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Part Two We were a few minutes into Fortnite and I could see him start to relax. “So baseball huh?” He nodded as he fired, “Shortstop.” “Nice, that's a tough position to play.” He shrugged as he killed a player, “I'm not bad.” “So you have to be super popular right?” He shrugged again, “I gotta a lot of friends.” “Girlfriends?” He looked over and smiled at me, “A few.” I wasn't surprised but I made a big deal about it, “Dude, you a player?” “I like keeping my options open,” he said taking another hit, “How much pussy you get?” I lifted my shirt to show my abs and grinned, “Dude I'm starting attacker, I'm beating them off with a stick.” He gazed at my torso and then looked away, “Nice abs.” “Lemme see yours.” He looked at me with a loopy smile and pulled his shirt off. God damn I was right, this kid was perfect. He had nice pecs and a fucking eight pack with deep, defined cuts. His nipples were dark, quarter sized and begging to be bitten. “Jesus dude,” I exclaimed truthfully, “Can I touch?” He nodded and I ran my fingers up his abs and then to his pecs. He closed his eyes for a moment and I knew the joint was kicking in. I tweaked his nipple and his eyes flew open as he gasped. “Don't man! They're super fucking sensitive.” “Oh really?” I said with an evil smile. He nodded and I could see the unfocused gaze in his eyes, “Yeah....my girl knows I'll do anything once they start getting tweaked.” He was feeling no pain. “Anything?” I said reaching out and giving them a twist. He let out a moan and tried to swat my hands away, “Come on man...” His eyes were barely open and his hand just fell to his side. “You said anything...” I said pinching them again. He whimpered and I saw him stick his chest out, just begging for more. “Come on man...” he whined. I leaned in and licked one and he gasped, “What the...” I nibbled on it and he moaned and his protests fell flat. I moved over to the other nipple and he just kept making noises that might have been words but I wasn't sure. I went back to tweaking them with my hands as I moved up and nibbled on his neck. He threw his head back and stopped fighting it. I moved up to his ear and he squealed a little. “What are you...” he slurred as pressed my mouth to his. At first nothing, he just laid there but as I moved a hand over his crotch he responded with a moan, which allowed me slip my tongue in. His cock started to harden in his shorts and as it did he began to kiss back. I don't even think he knew what was going on any more, he was just enjoying it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, his cock got bigger and bigger under my touch until it seemed massive. I broke the kiss and opened his shorts, he was just lying there, drool at the corner of his mouth. “Lift your hips up Sammy,” I said pulling them down. Like a good little boy he raised his ass as I slipped his shorts and boxer briefs down. A fucking man's cock slipped free and slapped his abs with a solid thud. I looked on with amazement, this high school kid had a cock bigger than mine! It was easily nine inches and too thick to wrap my hand around, I know because it was the first thing I did. “Ohhh....” he moaned, eyes still closed, as I stroked the length of him. Jesus Christ he was hot. His pubes were trimmed neat and I could see his balls were smooth as a baby's bottom. He had a deep tan line that told me he had spent most of the summer in nothing but swimming shorts. “Jesus you're fucking huge,” I said out loud. He smiled and nodded, “It's a family thing...” he muttered. “Your brothers are hung too?” With slurred speech he said “Parker family tradition...” and then trailed off. I leaned down and licked the huge purple head and he groaned and thrust into my mouth. “Yeah....suck my cock...” He had no idea who he was talking to...he just wanted to feel good. I could make him feel good. His cock filled my mouth as I tried to go down as far as possible. His hands weakly gripped the sides of my head as he tried to face fuck me. He was a leaker, a steady flow of precum filled my mouth as I worshiped this kid's horse cock. He got into it, bucking his hips like a bronco as my tongue tried to swirl around his shaft. I let it slip out of my mouth and the wet slap of his cock against his shredded abs was as erotic as fuck. I licked the underside for a while and then moved down to his balls. They were bigger than fucking eggs so I took one in my mouth and swirled it around. He moaned ever louder as I relished the smooth skin. I moved to the other and he was just crying out in pleasure and I slathered him with my spit. He was in heaven and didn't give a fuck who I was. Grabbing the sides of his muscular thighs I pulled them apart and leaned him back some, exposing that perfect baseball ass. I don't know if you've ever fucked a baseball player but let me inform you, they have the best asses. Hard, tight melons of pure muscle with just enough meat to jiggle. I loved baseball players and knew I was going to take my time with this ass. I licked under his balls and his moans stopped. As I moved down and assaulted his perineum he let out a low growl that told me I was the first one to do this to him. He tried to grab my head but I was leaning him back farther and farther in the bean bag, exposing his ass to the air. Spreading his cheeks I could see hit tight little pink hole looking back at me, dying to be broken. As I started licking around the outside he let out a lustful, “What are you doooooing to me?” As I got closer to his hole I could see his pucker tighten up, a reflex that most straight men had. I pushed my tongue into the center and felt the resistance stop me. “No...no don't...” he panted, his words slurring badly. Reaching up I tweaked his nipples and he let out an excited chirp and his hole opened in reflex. And my tongue dove in. There was aborted squeak from him as I pushed my way into his virgin ass. His hole was fighting the feelings he was experiencing, it would clench shut and then open fully, allowing me deeper entrance, which caused him to resist again. We fought like this for about a minute before he let out a sigh and his hole relaxed completely. My whole tongue violated his ass and he let out a moan of complete pleasure. He wasn't the first start jock I had tongue fucked, now that he stopped fighting me I need him to want it, crave it. I don't want to brag but I had a pretty talented tongue. The girls and guys I had eaten out had complimented my on the length and strength of my tongue and from the sounds little Sammy was making he was enjoying it too. He had moved from fighting to allowing to actually pushing back into the invader as I pushed his legs apart wider to get just a quarter inch more access. He was babbling mess, this fucking pretty straight jock was begging me to tongue fuck him blindly and we had just started. I stopped and lowered his legs and he gave me a panicked look for a moment until he felt my finger push into him. His mouth opened in shock and I leaned in and kissed him hard. Again I don't think he even knew what was happening, that I was a guy or anything. All he knew was pleasure so he went with it. The walls of his ass fluttered around my finger as he kissed me back. I could hear the sloshing from my spit and slid a second finger into him. He moaned into my mouth as I pushed deeper into him, looking for the key to our next adventure. My fingertip moved over his prostate and his ass clenched as his tongue went nuts in my mouth. I stopped kissing him as I started to just pound his joy button with my hands. “W-what....no....ohmygod...what are you....oh harder...” I smiled as he went from concerned to shocked to rapture in a moment of seconds. I slid my fingers out and said, “Push out...” I shoved three into him and he stopped breathing as his ass tried to cope with the girth. He looked like he was going to complain when I rubbed two fingers over his spot and he just relaxed and practically purred. “Yeah...oh....yeah there....” he panted as I drilled him hard. His huge cock was spitting precum all over his abs as it twitched every time I hit him. He was too out of it to stroke himself off, he was just delirious with all the new sensation he was feeling. Once I felt no resistance at all from three fingers I knew it was time. I slipped my shorts off with one hand as I kept finger fucking him. My cock was bobbing in front of me, begging for some fun. I slowly removed my fingers and he hissed and then let out a plaintive moan. