass. Jerol was eating Billy's pussy hole like it was the last hole on earth. I suddenly realized my hands had migrated to my hard cock and was stroking off to this scene. What was I doing? As Jerol ate that bubble butt, he reached into the shorts laying under the bench and pulled out a bottle of oil. He began slathering it all over his huge member. It was dripping in oil. He turned Billy around on the bench and got up on it with him, and began rubbing his cockhead on Billy's hole. Billy was saying,"just don't put it in okay? I've only had my girlfriend's fingers in me, and you're so much, just way too big." I already knew what Jerol was about to say,"it's cool man, I just want to rub it against you hole for a minute." I watched everything play out like it did for me on day one. Jerol ended up slowly working and running Billy down until he had about 8 inches pumping in and out of Billy's tight hole. Billy asked for a condom several times, he asked Jerol to stop several times, but in the end Jerol blasted his load inside Billy and Billy blew his load twice while getting rammed by that monster. I also shot my load onto the floor three times. I felt so sad though. I just walked out and went back to my dorm. I cried a little. I don't know why I felt really alone all of a sudden. I was exhausted too. I really didn't feel well. I laid down and fell to sleep immediately. When I woke up later I was soaked in sweat, I was burning up. I definitely had a fever, and fuck...I barely got my head over the trash can while I vomited. Oh my god, why do I feel so horrible? My entire body ached. Thankfully, there was just a few more hours until my parents came to pick me up and take me home. I fell asleep again, and woke up to Jerol shaking me. Jerol was asking me,"Hey man? Are you okay? You seem really sick." I told him I had a fever and had thrown up. I felt like shit. Why was Jerol smiling? Jerol consoled me,"you'll be okay buddy, let me take your clothes off you and get you cooler." As his hands pulled my sweaty clothes off I suddenly said,"NO! Fuck you Jerol! I saw you and Billy, you're the one that locked the shower area doors and you tricked me into letting you fuck me! And you do the same shit to every boy that walks in here don't you?" I was too weak to stop Jerol from undressing me. He responded calmly,"Look man, I'm a horny guy. I don't fuck everyone, just the special ones. Guys like you and Billy, with little waists and big asses. You're just so hot. It's just sex man. We all got girls back home, we're just helping each other bust our nuts while they're gone, ya know?" By this time he had me completely naked and was stroking my hard cock. I don't know how I was hard, I was so sick. I laid there, while he fucked me again. I didn't have the strength. I just let him do whatever he wanted. He smiled at me a lot, telling me to be sure and take care of myself and go to the doctor when my parents picked me up to make sure I didn't have the flu. He blew two loads in me. I guess Billy's ass wasn't enough for him, he had to take mine too while I was sick. Jerol put his number in my phone and told me to text him next time I was in town. hmph...yeah right, he wishes. I'll never let someone fuck me again.

