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I left home when I was 18. I knew I was gay, and I knew my family would not accept me. I went to the Culinary Institute of America on scholarship and graduated top in my class and have been working for 8 years now for two really great famous chefs, and I love my life. I'm 6' 185 lbs, and I work out two hours 6 days a week, one hour in the morning before work and one after work. I'm also a cum slut who can give it as good as I can take it. I love dick! Enough about me. I received an invitation from an Aunt asking me to come to a family reunion this year. I was going to blow it off but my brother called and said I really should come in that my Aunts and Uncles were all getting old and it would be good for me to see them. After a lot of guilt tripping I agreed, booked my flight back to Louisville KY and rented the nicest car I could find on Turo. I drove in to my small town in Carter County and had booked a room at a bed and breakfast. I arrived the night before the reunion, and when I got up the next morning I skipped the country breakfast and went for a 2 hour run. I got back and showered and headed to Grayson Lake State Park for the reunion. The reunion was just what I expected, "You have grown up so much" "What do you do now?" "Your a cook?" "Are you married? dating?" "You know Kim who was in your class is still single you should call her" "A good looking man like you should be married, you're not one of those gays are you?" I was just about to say yes and just leave after 20 minutes, and then I looked up and saw them. Not one but two perfect specimens of manhood. They walked up to my brother and a cousin I knew and started talking so I walked over and my cousin introduced me to her son and his friend. I quickly found out her son who played football was sadly 17 and had already got his girlfriend pregnant but then I found out the other boy was 19 years old. He had graduated from high school and started college but had to drop out for some reason. His dream was to go to New York and be on Broadway. His name was Alex, he was 5'11" ish and probably 175 or so. You could just see the outline of a 6 pack through his tight polo. His blue eyes light up when he found out I lived in the big apple. My brother, cousin ,1and her son moved away to get food, and the kid and I continued talking. I told him he would have to get rid of the mullet if he came to New York, and then I heard the magic words. I would do anything to just get to go to New York and try to be on Broadway. I smiled and said, "Be careful what you say. Someone may take you up on that." He looked confused, but then my cousin's son came over and said they needed to go. I told the kid if he really wanted to go to New York to give me a call, and I would try to help him. I handed him my card and figured that was it. I went back home called my brother and told him why I had been away for so long and that I did not plan on coming back unless I had to. We agreed that was probably best, and I haven't spoken to him since. But a month to the day my phone rang, and I answered. I heard this timid voice. He said he was Alex and we had met at the family reunion in KY. I asked how he was, and he said, "Well I made it I'm in New York." I'll admit I was shocked but in the back of my mind I was really looking forward to seeing him again. I asked where in the city he was, and he said the bus station. I asked if he had any money, and he said he had all of his savings about $2300. I told him to take a cab and gave him the address to the restaurant and when he got there to ask for me, Chef Jay. About an hour later, I looked up and there stood the same hot ass blond stud minus the mullet and with a backpack. I fed him and put him in my office till my shift ended then we headed out. I told him I work out for a hour every night, and he was welcome to join me if he wanted or he could just crash at my place. He said a workout sounded great. We got to the gym and he pulled out his workout clothes, tight shorts that came about mid thigh and a wife beater. The work out was great and I really got a good chance to check him out. Great bod with a 6 pack and from the looks of things a very nice package. After we finished we went back to my place and I showed him where he could put his stuff and sleep. Apartments in New York are small but my roommate had moved out a few months back so all was well. I showed him the shower, and told him he could clean up first. Without hesitation he started taking off his clothes and before I left the room I saw his soft 6 or 7 inch cock just hanging there. It was all I could do not to drop down and start sucking him. But I reminded myself he's straight at least for now. After his shower I cleaned up, and then we sat down to discuss his plans. I told him I could get him a job at one of the restaurants I worked at. It would be long hours and hard work, but I would try to make sure he could audition for parts. After a while I went to bed, and so did he. The next morning, he was up and ready to go to the gym with me at 5:00 AM. I noticed he had the same clothes on so I asked if that was all he had, and he said yes. I took him in my room and gave him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and before I could close the dresser he had dropped his shorts and was naked. I love free ballers and had to smile knowing I was commando too. The workout was great again. I told him I was going to shower at the gym, but he could clean up at the apartment if he wanted and asked if he