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed some lotion and slathered up my cock. “You like that?” I asked, moving over him. He gave me a stupid smile and he nodded. I raised his ass again and pressed my cock to his hole. “This is going to feel even better,” I said as I lowered his ass. He slowly pressed down onto my cock, the head cresting at his tight, little opening. “Wait...wait...” he said panicked. His eyes were wide open and he was clawing at my chest, “Wait...no....what are you...” I gripped his cock and started to stroke him which caused him to moan and lose concentration for a moment. The head of my cock popped into him and he gasped as I just stayed still. “No...no...you're....don't...you're in me...” he whined. I kept stroking him as I tweaked his left nipple. His eyes closed and he just groaned as he slid another inch down my cock. “Uhhh....” he whimpered as he kept sliding further down on my cock. I felt his ass cheeks hit my pubes and I knew I was balls deep in this kid. “W-wait...” he pleaded as I pulled slowly back. Instead of answering I just trust forward. He grunted and then let out a sultry moan as his cock twitched. I pulled back again and waited before thrusting into him. Again he grunted and then sighed, and I knew I was hitting him where I needed to. I began to piston into him and he began to moan, his head thrashing back and forth. I made sure to push up with my end thrust, making sure the head of my dick hit him squarely where it counted. His cock was rock hard as I began to fuck him hard, his hands that had been on my chest trying to stop me moved to my shoulders as he hung on. I spread his long legs and just went for it as he began to just whimper with each push. “W-w-hhhattt....” he asked as his cock bobbed back and forth. “You like that Sammy? You like that cock?” He shook his head as I slammed him again and again, he was saying no but his cock was begging for more. I grabbed his ankles and spread him wishbone style as I began to lay into him hard. His perfect little body was covered with a sheen of sweat as his eyes rolled back into his head and just accepted his fucking like a good boy. I really gave it to him for a few minutes, no words, no variety, just a plain old fashioned fucking. This was the next part about harvesting a straight jock's cherry, repetition. After about five minutes I stopped and pulled out of him. He gasped as my head plopped out of his former virgin hole and he looked at me confused. I moved over to the other beanbag and then pulled him over, his ass over my cock. “Come on Sammy, you know you want it.” He looked conflicted as his pucker touched the tip of my cock. “Come on...you can do it...” He closed his eyes and slowly lowered himself onto my cock. The look of radiance on his face as he felt me enter him almost made me cum right there. He bit his lower lip as I he bottomed out on me. He sa ton my cock and opened his eyes to look at me. “Good boy...” I said putting my hands on his hips. I raised him up some and he moaned as I let him go, falling on my cock. I did this about a dozen times before I could feel him helping me. Slowly I lessened my grip and watched as this little baseball jock began to fuck himself on my cock. “You like that Sammy?” I asked as he bounced up and down. He nodded as he slammed down hard onto me, each time that donkey dick spurting a little more precum. “Tell me you want it Sammy, tell me what you want....” He was silent as kept fucking himself so I stopped him and his eyes flew open and locked with mine. “Tell me what you want.” You could see the conflict on his face so I pushed into him. His eyes closed and he moaned and I stopped. “What do you want?” “Fuuuck mee....” he pleaded, the last dregs of his resistance vanishing. I pushed up into him and pulled him closer as I began to bunny fuck him hard. His arms went around me as he geld on for dear life. My cock was smashing his guts everywhere and from the whimpers coming from him it was everything he hadn't know he wanted. I could feel him pushing down onto me as I pushed up, our hips slapping loudly as we both got into it. He was out of it, he didn't care of he was straight or gay or whatever. He was too fucked up to know anything but pleasure and he wanted more of it. And I was ready to give it to him. After a few I tossed him off my cock and told him to get on all fours. He assumed the position and looked back at me like an eager puppy. I grabbed the back of his sweat matted hair and rode him for all it was worth. He was begging me after a minute or so, I mean what could I do but give the boy what he wanted. I watched the muscles in his back roll as he reached under himself and started stroking his big cock. “You like that cock Sammy? You like that cock in you?” “Yea..yeah....fuck me....fuck me harder....” he said between strokes. Grabbing his neck I pulled him up and began to nibble on his ear as I fucked him. He whined as he fisted his cock for all it was worth. I applied pressure and cut off his air as he got closer. If he knew he was without air he didn't show it, all he did was stroke faster and push back onto me like his life depended on it. I heard an aborted choke from him as his ass tightened around my dick. Letting go of his throat his cock exploded with cum. Ropes and ropes of teen cum painted my floor as he convulsed around my hard cock, feeling his first fuck in all it's entirety. After about four shots he whimpered as his cock kept flowing, his ass tight as a vice. My cock began to pulse and I knew I was about to breed his jock boy good. I pushed all the way into him and whispered into his ear, “Take my load boy, fucking feel me shoot into your pussy.” As I began to cum he moaned, it was a combination of shame and lust as a part of his mind realized what he was doing while the other part of him loved every second of it. He passed out on my cock, his body spent from his first violation. About an hour later his brothers came looking for him and found him asleep on my bed as I played Fortnite. “I think he drank too much,” I said smiling, “He just passed out.” John rolled his eyes, “Typical Sammy, talks a good game but is a little bitch in the end.” He reached down and picked his little brother up, “Thanks for looking out for him man.” I gave him a wink, “My pleasure man, he's a cool kid.” They both nodded and left, leaving me with a satisfied smile. And a desire for more....much, much more.

