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Part Four We settled in and smoked it up. I kept watching Sammy carefully, after a a couple of minutes I could see the goofy grin on his face. I put my joint down and moved over to the couch he was on, “You ok?” He looked at me with unfocused eyes and nodded. I took the joint from his hand and put it down, “It's hot in here isn't it?” “Yeah kinda...” he slurred. “Let's get this shirt off them.” He sat there as I took his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. God there was that chest again. This boy had no idea how hot he was. I reached down and tweaked one of his nipples and he instantly responded. “Yeah you like that don't you Sammy?” He nodded and I leaned in to nibble at the other one. “Oh fuck...” he moaned as I alternated between the two of them, driving the kid nuts. When I stopped his face was flushed and he stared at me with naked lust. I leaned in and kissed him hard and was instantly met with his tongue. He was into this, big time. I moved to his neck and he just threw his head back, giving me full access. He was grinding under me as I assaulted him with my mouth in every possible. After he was worked up I moved back “Take off your shorts.” It was important that he did this himself. He was here voluntary but I needed him to fully commit to this. I need him to do this of his own free will, so next time we didn't need the pretense of the joint. His hands fumbled at his waist for a few seconds and then he pulled them down, boxers and all in one go. His cock was already hard, jutting out looking like a fucking baseball bat. “Jesus fuck,” Josh exclaimed, “That's massive.” “Yeah, all the Parkers have a big dick, don't they Sammy?” He nodded with a smile, “We are blessed...” “How big are your brothers?” Josh asked with a hunger. “John is way bigger...” he said with a dreamy tone in his voice, “Eli isn't as big as me,” and he covered his mouth as he laughed. “Move,” Josh said dropping to his knees as he began to worship Sammy's monster cock. “Oh fuck yeah...” Sammy exclaimed, grabbing the sides of Josh's head, guiding him down. I heard Josh gag a little and the grin on Sammy's face told me he was used to that. I shucked my sweats off and climbed on tot he couch. My dick was now eye level with Sammy and he looked over at it blankly. “Open up.” He didn't move and I grabbed his head and moved it towards his face, “Suck my fucking cock.” My cockhead pressed against his lips and for a few seconds nothing happened. And then I felt his tongue swirl around the head and finally I entered his mouth. It wasn't anything great, it was obvious the boy had never had a dick in his mouth before. “Cover your teeth,” I demanded, smacking the top of his head, “Use your tongue more.” With every order he responded until our little high school jock was sucking dick like a pro. I guided his head like he had done to Josh and I could tell he was getting into it by the way his tongue kept doing laps around my shaft. Josh on the other hand was in hog heaven with the kid's fuckpole. He held the bottom with one hand and licked the top half like an ice cream cone. “Josh, start rimming him,” I said. Josh looked up at me and his pupils were huge, he was way into this kid's cock for sure. “Start prepping him.” John nodded and raised Sammy's leg up a little to get access to his ass. As soon as Josh penetrated him I could tell from the was Sammy moaned around my cock. I stood over Sammy's chest, my cock still in his mouth. His head was all the way back as he choked on my cock as he was getting rimmed. There was something primal about two college guys just using this high school jock for our own pleasure. On the surface Sammy looked like the perfect all American boy, but here he was with a cock in his mouth and a tongue up his ass. It was more than just debasing the kid, it was like I was fucking the entire neighborhood at once. “Relax your throat,” I told him as I stopped pistoning and slowly pressed my cock down his throat. He began to gag and I said, “Breathe through your nose, just relax your throat like you're going to swallow.” He stopped struggling and I could feel my head touch the back of his throat. Slowly I shoved my cock down, feeling this baseball boy deep throat his first cock. I pulled it back and could see the tears in his eyes from effort and I smiled, “Good boy, so good.” I cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him, which he responded to instantly. We made out for a good while as Josh kept loosening his ass up for the main attraction. I pulled back and looked at him, “You ready to get fucked?” His looked half eager and half terrified but he nodded slowly. I climbed down off the couch and tapped Josh on the head, “We're ready.” He came up for air, huge smile on his face, “This kid is fucking hot!” “Tell me about it,” I pulled Sammy to his feet and then took his place on the couch. “Come on champ, you know what you want.” Sammy moved to sit on me, expecting me to do the work. “Grab my cock, line it up.” I ordered, again making this his decision, not mine. I felt his hand grab my dick and then move it into place. I felt that tight, little hole and looked him dead in the eyes. “You know what you want.” Slowly he began to lower himself onto my cock, his eyes closing and a small whimper escaping his mouth. Inch by inch my cock sank into him, all of it done by him as I didn't move a muscle. Finally I felt his ass settle on my lap which meant he took my whole cock willingly. “Good boy,” I said kindly, stroking his hair, “You ok?” He nodded, and I kissed him again. Like any puppy it was important to give positive reinforcement for good behavior. He kissed me back and I could feel his ass squirm against me. “You ready?” He nodded. “Go for it.” He pulled himself up and I felt my dick move in that impossibly tight ass. As he slid back down he let out a hearty moan and threw his head back in delight. Again he lifted himself and then slammed down harder. By the fifth he was really going for it. On the sixth I pushed my hips up when he came down. The effect was instant as he let out a loud, “Fuck!!” and his cock let out a hefty spurt of precum. I grabbed his waist and started moving this kid around like a fucking sock puppet on my dick. He was wild, head thrashing from side to side as he called out, begging me to fuck him harder. This kid may have been straight last week but since then he had discovered he had a hungry pussy that needed to be fed all of that didn't matter anymore. Josh had his phone out and was capturing the moment in all it's glory I smiled and gave a thumbs up to the camera and Josh panned around to show Sammy's face. “You like that Sammy? You like getting fucked?” “Oh yeah, oh yeah....harder....fuck me harder....: he panted. Josh gave a thumbs up saying he had caught it and I knew Sammy was ours for life now. “You like that cock?” I asked and Sammy nodded, sweat flying off his matted hair. “You like getting fucked don't you kiddo?” “Yeah....love it....harder...more....” I looked over his shoulder to Josh, “You heard the boy, he wants more.” It took Josh a moment to figure it out and once he did the gin on his face was pure evil. “Hand me his joint,” I asked. I took the joint as Josh lit it and put it in Sammy's mouth, “Big drag buddy, come on, hit it like a real man.” Sammy took a four second drag and then swallowed it, coughing a few times after. The effect was instantaneous, he let out a strained, “Whoa...” and he became wobbly on top of me. I handed the joint back to Josh and gestured for him to get behind Sammy. “Ok, you good? You like that?” He nodded blankly, his eyes focused on nothing. “Do it man,” I said to Josh. I felt Josh's cock press next to mine and then slowly push into our little baseball boy. “Wha...” Sammy exclaimed slurring his words, “Wha you guys....nooooooo!” Josh cock pushed into the already tight hole and Sammy didn't know how to process it. “Wai...wait....” he panted, “No not...oh fuck...not this....” Josh's cock next to mine felt incredible as he pushed all the way into Sammy. We both stayed still as the jock's ass fluttered around our cocks, trying desperately to adjust. “Come on Sammy...” I said cooing, “You wanted more.” I pulled him up and he let out a plaintive moan all the way, “No....tooo much....: I let him go and he slowly slid down our cocks, “Fffuuucccckkk.....” he hissed as he bottomed out again. I raised him a few inches and let him go again and the noises began to change. “Yeah, see....you know what you need,” I said pulling him up again, “You need your pussy filled.” This time I slammed down and his eyes flew open as he tried to steady himself on my shoulder, “FUCK!” he screamed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck...” he exclaimed as I began to bounce him up and down a few inches faster. Josh was nibbling on the back of his neck as he both fucked him, trying to overwhelm the boy with as much pleasure as we could. I kept pulling him up farther each time until he was moving up and down nearly the entire length of our dicks. “Oh yeah...yeah....oh god...” he huffed, giving up the fight, his head slumping down onto mine. Now we really went at it. We both forced our way up into him as hard we he could and each time he would whimper and moan as he took it. His ass was adjusting to the girth and the pain must have lessened be cause I could feel Sammy pushing back slightly after about two minutes. “Oh you like that Sammy?” He didn't answer or raise his head, but he was pushing back all the same. “Yeah Sammy likes his pussy smashed doesn't he?” As I talked to him his pushes became harder. “Come on Sammy, tell me you want more...beg for me.” He didn't say anything so I stopped moving him. “Forget it Josh, he doesn't want it.” Josh began to pull out and Sammy's head came flying up, “No! NO I like it...please...” He was pushing back, trying to push Josh's cock back into him. Josh responded by slamming into him and Sammy let out a low growl. “You want us to fuck your pussy?” “Yeah...fuck me...fuck me...” he begged. “Fuck your pussy?” He hesitated. “I ain't a fag Sammy, I only fuck pussy....don't you have a pussy?” He looked confused and I looked at Josh, “Fuck it, let's roll.” Josh pulled out again and Sammy started to panic. “Yes, I have a pussy! Fuck my pussy...hard....come on please....fuck me!!” I smiled and said, “Good boy, “ and kissed him again as Josh thrust into him. Now Sammy was riding our cocks willingly, his hands on my shoulders and using his strength to pull himself up and then meeting our hips as he trust into him. Watching the muscles in his torso work as he desperately fucked himself was so fucking erotic. “Yeah Sammy likes this...” I said taking a hole of that monster between his legs, “Why did god give you such a big dick...” I pulled him down hard making his scream, “When you have such a fuckable pussy!” “Fuck my pussy...harder...yeah harder...faster...” he demanded as I stroked his cock. “What would your brothers do if they caught you riding our cocks Sammy?” He let out a moan and I could feel his cock throb in my hand from the thought. “You think your brothers have hungry pussys too? You think the Parker brothers want to get fucked?” He didn't say anything but his moves became more frantic as he got off on the image. “You wanna see us fuck your brothers Sammy? You want that?” He looked up with a hunger in his eyes and said, “Yeah...fuck them...fuck them hard....” I felt his cock jerk and knew he was about to blow. “You wanna fuck your brothers Sammy?” He let out a “FUCK!!” that must have been heard across the neighborhood as he unloaded on my chest. Wave after wave of cum exploded out of his monster dick, his ass clenching bring me and Josh to the edge. “I'm gonna cum,” Josh said panting. “ME too.....so close...” We began fucking him harder and Sammy squealed like a pig as he assaulted his already sensitive prostate. “Yeah gonna fuck your brother Sammy....gonna slam them hard....” He was just speaking gibberish now as his cock kept trying to shoot. “Fucking breed this kid,” I roared as I let loose into his guts. Josh was right behind me and we filled this little high school jock with enough cum to impregnate a dozen girls. We both stayed still as we shot load after load into him, the whole time Sammy begging for something... Josh let out a sigh and pulled out of the now wrecked ass. Sammy was on my chest, like a tired puppy from a long day of play. “You like that Sammy?” I asked him, pulling his face up for a kiss. He gave me a smile and then kissed me passionately. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

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.