This is a true story and my post first on here, I'm 23, horny and I had never barebacked before. To get me through lockdown I discovered popperbating, i've probably gone through 10 bottles in the last 2 months. The videos coached me to be a pig, a cumdump and to never refuse a load. Before this I was ignorant, if someone asked for bareback I'd refuse them like they had the plague. How wrong I was. The problem is, i'm the horniest I've ever been, and no amount of porn or wanking can 'scratch the itch' I was now feeling. With Coronavirus, Grindr has been very hit and miss. A lot of anonymous profiles have popped up to hide the shame they may encounter from showing their faces. This didn't bother me, I hadn't been fucked in 4 months and with each day my craving was getting harder and harder but so was finding someone willing to meet. I wanted to meet anyone as long as they had a cock. My usual preferences went out the window, I was ready to be used and abused. My hopes were dashing, with each miss I was losing faith in Grindr and other sites, my town in Devon was just full of time wasters so I was ready to uninstall. Until I had a message from an anon profile called "BB Fucker". With a name like "BB Fucker" it's easier to cut the BS and get straight to it. "Location?" I asked. Instantly he shared it and I said i'd be there in 5 minutes. I don't think i've ever left the house so fast. It actually caught me off guard, I was so unprepared. I quickly grabbed my best bottle of poppers and was in the car in under 30 seconds. I don't think the smile left my face the entire journey there. When I arrived, I message asking for their house number. "BB Fucker" was now offline. I messaged again asking them where they are and sent my location. I was promptly blocked. I was furious. I've met time wasters before, but this encounter thoroughly pissed me off. I was so close to just driving to a city in hopes of finding a new cluster of promiscuous gays, the type that might actually agree to meet me. Then a new profile appeared, "Hung egg-plant emoji, safe fun". They were within 500 feet so I thought, why not, a wrapped dick is better than no dick at all. So I sent them a message "I'm close, wanna fuck me now?". The longest 5 minutes of my life, I was about to drive off until I heard that famous ding. "I'm in flat 23 .... doors open". I don't quite remember but I think I ran. I walked in and saw a middle eastern man standing there with his dick out. He said something but I didn't catch it, I was straight on my knees sucking his cock. He pulled away. "Do you have a condom?" he said. "Urm let me check", knowing full well I didn't. "I don't sorry, do you?", praying he would say no but off he went to check. I think my face went white when he came back with a brand new box from his flat mates bedroom. I was gutted but dick is dick. Much to my annoyance, it was one of those bright red ones and he made me suck him wearing it. I may as well have sucked off a balloon animal. I took a deep hit of poppers, may be the high will stop me caring so much. Fuck, I needed a dick in my ass and I needed it now. I started demanding he fuck me hard now. But he wanted me to suck him more. I felt like telling the balloon animal to fuck off but his dick was thick and he was my only hope of getting a fuck that day. I sucked him, trying to make a hole in the condom. He started to film me. My first thought was great, i'm going to end up on only fans or something with the most boring fuck ever. I pulled away and bent over, I wanted him to lick my hole. "I don't do that sorry", fuck sake anything else I thought to myself. He started to fuck me, slowly and gently. I shouted "harder" until he finally got into the rhythm. I asked him to cum in me when he's ready and he promptly switched the camera off. "No, safe only". Then the camera went back on. Until he started pulling out for long periods of time. I couldn't work out what he was doing, it was thrust, wait 10 seconds, thrust... I thought he can't be close already... I tried to turn around but he pushed my head into the bed and started fucking me hard and fast. I could feel him cumming in me. Spurt after spurt, I'd never felt anything quite like that before. I went from barely excited to cumming instantly, that had never happened before. I turned around to see the condom on the floor. "It broke I'm sorry I don't know what happened" he claimed. Yeah... sure you didn't, all I was thinking was, I was just used for a stealthing video and his act was a cover up. He apologised and asked if I was clean. My answer was obviously yes, I was recently tested and hadn't fucked in months. "Good" as he walked into his bathroom. I picked up the condom off the floor, completely intact. Lying fucker. I'm satisfied I got my first load in my ass, just a little pissed to be used in that way and not get to enjoy a full BB fuck. I said to him after, "you know, I would've fucked BB anyway if you'd just asked?" to which the camera went back on, oddly, "I'm so sorry the condom broke, I only ever play safe I didn't mean it", camera off. I guess he got to live out his condom to bareback fantasy, even if I did have to put up with the god awful acting. When I left, I messaged asking for a copy of the Condom to Bareback video or a link to it when it's uploaded. To no surprise - blocked. I still left with a smile on my face and swiftly changed my grindr name to "Egg plant, water emoji - dump", stupid Grindr blocking my new favourite words. I felt like I had been baptised, seeing sex in a whole new light. Cum is now my drug, and I need my next fix now. Attached a pic of the aftermath 🙂