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.

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.

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."

Oliver stretched and glanced about the room as the dawn light shone through the window. Max was still sound asleep, his semi erect cock just begging for another quick trip inside the boys warm hole. "in a minute" Oliver thought, his thirst for water overcoming his thirst for cock as he hopped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. "Hungry?" Trey smiled from the kitchen table at he poured a bowl of cereal. "mmh, not really, just thirsty. wheres doug?" Oliver gladly welcomed the glass of ice water from Trey and gulped it down. "still in bed i think, but the best part of hims still in me" The two boys snickered. "Is max up yet?" Dougs warm voice filled the room as he stepped into the kitchen half-dressed. "no, hes still asleep. He doesnt really like to fuck i dont think..." Oliver furrowed his brow. "nonsense Ollie" doug gently guided the boys face to his bobbing cock, and watched as Oliver began to suck away. "max just hasnt had the luxury of such a nice boy pussy. im sure if you give him a few more tries he'll come around." "mmhmm" Oliver slurped around the thick tool, pumping and sucking just as Doug had taught him. "Theres a good boy, drink it all down" Doug gripped Olivers head and pushed his cock into the boys throat. "I should probably get going..." Oliver gasped, tonguing the last of Dougs thick spunk from his fingertips as the older man stepped toward the two boys. "going where?" Trey wondered aloud. "you can hang out here as long as you want. Sometimes doug sends friends over for a quick fuck too." Trey leaned back in the kitchen chair and sighed. "I kind of have a headache, i dunno" Oliver grumbled as he scanned the room for any sign of his clothing. "My goodness I must have forgotten! Arms out boys its time for your medicine." Doug diligently pulled an opaque case from the ktichen cupboard and began mixing away. "I get a little headache sometimes too ollie, but Dougs medicine always does the trick!" Trey smiled assuringly at the boy as he stood next to him. "like this" he coached, extending Olivers thin wrist and producing his arm for doug. "Theres my boys, First things first, vitamins." Doug slowly pushed half the contents of the estrogen laced syringe into Treys firm ass cheek. "there we go. Im a little short on these so we're going to share today ollie" Doug pulled the needle from Trey and before anyone could protest, dumped the rest into Oliver. Keeping the boys skin soft and hairless was certainly a bonus, but the estrogen also helped the boys focus on their holes, making them more docile and reducing their once appreciable manhood to something more appropriate for the two cockthirsty sissies. Big cocks go inside pretty boy pussies, and Doug aimed to keep it that way. Filling the syringe once again Doug watched as Trey finished tying the two off. "Are you full of Max's cum ollie?" the boy nodded eagerly, watching as doug slowly slid the needle into him. "spread" he commanded, and Oliver opened his legs for dougs thick finger to enter him without protest. Sliding in and out a few times, doug pulled his slick finger to his face and licked it clean. "good. Im worried Max isnt getting the kind of sex he needs." Doug pushed the cocktail of drugs into the waiting boy and returned the needle to refill it. "he needs to know just how succulent a boys hole can be, no condoms, just the warm wet hole." Doug slid the needle into Trey and emptied it. "ok boys, one...two...three." Trey watched as Doug released the plastic tubing from each boys arm, reducing them to a cacophany of gasps, grunts, and heavy petting. "there we go. Feels good?" Doug grinned as he watched the boys finger eachother hungrily. "Say, why dont you two make Max a little breakfast in bed? Ive got a little bottle of organic OJ, his favorite. Ive gotta be getting into the office." "max" Oliver huffed. The only big cock left in the house to scratch the newfound itch inside him. "You two boys be good and share" Doug chimed as he walked out the door.

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.

Just had a first stop at Pleasureisland Museum in Elkhart, IN and I had a great time. I was there an hour and swallowed 5 loads. A couple pics.

Part 3: Bred As Master led me down the hallway my nerves were going crazy from excitement. My heart raced at the thought that I was going to be fucked. As we entered his bedroom I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This just wasn't a bedroom. But a small dungeon. He had so many devices, everything that money could buy. Master secured me to a sawhorse he had in the middle of the room. Then he undressed himself and came and stood in front of me. Omg his cock was huge. He told me to open my mouth and as I did he slid his cock in. I had trouble at first because he was so big. Apparently he was in no hurry because he slowly fucked my mouth with my spit and slobber coating his cock. If I gagged he would just pull back a little and then start again. After fucking my mouth for quite awhile, Master pulled out and got behind me. He applied some lube on his fingers and then applied lube to my ass. Master then slowly started easing a finger up my ass. The lube helped him ease his finger inside and before long it felt amazing. After a couple of minutes Master pulled his finger out and I whimpered. He then applied more lube and then eased two fingers in my ass. A little bit of pain but manageable this time. After about a minute my ass adjusted and Master fucked my hole with two fingers inside me. Again it felt amazing. After about five minutes Master pulled out and I whimpered again. Again Master applied more lube to my ass and his fingers and with a little resistance he put three fingers inside my ass. Some pain but after a couple of minutes it went away and Master started fucking my ass with three fingers. I was really enjoying the feeling when all of a sudden he applied more lube and without taking his fingers out he pushed a fourth finger in my ass. The pain this time was starting to get to me. So as Master is finger fucking my ass he reached down and started rubbing my penis. This definitely helped because soon I was shaking from the orgasm building up inside. But before I reached my climax, Master pulled his fingers out of my ass and applied more lube to my ass and this time his cock. He slowly pushed his huge cock inside and lucky for me he was experienced with virgins because there was no pain. Only pleasure. He allowed my hole to get used to his cock which didn't take long. Once I was completely relaxed Master started fucking my ass. He took his time and before I realized it my orgasm had built up and I came. As my orgasm hit Master stopped fucking me until it was finished. Once I calmed down Master started fucking me again. It didn't feel like my penis was hard because I was enjoying getting fucked so much. After a few more minutes fucking my ass Master pulled out and untied me from the sawhorse. I thought we were done. But apparently we were not. Master then led me to another part of the room and secured my hands to rope hanging from the ceiling. He then secured my legs to the floor as well. He then got behind me and held my waist as he slipped his cock back into my ass. As he fucked me without mercy he sank his teeth into my neck and gave me the biggest hickey I've ever seen. He even drew a little blood from my neck. After nearly fifteen minutes standing and getting fucked without mercy, Master untied me again. This time he put me on my back on his bed and had me put my legs in the air. He learned over me and pushed his cock back into my ass. He bent down and started kissing me and in this position within a few minutes he was getting ready to cum. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he fucked me like a girl. Right before he cum he stopped kissing me and whispered in my ear he was HIV positive and I was going to be impregnated with his babies. Most people would freak out. I didn't. I looked him in the eyes as he got ready to cum and said impregnate me Master. With that he let go and flooded me with his cum. He pumped six huge loads up my ass before he went soft. I kept my legs up trying to make sure his speed took. I spent all weekend with him doing nothing but fucking raw. Two weeks later and I was pregnant. I'm still with Master and since then have been castrated. I serve him along with many of his friends. My life has never been better.

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.

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.

dick is my friend .. 😆

I love the blindfold cause it shows men that I am such a dirty slutty fucking whore that I literally let ANYONE fuck me up the ass bareback and blow their loads inside me. a blindfold shows everyone that I have absolutely no standards and I clearly have no pride and no shame and probably have no self respect because I make fucking me bareback worthless by taking absolutely anyones load no questions asked. lt shows what a cockhungry, cumthirsty faggot I am and tells the men watching that I have been fucked by hundreds and hundreds of strangers and that they don't have to treat me like a person cause I am a fucktoy. at best I am a human fleshlight for men who fuck me like trash

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.