Part Five I put Sammy in my bed and went back downstairs to finish my breakfast. Josh was chillin, loading up a game of COD on the TV. “Told you he was hot,” I said sitting down. “Fuck yeah, can you believe the cock on that kid?” he let out an appreciative sigh and started his game. After about an hour I saw Sammy come downstairs, dressed with his sneakers in his hand, making a beeline for the front door. “Whoa there, where you going?” “Gotta go!” he said starting to run. “Sure thing, let me know how your brothers like the video.” He froze. I played the video Josh took of him riding my cock and his head fell. “Come over and sit down.” He dropped his shoes and sat down on the other couch. I played the video again, “So you understand the situation right?” “I just wanna go home,” he pleaded. “Come over here,” I said patting the seat next to me. He sighed and plopped down. “I don't want to send this,” I told him, “This is for you to sit here and listen. When I'm done, I'll delete it and you can go.” “You're lying.” I held up two fingers, “Scout's honor.” He relaxed a little, “So talk.” I put the phone down, “Ok look, you're freaked out about all this, I get that.” “I'm not gay,” he said quickly. I laughed, “Dude this isn't about gay or straight, no one said it was.” He made a face, “Then what is it about?” I put my arm around him, “It's about power.” He was listening. “It's about power and control. Some people want it, some people like to give it. I took control of you, and you liked it. That doesn't make you gay, it makes you...” I leaned in to kiss him, “It makes you mine.” Our lips touched and I could feel him respond. “Look, I like you kid, that's the truth. I would love nothing more than to just use you until you cry, and I will, but I saw you earlier, and I'm thinking there is more to you.” “More what?” he asked. “More,” I said nuzzling his neck. He sighed and let me and I almost started to go at this kid again, but I was making a point. “Look, let's set out the ground rules. You're mine, period. That isn't in question, got it?” He nodded, looking nervous as he was eager. “So just because you're under me, doesn't mean you're under everyone,” I nibbled on his ear lobe, “You just need to find your place.” He let a small moan out, “What place?” “Look, you're the youngest, no one listens to you, you're always last to matter right?” He nodded. “Your brothers pay you no mind and you just have to go along with whatever right?” Another nod. “Don't you want to change that?” “Sure, but how?” I smiled, “Power and control.” He gave me a small smile. “Look, you have the cock of a god, a perfect body, you have all the marking of an alpha, you just need to learn how to be one.” “How do I do that?” he asked, a little hunger in his voice. “Learn to control people.” “Like my brothers?” “Not yet, that's gonna be a larger job, but I told you. Some people like to be in control...” I looked over at Josh, “Some people like to give it.” “Him?” he asked. So far we had been talking to low for Josh to hear and he was so caught up in his game he didn't care. “He wants your cock bad, like super bad. Walk over there, make him suck it and then fuck the shit out of him.” “Now?” Sammy asked, fear creeping into his voice. “I'll be here guiding you, this is your first step into becoming something more. Take it.” He watched Josh play for a while, who knows what going through that pretty head of his. “So I just walk over and tell him to suck me off?” I chuckled, “First thing you need to do is walk over and assert dominance.” “How?” I grabbed his crotch, “This, this is going to be all the dominance you need until you learn how to do it yourself. Trust me, most guys will buckle just seeing this monster.” “All the girls that have seen it say it's too big.” “There's no such thing as too big for guys. We just see it as a challenge, and most guys see a bigger dick as a sign of hierarchy. Bigger the cock, bigger the status.” You could see from his face he was getting into this. “Walk over there, tell him what you want and show him why he needs to listen to your commands.” He nodded, “And you'll be here the whole time?” I nodded, “I wanna see my puppy feed his bitch a bone.” He took a deep breath and then got up, walking over towards Josh. Here we go!

It was late and Jon had yet to cum, he just rubbed his shriveled-up dick and moaned. I text a cock sucker down the street that I use often to come and suck his dick and went in and gave Jon a shot of Trimix in his penis and soon his dick would be a full mast. Zack a cute 26 year old with sandy brown hair and a thin body and the greatest mouth let himself in and found Jon, he picked up his dick still not hard but it was leaking and he licked and sucked him and sucked on his dick and soon had Jon worked to full erection. He sucked him for ten minutes and Jon fired off a huge load down Zack’s mouth and Zach pulled off and smiled after swallowing. Zach went back to sucking and within five minutes he shot off another load. Zack slide off his short and lubed up his hole and then grabbed Jon’s dick and lubed it up and soon Zack was on the bed and sliding down on Jon’s dick and he rode him for 15 minutes and Jon shot yet another load in him. Zack leaned down and kissed Jon and then rode him some more hoping to get another load out of him but Jon was spent and after another 20 minutes Zack jacked his dick and shot all over Jon’s chest while he rode Jon till he sank all the way down on Jon’s dick as he caught his breath. Zack pulled off and went to the bathroom to clean up and then got dressed and left. I hit up Andy and asked him if he wanted Jon for the weekend or longer. I did not hear back from for an hour by that time I had Jon showed and dressed and I was going to drop him off in front of his apartment. Andy emailed back and asked if he should come pick him up? I want him for as long as I can have him, Andy wrote. He had given me his number in a previous email, so I text him and asked for his address to drop off Jon and I headed to the car with Jon. Minutes later I pulled up in front of Andy’s apartment and he came out and I helped Jon into his arms, and he walked him up the stairs and turned to me and said Thank You! I text Andy when I got back to the car that I wanted to hear all about what went on and if turned Jon into his boyfriend. I on the other hand went out in search of my next convert to turn into a pig bottom slut. The special ones like Jon do not come around every night, but I was hopeful another would this weekend. I hit my favorite bare and drank and waited for a young dude worthy to walk in. I spend a few hours playing cat and mouse with some young dudes, but they all seemed to eager and I like it a little lass ready to be a bottom. Jon was just my type. The night ended in a bust, but I did get an email from Andy. I think I love this guy, I fucked him twice already and gave him two loads and invited two more buddies over and they came inside him too. He said, by the way, until he converts, he only gets poz loads. I text him back that he was in good hands and that I hoped he would make a great boyfriend for Jon. He texts back that they are dating, he got Jon to say he loved him in his drugged-up state. Andy went on to tell me he kept him tweaked up and high since I dropped him off. He had a group of ten buddies most of whom had never been on drugs of any kind and recently pozzed up. Few older guys whose drug therapy had failed and were taking a break from meds. He said he kept a steady flow of guys in breeding him and DP his ass and a handful of them, three of the younger guys and two of the older guys loved fisting his ass. I text him back and told him thanks for the update and that I was happy for him. Hard to find a good bottom these days and you generally must train one. Glad I could help you get yours. It reminded me I needed to try to find my next lucky bottom guy so I decided I would head out to a few of my favorite spots and see if any young dumb college boys were hanging around.

Part Three A couple of days passed and no word from the Parkers. I had school and practice so I didn't really care, but I was wondering if little Sammy remembered anything from that night. I hadn't told the guys what I had gotten up to for a few reasons, One, they would have asked a million questions and two, a couple of them would have asked why I hadn't invited them to join. After a long week Josh, a midfielder with blond hair and dangerous eyes, and I were up Saturday morning watching YT and eating breakfast when there was a knock on the door. We looked at each other in confusion since we weren't expecting anyone. I got up to answer and was pleasantly surprised to see Sammy standing there with a huge smile on his face. “Hey!” he said cheerfully, “What you guys up to?” I moved aside to let him in, “Chillin, eating some cereal, you hungry?” “What you got?” he asked heading towards the kitchen. I showed him the half a dozen boxes we had and got him hooked up with a bowl. He sat down with Josh and me and we all ate in silence for awhile. “So what brings you around?” I asked after awhile. “Bored,” he said between bites, “Wanted to see if you guys wanted to get high.” “You holding?” I asked. He pulled a small bag of weed out of his shorts, “All we need are papers and we're gold.” Josh smiled, “I can handle that.” and he got up to go grab some from his room. Once we were alone Sammy looked at me, “I was also wondering if you had any of that rose oil weed left. I liked that shit a lot.” The way he said it made me think he wasn't talking about the weed. “You liked that huh?” I asked with a grin. He nodded, “Yeah, I mean if you wanna.” Yeah, I don't think we were talking about the weed. “Lemme go check,” I said, running upstairs. I caught Josh as he was coming back and stopped him, “Hey man, that kid is looking to get plowed.” “What?” he asked with a glimmer in his eyes. “Last week I got him high and fucked him hard. I think he's back for round two.” “Damn, you fucked him with his brothers downstairs? Legend man!” he fistbumped me. “So you wanna train this kid?” “Fuck yeah!” “Ok, no matter what you do, don't toke off his joint.” Josh gave an evil grin “Oh fuck yeah...I'm in.” I grabbed one of laced joints and a couple normal ones and we headed downstairs. “You grab papers?” Sammy asked. “Your weed is no good here!” I proclaimed, “Here, rose oil special.” I handed him the joint and I could see the slight hesitation on his face. “And one for you Josh,” and I handed him a normal joint. “He likes the rose oil also?” Sammy asked shocked. “Eat it up little man,” Josh said lighting his joint up. “Cool,” Sammy said, a little more relaxed. I reached over and lit his joint and we made eye contact for a moment. “It's cool man, just like before.” He nodded and leaned forward for the flame. He took a long drag and I knew we were in for a party.

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."

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.