I've been a top all my life, and always enjoyed unloading in a white ass.. Also, loved seeing a white boy take a BBC at the vid store. But lately, no action for me, and getting a little depressed. And reading all these tales on here, making me horny and craving a load in my ass Toxic loaded stories, making me cum reading them... so last weekend, I set out to the xxx store.. heard it is open again, and that they are letting Black guys come for free ( some homeless that are basically living there when they need to) When I get there, it's after midnight, and after a quick walk thru - i notice the rooms are indeed full of Black guys - at least ten of them there.. mostly older, some slim, some muscular, some on the heavy side. I make some eye contact with some and head to the back room, where there is a couch and porn playing. The room is well lit, which I like because I like to see what's going on. As i enter the room, i turn and two Black men are already standing at the doorway to block my path if I planned to turn around and leave. I had no intention of that. Instead, I took off my sneakers, dropped my shorts and took off my shirt . Totally naked i sat down on the couch and waved them towards me. I started sucking their cocks, back and forth. One maybe 45 years old, around 6 foot, 220 pounds and a thick uncut dark piece of meat. The other guy, maybe 6 foot 3, 175, slim but muscular, with a long 9 inch uncut cock. As I sucked, one of them would occasionally smack my face, and both got a little verbal, calling me names. I noticed three others near the entrance of the room , all stroking their cocks. They moved into the room, to get a better view, and also to offer me their meat. Now I had five Black cocks, I was sucking.. Licking their balls, and even an occasional ass hole. Whatever they wanted I was willing to do. Finally one of them took me and bent me over the couch, First licking my ass, and then forcefully fingering my hole. I started to tell him to go easy, but then i stopped. Let him use my ass any way he wanted. As he worked my ass over with his finger, another Black guy stuck his cock in my mouth. so now I had action at both ends. It wasn't easy sucking that cock as the other guy worked over my ass but i did my best. As he started to push his thick cock into my ass, it got even more difficult. Tight as I was, he managed to slowly push it thru and fuck my ass. Other guys eagerly cheered him on. Telling him to breed my white faggot ass. Then I heard the guy fucking me say out loud, You gonna take this dirty poz dick cum aint you white boy... and all i could say was yes sir give it to me. thats what i came here for He unloaded his toxic load deep in my gut and pushed his cock in as deep as it could go . He rested a few and then pulled out... i wanted to reach around and feel his cum dripping out of my ass, but didn't have time as another Black guy took his place. I glanced around to see a younger Black guy, totally wasted ,skinny and sickly looking. He pushed his cock in hard and leaned in to my face and pulled my face back to him and kissed me deeply as he fucked my hole.. Breed me i told him.. I want your dirty load I told him.. You want it, you gonna get it he said back to me and then unloaded inside me.. Now probably two toxic loads deep in my gut and I wanted more.. Thank god the evening was still young.....

4 65+ yos last night that brutally fucked me while my bf watched with that dirty smile of his. he adores seeing me give myself to much older men and i certainly enjoy my hole pleasuring them.

The best part is when the poz top plants his toxic seed deep deep in my fertile gut starting that poz pregnancy hopefully growing a new Med resistant strain

When he first slides in and I know I'm going to be owned. And when he finally cums . Prefer deep so I keep his load in me so I know I've pleased him n he owns me.

Had a hung white divorced daddy over at my work. He was bald and has a slim fit built, carrying a thick 8 inch. He demanded no talking nor making out, just me sucking his cock and have him using my hole for his pleasure. He pounded me real hard in doggy style for about half and hour, I was quite worn out by then. I begged him to cum inside me, he demanded me to be on my stomach and not to move a bit. Shortly after, he shot a few days load. He said he deserved a massage next time for working hard on my hole. Bossy tops can be hot sometimes 🙂

I think it's no contradiction to be a man and a 100 % bottom. It takes a real man to satisfy a man's needs.