PART THREE Ian returned, and, for a brief moment, Kace's mind was wiped clean of all worries. Why? Well... Let's just say having your boyfriend strut next to you in a pink tank top, barefoot, in short shorts with... Was that a Speedo? Peeking out underneath the denim is the sort of thing that commands one's attention. Now Ian didn't look sexy in shorts in the typical masculine fashion. Most men wear tight shorts for one reason and one reason only: showing off what's packing in the downstairs region. Here, what it demonstrated was the lack thereof. At a modest five inches, Ian's bulge was a squint-and-you'll-miss-it sort of affair. Mind you, there was still more than enough bulging and bursting to go around. Only, in this case, it was facing posterior, not anterior, buttocks jiggling with the boy's every step. “Woah, you're looking-” Alas, as the good Sir Isaac Newton dictates, every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction. Normally, Kace was the one to fill the masculine void left behind by Ian's rather... Feminine (to say the least), build and mannerisms. But he wasn't in the shoot. Which left the void to be filled. And the 'filling' arrived not ten seconds later, clad in a blue button-up shirt, a deliberately dishevelled grey tie, and brown pants that, for a second, Kace mistook for bare legs. As for Ian's lack of 'junk in the front,' DeMarquis more than made up for it. “Good...” “Thanks,” DeMarquis replied, either not knowing or not caring that the remark was directed at Ian. “Hey,” Jonathan said, giving Kace a quick nudge in the ribs. “Maybe I do got a job for you after all!” “What?” “Fluffer! HAHA...Ha...Huh?” He trailed off. He might not have known the brunette as well as the blonde, but nobody needed spend much time around Kace to pick up on his sense of humour. A joke like that should've been right up the guy's alley. “Well..” Jonathan continued, unsure how to proceed. “Ian! DeMarquis! Let's do a quick plot rundown before we get going! Client insisted on using film, so I'm gonna be damned sure neither of you waste an inch of it!” He joked, though that film really had cost him a pretty penny. The men (minus Kace) huddled together, briefly skimming the 'plot.' “A young, innocent twink wants to spend summer break in a rustic rental cabin in the middle of a peaceful nowhere. Only one problem. He's young. Young=student. Student=flat broke.” “Don't I know it,” Ian laughed, DeMarquis nodding as he reflected on his own memories of being that age. Meanwhile, all Kace could do was continue in his pitiful attempts to join the circle. Unintentional or otherwise, DeMarquis's mass acted like a wall, any crossing of which was downright impossible. “So, how in God's name is he renting out a place like this? Easy. A roommate. A roommate so generous in fact, that he's covering 70 percent of the bill! An attractive young college kid, an older, no offence DeMarquis...” “Heh. It's true.” “Gentleman, the situation is obvious. Except to our innocent twink. Frankly, he's baffled at the generosity, but tonight, he's going to get to the 'bottom' of it. The scene starts-” “Wait,” Ian interrupted, reaction slowed slightly from the alcohol. “This shoot... I didn't agree to sex or-” “Don't you worry,” Jonathan laughed. “The last shot, DeMarquis has you pinned to the couch. Like I said on the phone, you won’t be wearing anything... Except underwear” “I thought you meant-” Ian’s interruption was itself interrupted by Jonathan’s deep laugh. “You thought I meant-! Hah! I forgot they don’t teach humour in university. No, today’s shoot is filled with all the ' unbridled naughtiness' of a PG-13 movie.” This, in DeMarquis's opinion, was the perfect opportunity for a joke. Being one for physical comedy, he grabbed Ian, twirling him to the wall where he leaned over the thin boy in an exaggerated, comedic fashion, taking the extra step to plant a foot on the fake logs to fully complete the parody of a romantic pose. He looked to Jonathan, arching an eyebrow and smiling like a smug kid on April Fool's day. Much like Kace, this guy was clearly the class clown. “Like this?” “Yea! If you want me to write you on every blacklist known to man.” “I think..” DeMarquis replied, expression turning to a full on smirk as he glanced towards his dark hand. “I already am.” “You know what I meant! Just... Just get on with it, already!” “Whatever, you say, Jonny-boy, whatever you say...” As he turned back to Ian, however, DeMarquis suddenly felt a lot less like laughing. To describe Ian's surprised baby blues as 'Bambi eyes' would've been an understatement most unacceptable. The boy stood startled, what little muscle tone he had tensed, mouth slightly open from shock, just enough to see those pearly white teeth, soft, pink lips... For a moment, DeMarquis forgot all about this being a 'joke.' He found himself pulled closer, a giant, muscular puppet on invisible strings. So close now, he smelt the liquor on Ian's breath, so close- “Hello? I'd like to complete this shoot SOMETIME in my lifetime, guys!” And, just like that, the moment was over, leaving both Ian and DeMarquis questioning whether or not it ever really happened. “Twink. Couch. Older Gentleman. Bar. Now move it.” “Whatever you say, Mom,” Ian laughed, strolling leisurely to the sofa. It warranted a chuckle from DeMarquis (who was currently in the process of mixing another berry themed drink, this time a Bangin' Blueberry Lemonade), even managing to coax a reluctant sigh of amusement from Jonathan. Kace, on the other hand... Well, the issue wasn't that he didn't find it funny. In fact, that was the problem. Making those sorts of jokes... That was his, Kace's, job! Ian... He didn't say things like that. Not sober, anyways. And there was DeMarquis. Prepping yet more liquor. “Alright. So, first shot, I need both of you, okay? DeMarquis, you're bringing over the drinks. Ian, you're looking over your shoulder, waiting. You're curious. The Older Gentlemen said he wanted to talk about something with you. Oh, and Ian?” “Yes?” “Stop sitting like you've got a stick up your ass.” That, my friends, was Ian's one modelling weakness. No matter what Jonathan said, what coaching he provided, he could never truly get the pretty young man to truly relax. Though his face and body were born for the camera, his reserved, shy, even, temperament was not, making all his shoots look a little forced, a little stiff, a little... Off. But, as was said before, the rest of him was practically sculpted for the job, disguising most of what his performance lacked. But, it was frustrating. Had it not been for a single flaw, Jonathan would've had the next star model on his hands. “Sorry, sorry,” Ian said, relaxing his posture as best he could. “Okay, great. Three, two, one, and-” FLASH! “Got it!” “AH!” Ian shuddered at the flash, shielding his eyes out of instinct (not that the alcohol helped any). “Ian! Ian, Ian, Ian... What's with you today?” Kace took a deep breath, ready to jump to his boyfriend's defence, when- “Chill,” DeMarquis intervened. “Kid's not used to flash cameras, are you boy?” “No...” Ian replied, somewhat embarrassed. “Shoulda warned him,” DeMarquis continued. “We're old. That's how cameras worked in our day, so we're used to it. Can't expect him to be. “Speak for yourself,” Jonathan huffed, despite being at least twenty years DeMarquis's senior. “Ian, you good? Not going to jump out of your skin this time?” “I'll try my best!” The shoot went (relatively) without a hitch for the next half hour or so, save for Ian's occasional coughing jag when the liquor used was just a touch too strong for his sensitive throat (as such, they'd switched to Bailey's Irish Creme in hot chocolate, a drink most appropriate for the rustic setting). He'd managed to stop 'jumping out of his skin,' as Jonathan put it, at the lights, but there was still something disorienting about the constant flashing. And he never could quite get his bearings, as the moment Ian managed to pull himself from the daze of the last shot, there'd be another blinding white light, sending him straight back to square one. Not to mention the hot stage lights, and the stuffy set, and DeMarquis with just a hint of his muscled chest peeking out from under that shirt, and- Wait. What was that thought again? Ian barely had time to analyze it when-FLASH! And it was forgotten again. Kace, meanwhile, was just counting down the seconds. So far, other than the revealing clothes and, shall we say, revealing, angles at which the photos were taken, the shoot had stayed, for the most part, pretty PG, and, despite how he knew it inevitability ended, he hoped it would remain that way up until the last picture. But, oh, what is the saying? All good things must come to an end? Whatever the phrase, Kace was about to learn just how true it held. “Alright guys, warm-ups over. DeMar-” “Wait,” Kace interrupted, shifting in his uncomfortable wooden chair. “Warm-up?” “Erm...” Jonathan mumbled. “We did go over the plan with you, didn't we?” “Yes but I mean... The way you said that man, I dunno... Guess it kind of rubs me the wrong way. You make it sound like-” “You've been dating Ian a long time, haven't you?” “Yea, going on like, three? Years, I think. Why do you-” “Because,” Jonathan chuckled, pushing a heavy exhale through his nose. “You're starting to become more of a worrywart than he is.” “I... Fine,” Kace stammered, reluctantly shutting up. He wanted to argue further but... What was there to say? “Okay!” Jonathan said, switching back to his 'director' voice as he turned to the two models. “Ian. You- I mean, your character, is starting to feel just a wee bit tipsy. It's getting a bit harder to concentrate and/or see 'straight,'” He continued, wordplay flying over Ian's semi-inebriated head. “But, you're trying to stay focused, because the Older Gentleman has finally, after many, many drinks, promised to tell you his true reason for taking you in. What you don't know is that he's a physical talker.” Of course, Kace didn't like the sound of that! But the next seven words would make his heart drop altogether. “DeMarquis. Slide your hand down Ian's thigh.” That was it. “ALRIGHT!” Kace shouted, slapping his hands as he rose from his seat, back turned to the scene. “That's enough. You're making Ian uncomfortable. He's too nice to say anything, but I'm not.” “Boy... Are you sure it's not you who's getting uncomfortable?” Jonathan asked, neck craning to look at something over Kace's shoulder. “Excuse me? I know my boyfriend better than...” Kace stopped as he followed the photographer's gaze to its source. As he'd expected, DeMarquis didn't need to be told twice to lay his oversized paws on Kace's boyfriend. But Ian... Ian looked relaxed, something he never was on a shoot. More than that, he... He was smiling! Kace's head spun in search of a rationalization. This wasn't