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

PART FOUR (FINAL PART) “Great!” Jonathan echoed. “Alright guys, let's see it in three, two, ONE! Good, good! That's... Uhh...” Since he's a little tongue-tied at the moment, I'll tell you; that's not what he expected when he'd laid out the scene directions. Technically, it met all the requirements. Ian's top was part way off, flat tummy showing. The surprise lay more in HOW the end result was achieved. For DeMarquis didn't follow the obvious route of using his hands, those wonderful little things we've evolved just for events like this. Not when there was an option available that would let him get just that much closer to the beautiful little twink. That option? His teeth. “...Good, actually” The photographer said, moving in to get another angle. Okay, so maybe this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. However, being a creative man himself, Jonathan wasn't one to stifle others' creativity. Besides, if he knew his client like he thought he did, he figured they wouldn't be too upset that the actors were playing it a little off the books. In fact, they might be so not upset that they would offer up a sizable tip! FLASH! Careful not to rip the top, DeMarquis moved slowly, peeling the thin fabric centimetre by centimetre up Ian's slim body. Besides, there wasn't any rush. Jonathan wanted multiple shots, DeMarquis wanted to enjoy the moment as long as possible Kace opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted, by Ian, of all people! Though it wasn't really Ian's fault. Between his skin already being so touch-sensitive from the drinks, and the shock of it all, why, it would've been strange if he hadn't yelped when the tip of DeMarquis's nose bumped against his stomach. “AH!” His body tensed, small muscles flexing and tiny bare toes curled. To top it all off, a small strand of saliva hung fast, connecting his upper and lower lip, his mouth spread in a wide 'O.' His eyes were the opposite, crunched shut from surprise. It was the perfect picture. FLASH! And now Jonathan had it. Then came the next question: how far was he going to let this go? “Let's see if you can get it all the way off like that,” He ordered, readjusting the camera's lens. Really though, it wouldn't have mattered if he'd screamed for the men to stop. DeMarquis pulled, tank top rising over Ian's abdomen, then chest, exposing the hairless surface and small, pert, pink nipples which would make most women jealous. Coming up over the neck, shoulders- “-EEP!” They'd almost made it. Alas, liquor isn't exactly known for improving one's coordination. Just as the top was all but peeled off (nearly past the ears), Ian demonstrated that fact, tumbling backwards. Reflexively, he grabbed the nearest object in a last attempt to slow his fall. This 'object?' Well, who do you think? “OOF!” Ian gasped, wind knocked from his svelte form as over two-hundred pounds of man fell atop him full force. As expected, his mouth was open (again). But this time, there was a difference. The large, dripping-with-sweat DeMarquis wasn't beside him. Oh no, now, he was on top. And gravity has itself a wonderful little effect on liquids... Delicious. Before Ian even knew what hit him, he knew whatever it was, was 'delicious.' By the time he realized what it was, it was too late. He'd already swallowed it. And now? He wanted more. With a grip surprisingly strong for a boy of his size, he pulled DeMarquis in by the tie, neck close enough to his mouth that he didn't have to wait more than a few seconds between drips. Of course, it probably helped that DeMarquis was actively leaning in himself, desperate for a taste of the twink's soft, girlish lips (which just-so-happened to match the shade of Ian's nipples perfectly). “Older Gentlemen, shirt off!” Jonathan directed. However, DeMarquis was already to the fifth button before he could get the first word out? So why ask? Out of routine? To keep up the facade of being in control of the shoot? Or was it maybe that he himself had begun getting caught up in the excitement. Up to that point, Kace was stunned silent, watching with flared nostrils and unblinking eyes as DeMarquis, this utter stranger, took advantage of HIS boyfriend! For God's sake, the sweaty pig even had an erection! No, Kace realized, horrified as he saw the THING rise further, straining to stay inside DeMarquis's brown business pants. It wasn't a full erection yet. He was that big... And he wasn't even at half-mast! His clothed crotch ground against Ian's, fine fabric against tight denim and... No. It had infected him! That was the only reason why Ian, Kace's ever-loyal, ever-introverted boyfriend could've possibly responded in the way he did. DeMarquis's sheer size (a contrast that would've been laughable in a less erotic scenario to Ian's five-and-a-half inches at full), forced space between the men, simply so their erections could mingle without discomfort! But, as was stated, Kace was silent throughout the entire display. So why speak up now? I mean, barring full-on penetration, how could things possibly reach such a threshold to shock him BACK OUT of his silence? It wasn't the fact that the pair had turned their kiss french, nor the fact that, due to the incessant grinding motions, Ian's shorts were beginning to slip. No. What caused Kace to scream even louder then his boyfriend's rapidly increasing moans was nothing but a simple, tiny tattoo. The scorpion. The thought of 'infection' suddenly turned far more literal. “NO! STOP! IAN! LOOK AT HIS TATTOO! IAN!” “Ah! Haah! Haa...” Maybe... Maybe Ian hadn't heard! Their pants were below their hips now, and from experience, Kace knew it wouldn't be much longer until the slacks were strewn across the opposite side of the room. But, there was a silver lining! In all their fevered spasming, DeMarquis's stomach had somehow twisted to eye-level with Ian's face. Ian's eyes were shut from what Kace hoped (but highly doubted) was horror. All he needed to do was open his eyes and- “IAN! STOP, LOOK! HE'S POZ! IAN, HE'S POZ!” His boyfriend's baby blues snapped open. Like hitting pause on a remote, everyone froze. Even DeMarquis, wild, starving, DeMarquis pulled back. Slowly, Ian lifted from his supine position. He blinked once or twice, seemingly grounding himself back to reality. Then, he did the unthinkable. He licked the tattoo. Actually, no. That description does the following events an unspeakable disservice. Ian traced his tongue along the three inch scorpion. And when I say traced, I mean, TRACED. Like any good artist, he began his work along the outline, sketching out the entire thing with his own saliva. Next came the colouring. Here, there was no preexisting pattern to follow, since DeMarquis opted against getting the tattoo coloured in. Luckily, Kace wasn't the only creative partner in the relationship! The intricate linework, striping, dotting, finished off with a nip or two, created an invisible design that would've made professionals jealous. It also helped that Ian was in no rush. Oh, his licks were rapid fire, yes, but this wasn't because he was half-assing the job. On the contrary! He was determined to keep going until not a bead of sweat remained. And he'd've done it too, if DeMarquis hadn't begun to grow impatient. Sure, Ian's shorts had been sliding off. But for DeMarquis, it wasn't quick enough. He wanted, no, NEEDED to try out that ass. Its jiggle had captivated him since the moment they'd met. It was time to finally try out the junk in the trunk. Of course, Kace kept begging. And, of course, it was to no avail. The time when he could've reached either of them was long since passed. FLASH! Jonathan... That.. That bastard was still taking pictures! “JON! CALL IT OFF! NOW!” Jonathan... Didn't respond. “JONATHAN! SHUT IT DOWN!” FLASH! It was as if just being around DeMarquis and Ian had dragged the photographer into their little world too. Kace was in a stuffy studio with three other men. And yet, he was utterly alone. He couldn't work up the courage to face DeMarquis. But he could summon enough to grab Jonathan. And Jonathan was sure to remind him of just that. “STOP IT! STOP-” “WHY DON'T YOU STOP IT?” Jonathan hollered back, posture defensive. “MMM! Aaah!” Ian moaned, oblivious to the argument unfolding, his shorts falling away leaving only the thin blue fabric of a Speedo stopping the men's cocks from meeting. DeMarquis wasn;t in the mood for frotting, however, he had other, far more dangerous plans... “That's right; you won't! So let me do my job!” FLASH! He... He was right. Kace's boyfriend was being used, right in front of him, by a carrier of a deadly disease. And he wasn't going to do anything to fight DeMarquis off. Accepting his status as a Grade-A Wimp, Kace turned to the only defence left: damage control. Terrifying as it was to watch Ian tongue DeMarquis's sweat (Even worse were the noises he made, oh God, the noises. If he'd made them for Kace, it would've been the hottest moment in their relationship. Instead, the only man to ever elicit such squealing moans was someone he'd only just met) , Kace had picked up a thing or two being in what he thought was a committed relationship with a nursing student. Human Immunodeficiency Virus. One of the huge misconceptions, one which created a 'gay panic' whose negative effects still haunted the LGBT community to that day, was its transmissibility. Use the same toilet as the dreaded homosexual? Get AIDS! Touch a menu previously held by a sinful gay? Get AIDS! Stand within thirty feet of any male who even so much as fantasized about the touch of a man? AIDS for you! Ian made it his number one priority as a medical trainee to educate the public otherwise. Only blood, seminal, vaginal, or rectal fluids, and breast milk carried the disease. Saliva was safe. Urine was safe. Sweat was safe. FLASH! For Ian, it was more than just the physical sensations throwing him into a state of delicious disarray. Of course, that's not to pay the corporeal disrespect! DeMarquis's tongue running along each and every one of Ian's teeth (with a quick test of the gag reflex, obviously), all the while a strong, rough hand cradled his barely-covered testicles in ways only a professional (and definitely not Kace!) was capable of had a part, and it played it beautifully. But what really got Ian, really chipped away at his shield of composed reservation, that was all atmosphere. Everything about DeMarquis radiated power. Every touch was more than just a touch, every groan more than just a groan. It was a command, not of words, but of something else, more basal, more... Pure. Yes, pure. A strange description, it seems, but there was no better term to describe it. In his past sexual relations (aka Kace and holding hands with one guy in the eight grade), everything was all about words. Talk it out, say this, say that, I'm going to do this now, okay? But DeMarquis didn't ask. Not because he intended to force Ian, but because he simply didn't need to. He knew everywhere Ian wanted it before he knew it himself. Words? They'd only break up the rhythm. “Yes! Yea-aah!” Well, aside from those words, of course. Having long since popped out of his own Speedo (as despite being high quality, they simply weren't designed with an uncut nine inches in mind), DeMarquis decided, well, as much as you could say anyone was really consciously 'deciding' anything in the heat of those moments, that Ian needed a little extra help. A five-incher, while perfect for a twink, isn't exactly known for bursting from underwear. To remove the Speedo, he'd need to get back to his knees in, ironically, a position similar to prayer, lift the small boy's lower half, pull the tight trunks all the way down his legs, and toss them aside somewhere. That sounds like a total moment-ruiner, right? For anyone else? Yes. DeMarquis, on the other hand... “Eep!” Ian yelped, suddenly lifted upwards via a hand on each buttcheek. Whereas DeMarquis's hands had easily wrapped around everything else, in regards to the twink's bottom, they barely contained the wobbly mounds of flesh, big enough to be implants yet one-hundred percent natural. Sliding the boy's lower-half onto his lap, DeMarquis took a moment to enjoy the fatty tissue, pinching and massaging it much to Ian's (and Jonathan's, as the pictures taken in that moment mightn't have been priceless, but they were easily top dollar) delight, expressed in ear-splitting moans and camera flashes respectively. Then, it was down to business, not slowing again until reaching the feet. It had been DeMarquis's intention to get the Speedo off ASAP, but after that handful of an ass, and now ten tiny, adorable toes on tootsies barely hitting a size seven, he needed a second to stop and smell the roses. If by 'smell' one means 'run a finger down' and by 'roses' one means 'soles.' Up to that point, sweet, sheltered little Ian hadn't even known that was a thing. Now? “Ahaha! T-that-AH! Tickles!” It was his thing. But, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Having gotten his fill of Ian's feet (for now, anyways), DeMarquis needed to go that one step further. The only issue? While Ian was obviously a bottom (five inches, while cute, doesn't exactly make one 'top' material. Besides, no top whimpered like he did!), if Kace was anything to go by, the guy probably wasn't taking nine-inchers on a regular basis. A situation like that called for lube. DeMarquis had a different answer. DeMarquis spat, slicking his thumb and forefinger thick with saliva. Before Ian saw what the domineering man was doing, he yelped, as something cool and wet ran circles around his tight pink asshole. It wasn't DeMarquis's cock, no, it was far too small for that (had it been Kace, however, and Ian could've easily made such a mistake). With the exterior sufficiently lubricated, DeMarquis moved to the inside, marking Ian's insides with his spit. Both Kace and Jonathan knew when DeMarquis first hit the prostate. How? Well, the prostate is internal... But Ian's cock wasn't. And everyone could see it dribbling pre-ejaculate the second a strong, wet finger pressed against the walnut-sized gland. At least it's only pre.... Kace found himself thinking. Then, he laughed. THAT was how low the bar had gotten? It's fine that an HIV positive stranger is finger-fucking my boyfriend, because hey, he hasn't made him cum! But you want to know what was really pathetic? He didn't even have time for lamenting. A loud POP and moan indicated without looking that DeMarquis was finished applying the 'lube.' Kace might've been dumbstruck, but he wasn't dumb. He knew what that type of fingering led to. So, without so much time as to shed a tear, he rushed in, forced to facilitate and play damage control to the destruction of his own relationship. Unbeknownst to Ian, Kace carried with him a single condom, buried deep within the folds of his cash-short, card-filled wallet. Sex in public. Kace's secret fantasy. Knowing Ian, such an event was so unlikely (or, to put it a better way, as likely as getting struck by lightning. Twice) he never dared bring it up. The last thing he wanted to do was make his reserved boyfriend uncomfortable. Still, they're called fantasies for a reason, so Kace still brought everywhere a sole condom. Just in the slim, slim chance that... “Eahh! Mmm-aph! Ah!” But it was never truly meant for him, was it? “Please...” Kace whimpered, turning his pleas to the man he should've been punching in the face. “At least use my condom..” DeMarquis showed no signs of hearing Kace, let alone pausing to apply protection. Gripping Ian's hips, he leaned forward, readying for the first thrust. What came next was a split second decision. An awful, split second, last ditch decision born out of pure desperation. At but a millimetre from penetration, Kace grabbed DeMarquis's cock. Not even to stop him, no, they'd long passed that point. Just to get him to put on the damned condom. DeMarquis stopped, lifted his head and... Oh God, that look. Kace would never, COULD NEVER forget the look DeMarquis gave him. It was like getting a gun pointed at one's head. Scratch that; guns are far less terrifying. The way that cock pulsed under Kace's weak grip, thick veins visibility twitching, as if even the member itself boiled with rage against the one who dared keep it from its rightful place. Meanwhile, Ian whined, unaware of the conflict occurring right under (or in this case, above) his nose. All he knew was that he wanted to get fucked, and it wasn't happening fast enough. And 'Older Gentleman' wasn't about to leave his 'Young Twink' in distress like that. So if Kace wasn't planning on butting out... Well, he'd just have to make use of him then, wouldn't he? Using Kace's hand as his unwilling guide, DeMarquis pushed onward, forcing his full length inside Ian with a single thrust. He could've gone slower, sure, but why? He'd already warmed Ian up. Now, it was time to get hot. “HOLY-” FLASH! Though Jonathan's last word was censored by the loud, old-school camera (it was a PG-13 shoot, after all!) the sentiment held all the same. Kace's first instinct? Pull it out, obviously! But wait, no! If he tugged... That would only make DeMarquis cum sooner! The filthy, disease-ridden semen tainting Ian, MARKING Ian, oh, Kace shuddered to imagine! Of course, when one shudders, he tenses, causing Kace to squeeze the throbbing cock harder, and... You get the picture. What then? What could he do? I'll tell you: Kace's only option? Hang on for the ride. That, and screaming to deaf ears, of course. “IAN! IF YOU LET HIM-IF HE-” “YESS! MPMH!” For once, Ian seemed to hear him. His reply? To wrap his legs around DeMarquis, clipped, clean toenails digging into the man's back in a frenzied attempt to get the cock yet deeper inside. “HE'LL-” “DON'T STOP!” “HE'L-” “OH! OOH!” “HE-” “GGGAHH-AH! I'M-I'M-” “H-” “-CUMMING!” FLASH! No... FLASH! Please no... Ian's cock jumped. Toes curled. Eyes rolled. “HOLY-” FLASH! “-HE FUCKED THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA HIM!” Perhaps not the politest way for Jonathan to describe the events unfolding. But, with Ian gushing semen in a manner reminiscent of one of those cherub fountains found in fine gardens, painting the room (and Kace's left eye) with rope after rope of pearly white seed, DeMarquis unrelenting even as his twink began falling flaccid.... Well, you can't say he wasn't accurate! But maybe... Oh how Kace hoped, how he prayed that maybe, just maybe DeMarquis hadn't done the same! I mean, how many men can cum their brains out and stay hard, let alone keep up the vicious pace at which he fucked Ian, right? Right? Then Kace felt it. A slow drip at first, slow enough he could still deny it, still pretend it wasn't so... The drip picked up to a trickle. A trickle transformed to a tributary, that to a river, and before long a veritable waterfall, all leaking from Ian's ass onto Kace's trembling hand. It was as if the invisible glue which kept Kace's grip on the black cock for so long was being washed away by the infection-filled juices. It was over now. It was all over. With nothing left to save, Kace let go, slippery hand sliding limply to his side. The shoot on the other hand, had only just begun. Because if you thought DeMarquis was going to stop at one climax, you clearly don't know DeMarquis. Having hit orgasm numero uno, the next thing on his long list of things he needed to do to that twink was to top his tight hole in every position possible. They'd done lying down, which was, PHEW, in-cre-di-ble! But now, it was time to see how well Ian bounced. The answer? Given Jonathan's rapid-fire photography as DeMarquis lifted the boy, who's entire body flopped limp as a ragdoll from overstimulation, into a sitting position on the bulging black cock, all without once halting penetration, Ian's thick cheeks jiggling as he was used like a human fleshlight, I think it's safe to say the answer was pretty well. Jonathan couldn't hit the trigger fast enough! Why the rush? Duh! It's not every day you see a tiny cock flaccid from prior orgasm(s?) stiffen back up again so quickly! Luckily, Jonathan had good reflexes and an even better eye. In the end, despite relevant equipment limits, he'd managed a nearly frame-by-frame of Ian's member from it bouncing aimlessly to standing at its (somewhat unimpressive) full length. While he missed out on some of the finer details (for instance, he never bore witness to the moment Ian's head fell back, DeMarquis taking advantage of the barely conscious boy's open and drooling mouth for a deep french kiss complete with a few love nips) Kace got the gist of the action from sound alone. What he couldn't make out from the sloppy pops, pants, and moans fit for a porn studio, he got in the form of one of Jonathan's many comments. For instance: “HOLY- HE'S JERKING HIM OFF WHILE-HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!” is how Kace found out that DeMarquis had taken to giving Ian a handjob as the pair fucked (though given Ian's small cock and DeMarquis's large hands, it was really more of a finger-job). And when Ian came again.... Kace felt it. Literally. Despite standing a good distance away, he wasn't safe from all the semen, a strand spattering the back of that damned orange t-shirt Ian had picked just for him. “DAMN! RIGHT ON THE CAMERA AND-HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE AIMING THAT THING!” ...And Jonathan's camera, apparently. After a while, Kace learned to filter out the moans. Learned to filter out Jonathan's obnoxious orders, the loud camera shutter, heck, he even fell blind to the camera's sun-like flash. None of this was conscious, mind you. Rather, it was due to the fact that he'd begun to focus on something else. At first just an errant intrusive thought or two, barely a blip on the radar, but eventually... Eventually Kace simply couldn't tear his eyes from his hand. It glistened with fluids. Some his, some Ian's, but mostly all DeMarquis's. It was almost invisible one second, and then FLASH! The camera would illuminate the room once more, Kace's only awareness of it being the dazzling sparkle reflected in the sweat and diseased ejaculate coating his hand. Ian's many speeches once more echoed through his mind. 'Only semen and blood.... Only mucous membranes or bloodstream.... Only semen and blood...' The words spun around ceaselessly. With how rough the sex was (so rough, in fact, that calling it 'sex' no longer does it justice, 'fucking' being the more fitting descriptor), the odds his boyfriend wasn't infected were zero-to-none. Well, not officially. Kace chuckled. His Ian could probably give him the real odds straight from the most up-to-date medical studies by heart. But wherever his reasonable, reserved Ian was, it certainly wasn't here. Slowly, his mouth opened for the last time. Not to speak. Not to scream. Not even to cry. The time for that was over. He knew what he had to do now. In an almost trance-like state, Kace's hand floated towards his exposed teeth. He felt the coolness first. Then the wetness. After that, the taste. Not Ian's flavour, but DeMarquis's. Though he'd never tasted it prior, the flavour was unmistakable. Jonathan only had room for one more picture on the old roll of film. Finally, tooth touched skin... That day, he'd taken some of the best of his career. Then, tooth pressed skin... Still, the man was famous for saving best for last. Even with all the great photos thus far, Jonathan had no intention of breaking this twenty-plus year tradition. Then, tooth dug skin... So, he'd take a second. Collect himself (because Lord knows he needed to after seeing all that!). Taking a deep breath, Jonathan turned, almost jumping in the process. Kace! He'd nearly forgotten the kid was there! Nearly gave him a heart attack there and then! Wait. What was he doing? No. No! Was he nuts? Was this... The perfect picture? Then, tooth pierced- FLASH!