remembered how to get back. He said he did, and his plan was to look for acting parts the first part of the day and then he would come to the restaurant at 2 like I told him. I made him a prep cook, and he was doing really good. This went on for a few days. On Saturday after work I asked if he remembered our conversation at the reunion. He said he did, and I said you remember how you said you would do anything? He said he did. I told him his two auditions for parts were because of a phone call from me, then I said and we need to work out some payment for the guy and food and rent. His head dropped for a second, and before I could say a word he started pulling off his shirt and when he looked at me he had this big smile. He then started taking off his jeans and asked if my tattoo of the bio-hazard sign was because I was trouble or because I was poz? I guess it was my turn to be shocked not his. I said I was poz, and then asked how he knew what it was. he reached over and started taking off my clothes and said he saw it at the gym and knew exactly how he was going to pay his rent if I was interested. I asked if he was poz and again he smiled and said, "I will be soon." For some reason I asked what his family would say and he said who gives a fuck, I came out before I left and my dad kicked me out, told me he had now place for a fag in his family and to go get sick and die. I asked if he always did what he was told and he said he didn't plan on dying anytime soon but he certainly planed on getting sick. As he said this he dropped to his knees and started sucking my dick. After sucking me for about 20 minutes we made out for a few minutes and then he said are you going to fuck me with that thing or what. I turned him around and bent him over and started to eat out his ass. I reached over and grabbed the lube and eventually started shoving it in with one finger. He looked back at me and said, "That's enough fuck me I need that dick." I told him it would hurt, and I needed to loosen him up to take my 8 inches. He looked in the mirror in front of himself and said, "I a god damn man and a dick sucking fag. Just fuck the hell out of me." I stood up behind him and aimed my cock at his hole. As I placed my head on his hole he started pushing back on me. I shoved in him all the way and stopped. He was screaming into a pillow and when he looked back up at the mirror with tears in his eyes he said, "What the fuck you waiting for? God dammit fuck me! Fuck my god dams ass and turn me in to a poz cum whore. Fuck me please!" And so I did. We fucked three times that night and two times after our work out at 5. I was late for work, but it was worth it. After a few weeks Broadway and acting no longer seemed important. After about three weeks of fucking his ass and yes him fucking me too, he got the fuck flu. I took a weeks vacation and fucked the hell out of him every chance I got. After the flu, I introduced him to the gay boys at work and told him to have fun. Not long after that he and I started a relationship fucking each other and any hot young stud who would let us fuck them or who would fuck us. Maybe I'll go back to the reunion next year with my new boy toy and see what they all say.

Part Thirteen This was my first time actually studying John and I had to admit, I could see why people liked him. He had Sammy's looks, except fleshed out. Where Sammy was adorable, John had all the same features except on a man's face. He looked like he had just walked out of porno that was set in a locker room. His body though was off the charts. Most football players were jacked but lacked definition, massive slabs of muscle but not very toned. John was not like that at all. At one point John lifted his shirt up to show Betty his abs and I was amazed to see a perfect set of washboard abs. So he had Sammy's looks and Eli's definition while looking like he was built from granite. Yeah, I bet this guy had nailed more girls than our whole house combined. What was also amazing was the fucking bulge sliding down the leg of his jeans. It looked like he had a sock shoved in his pants, except I could see the meaty head of his cock from across the room and from the way the denim was worn, it was obvious he naturally hung to the left. Betty was playing it up nicely, laughing at his jokes, feeling his pecs, but more importantly, bringing him the beers I had set out for him. She was bringing him the third one when she passed by me, “He's already starting to slur, this is going to put him under.” I gave her a wink as she walked over and handed our boy his laced drink. He drank it down in nearly one gulp, no doubt showing off to her, though with his body it wasn't necessary. Within minutes his head slumped down and jerked back up as he started to drift. She looked over at me and nodded. I got up and walked over to the couch. “He drank too much,” she said, acting it up for him, “Can you help us to a room?” “Sure, you ok man?” I asked John, helping him to his feet. “Yeaaahhhh...” he said, stumbling, “Goood prttyy...” He leaned on me and I walked him up to my room, dumping him on my bed. Betty leaned down and said to him “Let's get these clothes off.” His eyes were closed but he smiled and nodded, so I began to strip him down quickly. I shucked his shoes and socks while Betty pulled his shirt off over his head. I unbuckled his belt and tugged on his jeans, leaving him in a pair of tight, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His cock was tucked to the left, and though still soft, was bigger than most hard cocks