Ian, he, he- “Ian, you're drunk. C'mon, I'm taking you back to the BnB.” The scantily clad boy opened his mouth, Kace cutting him off before he could object about costing the pair of them money (for Kace saw no other reason why Ian would even consider protesting). “Forget the paycheck. I'm not gonna put you through this, you're more important than a couple thousand bucks. We'll find another way.” “But-” “No buts. I know you want to do this for me, which is why I can't-” Kace stopped. Froze altogether. Why? Because of what Ian, reasonable, level-headed Ian did next. He giggled. Ian NEVER giggled. Oh, he laughed, and chuckled, even let out a snort or two on a rare occasion. But to giggle... It was so out of character, it made the hair on the back of Kace's neck stand on end. Unbeknownst to him, the sound elicited the same physical reaction from DeMarquis, but for very different reasons. “Kaaace. Chill-la... Oh, what's that word?” “Chillax,” DeMarquis finished, squeezing Ian's thigh as he did so. “Ian, you, you...” “Okay, so MAYBE I'm a little buzzed,” Ian replied, blinking rapidly until the glaze faded from his eyes. “But I'm alright.” To demonstrate, he outstretched a hand, tapping his nose three times. Though definitely shaky, each one landed where it was supposed to. “See? Sober. S-O-B-E-R,” Ian grinned, mimicking his boyfriend's own protests from a few nights back. So maybe he wasn't totally sloshed. But this was bad. This was really, REALLY bad. You see, Kace, being the more alcohol-savvy of the couple, knew something Ian didn't. Drinks don't hit all at once. They take a while to fully absorb into the system. It had only been thirty minutes. If Ian was this 'buzzed' already... where the hell would he be in another ten? On the set posing, Jonathan hoped. In the year or so they'd been shooting, this was hands down Ian's best shoot yet, and they weren't even halfway through! Somehow, by some miracle, the boy finally 'pulled the stick out,' as it were. Beautiful, calm, and in character, Ian, for once, was the full package (minus, of course, the 'package' package). And as much as Jonathan liked Kace as a friend, he wasn't going to throw away what was shaping up to be the session of a career for one overprotective boyfriend. “Kace,” Jonathan groaned, pulling the young man to the side. “If you can't stop your knickers from getting in a twist, you can always wait outside.” “But-” “No. No buts. My rule is, if the folks in front of the camera feel uncomfortable, we stop, pronto. Are you in front of my camera, kid?” “No...” “So, I'm going to say this in the bluntest way possible. Kace; put up, or shut up.” Now, Kace had a choice. A choice where, no matter what he chose, the answer would be the same: bad. He couldn't stand by and let a couple perverse, no, predatory, old guys take advantage of his sweet Ian! But... He wouldn't leave Ian to handle it by himself. Kace's silence was all the answer Jonathan needed. Satisfied, he put himself back in the photographer/director mindframe, turning to his models, and.... Well... To put it tastefully, they'd 'taken initiative' on their own, DeMarquis not only gripping, but massaging Ian's thigh by the time Jonathan laid eyes on them. Were... Were they doing that the whole time he'd been talking? He was going to tell them they only had to do that stuff for the camera. The keyword? WAS. For, the more Jonathan looked (perhaps watching a little too long than is typical), the more he appreciated the natural-ness of the shot. DeMarquis, channelling the entirety of his powerful energy into a simple, sensual motion. Ian, blue eyes twinkling, lips trembling, teeth showing (barely), all signs that, at any second, the little twink would bust out into laughter., or some other, more... suggestive, form of utterance. It was as if the two were in a trance. Wake them up, Jonathan thought, and threaten to lose the picture forever. So, finger on the button, Jonathan pressed and- Things were getting a bit out of hand, at least, for Ian anyway. He'd been alright when DeMarquis first touched him, but now? Those thick, black fingers were moving a bit too close to the crotch for comfort. And the look in the other man's eyes.... Ian knew they were supposed to be playing roles, but it didn't look like DeMarquis was playing, so much as 'being.' Ian's lips parted, about to protest, when- FLASH! Oh God... It was so bright... What.. What had he been about to say? The blinding white light combined with that last Bailey's Irish Creme (As he was a tad less sober than he'd led his boyfriend to believe) made holding onto a clear idea feel akin to trying to hold a fistful of water. FLASH! Another one! Rendered sightless by, of all things, light, Kace, Ian, and Jonathan all failed to notice the hand creeping ever-closer to the groin of the young man's shorts. Hell, caught up in the heat of the moment (both figuratively and literally, the hot lamps forming the first beads of sweat, which rolled freely down his bald head), it was more than likely that not even DeMarquis knew what he was doing! That was, until- FLASH! “A-Ah!” Perhaps it was the grip on his (currently) flaccid cock, the denim of his shorts and sleek Speedo material adding texture to an already pleasurable squeezing sensation. Perhaps he was merely overwhelmed by the light. But, reasons don't matter as much as results now, do they? And the result here was Ian letting loose the sweetest (and first) little moan Kace had ever heard come from his boyfriend's mouth. Ian never made noises like that! Not for you, anyway, a biting thought hissed in the corner of Kace's mind. Ian locked eyes, pupils constricted from the camera and eyes glassy from the booze, with his boyfriend's. Was he about to explain? Apologize? Ask to leave? Kace never got to find out. “Great one guys, great one!” Jonathan boomed. He might as well have put a gag in Ian's mouth, Kace thought! His fist curled, clenched tighter with every word the photographer spoke. Though his physical strength was great, DeMarquis's mental resolve was something else entirely. Let's just say, he earned the stereotype as a bit of a hiring risk among more commercial modelling studios for a reason. He'd promised himself he'd be more careful in the business... After all, the last time he let rash urges overtake him, the man paid a dear, dear price. But... He hadn't come prepared for a kid like this. The last time he'd modelled with someone so boyishly beautiful, why, DeMarquis had been little more than a boy himself! Needless to say, relinquishing his grip on Ian's small, uncut (with his years of his experience, he could tell whether or not someone was circumcised through their clothing) member was no easy task. And, he realized, he didn't know if he'd be able to give it up at all next time. “Alright!” Jonathan clapped, camera swinging freely by his chest as he mumbled, skimming the next part of the 'story.' “Now! 'Young Twink.'” Ian didn't respond. He had better things to focus on. Like the minuscule droplets of sweat decorating DeMarquis face in a pattern of clear, shimmering beads. How the light shone through them... Just like in those bottled water commercials, beautiful, clean.... Quenching. Ian couldn't help but lick his lips. The liquor (alcohol being dehydrating) left him parched. It... It looked so- “Ian! Earth to Ian, do you read me?” “Huh? What?” “Did you-” Jonathan glanced to DeMarquis, who wore a similar startled expression. “Did EITHER of you hear what I just said?” “Erm...” No. They hadn't. But Kace had. That was why (and, had Ian been less focused on the sweat of a virtual stranger, he'd've noticed) he stood trembling in a delicious blend of fear and anger. “Jon, I don't know if-” He'd expected Jonathan to bite his head off like last time. Instead, the man simply sighed. “Look,” He said. “I get it. This is a bit more out there than the stuff your boyfriend usually does, and-” “A bit?” “Okay, a lot. And if he wants to call it quits, I'm cool with that. But don't you think he should at least know what it is I'm asking first?” The second after the encounter ended, Kace's mind flooded with thoughts of everything he should've said instead. 'Uh, I think the issue is, I don't know, THAT HE'S TOO DRUNK TO HAVE HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME?' or even just a simple 'no.' Maybe if he had the following events would've never transpired as they did. Alas, Kace hesitated but a second too long. And that, my friends, made all the difference. “Okay guys. This isn't rocket science. I'm only going over this one more time.” Ian giggled. Kace shivered with dread. DeMarquis shivered with something else entirely. “The 'Young Twink' is starting to get a bit tipsy. Older Gentleman, you notice this, and decide it's time to loosen things up a little. How? Well, Young Twink's tank top has got to go! Problem? Like I said, he's tipsy. You're a gentleman, so naturally, you offer to help.” Did... Did Jonathan really have to get THAT into it? Some would call him a passionate director. Kace was about ready to call him a grade-A twit, despite the fact that, to any outside observer, he ticked all the boxes of safe, sane, and consensual. “For the shot, I want Young Twink's stomach partly visible. He'll be fully topless in the next picture, but we need some suspense, so don't go tearing stuff off just yet. Now...” The photographer sighed, looking more to Kace than the two men he was addressing. He cleared his throat, adopting a formal tone for his next question. “Ian, DeMarquis. Do each of you individually consent to today's shoot?” Ian spoke his approval, meanwhile, all DeMarquis did was nod. It was all he needed to get the point across, and right then he wanted to peel something besides red tape. “And, on behalf of our, ahem, independent third party,” He continued, cocking his head towards Kace. “Is anyone here consenting out of threat, anxiety, pressure, or other means by which could fall under coercion?” This was Ian's way out! Before he'd simply been too polite, too nervous to say anything! All he needed was a clear opportunity, and Kace was sure he'd- “Yes.” Oh thank Heavens. “I'm being held at gunpoint. By terrorists. In tutus.” Kace's heart dropped. A joke like that... Ian was definitely drunk. Jonathan wouldn't realize, DeMarquis wouldn't (if he even cared in the first place) realize, only Kace, who'd been at his boyfriend's side day and night since they were teens, could tell that he was far too intoxicated to consent. But what was he to do? It wasn't like they had a Breathaylzer test in there, and Ian wasn't slurring those words Kace knew would never come from his mouth sober. “Oh, yea, don't worry. There's an exception in the contract for all tutu-wearing terrorist related encounters. We're good to go.” And, as if Kace's heart hadn't had enough already, Ian's last word would truly skewer it. “Great!”