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.

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

"mmm fuck me daddy yeah," I encouraged. The cock inside me felt a thousand miles wide and a million miles long. "fill my hole with your cum." He pumped faster, pressing his infinite weight on my back. Suddenly he gushed cum, which ran down both my legs in rivulets as he emptied an impossibly big load inside me. "unh unh unh," I woke to hear myself saying as I jerked myself awake. My underwear was down and my 6.5" cock spurted. The first shot drenching the sheet and the rest made a huge mess on my stomach. I froze except for my still twitching cock. My wife didn't stir. I cleaned up as much of the mess as I could with my t-shirt and washed the sheets the next day. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. **** The dreams had become increasingly frequent. Varied in their particulars but alarming in their consistency. Always me getting fucked and cummed in, often by a bunch of guys, always in some sleazy situation. After the incident I started jerking off regularly. The dreams became less intense but my fantasies became more realistic. I couldn't understand, really. We'd been married for 13 years and I'd never questioned my sexuality. But we hadn't been getting along and our sex life fell off. I had to acknowledge that my urge to get fucked in the ass had become profound. I put on a gay porn video on pornhub and felt practically dizzy with lust as I watched a twink get fucked bareback against a pool table. How was I so sure I wanted to be the "bottom"? **** I was out of town for work. Had just finished after an all nighter called my wife to commiserate and let her know that I could head home early. We got into a fight immediately. She was not being cool and I was exhausted and crabby. We never even got to the point. I decided I'd take my scheduled flight home and have a night to myself in a first rate city. It didn't take long for me to decide to figure out once and for all of I was gay. I napped until about 6 and decided to have a novel experience. I got a trimmer and buzzed my pubes. I got a bunch of water based lube, a bunch of condoms, a bottle of rum, a bottle of coke zero, etc. I got back to the hotel and got ready to receive anal lol. I took some pictures with the help of the bathroom mirror and posted looking for sex. I drank some rum and coke and watched porn. Guys started replying to my ad and I was texting with a few. I found a guy who seemed cool--mid 40s, neg, black, bi--and have him my room info. I got naked and put on the hotel's fuzzy robe He showed up after about 25 mins. It turned out the front desk had to call me when he arrived but it wasn't a big deal. I pressed lube into my ass and nervously waited for the knock. It came after a couple of minutes and I let him inside. I got on my knees and took his pants down. He was thick, 7" and shaved. I sucked him badly for a minute and he told me to get up. We headed to the bed and he disrobed. "So you're really married?" "Yeah, thirteen ye--," I was cut off by his cock in my face. I sucked him again. He put his balls in my mouth and told me he'd turn me out. He pushed me back on the bed and rubbed his cock with lube. He slid in and fucked me immediately. "Just relax. That's all you need to do." At first I panicked and clenched up and it hurt. But he ignored my protests and kept pumping. Somehow I began to relax in my helplessness. Eventually the feeling was incredible. My cock dripped precum as he bottomed out in me. I held my own legs apart as he used my hole. Suddenly I realized he was cumming. He kept fucking at speed as he ejaculated. After a few seconds he slowed down and my sphincter squeezed the last drop out of him. He got dressed and said I had a nice ass. Was I really married? "Well I don't think she's right for you man," he said after I assured him I was. **** I was ecstatic. I needed more. I told everyone I had a load in me. It filtered out a few guys but left me with 2 who were very interested. I get empowered as I told them I was a cumslut looking for the second load of my life/tonight. I invited them both (they knew about one another) and propped the door open with the dead bolt. After 25 minutes I got a call from the front desk. I told her to send him up and said I'd have another visitor arriving soon and that he could come right up. "Of course, sir. What's his name?" "Uhh.. I'm not sure. He's a delivery guy." "Of course sir," she replied impassively. The first guy slipped in the room. He was a big, heavily tattooed guy. Maybe mid 50s. I was in my robe with a hard cock. I offered him a drink and we made small talk. I opened his belt and pulled down his pants. I sat on the bed and took his hardening penis into my mouth and sucked his fat dick as well as I could as he said before me. After a couple minutes I pulled my mouth off and turned around to offer my ass. He took off his shoes, jeans and shirt and climbed into the bed. He grabbed a couple pillows and had me kneel against them. He rubbed a big glob of lube on his prick and then entered my cummy hole. He slapped my ass and fucked me like slut A slice of bright light illuminated the slutty scene as the other guy came in. He closed the door all the way and pulled his dick out as the top in me pulled my head back by my hair. "Jerk off while I fuck you," he demanded. "Shoot your load while I breed your slutty asshole." My cumshot pooled on the bedspread until I collapsed in it, as the assfucking continued unabated. Finally he finished, filling me with a massive nut and jerking his cockhead against my now-sore, cum-covered asshole. He withdrew but my other new friend announced he was going to cum and entered my tender ass, immediately ejaculating inside me. I barely got a look at him, to be honest, but he was Hispanic, on the younger side and had an unremarkable cock. The guys left and I caught my breath after a few minutes. I was beaming, loving the feeling of semen and lube running out of me and down my balls. Every few seconds another drop hit the bed. Just then I got a text from my wife apologizing for earlier. I left her on read as I spread my ass in the mirror. Fulfilling a request from another new friend.