I had seen. “Damn,” Betty said, marveling at the specimen of manhood that was laid out before us. “Once he's tamed, you can take him for a ride or two,” I whispered to her and she smiled and kissed me hard. “I'm gonna hold you to that.” she said and walked out. Leaving me alone with my prey. First things first, I needed to get him injected, which meant keeping him docile for a few minutes. I grabbed the mask and placed it gently over his face and mouth and opened the bottle of poppers. He took a deep breath and then made a noise as his entire body seemed to relax. Quickly I grabbed the syringe and tied off his bicep, luckily he had a fucking road map of veins, so finding a good one was easy. I injected him with 100mg of MDMA. I undid the tourniquet and within seconds he let out a contented sigh and a smile spread across his face. He was gone. I climbed up onto the bed and began to feel up his chest. It was solid fucking muscle, prime grade A, Texas beef. He made a sound and his smile grew. I took the nub of his nipple between my fingers and pinched and he let out an audible groan as his hips left the bed. “Man, it has to be genetic,” I said tweaking the other nipple, “All the Parker boys are nipple sluts.” He twisted under my touch, no actual words had come out of his mouth yet, between everything in his system I don't think he was capable of them yet. I leaned down and nibbled one of them and the noises he was making was just music to my ears. I moved up and licked his ear and he shivered a little. I began to tongue fuck him and he let out a small whimper I response. I nibbled on his neck and he babbled something so I moved over and began to kiss him. He instantly responded, kissing me back hard, no idea he was making out with a guy at all. He was an aggressive kisser, which was hot in it's own right, but I wasn't here to kiss. I was here to break this stud. I moved down and licked his neck, his pecs, licked the cuts of his abs and then got to the promised land. I grabbed either side of this underwear and said, “Lift your hips up slut.” His hips moved upwards as I slid them down his legs, his cock looked like a sleeping snake, curled against his trimmed pubes. Though only half hard, he was already close to six inches and it was growing fast. I took hold of the beast and held it firmly in my hand. He sighed as I leaned down and licked the head of his cock, precum coating my mouth as he shot past seven inches, eight, got as big as Sammy, and then topped out at just above ten inches of fucking cock. It was incredible. I had never held a cock so fucking mighty before, it was hard to believe that there were chicks out there that had taken this fucking monstrosity and lived to tell the tale. My hand couldn't grip the entire thing at once it was so thick, the head was an angry reddish color as the massive vein in the middle of it throbbed in beat to his heart. I'm not in any way a bottom, but I had to admit looking at this thing it made me a little dizzy. There were a lot of people on this planet lucky I was never given a cock like this, jocks everywhere would have been forever scarred from the way their ass was destroyed when I was done. I grabbed some lube and stroked him to full hardness, he squirmed under me as I pounded that cock as hard as I could, making him pant with lust. The first step after getting your target drugged, was to get them incredibly horny. Once in a dazed state the average male will just fucking go with whatever feels good, as long as he knows it isn't a guy doing it. Though once they were sex drunk and close to cumming, they stopped caring so much and just wanted to get off. I needed to get John so turned on that he would sell his own mother to get off. He was thrusting into my hand now, his cock feeling like a piston in my grasp as he fucked the air. Once I could tell he was getting close I stopped, and he let out an audible moan. I slipped the mask on him again and gave him a few seconds of poppers, his head fell back onto the pillow. Taking his hands I secured them over his head, this time with some leather shackles instead of just a belt and made sure they were locked. I stripped down while I waited for the poppers to wear off some before I went back to turning him on. Once he started making word like sounds again and tugging at the restraints, I went back to long stroking his cock, lulling him back into a state of sex. “You like that?” I asked, working his shaft from tip to base. He nodded, still out of it, not sure what was going on but liking it all the same. As I stroked I started to nibble at the inside of this thighs, he cried out as he spread his meaty legs wider, letting me have more access. I slowed my hand down and began to feast on his balls, there were the size of fucking avocado pits, shaven clean of course, because unlike Eli, he was used to having people service him regularly. I began to lick the underside of his balls and he cooed as he spread his legs further apart. I serviced his balls and moved under them and he gasped as he felt my tongue touch no man's land. That space between the balls and the ass that men freak out, until they actually feel someone lick it, and then they go fucking nuts. “Whaaa...” John slurred as I worked the area over, I could feel him thrashing around on the bed, trying to escape the feeling and trying to push back for more at the same time. I kept this up for awhile, until his moans stopped being those of protest and morphed into pleasure. Then I stopped. “Waittttt.....” he aid, his head looking up, eyes unfocused. “You