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.

I strongly believe that any LGBTQI2S+ person that supports Trump is acting against their own interest, as well as the interest of the whole country. Trump is a bigot. Trump is a terrible leader. Trump is corrupt. Trump is a fascist. We have an obligation to oppose Trump and to shame his supporters.

It was getting dark when I pulled into the car park by the playing field. There were very few people about and one or two other cars. I got out and went through the trees to the old, brick public toilet on the far side. It was run down and dirty and the only visitors were guys like me, looking for sex. I had been introduced to the place by a friend a couple of weeks previously. It was really sleazy, and the guys who went there were mainly older and not particular about hygiene. I stepped in through the dark doorway, my nostrils immediately filled with the rank smell of piss, poppers and sweat and I felt the hairs stand up on my neck. It was much darker inside and I felt rather than saw a number of men around me. I stepped up to the pale urinal, pulled out my stiffening cck and waited, my heart thumping in my chest. They moved in on me, a dry, horny hand feeling my hard-on and another feeling my arse through my jeans. A bottle was pressed to my nose at the same time as a warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned as the poppers kicked in, my legs turning to jelly and my will-power evaporating. Someone started to try and kiss me, rough bearded face and fat lips slobbering over mine. His tongue slid into my mouth as another mouth sucked my cock. I gasped with excitement and lust, even as my mind was repelled by the thought of what I was doing and the terrible, terrible risks I was running. I felt hands on my belt. The guy sucking me pulled my trousers open and dragged them down, followed by my underwear. I felt the cool air on my naked backside as I stood there with my clothes around my ankles beng kissed, sucked and fondled by god knows what kind of ugly trolls. The bottle was held to my nose again. This time they held my head, forcing me to breathe deep until my head was spinning and I had to hold onto someone o stand up. "Yeah", said a dry, throaty voice " he's gettin' into it now. Oh yeah, we got a live one here." My head was pulled forward and down and a thick, sweaty cock slid into my mouth. It tasted so good and the poppers were so srong I just started sucking greedily on it, the hairy, fat beely pressed against my nose. "Fuck 'um," commanded the voice, adding "Here's some lube." I felt fingers between my chceeks and something cold and slippery being smeared on my arsehole. I started to panic, this was getting too heavy, but it also felt soo good, soo dirty. I felt hands on my hips and a man's cock probed my arse. I reached back and grabbed it. No condom. He was going in bareback! He slapped my hands away and carried on pushing forward. I felt the meaty head slide into me. There was still time to stop this. I could just push them away and go, but still it felt soo good, sooo dirty. Again poppers were offered to me, and this time I took the brown bottle and inhaled greedily, thinking to myself 'Oh my god - I'm going to let him'. Then his cock burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a delicious rush. I bent over, holding on to the thighs of the man in front of me as I was fucked, my mind screaming at me to stop even as I pushed back to meet his urgent thrusts. "Come on, fuck him!" called-out a voice. " Shoot up him," said another, adding "he wants it bad." Oh my god, I'm going to let him. I knew I should stop now, but I was going to let him. "Here it comes, bitch!" The guy pushed his flabby belly hard against mt arse and I felt his cock thrb in me. I was horrified, afraid, excited and disgsted as he slowed, stopped, then pulled out his greasy cock and I felt his cum trickle over my balls. I stood up, panting for breath, aware of myself as never before and suddenly I knew what I wanted. I saw several pairs of eyes glittering in the dark around me and with a shudder of surrender I turned, bent over and spread my cheeks the tears of joy in my eayes as the next cock slid up me.