Part Six Josh was way into his game when Sammy moved between him and the TV. “Hey move,” he said, looking around Sammy. “Turn off the game,” Sammy said. “Come on man, move...” Josh looked up at looked at Sammy... And was lost completely. Sammy was standing there, khaki shorts on, rubbing himself through the material. You could see the bugle of his cock bend downwards, making it look like he had a fucking python stuffed in there. Which, in a way, he did. The effect on Josh was laughable. He licked his lips automatically, I'm sure he didn't even notice. His mouth hung open as Sammy just stood there, rubbing himself to full hardness. “Get off the game,” Sammy ordered again. Josh dropped the controller to the floor, eyes still locked to that huge bulge. Sammy dropped his hand, “Get to it.” Now let me set the scene for you. Josh was 20 years old, 6'2”, 3 percent body fat, on a full ride because of his athletic ability. He had 60 pounds of muscle and a couple of inches of height on Sammy. Sammy was barely 18, fresh face, kicking body but that of a high school jock, not a college athlete. The difference between the two was a joke, so it was incredible to watch Josh slowly slide out of the chair and get to his knees as he began to unbutton Sammy's shorts. It was hot as fuck watching Josh lowering Sammy's fly, letting them slip to the floor. Sammy had a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs on and the front tented out obscenely, his bull cock barely contained by the thin cloth. I walked up behind Sammy, whispering in his ear, “Ok, so you see what he wants?” Sammy nodded. “But you need to make him work for it, worship it. You can't just let him suck your dick, make him earn it.” Sammy grabbed Josh's head and pushed it into his bulge. Josh went nuts, his mouth cupping the cock through the cloth, a sultry moan escaping his lips. “Now,” I whispered, “You have to put him in his place, make him prove how bad he wants it.” “You like that cock?” Sammy asked with a sneer that was turning me the fuck on. Josh nodded as he continued to lick around Sammy's bulge. “How bad you want it?” “So bad...” Josh exclaimed breathlessly. “That was weak,” I said. Sammy pulled Josh's face up to make him look at him. “I said how bad you want that fucking cock?” Josh was literally drooling, “Bad...” “Then you're going to do whatever I say right?” Josh nods were a blur. Sammy waited a second, “Then suck my cock.” Josh tugged Sammy's shorts off, the giant cock slapping up against the baseball stud's flat abs with a sound that filled the living room. Josh reached up and grabbed the base of Sammy's cock with a reverence I'd seen used on antiques and works of art. His tongue inched out and licked the bead of precum off the massive head and Sammy groaned in response. “Steady,” I said bracing him from behind, “This is more than just pleasure, you're trying to shape him, mold him. If you just sit there and take it then he's in control, you have to control everything.” I took Sammy's hands and placed them on either side of Josh's head and then moved it Josh's mouth down Sammy's cock. At once he started pushing Josh's mouth down his shaft, causing him to choke almost instantly. I took control back at once, “No...it's not about cruelty,” I said letting Josh up, he pulled back, choking and trying to get his breath back,. “We aren't here to hurt, we're here to control.” Sammy looked back at me confused, “How?” I looked back and Josh was sitting there, waiting to be fed again. “Grab his head.” Sammy took Josh's head. “And show him where you want him.” Sammy lowered Josh's head down on his cock and Josh took it happily. “Now you want to guide him,” I kept my hands over Sammy's and slowly pushed Josh down on the mighty cock. Josh gagged a bit and I held Sammy's hands steady, “Don't force, but be insistent.” Josh slowly began to deep throat Sammy's monster, and I heard Sammy groan in response. “Yeah see,” I whispered, “No chick ever did that did they? Look down.” Sammy opened his eyes and looked down at Josh, “You got a college guy choking on your cock. How many chicks have thrown themselves at this guy and he's on his knees serving a high school kid. You feel that? You feel that power?” Sammy nodded. “That's what this is about.” “Oh fuck...” Sammy exclaimed, “Enough...ok...” He pushed Josh's head off his dick and Josh came up gasping for breath, red face from exertion, eyes locked on that cock. “Don't wanna come yet,” Sammy said, seeing the needy look on Josh's face. “I still have to fuck you.” I could see Josh try to hide his excitement as he just nodded, “Sure.” “Disrespectful,” I whispered to Sammy. Sammy grabbed Josh's chin with his hand and held it there, “You want to get fucked?” “Yeah,” Josh answered. “Yeah what?” Sammy asked. Josh paused and then he looked down in shame, “Yes sir.” “Ask me,” Sammy demanded. “Fuck me sir.” “What?” Sammy asked. “Please fuck me sir!” Josh said with a shout. “Tell him to go upstairs and ready himself.” Sammy looked st Josh, “Go upstairs, wait for me.” Josh sprinted up the stairs, looking like a kid who was about to get presents on Christmas. “Ok,” I said turning Sammy to me, “Deep breath, calm down. You can't just go up there and fuck him. If you shoot too soon then the whole thing is a wash. So relax, get your control back. Ok?” Sammy nodded, though his cock was still sticking up like a yardstick. “This is about breaking him,” I explained “You need him not to just like it, you need him to surrender to it. That means pushing him hard, setting the pace and wearing him out. He can't be a partner to this, he has to be the receptacle. You guys aren't fucking, you are breeding him. Got it?” Sammy nodded. “You're gonna wanna get caught up in the sex. Resist that urge, hold off on cumming as long as you can. You really need him to just beg for it at the end. Literally beg you to get him off.” “I can do that, he said, his cock twitching at the thought. “Ok, I'm gonna be watching, so make it good.” Sammy smiled and we headed upstairs, to destroy Josh's little jock ass.

Saturday night. Tucson, AZ. Homeless girl maybe in her 40s. She is a user and had maybe an ounce of fat of her. She had small little titties from the habit. I got her a room for the night in exchange for a warm pussy and ass. Fucked every hole bare. Came in her ass twice. She asked for a ride further west in the morning to get closer to Palm Springs. I told her i was gonna go get sodas and ditched her with my cum still up her ass. She told me she loved me. lol

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.

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."

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

I wonder if Josh went swimming from a great height? Another good chapter and setting the scene on what may cum.

This past Saturday night at a after hours club called Xion in Atlanta. Took a total of 11 cocks and loads in my cumdump ass. Have actually been going there for the past few months on Saturday nights offering my slut ass up for all cocks and loads. Have been averaging 10-12 loads each time. I usually post an ad on BBRT saying I’ll be offering my ass to be fucked and filled. It also helps that I already have a cumdump reputation and that I’m just a piece of ass to be used.

See, here's one thing you don't understand. There is ALWAYS a winner of the popular vote; it's not always someone with a majority, but someone always wins it. Clinton won it. Even if she HAD gotten a majority of the vote, however, she wouldn't have won the presidency. And as for the two-year investigation: it turned up plenty. When you're read the entire Mueller report and can understand it well enough to answer questions about it - many of which will be complex questions of US law, so be prepared - then you can opine on it. Until then, you're just rambling bullshit. Likewise for impeachment. Everyone here knows that the evidence of wrongdoing was overwhelming. The problem we have is that one party is so dedicated to sucking up to its leader, afraid that he'll unleash his nutcase right-wing gun-toting mouth-breathing moron base on them, that they voted to acquit without hearing from a single witness. As for your shit take that "the Democrats are handing him an easy second term"..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH No, seriously.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH He might pull out a win, through voter suppression and other antics. It won't be an easy win. But then I don't expect you to understand anything about us. You clearly don't.

This is just stupidly, stupidly wrong. Absolutely and totally stupidly wrong. So wrong it's almost impossible to describe how wrong it is. The US economy had been steadily improving on all fronts - employment, stock market, GDP growth, reduction in deficit, etc. - throughout the Obama years, once he turned around the Bush Great Recession. That's a fact. EMPLOYMENT: Under Trump, fewer jobs were created in his first three years than in Obama's last three years. (So I guess you could say he turned that around, except that it's going the wrong direction). Since just after his third year in office ended, Trump's record has been disastrous, due in large measure to his completely incompetent response to the Covid crisis. STOCK MARKET: As for the stock market, the DJIA was at 8077.56 on January 20, 2009, and falling, thanks to Bush's recession. It further fell to 6626.94. By the end of his eight year term, the DJIA was at 19827.25. That means during his term, it increased 145% over what it was when he took office, and a whopping 199% over its lowest point early in his presidency. Under Trump, the Dow peaked at 29551.42, which is certainly a high, but then again most of the "getting there" took place under Obama. At its peak, the Dow was up just 49% over what it was when Trump took office - about 1/3 of what Obama did, or 1/4 of what he did after the market hit its low point in the Great Recession. And those are pre-Covid numbers AND after Trump threw $2 trillion at rich people and big companies in tax cuts and tax breaks. GDP GROWTH: None of Trump's first three years in office showed more than 3% GDP growth, even after that $2 trillion tax cut/break, which his people assured us would give us 4-5% growth. In fact, we only hit 3% itself, barely, one year, just after his tax giveaway. Otherwise, his GDP growth (until this year) was about 2.2%. Which is right about where it was under Obama, who (again) had to climb out of a recession he inherited. DEFICIT: After an initial spike in the deficit caused by the extraordinary measures needed to fight the Great Recession, the US budget deficit declined steadily under Obama, dipping below $500 billion for a few years. Under Trump, it reached $984 billion BEFORE Covid, and there's no end in sight for what we'll have to spend to recover from his ineptitude there. SUMMARY: Virtually every positive trend under Trump is one that started under Obama, and has slowed or remained the same under Trump. A few things have changed direction, but they're all changing in a BAD direction. Thank god at least you can't vote here - unless Trump's expanded his foreign interference program to include Australia.

My fantasy was and is Steve Tuck from the older Treasure Island stars. My fantasy became a reality several years ago.