want more?” He nodded. “Ok, hold on...” I grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his ass, to give me better access to his hole and then went back between his legs. God it was beautiful, there, between those muscles buns, was a tiny, pink little rosebud, just begging to be eaten. I spread his cheeks and leaned in, my tongue danced around the ring and he jerked sharply. “Wai....wha...no....no...” he began to intone, not quite finishing any one word. When I speared my tongue into his hole he grunted and I felt his ass tense up as he clenched it tight. I was insistent, not letting up for a moment as he tried to resist me. “Wait....” he said, sounding half drunk, but more coherent than he had earlier. Fuck what was this guy's tolerance? I stopped and grabbed the mask. “What you doing?” he asked me, looking up at me confused. I put the mask over his face and turned on the poppers. He said something but I couldn't hear him through the plastic. He tried to shake his head free and then just stopped. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as the poppers took hold. Grabbing the lube again I coated his ass and my finger and shoved one digit up into him. He made a sound but I knew from experience, being this fucked up on poppers meant you were dimly aware of what was going on, but you couldn't really connect it to yourself. His ass was like an oven, even relaxed it gripped my finger like a vice. My dick twitched thinking of what it would feel like to have my cock engulfed in it. I took my time, I didn't want to tear anything. This was about pleasure for him, not about inuring him. I wanted him to crave cock, not associate it with pain or blood. Once I got up in there I added a second finger, I needed his ass to be loose enough that even if he started fighting me again, I had access to it. With two fingers I was able to dig deeper, looking for this prostate before the poppers wore all the way off. He was breathing heavy and I could hear noises that sounded like no coming from his mouth. I pushed in even harder and I heard him start to complain then then I grazed it. He froze in place and I could see his cock twitch in response. Pulling back I ran over it again and this time he gasped, bucking his hips back instinctively. “Uh-oh,” I said as I rocked back and forth over his joybutton, “Someone has an itchy ass.” He grunted each time I hit his spot, his protests were silent but his cock was doing all the talking for him. It was standing at full mast, all fucking ten inches of Parker pride, beads of precum had fallen over his fucking abs, smearing it everywhere, making his eight pack glisten. “Your ass itchy John? You feel that itch?” His head was jerking from side to side as his drugged mind tried to come to grips with what it was feeling. “It's itchy right John? Right?” He was not answering so I stopped, and began to pull my fingers from his ass. “Nooooo...” he whined as they slipped free. “Answer me John, do you have an itchy ass?” He hesitated for a moment and then said in a quiet voice, “yes.” “Bad John,” I said slapping his ass, “You know better...” He made a sound when I slapped him so I did it again, and again, and again... “Sorryyyyy!!” he cried out, “I'm sorrryyyy....” I reached up and put the mask on him and gave him a quick hit, before he could zone out I asked, “You want me to scratch it for you? You want me to take care of your itchy ass?” He began to nod and then let out a throaty moan as his head fell back. I shoved three fingers into him and his mouth opened and made a small squeak as I began to fucking assault him anally. At first all he made was small noises and grunt but as the poppers wore off those sounds began to change into, “yaa....ya.....unff.....more...there....right there....” He was moving his ass back best he could to meet my hand, he was too far gone to care with someone had three fingers deep in him, it just felt too good at this point. “Still itchy John? Your ass still itchy?” “Yeah...” he panted, “Itchy...get it...harder...harder...” “You like this John? You like me helping?” “Fuck yeah...get in there....come on....” Well that sounded way too alpha for me. “Nope,” I said pulling my hand out, bringing a look of drugged shock to his face “Why?” “I'm helping you out John, you're the one with the dirty ass. You're the one that needs help, you don't tell me what to do.” “Sorry....am sorry...” “Nope, you need to apologize for real.” “So sorry...please....please....” “What do you want me to do?” “Help me...please...” “Help you want?” “My ass...please...” “Beg me John...” “PLEASE!! I'll do anything...please....” “Anything?” I asked? He nodded. I opened my dresser drawer and brought out the small vibrator I had there it was thin but it had a powerful vibration to it and a remote. Perfect for driving straight jocks insane. I slipped it in his ass and then turned it on to the lowest setting and the effect was like night and day. John whimpered and tried to push back on it, his fucking muscular body jerking all over, trying to get more pleasure than he was getting. I moved up and straddled his chest, slapping his face with my cock. “Open up John.” He opened his eyes and saw my cock right there. “You want my help, open your mouth.” “Please...” “You want me to help you? Then you help me. Open your mouth.” He just locked eyes with me, and even though he was fucked up, there was a line, things he would not do. And normally that would be the end of it. But he was fucked up, in heat and had no way to get himself off. To make my point I turned the vibrator up and his eyes close as he growled in ecstasy. Then I turned it back down. His eyes flew open in a panic and I smiled. “You help me first.” He looked at my cock and then slowly, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes. I smiled as I laid the head of my cock on his tongue. “Get to work.” I barked. And John Parker, 265, linebacker for the Aggies, alpha jock made of pure muscle with a ten inch cock...began to suck me off tentatively at first. But when I turned the vibrator up his tongue began to pick up pace. Within minutes, he was slurping on my cock like a champ. Yeah, his was going to be a good night.