I've been so horned up for cum in my ass for a long time. It's been hard to hook up and get a load. Most guys just want to talk online, but when it comes to actually hooking up they're no shows. Stopped in at my park and ride today. There was a fit older guy that I've seen here before. About 5 ft 8 in, buzz cut, decent looks. He walked back into the woods so I followed. Walked up to him about 50 yards back into the woods. His cock was out and rock hard. He asked what I was into and I said,"I like to suck cock and get fucked." He replied that that was good for him. So I started sucking his cock. I whipped out the Popper's bottle and started hitting it. He was appreciative of my cock sucking. He then asked if he could fuck me. I just turned around and offered him my ass. He squatted down and started eating my ass. It was so hot. So beautiful. Loved feeling of tongue on my hole. Then he stood up slid his hard cock up and down my crack while I hit the poppers. I begged him to breed me. He slid his cock up into me and started just pounding away. Long hard strokes. Fast strokes. Slow strokes. And then he said he was going to come. I just told him to breed me, breed me deep and he did. He shot his cum deep into my hole. And as he was pulling out he was still dribbling come. Now I'm sitting in my car with my ass slick with come. I'm hoping I've got another cock before I have to go home to the hubby.

I just took a load from a big fat cock in a mall restroom. he messaged me to "meet me in that restroom stall I fucked you in last time faggot. be naked and have your pussy lubed. when I knock on the door get on your knees and open it." I did it, he walked in and spit in my face and I went right for his zipper. said "suck my cock faggot" I pulled out his cock, sucked him the rest of the way hard then I stood up and bent over the toilet with my hands against the wall and he shoved his cock in me and fucked me HARD for 5 minutes, then blew his load in me LOUDLY saying "take my load you whore" for a mall restroom lol. he pulled out and said "clean me" so I sucked him clean then sat naked on the toilet while he zipped up then hocked a huge spit in my face and left, swinging the door wide open so 2 random men saw me naked on the toilet with a face full of spit before I closed it.

I have never done porn films. Anyone remember a film called "Dangerous" from the 70s? There was a scene where a Daddy type business man was sucking through a GH and eventually backed onto a cock of a fit young bartender through the hole. I wanted to be a bottom filmed in a proper old block of toilets, sucking in a suit and getting fucked with my trousers round my ankles. Dream on DT lol

2 poz men last night. Three others no questions asked. Ready for more

At work. A married discreet guy with a huge cock hit me up on Sniffies. I was pleasantly surprised when he arrived, he is a handsome black man who has muscular built, in his well ironed shirts from work. We started out in doggy, as he turned me over and switched to missionary. He looked into my eyes most of the time and touched my body gently as we fucked, something that I found "straight " men do a lot. I kept sniffing the poppers as it got more and more intense until he came. Before he left, he asked if I was clean. Funny how he didn't ask anything before and just went ahead barebacking me. He later thanked me on Sniffies when he reached home. A white daddy with an average cock came over later. I sucked him at the entrance of my work, with door opened. Then we proceeded to a room for fucking. My hole was loosen up so much by the first guy that his cock just slided in and out freely. He fucked me for quite a while but couldn't cum due to how loose my hole was.

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

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

Hmm. I think it's a few things. Just the use of my hole. His dick hitting my prostate inside. Makes me leak tons of precum. Also have cum that way too. Fucking incredible. I also like when he pulls all the way out and rams back in. Uses my hole hard. But I think the most is that moment right before he cums. The anticipation. Seeing his face. His whole body has only one goal now. His orgasm. And knowing he is shooting his hot seed inside me. Breeding me. Sharing his DNA. Bonding us.

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.

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."

Bent over the fuck tree on Hampstead heath a few nights ago by a lot of raw daddy dick, Including one pierced guy who ripped me open

Sadly early this years precovid at club 80 down In Melbourne on nud night! Happen to be the last night this year I took more than 1 cock .. hopefully soon get to be used in a group fuck again just want be blindfolded, bound , and used by as many tops as possible !

[think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/verbal-tall-ginger-daddy-knocks-up-my-brown-pussy-44906851 Exactly as the title suggests! Verbal and nasty and HOT as fuck!

The pig will out - part 2 When I got home, I panicked about what I'd done and the fact that I had unprotected sex with strangers I couldn't even see. I swore to keep away from that place and for a couple of weeks I was a good boy. I was very stressed in case I came down with the fuck 'flu, but after a couple of weeks it kinda receded into the background, and I found myself really horny and felt the need for sex really bad. One night, almost without thinking, I found myself in the car next to the playing field, almost as if my body needed to breed and was taking over my rational mind, even as my rational mind was saying 'Oh, you've done it once and everything is okay. You can do it again and get away with it.' I got out of the car and went over to the old public toilet. It seemed pretty quiet, but when I stepped inside it was full of bodies, and the darkness was full of the smells of sweat, piss and spunk. Immediately, hands reached for my body, grabbing the bulge in my jeans and pulling at my belt. Dry, urgent whispered voices, surrounded me as guys pulled off my tee shirt and dragged my trousers and underwear down. "Fuck, yeah, nice body," someone breathed. "Gonna get fucked tonight, boy?" whispered another, as a wet mouth engulfed my cock. I stepped out of my clothing and stood naked in the darkness, which seemed to excite the crowd of men around me, who jostled each other to suck my cock, explore my arse, and plunge their tongues into my mouth. Poppers were thrust under my nose, and in the chemical rush, two thoughts crossed my mind, first, that the guys were barely men, they were more like demons in the darkness, wanting to spread their seed and damning anyone who came into their clutches, and second, how incredibly excited I was at the extent of my depravity. "Get 'im bent over!" someone said with an evil chuckle, "Fuck the bitch." I was pulled firmly into the rear of the toilet and shoved into a cubicle. I couldn't see virtually anything, but apparently a man was already sitting on the pan and I positioned so his fat, stiffening cock was against my mouth. I felt his fingers separate my lips, and his cock slid into my mouth. Eager fingers were spreading my arse and I felt the familiar cold, slippery lube being applied. The man seated on the pan bent low and stuck a bottle of poppers under my nose, hissing "Well now, what have we here? Dirty little bitch," adding a laugh that sounded like dry leaves on a pavement. I felt hands holding me open and then the first cock began to force itself into me, the head widening my hole, and then slipping into me with a rush. I groaned as I was fucked, holding onto the thighs of the man sitting before me, while I greedily sucked on his cock. Then I heard the man in my arse grunting, and felt his cock throb as he came. He withdrew his cock roughly, and someone else's rough finger was thrust into me, who briefly explored my hole, and then excitedly asked "Oh yeah, he's wet. Who's next?" A thick, slimey cock slid up me, and a huge belly rested on my back as a fat troll got in the saddle and began to fuck my arse. After two or three minutes, his thrusts became more urgent, and then he pushed hard against me and groaned loudly as he shot his spunk into my dripping hole. Suddenly, a lighter flared as the man seated on the toilet lit a cigarette, even as I kept sucking his cock. I managed to catch a glimpse of his thin, wasted face, his sunken cheeks and the sores around the mouth. The man's eyes, however, were his most striking feature. They seemed to suggest they were as old as time and utterly pitiless in the intensity with which he bored into my soul. "Welcome to the brotherhood," he grinned, as his cock began to spurt in my mouth, adding "Dirty seed for a dirty boy!" I knew then I was lost forever....