When I was in my 30’s I followed my job to New Orleans. I had recently divorced and was looking to have fun. New Orleans is a diverse city and has lots of entertainment catering to the full spectrum of sexual depravity. Originally from Middle America, I had never been to a men’s bath house before and after reading about it in the local entertainment paper, I was eager to try it out. Over the course of a few weeks I intentionally visited downtown to find the facility and make sure I would know where to park and how to visit the bath discreetly. I picked a Thursday night and got my nerve up and made it to the bath about 10 PM. While it wasn’t crowded there were plenty of milling about as I paid the entrance and rented a locker. They gave me a key and a towel and I was in. My locker was on the second floor so I took the stairs and headed to lockers. I found the dressing area and as I took off my clothes, I noticed more people arriving and undressing just as I was. Seeing myself with these naked men all around while knowing I might be having sex with some of them was exciting…I felt my cock growing a little as I checked out the variety of horny men. After locking my things away, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way to the showers to clean up. After a quick rinse I saw there was free lube so I took some and played with my ass while applying a liberal helping of the slippery gel deep into my hole…it made me feel so sexy (even if I thought I wouldn’t need lube since it was only my first visit). I then exited the shower area and stepped into the steam room to relax before visiting any of the other floors. The steam was hot and full and wonderful…I stepped over to the bench where two mature men were taking turns sucking each other. I stepped over near them and one of them waved me over so I held my cock and maneuvered it near his busy mouth. He leaned slightly and took my dick in his mouth, sliding his tongue along as he bobbed. His friend reached over and started licking as well and soon they were alternating and taking turns sucking down my cock as deeply as possible. One of them reached around and started playing with my asshole while they slobbered on my cock. I had never experienced anal before then and it made me so hot – the lube I had used earlier made me like butter in their hands. I was getting pretty excited but wanted to wait until I had looked around before I cum. I excused myself and made my way to the staircase. I decided to start on the highest floor so took the stairs up to the 4th floor. At the top there was a short hall connecting the stairs to a room with a dungeon scene with benches, crosses, slings, and other items for your sexual adventure. There was no one present at the time so I continued along and passed some gloryhole booths, but there wasn’t anyone around at the time. Continuing past the booths I came to a small theater with a large TV playing porn along with a few folks stroking to the bareback orgy scene that was playing on the video screen. In one corner of the room it looked like there was another hallway, but there were no lights around so it appeared pitch black inside. Since everyone was busy playing with themselves while they watched the video, I stepped over by the darkened entrance to see if I could see better as I moved closer. It was dark as hell but I heard the distinct sound of sex coming from inside so I stepped in and followed the wall with my hands as I continued further inside. As I made my way along a corner I could just see the outline of a sling and several bodies standing in a group …evidently there was some loud sling sex and everyone was moving as close as they could to enjoy the action. I stepped up as well and felt someone in front of me. He was a tall, daddy type (my favorite) and he reached down and rubbed my cock while he pulled me closer. As he pulled me into him my towel fell leaving both of us nude. I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed me deep. I felt his cock with my hand and it was large and uncut so I wasted no time. I bent over so that I could suck on him while he reached back and started to rub his finger on my asshole. I felt wild as he spit on his hand and wiped the spit on my hole while he worked a finger inside. This was the hottest scene I could imagine! I was taking his cock deep in my mouth each time he thrust forward while his finger continued to probe deeper into my slick hole. Though I was busy conquering the huge, uncut cock with my mouth, I had noticed that more bodies were coming alongside us. While continuing to work on his throbbing cock, I used my free hand to pull the nearest body closer so I could taste his cock as well. Soon, each was taking turns thrusting into my eager mouth. Then, I felt someone bump into me from behind. Curiously, the chubby bear who was now feeling me all over while his groin pushed against my bare ass had on boxer shorts (I could feel them against my bare skin as he pulled my hips toward him). Though my mouth and hands were busy, I felt him rubbing against my ass with his boxer-covered bulge and it made me so excited I pushed back against him with each grind. Suddenly, I felt his cock slip through the front opening in his boxers and slide directly into my well lubricated ass. I was so turned on that I started sucking furiously on the two cocks in my face while the chubby man at my ass went to town thrusting rapidly in and out. In no time I felt the cock in my ass push in as deep as he could while he unloaded into my eager ass. Then one of the cocks in my mouth erupted and filled my mouth with warm, salty semen which I sucked down and swallowed hungrily. The other body had been stroking his cock and then shot a huge load onto my face just as I was swallowing the other guy’s cum. I was covered in cum now and stroking my own cock when the stud that had just cum all over my face turned around and grabbed my dick and guided it into his ass. That was all I needed and I plunged quickly into his warm, wet hole a few times before I grabbed his hips and shot my load into him. After I slipped out of his ass, he reached over and pulled me closer so we could share a big, cum-filled kiss. I decided to exit the dark room and grab a shower before seeing what else I could find that was fun. One thing was for sure – I enjoyed the dark room and planned to return often.

The fact that 25% responded yes is proof of the self hatred rampant in gay men.

Thank you for pointing out all the ignorant fuck wits I will most certainly not ever have sex with. I had a date that was going very well. Went back to my place and were watching a movie in bed. I would have totally taken his dick. However, he passively mentioned that he voted for Trump. I fucking told that stupid cunt to get the fuck out of my house immediately. Fuck off with ignorant xenophobic nonsense. I don't care how hot you are if you're a racist, ignorant, cunt you can just fuck right off and die. Bye.

I'm seriously falling in love with my Super Hung Black Alpha Breeding Bull. He's got seemingly limitless stamina & big balls that just keep on giving! My swollen cum sloppy cunthole is really looking like a well used pussy with big swollen pussy flaps which my bull loves to lick & suck on. He decided to pimp my pussy out to see if it could handle the amount of dick I'd truly love to be abusing it at any given time! So far we've been joined by 3 more guys. The first guy is a 5'11" tall solid muscular 28 yr old black lad who's a nurse. He just finished his 4th 12 hr night shift in a row and was looking to blow off some steam as well as blow some big loads out of his very thick 9.5" cut dick. He hasn't cum since Thursday, his dick is leaking a river of pre cum & he's using all he's got to not shoot his first load too soon but he can only manage one or two thrust in my pussy at a time then pulls out. The last two times he's pulled out he's had big flows of white watery seminal pre cum gushing out & he's managed to stop the flow with his fingers while move round to my head to then released the flow into my mouth! It's delicious salty juicy & I'm gagging for him to breed me so I can taste the rest of his cum when I suck him clean. He also has amazing big squared almost sculpted hairy pecs which I can't keep my hands off. The next guy is a 6'2" tall 52 yr old white guy with a slightly hairy swimmers build body and a huge thick rock hard 10" uncut dick. I'm discovering that huge dead straight rock solid dick is quite uncomfortable when vigorously rammed into your vital organs, however if I'm flat on my front it's very enjoyable and he's already made my dick squirt hands free. Then we have the 23 yr old very muscular, handsome hairy Bangladeshi lad. He 6' tall with a very thick 7.5" cut dick, the circumference of his shaft is 8" & he has a big pair of balls in a big plum hairy scrotum! He only been here about 10 minutes so I'm eagerly waiting to find out how he fucks and how good his dick feels in me! My pussy is aching something chronic to feel his girth in it. Time to blow some big clouds again too! Anymore London lads/blokes looking to breed?? 🤤🍆💦💦💦

Two weeks ago on the beach in San Francisco with the Golden Gate bridge in the background. Followed up with a couple more loads at a park in Berkeley.

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.

Sex is naturally violent and injurious, so I expect the average man to enjoy phallic brutality to some extent. It would be strange if he didn't. I love to hurt bitches and break cunts. The first time a boy yelped in pain and tried to get away, a jolt of power and joy transformed me into a sexual sadist in an instant. I felt perfectly male in that moment. The first time my weapon drew blood, I was thrilled. I hadn't realized how easily a rectum bleeds. Both discoveries were accidental, but I took to painfucking right away.

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

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

I'm looking for BB sluts and faggots who want to be controlled and used by men for breeding. Its all about the right connection. Looking for other top-masters both gay and bi who want to join the conversation and meet-make it happen and use and control these faggots. I'm also into pimping out BB sluts who want to be used.

Took 9 guy’s at the heath Saturday night 3 in quick succession of each other saw my favourite 2 chavs in grey joggers one has bred me twice before this time both took turns filling me was great sucking them after tasting the cum already inside me along with their cum hopefully more next weekend

I frequent the nude bathing spots in the area. Some places are known hot spots for guys playing, other places are more discreet and family oriented. So I was at one of the tame places on a unseasonably cool day recently. I had a day off and just thought I could just sit and read along the shoreline of the lake even if it was too cool to be naked. It was in the 50's and I thought no way was I going to be able to strip down. But the sky was clear so the sunshine was constant and warm. I thought, what the hell I'll try it, I can always put my clothes back on if I get chilled. I found it to be very comfortable with the September sun shining clear so I remained nude while reading and sunbathing. There were no crowds on this cool early autumn day. I expected nothing to happen as it usually doesn't at this place anyway since it is more straight oriented. On this day there were only about 3 other guys there spread out over a long length of the rocky shoreline of the lake. While I was laying nude in the sun I noticed a guy walk by fully dressed. I didn't think too much of his wearing clothes at a nude spot since it was cool. He walked by a few times though and then would sit nearby for a short while and then disappear. I also thought that maybe it was someone that had walked down the trail exploring and maybe found the place by accident. But since he came back a second time I thought that it was probably not an accident he was here. My hormones were raging so I cruised a bit but the few guys there did not express an interest or follow me. I didn't see the dressed guy while I was cruising. Around mid-afternoon the other guys that were sunbathing and reading had packed up and were leaving. So I thought what the hell. I had a semi-private spot and began jerking off. I sat back, closed my eyes and applied some coconut oil and began pleasuring myself. I would open my eyes occasionally and look around and then return to the job at hand. After a short while I looked up to see if anyone was around and there was the guy that was in clothes from before looking down at me a short distance away in the woods above me. He had his 8 inch cock out of his shorts and was stroking it. I've been doing mostly without during these COVID times but the hormones would not let me pass up this opportunity. I immediately walked from my spot out on the shore in the sun into the shade of the nearby woods towards the raging hard cock above. He was positioned along the trail in a high spot so his hard cock was at an easily accessible position for me to begin sucking him. He moaned as my experienced mouth became his pussy to use. Of course I was hoping he would use my other pussy. We played a bit and eventually his hands found their way to my ass. I clearly signaled to him it was OK territory for him to explore. He took the hint and fingered my ass for a bit and then positioned himself behind me and rimmed my mancunt for a bit. I moaned with delight and encouraged him on. I soon knew it was time that he was ready so I kneeled down and let him mount me. I was getting fucked raw on a dirt trail in the woods along a lake. It was hot and this guy pummeled my ass with his hard raw cock. I was loving it. I encouraged him to breed me, "Fuck me in the woods" I said out loud. "Breed my ass." I encouraged him to dump his sperm deep into me. My firm hairy cheeks and tight hole were too much for him and he shot his load in me rather quickly. I loved it. He was a handsome neatly dressed clean guy with that nice hard cock so I thought that it would be nice to meat with him again. With his seed dripping out of me as he turned to leave I asked him if he was local or not. He never turned back but laughed as he continued to walk away.