Was feeling extra horny on Saturday and just couldn't deal with another night of disappointing flakes on Grindr so I looked online and to my surprise found out that my favorite bathhouse had reopened, albeit with mask rules and limited hours...5 pm to 1 am. Fuck, it was already past 7. Cleaned out, took a quick shower, threw my stuff in my bag and made the 20 minute drive over the bridge from NJ. When I got there and asked for a room, the prices were cheaper than pre-covid, I guess because of the limited hours. My room was on the 4th floor, which usually means they are pretty busy since they fill the 2nd and 3rd floor rooms before starting on the 4th. Stripped down to my black leather lace up jock, lubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and went looking for some cock. I decided to start in the basement and work my way up, so took the walk down 4 flights of stairs. There was no one in the first basement room with the slings and fuck benches and no one in the shower. It looked like the sauna was turned off and the lights were on in the steam room. The 2 level glory hole room was hopping, though. Everyone had masks on like they were supposed to except the guys who were sucking cocks. I went to the lower level and managed to get a place at one of the holes. I sucked on 2 medium sized white cocks and a fairly large black one, but it was early and seemed like no one wanted to cum yet. Despite me sticking my bare, lubed ass into the aisle, all I got was a couple of gropes, so after the 3rd cock, I made my way upstairs. 1st floor never has any play, it's a common area, so went up another flight to the 2nd floor. There were a couple short hispanic guys in the movie area just sitting and stroking and looking half out of it so I kept going. Saw a couple promising cocks in open rooms that I might have to come back to. Made my way up to the 3rd floor and the dark maze. It was wall to wall people, just flesh everywhere. I started working my way into the maze, getting groped on the way and doing some groping. Finally found a cock that felt like fun. It wasn't really long, but pretty thick. I slipped in front of him and felt his hands reach up and start working my nipples as his cock rubbed through my crack. I took a big hit of poppers and grabbed his cock and started slowly working the fat head into my hole. Goddamn it felt good and he was so patient while I worked my hole open on his cock. Once I felt loose enough, I let go of his cock and braced my hands against the wall in front of me and took another hit of poppers. He took hold of my hips and started giving it to me good. There was a guy on either side of us and one was rubbing my balls and the other was working my nipples. The ball rubbing guy fed me some poppers a few times over the next 10 minutes while I got fucked so good. He grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me up to his chest and said his first words, "I'm gonna breed your slutty little hole." He pounded me for another half a minute and I literally felt his cock throb as he shot inside me. I stayed there until he softened up and slipped out. I started moving towards the light at one end of the maze, but I didn't get past the next little cubby when I felt hands pull me in...very strong, very dark hands. I am such a sub bottom bitch for a strong black man that I didn't resist in the slightest. He pushed me into the cubby and got behind me and bent me over and told me he wanted some of my sloppy white hole. So I took another big hit of poppers and reached back and spread it open for him. He rubbed what felt like a pretty fat cock up and down my crack, using the cum dripping out of me from the last guy to lube himself, the he started pushing it into me. It wasn't as thick as the last guy but it never seemed to end. It had to be 10" long and there was a little resistance when he hit my inner ring, but he pushed through it, but not forcefully. I thought to myself, thank god, a guy with a big cock who knows how to use it. For the next 20 minutes, he gave me one of the best fucks I have had in a long time. His hands were rubbing all over me, talking nasty to me, varying his speed and rhythm, gyrating to hit all my spots, would go gentler when he felt me moving to take a hit of poppers so I didn't spill them...fuck, this guy was amazing. Finally he told me I was a good white bitch and I had earned his load and to get ready for it. He grabbed me by the hair and throat and pulled me back hard into him and held me there while he shot his cum into me. After 5 or 6 little spasms as he finished cumming, he pulled his cock out and told me to clean it. I crouched down to suck my juices off it and my hole was so gaped I could feel a breeze in it as I sucked him clean and his cum dripped out of me. When he thought it was clean enough, he pulled it out of my mouth, smacked my face with it, and walked away, leaving me crouched on the floor.