No worries, I'm not offended in the slightest! As a female, I know I'm not fully able to capture the male homosexual experience, and I also know this is a website by-and-for men, I'm more than happy to listen to criticism (since my being here is somewhat of an imposition in-and-of-itself). As far as the things with the mother character go, I was trying to illustrate the personalities my buyer wanted his characters to have (establishing early on Ian's loyalty, work-ethic, and guilt around taking handouts). It was part of the request that I try to flesh the characters However, I agree I was clunky in my portrayal. You're also correct that I am a young writer. I'm only about a year into adulthood, so I lack the experience those 10-20 years my senior possess. Which is why I do my best to practice a lot and read the works of others. I'll definitely take a peek at the writer you suggested! I appreciate your critique! The only thing I have to say is if I wrote what I knew, I'd make some pretty dull stories. But, who knows? Maybe I need a bit more time in the 'real world' to make my writing pop!

Hey must admit, over here in the UK we are having a good laugh. You Americans. You would never catch us electing a blond clown with an iffy sex life, useless response to a global pandemic who had a destructive policy that will destroy the economy. Oh,....er...hang on a minute...

Heavy bisexual with a focus on cock oriented fantasies.

We put ourselves in situations to find men who will use us and breed us but during the actual fuck, the top has control and they themselves decide if they need a quick pump and dump or what a long sweaty session to use my hole.

Exactly, LittleCumSewer. Whenever the man wants to use our faggot cumdump holes, we must open up and take the cock and cum.

At boots-only and leather parties I used to find tops tested most of the willing bare holes over the afternoon or evening. It was the star bottom who got the load(s) at closing time. So it works both ways

I have been off PrEP since March and I'm on the fence of going back on PrEP. I have been going to parks causing and taking loads and scared shit of becoming Poz.

The most I've carried is piss from 7 different guys before I felt any discomfort and pushed it out on a guy whole he was fucking me

12, by these two guys that were camping next to my family near the Grand Canyon. I snuck out of my parent’s camper and into their tent. Still can get hard remembering that night.

I been stretching my nipples for weeks a few hours each day and now I’m seeing big results as I need bigger suckers as they grew in diameter and some in length. I want utters for nipples