Funny, many other countries did the same, enforced the restrictions more quickly, and most now have the virus under control. Trump refused to act for more than a month, nearly two, after he was told bluntly how bad this could be, and we're all paying the price. THAT'S why we had such huge job loss and THAT'S why he's to blame. No, he was not "democratically elected". And it's true that neither candidate received a MAJORITY of the popular vote, but one - Clinton - did receive a plurality; it just didn't mean anything because of a system our founders created to preserve the power of slave states. You don't understand the simple English language term "won the popular vote". Clinton did. "Winning a popular vote" does not mean winning a majority; it means winning the plurality, or the most votes cast. Tell you what, TeenTwit: I'll refrain from criticizing the archaic English parliamentary system, which I barely understand in rudimentary form, and in return please stop opining about US political systems you clearly don't know jack shit about.

he is also causing problems here in Canada , but at least have Covid under better control better than the US

Saturday evening I was watching guys wanking on various cam sites, I stumbled across a very sexy, tall, dark, hairy, muscular guy tugging his huge uncut dick. When I clicked into watch his profile said he was 47, straight & from London. Being courteous I sent him a DM asking i he minded gay guys watching him. He replied saying he didn’t mind at all in fact it turned him on. We continued to chat for a while and he revealed he’s closet bi curious & loved to cam for guys whenever his wife was working nights. He also said a lot of guys send him messages with pics of their arse and after a few months of wanking off while imagining fucking them he was keen to try for real. Reading that while watching his hand slide up his thick veiny XL cock shaft pushing his plentiful foreskin over his big swollen purplish mushroom bell end producing a suckable amount of pre cum oozing overhang got my cunthole aching so badly! (He’s just over 9.5” long & 7.5” circumference) I decided to send him my arse pics along with my location in London saying my arse was all his if he was up for meeting up with not obligation to fuck me if he didn’t want to. He took a little while to reply & to my delight he wasn’t too far away and was up for coming over. He said he could come over for around midnight because his wife usually calls on her first break around 11:30pm. So I gave him my address & number. He sent me some vids of him wanking & seeing his heavy juicy loads got me even more excited, I blew so big clouds and played with my cunthole for an hour while I waited. I had wondered if he’d bail on me but 11:45pm he txt me to say he was on his way with a pic of his big hard dick tenting in his track bottoms. When he arrived he was unsurprising a little nervous but still rock hard & he had an eager smile on his face, he produced a spliff & asked if I minded & wanted some. I didn’t mind & told him it would go well with what i was already smoking & would have my cunthole ready to gobble up his huge thick dick. After some smoking & me sucking on his huge meat I told him I love how big his juicy cum loads are & how much I loved getting filled with big loads especially when a top would tell me he’s getting me pregnant! This made his dick twitch a few times & he said “ Being the dad of 6 strapping lads (2 sets of twins in their late 20’s & 2 more lads in their early 20’s) I’ll probably knock you up with twin of not more”. With that he grabbed my hairy arse and started fingering me, he said he always eats his wife cunt & he took to rimming my cunthole like a natural! Then he got me on the floor on all fours, head down arse up. As he rubbed his pre cum on my hairy hole I looked over my shoulder at him & begged him to fuck my pussy! He growled & began to push it in! With my head down I started rubbing the tips of my nipples & groaned with pleasure as his thick shaft sent waves of pleasure deep in my guts with every inch! My welcoming cunthole now gripped his shaft as it tightened back up! He started to fuck me & told me how good my tight warm pussy felt on his dick! I told him how good it felt having his dick thrusting balls deep in me. After 5 minutes he got me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, he plowed hard into me as I ran my hands up & down his muscular arms & his hairy pecs & abs. It wasn’t long before he told me he was very close and couldn’t hold off for much longer! I wrapped my legs around him & told him I wanted his load and told him to raid my pussy hard & fast to orgasm & flood my pussy with his cum! He smashed me hard and roared loudly as his huge thick shaft pumped hard and fast inside me! I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me up🍆💦💦💦💦💦 Working my nipples hard I climaxed a few seconds after him, my cunthole gripping his shaft in orgasmic spasm making him roar “Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck yeah” my dick had spewed my big thick load all over my hairy belly. He hesitated as he moved in to kiss me, I put my hand on the back of his neck & he started kissing me. Full on tongue probing stubble rubbing sloppy man kissing till he started pulling out his still rock hard dick. He had a look of dazed pleasure on his face as he rolled off onto his back. He told me my pussy was as good if not better than any woman’s pussy he’d fucked “ I can’t believe I’m still hard” he said. I groped his big hairy ball and told him it must mean he wanted more of my pussy! Indeed he did, he relit his spliff, I took a puff then got my pipe & blew a nice big cloud, he asked if he could try some so I took another big lungful and did a blow back with him. He was teasing my pussy with his big wet bell end when we did the blowback. He growled as it kicked in and thrust his full length in me and started raiding my pussy hard & deep. This led to us having a hard sweaty non stop fuck sessions till 5:30am! This man was a true breeding bull of a man! He bred a further 3 big loads in me without having to pull out and recover after filling up my cum sloppy cunthole. Had i not taken a big fancy to his gorgeous hairy virgin muscle arse & persuaded him to let me grind my dick in his arse crack & push my bell end against his tight hole while shooting my big thick load he’d definitely have plowed another load or two in me. He had to be home before his wife who finished work at 6am, only as he reluctantly stated to get dressed did his dick start to get soft. He said he was keen to do it again and I told him he was welcome anytime. Not long after he’d gone I was back online looking for another dick to carry on where he left off.

I already have 2 more loads in me and 2 more lined up

Brilliant. It doesn’t start with you face down in a pool, does it?

Thanks man, I try 🙂

Thursday night in the pig pen at Augusta.

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.

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.

I took two back to back loads. My wife was at work and I'm working from home. I've had this hot young guy come around a few times now. He was horny and wanted to dump his cum up my ass. I have him come to my shed to keep him out of the house. He always arrives hard as a rock so I sucked him for a minute, then turn around and bent over. He shoves in and pounds me for a few minutes before shooting his cum up my ass. I clean him off with my mouth and he's on his way. While waiting for the young hottie, another guy hit me up. He's bred me a few times before, too, and always wants it anon. I think it's because he's a bit chubbier than his picture. Not like I care - a hard dick is a hard dick. I tell the guy to come over and he can have sloppy seconds. I put on a blindfold and wait in the shed. He arrives and I suck him hard. He's got a smaller dick than the young guy but shoves in and fucks my sloppy hole. After about 5 minutes, he cums. From his moaning, it sounded like he had a pretty big orgasm. I still have both loads in my ass so don't know how big they are.

No particular order 1) AS a Top for many years - in the park, bending over to suck a cock and have someone slide into me and pump a fast load into me - for some reason I feel more like topping guys all night after someone mistakes me for a cumdump lol 2) True sloppy seconds - going in right ater the previous top loaded the hole 3) Releasing some piss into a sluts mouth or ass and them not noticing 4) its been said b4 here - - No talk of status or condoms b4 you play (hotter when I know its someone from Grindr or Squirt who had turned me down for being BB only - taking me raw in a park or from another profile) 5) related to above - making a bottom beg for my Load if he usually is Condoms Always/Only lol 6) whispering I am gonna knock you up (poz ya - convert ya) or asking do you want my Poz load - last chance... and hearing a moan - sometimes makes me cum faster than a YES.

hello, we still have yet to do it. the urge inside me grows every day to be pozzed by him. we talk about it a lot while fucking but he hasn't gone off his meds. any advice would be greatly appreciated 😇

13 loads in 2-3 hours at an adult bookstore. I have done that twice. I only stopped because no one was left ?

I've swallowed my uncle's cum for years. Altough he prefers to leave it in my ass

I call the willingness to do ATM the "pig test"--the guys who pass it are invited back to the playroom, those who refuse or ask me to wash my cock fresh are never asked back. It is essential for me to eat hole before, during and after my fucking it...sometimes I share the load and sometimes not...