Fucked mate BB in bar toilets. We were kissing in bar but went separately to toilets, fucked in cubicle , cum up his arse, come out hot, sweaty, sent back to seats in bar, continued drinking 🙂

They know you're easy to fuck because you dress like a tranny faggot bitch and a fem boi hooker

I think you’re mischaracterizing his argument.

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.

I prefer Wheaton's Law: Don't be a dick.

Not a hole. Several holes.

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.

I’m with you on not caring about looks. It makes you feel truly like a hole and a cumdump.

You'll become focused on your hole for your primary sexual pleasure, which presumably is what you want. If you're lucky, and/or he's talented in how he fucks you, you'll orgasm from the prostate stimulation through your rectum. It's something you'll learn through experience. Hopefully he's really horny and will fuck you several times a day, so you can learn faster how to get off from the stimulation of his cock fucking your hole. Hope you enjoy it! Are your nipples "connected" to your hole now? If not, they probably will be, after he locks you up. You could start working on that, before he locks you up....

That's one way to explain the medicine he is going to inject.

as he pulled into the driveway jake saw his boyfriends truck, and his heart crashed through his chest. until now everything was manageable, something he could explain and something that could be forgiven and absolved. but the past few days had been such a massive change. "im poz now, Lucas would leave me in a heartbeat if he found out.." minutes ticked by as Jake formulated his ruminations into explanations and slowly exited the vehicle toward the apartment. How do you even begin to describe Seth? he was...almost unholy. Seth lived to fuck. he had honed his body into a virulent poz beast, something no reasonable gay man could ever deny. everything from his plump lips to his thick as and silky smooth hole begged innocent men to cum to their hearts content. Seth was a friend so long as he could manage to make you give up the cum in your balls. There wasnt a minute Jake could even recall that the devious bottom wasnt leaking. his thick cunt lips always seemed to glisten with a load. Seth converted boys based on the time of day. he didnt care about consent. Lucas jumped ravenously into Jakes arms. "We need to fuck" he commanded. "this weeks been miserable and ive missed that great big tool." lucas gripped Jakes eager cock. He had spent the entire weekend blasting poz loads, and now Lucas wanted it too. slowly moving to the bedroom the two boys shed their clothes until Lucas made it to the bed. turning around to face Jake, he slid his boxers off and crawled onto the mattress, presenting his tight latin hole. Jakes general response was to slide on a condom and work it up the hungry bottoms cunt, but something was different. Jake eased his hands around the tight ass and knelt down, tonguing the pretty brown hole. Jake had become far more intimate with a boys pussy in the last few days, and contented himself slurping and chewing the little pucker between his lips. he remembered spraying load after load into seth, how good the boys thick ass felt on his cock as it drained his seed. And mikeys puffy cunt was simply heavenly to cum into, watching his shaft pulse and the boys hole flex against his pumping prick. Jake had to have it again. he needed to feel the hole. "put it in me jake" Lucas commanded. It was a moment of truth. Jake reached into the bowl of condoms on the nightstand as his cock bobbed in front of the boys shimmering hole. As he stared at the condom he paused. it would be so easy. Lucas was his usual self, face down in the pillow and ready to receive. all jake had to do was just not put it on. jake bit the wrapper between his teeth and ripped the packaging open, staring down at the inviting cunt below him. As best he tried, all he could remember was Seths warm soft hole. holes were a hot wet treat for him now, and a condom seemed almost comical as he thumbed the boys moist hole. Seth had trained him to always cum inside, and Jake now found the idea undeniable. Jake pumped a blob of lube into his hand and began moistening his bare cock. "are you ready? Lucas prodded, eager to get the boys covered cock into his hole. "yeah" jake panted hungrily as he gently set the condom behind him. "im all ready baby" Jake rested his cockhead on the boys smooth latin hole. "take me inside" he commanded. Obediently the boy flexed his hips and began driving obliviously against the bare cock, taking jakes head inside. "oh god jake it feels so good" lucas groaned, mindlessly inviting the boys thick shaft into his hole. "yeah" jake panted as he watched his boyfriend gobble his newly cristened poz tool. "keep going baby, all the way in. I want you to cum on my prick" he hissed. Lucas was only too eager to oblige as he pounded his cunt on the boys tool. Jake watched himself piston in and out of the tight hot boy, blissfully unaware of the poz precum oozing into his body. Jake reached down to stroke the boys prick as it flopped against his stomach in rhythm to the deep thrusts from his hips. Just a little more and Jake would unload inside the boy. "Jake youre gonna make me cum!" Lucas pleaded as the boy continued to slam his bare cock into the dripping hole. "thats the way baby cum on the nice big dick" in a flash, Lucas reached back to feel the boys full balls and the secret was revealed. Jake felt better than ever because he was barebacking him. "Jake jesus christ no! nnnnghhh put a condom on!!" Lucas squirmed about on the bed as Jake held his hips in one hand, and the boys drooling cock in the other. "baby were so close, dont fight." Jake pounded his thick fuckmeat harder into the moaning boy, diminishing his resolve as the big dick tantalized and pleasured the boy. "jaaaake please. Stop. we need a condom." Lucas moaned, "no baby we need to cum, just relax and cum with me youll see. Ill make it feel so good baby i promise" Jake stroked lucas faster as he felt his balls tighten. "Jake please, im gonna cum!" Lucas groaned as the first jet oozed from the boys throbbing cockhead. "ah yeah thats right baby milk the big cock with your hole" Jake pushed into the boy once more as his balls pumped his sticky poz seed into the pulsing little hole. The boys laid together panting, lucas still full of Jakes leaking cock. Suddenly Lucas rolled over. "i cant believe you did that" he spat, storming out of the room as jake smiled happily, watching a few slick lines of his cum oozing down the boys leg as he left. Seth was right, Jake craved nothing more than a raw pussy now.

Saturday night the bf and i went to a friend's birthday party. He grabbed my ass and dragged me to a spare bedroom where we stripped down while making out before he put me on all 4's to fuck me. A couple guys opened the door to peek inside and ended up dropping their shorts so i could suck them. When the bf unloaded in me he invited them to breed my ass. When they were done the birthday boy walked in the now open door and quickly had his pants down and his cock inside me. By the time the party ended i had had 8 different cocks in me and 11 loads. My bf gave me another load when we got back to his place 🙂

Chubby old fart like me even managed to get bred.

Truvada & Descovy have little to no interactions with other medications or conditions (except HepB) Good Luck

My fantasy would be to be tag teamed by Austin Wolf and Rocco Steele. And Peto Coast or one of EricViceo's French guys showing up while they're going at it 😉

Marc Short- you are some kind of FINE!!! Your descriptions have given me a very, very nice mental visual! My cock is enjoying it as well!