PART 4 Chris sat on the edge of Kevin’s bed as Kevin rifled thru his drawer selecting a jock for Chris to try. Oh my god, Chris thought to himself, holy shit this is real. I got act cool. Should I try to hide my hardon? What if he thinks I am lame because I am hard? But maybe he will like it? Chris’s thoughts rushed thru his head, his adrenaline surging as the the nerves and excitement hit him. Kevin turned around now and faced him, Chris looked up. Kevin held up a jock in his hand. “This should look amazing on you. It was a little small on me but I bet it fits your frame perfectly. Here, try it on. Let’s see!”, Kevin said as he tossed Chris the jock. Chris was a little shy and tried to cover himself a little as he shed his shorts and put on the jock. As he adjusted it, he was thankful that the pouch stretched enough so even though it wAs obvious he wAs hard, it stayed trapped inside. Chris was almost shaking he was so nervous and turned on at the same time. “Oh fuck!” Kevin blurted, taking in the young man in front of him. “Turn around Chris”, Kevin spoke quietly. Chris slowly turned so his back was facing Kevin. Without being asked, he spread his legs slightly. “What a perfect little boy butt! God it’s so fucking hot Chris.”, Kevin said in a low voice. Chris was instantly more confident and less nervous. Kevin loves his ass. He thought it was perfect. He thinks I am hot, Chris thought to himself. The nerves fading, Chris was just feeling more and more turned on. Without thinking, Chris blurted, “I think you are so hot. Even when I saw you at the store, you are so hot.” Then Chris gestures at Kevin’s cock and added, “ And THAT looks huge!” Kevin grinned. The boy was his. Faster than he had thought, but this boy was so ready. He had just needed someone to light the fuse. Now it was a matter of slowly turning up the heat and making Chris need to take yet another step forward. Time to tease the boy along a little bit, get him talking, Kevin thought to himself. Time to get to him to start telling Kevin what he really wants. That was a big part of it, Kevin thought, getting a guy like Chris to want it so bad he admits it, or even better, begs for it. Most times, once they opened up and admitted it, the young guys can’t wait to tell all their fantasies and desires. Kevin had a feeling Chris was ready to tell him everything. Kevin walked over and sat down On the bed and motioned for Chris to come sit next to him. “Do you like being over here Chris? Being free to express yourself?, Kevin asked. Chris nodded. “Good. I’m happy you are here. Very happy. Nothing is better for me than helping a young man like you find himself. And you are the sexiest young man I have ever had the privilege of helping. And I will tell you a little secret, since you have shared with me, I like it when you stare at my cock. I like it a lot. So don’t be shy ok sexy? You can look at it as much as you want. Remember we can try anything. It’s just us. Two hot gay men together.” The words had a further effect on Chris, as Chris replied “i love being here. I cAnt beleive you think I am sexy. You are like the hottest guy I have ever seen. Fuck that cock looks so big.” Kevin could see the signs of the boy losing control. He could see Chris’s lust was in overdrive. “Want to see my cock Chris?”, Kevin asked quietly. “Please!” Chris blurted immediately. Kevin stood up and slid out of his speedo, exposing his now half hard cock, that would eventually be 8 inches rock hard. Chris had his eyes glued to it, examining every detail. Chris always thought he had a nice dick but Kevin wAs not only longe but much thicker. And what a big cockhead. The way his pubes were shaved short looked sexy as hell, Chris thought. And those smooth shaved balls were fucking massive! What a perfect cock, Chris thought. “Chris.... chris. You here?”, Kevin joked trying to get Chris’s attention. Chris had been so mesmerized by Kevin’s huge cock he had lost all other focus. Embarrassed, Chris looked Kevin in the eyes. “Chris when you would think about guys and having hot man sex, what did you think about? What did you want to do? Actually... let me put it another way, if you had a choice of me sucking you or you sucking me which one would you want?”, Kevin asked. Chris was quiet for a moment. He had kept this answer a secret for so long and now he was about to share it. Before he could lose his nerve, Chris spoke quickly “Its always me getting to suck making the other guy cum. That’s what I like. I.. I’d want to suck you. You wouldn’t have to suck me.” This was going better than Kevin ever hoped for. Chris might really be something truly special. This kid wAs so horny and obviously so fucking gay. The kind of guy that is a natural for becoming a cum dump, Kevin thought. “Chris is there anything else? A lot of guys that love wearing jocks, that feel natural wearing them... it’s because they like showing their asses off. They want guys to notice their sexy young ass, so that they can find a nice a top man to give that ass attention. Chris... does your ass need attention?” Chris’s barriers were just about broken and he immediately nodded and then added “I think about getting fucked. I think about it so much.” Chris couldn’t believe he had just said that but he barely felt like he had any control over himself anyways. This was all happening so fast but he couldn’t stop himself. This was everything he had wanted for as long as he could remember. He was finally in a new town in his own place and had found a mentor that he could be truly himself with. Now here he was finally living his life as a gay man, in a jockstrap with the hottest guy ever naked. Chris was so turned on he knew he had no intention of slowing this down. And as he stared at Kevin’s now hard cock he knew that he was going to do anything Kevin wanted. “All those things you have wanted to do Chris... you have no idea how badly I want to do those things with you. My sexy little bottom. I am going to show you so many things.”, said Kevin in a whisper as he stepped closer to Chris, so close that his cock was inches from Chris’s face. Kevin didn’t have to ask. Chris could t hold back. That massive cock in his face broke his last shred of nerves and he was just hungry now. And as his mouth engulfed the head of Kevin’s cock, Chris thought to himself that he had never felt more complete. With this hot man standing in front of him feeding him his cock, Chris knew this was where he was supposed to be. He had been right all along. As his eyes closed and he settled in trying to take as much cock as he could, he was in heaven finally living his true self serving a hot top man with his mouth.