2. Jason For a few minutes, I lay there in the dim light. There were voices in the other room and then the front door opened and closed as Sean headed out. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. The second guy had arrived. A moment later, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked me, from behind the closed door. "Yeah, I am," I answered. The door opened, and another guy walked in. Nathan stood behind the door, never even seeing me. "You!" he said, recognizing me. I smiled. It was a guy I knew, Jake. We had done a few scenes together for Thomas. The most recent one was a group with four other tops, him, and myself. I remembered when I was the last to fuck him, how wet his hole was with the accumulated sperm of the four other tops. "Yeah, it's me." "I thought it might be you," he continued, "but I thought you were just a top?" "I'm exploring," I replied. He had taken off his shoes and pulled off his tank top. I had pegged him at around 21 or so, with blond hair, a bit of a goatee, and a spray of light hair on his chest. When I had last fucked him, I remembered that he hadn't been able to get hard, but today, there was a definite bulge in his shorts. "And so far, it's been a hell of a lot of fun," I added. "Well, as long as you're at least staying versatile, I'm happy. Fucking love that cock of yours. Hate to see you turn all bottom." "Thanks, but today, it's going to be all about your cock," I replied. He took off his shorts, letting his cock spring free. His blond pubic hair set off his cock nicely. It was already getting hard. It was about seven, maybe eight inches. Although not as wide as Sean's, it was still going to feel great inside my hole. "And your sperm," I added, "Your poz sperm." "I know," he said. He got on the bed, and quickly was in between my legs and on top of me. His cock was already pressing up against my ass, hard and dripping. He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "How many loads up there already?" he asked. "Just one," I said, "So far." "Ready for more?" "Fuck yeah." "You been partying?" he asked. I must have had a particularly hungry look on my face. "Yeah, a bit," I answered. "That cool?" "Oh yeah. If I'm gonna top you, I can't, but I do it all the time. It definitely helps a bottom out." I had to agree on that. My butt was itching, and the only thing that would scratch it right now was a cock. Jake's cock. "You got that right. And it's making me hungry for cock. And your cock is right here." "You need some lube?" he asked. He was already pushing up against my hole, his cock just as eager to penetrate me as I was for it to punch into my guts. "Yeah, can't hurt." He grabbed the lube from the bed table and poured some on his cock. I grabbed the poppers and did a quick hit. "Give it to me, man. Give me that poz tool." "This is going to be damn fun," Jake said, lining-up his cock with my hole. "A chance to top the famous Derek James. Or should I say Jason Spencer." With a pop, his cock slid into my hole. I hardly gave him a chance to get used to being inside me before I slid down on it. I took him all the way in a single smooth stroke. "You are hungry," he said, surprised at my need, at my speed. "The Tina is definitely helping." "Fuck," I said, "I need it so badly now." I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He responded by sticking his tongue in my mouth. We kissed as he started to pump my hole. "I can feel the load up there already," he said, adding "and damn, it was a big one." "Yeah. It took him a while to pump all that into me." "Must have been nice," Jake suggested. "How long has it been for you?" "Since I've fucked a guy?" he asked. "A few weeks." "Cool. But I meant, how long that you've been poz." "Oh, that," he kissed me quickly, "I forget you're still just starting out. I've been poz for about two years now." "How did it happen?" "You want the full story?" he asked, "or the short version?" "Full story, of course." I was enjoying the fuck, and hearing about his background seemed to make it even more intimate. "I want to know you. And all the dirty details." "Yeah, it's nice. Being inside you raw. Getting to talk to you. And not having Thomas tell us what to do." He pushed his cock into me, squishing Sean's load around a bit. "Well, I ran away from home when I was 16," he said. "Oh, I didn't know." "Yeah. I ended up living on the street for a bit. I was hustling a lot, just to get money to eat." "How old are you now?" I asked. I had always pegged him as mid-twenties, but I realized he could be younger. "Twenty," he answered. "Not even legal to drink yet," he said, laughing. "When you were on the street, were you safe? I mean, condoms?" "Mostly, yeah," he said. I must have looked surprised, because he continued, "It's been more recently that I've become the cum guzzler that I am now." He nibbled a bit on my ear. "Been a while since I've really fucked a guy. I forgot how good it can be." I nodded in agreement while he continued his fuck and his story. "Some guys would try to pay me extra if I'd go bareback. I didn't always take it; it really depended on the guy." "When did you start partying?" "My older brother was partying by the time I was fourteen. And he'd let me join him. I actually cut down a lot when I ran away. Money and all. But after a year or so, I started again, finding guys who'd PnP with me. And yeah, of course that was when I started to bareback a bit more." "I figured." "Partying and raw sex. Two great tastes that taste great together," he said, laughing. "And it didn't hurt that johns usually have favors to share." I was enjoying hearing about Jake's life, even as hard as it seemed. The street hustler who discovered partying and bareback sex was a turn-on, and my cock was starting to stir in my jockstrap. "How do you feel about it all now? Looking back?" "Really, no regrets. About anything. From running away, to starting to bareback, to getting into movies, to finding out I was poz. Honest. It's weird, but were all decision that, amazingly, turned out well." Apparently then he noticed my cock, and he chuckled "And you seem to be enjoying my story as well." "I am," I said. "It's a welcome change, you inside of me instead of me always on top, and for that matter, I like hearing about your life." Thanks, he replied, adding "You're making me want to ride your cock, though. It was fucking hot the other week, having you pound me after all those other guys had bred me." "Yeah, it was." I remembered how wet his hole was, and I wondered if my ass would be dripping with cum at the end of the day, as had his. "You give me your load and I'll see about fucking you a bit," I said. "Deal," Jake answered. He took my legs and had me rotate around the axis of his cock. I ended on my side. He leaned in while making sure his cock was still sliding in and out of my hole and nibbled on my ear. "So, how did you get infected?" "Thomas, actually," Jake said. "Well, he didn't do it, but he was the cause." "Really?" I asked. I had no idea if Thomas was poz, although I had always assumed he was. "How did that happen?" "Well, he had seen a few pictures of me online, and thought I was hot. I did a solo scene for him, for which he paid me five hundred bucks," pausing, thinking back to the occasion, and then adding "Back then, that was a lot of money for me." "It is for me too," I said. I usually got about a thousand per scene from Thomas, sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the payments. I had to say, the money did come in handy: school, books, gym, even, sometimes, food. "And next? I mean, a solo scene can't get you to where you are now." He laughed, "Yeah, you're right about that. Thomas liked me, and I did a few more scenes for him, all of them safe." I knew that Thomas would occasionally do safer sex scenes. I had just never seen them actually happen. "Then he made me an offer." "What was it?" "I'd get fucked by five guys on camera. All raw. All poz. He said he'd give me five thousand for it." I must have gasped or something because he suddenly slowed down his regular stroking motion. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm just surprised about that kind of offer." I realized that Thomas had been playing me a bit. He wasn't just "thinking" about his project. He had already done it at least once. I'd just be a repeat. "Yeah, I was too." "And you did it?" I guessed he had, since he was here, fucking me and trying to poz me up. "It took me a month to decide, but yeah, I did it. And it was seven guys, not five, over three days. Going into it, I was terrified. And more excited than I had ever been before." "But, in the end, how was it?" "Fucking amazing. One of the best sexual experiences in my life," he said. He had a far-away look on his face, and a smile. I could feel his cock stiffen inside of me as he was thinking about it. "There's something deeply intimate about swapping sperm. And the most intimate is getting to give poz sperm to a negative man. Or, as a neg guy, taking poz sperm." "I know," I said, adding "I can't seem to get enough of it." Jake gave me a kiss, making sure to get a lot of his spit in me. The thought of getting not just his spit, but also his pre-cum and soon his cum was keeping me hard, despite the Tina flowing in my veins. "Yeah. It's addictive," Jake said. "You know, when we last fucked?" "Yeah? God, that was fun," he said. "Yeah. You know how you were begging me to breed you? It was hot, and I got off on it. But I didn't understand it at all." "And now?" "Now, I understand the need. I feel the need. I want your poz sperm, Jake. I want you to breed me. I need you to breed me." "Fuck yeah man, you know it," Jake said. He was pounding my ass hard now, each stroke finding a new, unexplored area of my hole to rub down with Sean's sperm and his pre-cum. "I'll give you what you need." He reached down and grabbed my cock, now straining against the fabric. "But you're gonna have to beg for it, Jason. Beg for my virus." "Please man, give me your toxic seed. Give me your dirty jizz, Jake." I was feeling great: I had a hot poz man pounding my tender hole. Not only was he working a poz load from another guy into me, he was going to add his own deadly sperm to my growing collection of DNA. "I need it, man. I need you to infect me." "Oh fuck, don't stop. I'm getting close," Jake said. "Don't hold back. Shoot that pozcum deep. Make it take." Our bodies were slamming together in perfect rhythm, my hole opening up and his cock getting deeper with each stroke. "Fucking poz me up," I begged. "Make me sick." "Take it, Jason! Fucking take it!" Jake was pounding my hole hard, and he was clearly right on the edge of shooting his load. "Give it to me, Jake. Breed my hole with your dirty spunk." "Oh, fuck man. I'm cumming!" Jake pushed his cock deep into me and paused. His cock stiffened and pulsed, and there was a sudden warmth in my hole. Staring at him, I could see his eyes roll back and his mouth hang open in the sheer pleasure of cumming. "Shoot it in me. Give me every fucking toxic drop," I moaned. Jake started to pound my hole again. I could feel his cum lubricating his forceful strokes and his cock kept on twitching. Each twitch was another spurt of thick spooge into me. Each twitch was another chance to get infected. He started to kiss me, but held me tight and close. His firm grip was as if he was afraid I would try to evade his fucking. He kept me from squirming away from the certain destiny encoded in the virus he was injecting into me. In an automatic response, I grabbed on to his ass and pulled him deeper into me. I had to re-assure him that I would take every drop of his dirty load. Not until I felt his cock soften a bit, the last drop of poz sperm leaking into me did I dare to let go of him. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't much else for us to say, as we caught our breath. "My pleasure," Jake said. We made out some more, still linked together by his raw cock buried in my body. Finally, he softened enough that it fell out. "Keep my spooge in you," he said. "Give it a warm place to grow." I just nodded my head. I reached down, and felt my hole. It was hot and wet, a tiny bit of the accumulated sperm now dripping out. I pushed it back in with my fingers. I didn't want to waste any of it. Jake also reached down, and grabbed my cock. Through the jockstrap, I was still hard as a rock. "Fuck man. I need this again," Jake said. "So fucking hard." I glanced quickly at the clock. We still had twenty-five minutes together. "I can't cum right now," I said. "But I'd love to fuck you a bit." "As long as your raw cock is inside me, I'll be happy," Jake replied. He pushed down my jock strap, letting my cock spring free. There was already a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Jake leaned over and licked it off, then proceeded to tug my jock strap the rest of the way off. Now that I was completely naked, his attention returned my dick. He took the head into his warm mouth. The load I had shot that morning seemed like a very long time ago. I had been so entranced over the past week by Nathan, by the two men he had found, by getting fucked deep and by getting bred I had forgotten the simple pleasure of a good blow job. Jake was good at it, taking the entire length of my shaft into his mouth and down his throat. "Damn, that feels good," I said, as Jake's tongue flicked over my cock head and collected a few more drops of my pre-cum. He went back down on my dick, going all the way down, his chin hitting my balls. He licked and teased me for a bit, keeping my cock hard and dripping the entire time. "When did you last cum?" he asked, taking a break from sucking me off. I had to think for a second. "This morning, actually," I said, again surprised at how long ago that felt. "I did a scene for Thomas." "Who was the lucky bottom?" Jake asked. He had found the bottle of lube, and poured some on my cock. "A new guy, at least for me," I remembered, "Cal was his name." "Oh, I know Cal. But I wish it had been me." "Well, I can't cum again today. Nathan's got two more guys planned for me, and if I shoot, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get fucked. But I'll breed you again soon enough." "Promise?" Jake asked. He put a bit of the lube on his hole, and straddled me. My cock was pressing right against him. With the slightest move from either one of us, it would penetrate and slide into his ass. "Promise," I said. Then, I made the first move: I arched my back slightly. There was an audible pop as my dick slid into his tight hole. Jake followed my lead and relaxed enough to let the rest of my cock penetrate his hole. He clearly had far more experience getting fucked than I did, and he was soon riding the full length of my cock. Jake was bouncing up and down on my cock, fucking himself on my stiff shaft. His hole felt a lot smoother than I had expected given the tiny squeeze of lube he had used. "You already have been fucked today?" I asked, realizing the obvious explanation for the situation. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "A client found me on Rentboy. He fucked me this morning." "Raw?" "Yeah. I had the itch. Badly. I gave him a fifty dollar discount each time he bred me." "Hot?" I asked. I had done porn for long enough to know that the real money was in escorting. But I hadn't yet taken the plunge; escorting still seemed like a step too far for me. "He was older, out of shape. But still had a big cock, and he worked my hole good." I was fucking Jake using this stranger's cum as lube. I wondered if the stranger was poz, or if he had even bothered to ask Jake about his status. Or was he so focused on his own cock, his own pleasure that he didn't care? As long as he was able to fuck a hot young man raw, shoot his load and mark the boy, was that all that he wanted? Jake seemed to read my mind. "I went over to his hotel," he said, explaining what had happened. "I stripped down totally naked, and showed off my ass while he got hard. Then he bent me over, put a bit of lotion on my hole and his cock, and rammed it in. He didn't last long before he shot." "And?" I was interested in the mechanics of it all. "Decent sized load, all of it landed inside of me. When he was done, he pulled out, pointed to some cash on the bed table, and told me to get dressed as he started the shower. Not sure if we spoke ten words the entire time." "Seems a bit impersonal," I said. "Yeah, it can be. Not like this," he commented as he started to kiss me again. I knew exactly what he meant. Sean, Jake and especially Nathan had been a very close and intimate experience. I had learned a lot about these men. I had learned it only by letting them fuck me, by letting them enter me raw, and most importantly, by taking their seed into my body. We had talked, but the act of exchanging fluids had cemented the connection and made it real. Now, I was inside of Jake, doing the same thing that these men had done to me. It wasn't the first time for me to be inside him, but it was definitely the most intimate time. I wished that Nathan had let me fuck him already. I hated thinking that I had to wait until the virus finally took root in my body before being inside of him. I craved the closeness that necessarily would have to come from me breeding his hole, and I wanted to share that closeness with him now, even this very evening. I wanted him to know how happy I was, how thankful I was that he had found these fine specimens of masculinity to seed my hole and how grateful I was that he was fucking me raw so often. Jake finally broke off the kiss. "You're sure you won't come inside me?" he asked. "I am so hungry." "I've got at least three more guys who want to breed me: two unknown guys, and then I'm sure Nathan will want to fuck me a few times after the afternoon is all over." If I shot another load now, I wasn't going to be up for being fucked for too long. I didn't want to interrupt the flow of the afternoon. "I totally understand," Jake said, "But that just means you'll owe me a load or three, with interest - once you get the bug." "Don't worry," I said, "You'll be one of the first men I tag." "Promise?" Jake asked. "Promise," I replied. "Good." We both looked at the clock, and realized we had only a few more minutes together before the next man was supposed to arrive. "I better get dressed. You've got another lucky guy coming to seed your hole." He slowly, reluctantly pulled off my cock. "Fucking bastard," he said, as he rolled onto the bed beside me. I wondered about the next man Nathan had picked out for me, smiling as I ran through numerous fantasies. Jake got dressed, while I stayed on the bed. I watched him, forcing his cock into his underwear, then covering his beautiful ass with his shorts, and finally pulling his t-shirt on. It was a shame for him to cover up that body, but there would be many other times with him. He leaned over me, and gave me a final kiss. "I'm going to hold you to your promise. You owe me a load. Many loads. Poz loads. Deep in my hole." "Of course," I replied, "as soon as my gun is cocked and fully loaded, you'll get it." "Excellent," Jake said as he walked out the door, shutting the door behind himself, leaving me alone again in the dimly lit room. I fished around in the tangle of sheets and found my jockstrap. I pulled it on, forcing my swollen cock into the constraining pouch. The crystal I had done with Sean was still powering me. It was making my ass itch for more cock and more cum. It wouldn't be long before the next guy came. I heard Jake and Nathan's muffled conversation, then the front door close. "You okay in there?" Nathan asked a few seconds later, from behind the bedroom door. "Very good," I said. "Good," he said. "Gonna be a few minutes before the next guy. Just relax, and think about your day so far." As best I could, with the meth I had done and the hunger for more sex, more cum, more breeding, I closed my eyes and relaxed.