We were in the bedroom and things were getting hot and heavy! His tongue was raping my mouth and I thought he might fingerfuck me right through my jeans. "WAIT," I said, pulling my mouth away from his. "Can we talk about Safe Sex?" His voice was husky. "What's there to talk about? Maybe you should learn to take it bareback!" I was surprised by his attitude but he was SO hot that I felt I should try to get him to see my viewpoint, me being HIV-negative and wanting to stay that way. I asked, "Won't you consider using a condom?" He growled, "NO...I won't" "But WHY?" I pleaded. "You sure got a lotta questions!" he said as he gently but firmly pushed me backwards until I fell onto the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he said, "First, I don't like the feel of latex. I like to fuck the way nature intended...you know what I mean?" I nodded, which he mistook for a sign of agreement. He pulled off my shoes and then my t-shirt off in rapid succession. "Also, they're too tight!" As he said this, he pushed down his pants and stepped out of them. I could see why he felt that way. His cock was long & thick. The sight of it bobbing there, already dripping precum, made me feel weak. He continued, "Stopping to put the damn things on...ruins the mood, don't you think?" With experienced fingers, he undid my jeans and swiftly pulled them off. "Lift up!" he said...and like a good little bottom, I raised my hips off the bed. His strong hands whisked away my briefs. My stiff cock betrayed my excitement. He stepped between my legs and said, "I don't want anything between me and the guy I'm fucking!" He hooked me beneath my knees and I quickly found my heels parked on his muscled shoulders. I started to panic. I blurted, "But... " "Shhh!" His right hand covered my mouth, effectively silencing any possible protest. He then spat into his left hand and seconds later, he pushed inside me in one inexorable motion. The surprise of this sent my mind whirling. I felt his pace pick up speed and soon he was groaning and shuddering as he spent his seed inside of me.! He removed his hand from my mouth! My body remained trapped beneath his. "Any other questions?" he smirked. "Maybe you wanna ask me if I'm HIV-positive? Well...YES...I am!" As I stared at him in shock, I could feel his dick getting hard again inside me. "Maybe you wanna ask if I take any medication? Well...NO, I don't! My viral levels are pretty damned high so I'm really fucking POTENT! Now, RELAX, Baby! It's too late now to do anything about it! No harm in doing it AGAIN!" As his cock resumed it's slow in-and-out movement, I could only moan in shame....shame that this was happening...SHAME THAT I WAS ENJOYING IT!

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

Chapter 8: Friday Satisfaction I went back to my office and was annoyed to see that Calvin was away from his desk. He was supposed to be working on getting some data together for a report that was due today. No point in pushing my luck. I tried to do some work in the meantime but just couldn’t focus. After my conversation with Thomas and the traffic this morning, my victory with Jack was just what I needed. Now, however, I wanted to look for these cameras in the men’s room. I was a bit stunned that Dan had done this and almost cost my my job. I found myself leaving my office and heading towards the closed part of the building. As I approached the restroom, turning the last corner, I saw someone walk into another hallway. Blond hair, about the right height… what would Dan be doing in this bathroom now? If he was coming to meet me, it was still an hour before my “appointed time”. As I approached the bathroom, the door opened and Calvin stepped out. Uncharacteristically, he was slightly dishevelled. One side of his shirt was not properly tucked in, his hair tussled, and something with his posture was a little off. He saw me and his face immediately turned very red. “Calvin? What are you doing here? This part of the building is shut down with the renovations?” “Well… I… uh…” He stammered. I can’t believe it took me a moment to do the mental math. Dan. Calvin. Dishevelled. “Calvin, step in here with me for a minute.” I gestured towards the men’s room. “I… uh… I need to get back to my desk.” “That can wait.” I gently gripped his arm and pulled him into the bathroom. The smell was unmistakable. The unsavoury but erotic smell of cum and man sex. I could even see a dribble of cum still dripping off the sink counter. “Just what has been going on in here” I said, trying to look disapproving. He looked like he wanted to faint. He started to speak but I put my finger on his lips and he stopped. I stepped closer. His eyes darted around like a cornered animal looking for escape. “Don’t worry.” I said. “You aren’t in trouble.” He looked confused. Poor boy. My finger trailed down from his lips. Brushing his nipple. He shivered, bringing a cruel smile to my lips. Further down. Over his stomach. Lower. Tracing the back of my fingers around his groin. Rewarded with a stirring from his dick. Rubbing his dick now. He signed and leaned his head against my chest. I could feel him giving me little kisses. My fingers strayed to his ass. That ass bound by those pants just a bit too tight. That succulent ass that had been the source of so many fantasies recently. I caressed his beautiful ass and he moaned against my chest. My roaming hands moved to unbuckle his belt and then push his pants and underwear down. His pants were tight enough that they caught at his thighs but that was far enough for my purposes. My hands returned to his ass. Rubbing gently into his crack. Wet. Slick. Warm cum still dripping from his hole. Dan’s cum, I realized. I turned my assistant around to face the sink, and bent him over the counter. I dropped to my knees and looked at that ass. His ass was as beautiful naked as it was when he was walking around the office in his tight pants. Firm cheeks, hairless, blemish free. It was an ass that begged for attention. My fingers gripped his cheeks and split them. I wedged my hand into his crack and rubbed the side of my hand against his hungry pucker. I leaned closer and gave his crack a little lick, savouring the flavor of Dan’s cum. Closer. Licking the tight but spasming hole. My tongue pushing in. His ass squirming, trying to push back against me, wanting to be filled. He tasted so sweet. Clean except for a little sweat and a generous helping of cum. My tongue curled and pushed inside him. Wanting to savour this most private part of him. Wanting to satisfy every horny fantasy he had been giving me recently. And I knew that, for the second time in two days, I was going to get my dick inside an ass. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop to my knees. My hard dick was aching to get it’s own taste of this hole. I stood, removing my pants and tossing them aside, then placed my hard dick against Calvin’s crack and rubbed up and down. 
“Yeah… fuck me, Stephen.” “I’ve been craving this ass. Watching you parade around the office in those tight pants, showing off your ass.” 
“I knew you wanted it.” He sounded calm now, despite the breathiness of his voice. “I could feel you watching me. I started wearing tighter pants just for you. Just to get you all horned up.” My spit and the remains of Dan’s cum had left Calvin’s hole juicy and ready for a fuck. “Here it comes then. Here comes what we both want.” My fingers nudged the top of my dick. Pushing it down, Bringing the tip in line with Calvin’s wet rosebud. I pushed forward and the tip of my dick sank into his manhole. I held his hips and pushed forward. I wanted to be in him. All the way. I wanted to feel my balls rest against his ass. I wanted to own him, to play out every fantasy, “That’s so good, Calvin. Your hole feels so good.” I gave his ass a little slap. “Yeah? You like that? Give me what you got, boss.” And I started sawing in and out. His ass was everything I had hoped it would be. It was tight but he was no virgin…but I guess I knew that from the cum he had dripping from his hole. He certainly knew how to work his hole around a cock, to milk it. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. “I’m going to cum, Calvin. I’m going to cum in your hole.” “Give it to me Stephen. Give me your load.” He grunted as my dick prodded his prostate. My balls were tightening, My breath was ragged. My heart was racing. My balls slapping against his ass. And then I was cumming. My cum deep in my assistant’s chute. I shuddered as my dick spasmed. Again. And Again. And again… At last I was spent, my dick starting to soften, and I slowly pulled out of Calvin’s hole. My cum dripping down his crack and balls. I gave him a quick lick and enjoyed the taste of my own load. I wanted to fuck him again, to feel him around me, under me. To give him another load. Then I heard the outer door to the men’s room open. Calvin was still bent over the sink but looked up. Then the inner bathroom door opened and four men walked into the room.