Part 20 - The Not So Discreet Rendezvous Carrington stood at the window looking over at number 8, Charlie had been gone a long time and darkness was now closing in. He finished dressing and went down for dinner, the manor seemed almost too quiet for words after the manic Saturday. He checked in with Simon then booked himself on the last flight of the day out of London back to Atlanta on Monday evening. Carrington went up to his room and packed his clothes ready, he hated doing last minute things. The door to his bedroom burst open and Harry stood there in his underwear. "Oi Yank" Harry called over "Catch me if you can!" he shouted then bolted out. Carrington ran out towards his room and opened the door "I know you are here" he said giggling. "What the..." Carrington said feeling his clothes being taken off his body from behind. He looked over his shoulder and saw Conrad pull down his trousers then started kissing his legs. Harry closed the door and moved in front of Carrington running his hands across the firm pecs and six pack, his nipples standing slightly erect and thick enticing Harry's mouth that slowly worked licking and sucking gently at them. He felt something warm around his left ankle and tried to look down but Harry was keeping him way to occupied, the same feeling then happened around his right ankle. Gently coaxing Harry away he looked down and found Conrad had put leather padded ankle restraints on him. Carrington pulled Conrad up to his feet then looked at Harry who was holding wrist restraints grinning mischievously nodding for him to hold his wrists out. Carrington grinned 'Not as innocent as you both look' he said grabbing Conrad for a kiss and placing his arms over Conrad's shoulders allowing Harry to put the restraints on. "You wanted to spend the night with us" Conrad said softly, "Now you have no choice". Harry pulled him to the bed looking at Conrad "I like our new sex toy" he cheekily said. Carrington chuckled falling on the bed "Hope you both know I will get my turn" he said. Conrad held up a cock cage "Simon gave me this as well" he said to Harry. "Oh fuck!" Carrington said looking at them both. All the time his attention was drawn to Conrad, Harry had chained his ankles to the bed posts and now moved up to his wrists. He didn't fight it, instead the turn of events this evening was taking were making him so aroused and horny he didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life he had become powerless and now he watched Conrad slipping the cock cage ring in place and tugging at his balls for good measure, moaning in pleasure feeling the cool metal cage encasing his cock and hearing the click of the small durable padlock securing the cock cage in place. Easily filling the cage Carrington twisted his hips moaning with his cock struggling to expand, the sensation was completely drowning him in euphoria and unable to stop the pre-cum oozing out. His moans and cries of pleasure filling the room and hallway disturbing Simon from his work. He went over to the large chest retrieved an item and walked down the to Conrad's bedroom, opening the door he looked at the scene smiling. Carrington's head shot up with a worried look on his face. "He is way to noisy" Simon said walking in handing Conrad the Bishop's head harness. Simon took a photo of Carrington tied down "Just in case you turn down the CEO position". "That is blackmail!" Carrington retorted laughing. Simon guided Conrad putting on the head harness and gagging Carrington's mouth muffling the sound. Simon winked at Carrington then walked out leaving him alone at the mercy of Conrad and Harry. Slowly they worked from his feet licking and kissing, gentle bites all the way up to his nipples. Shots of ecstatic pleasure flooding his body and the feeling of complete sexual delight took over his thoughts. Raising his head up he could feel the cage unlock from around his cock saturated in pre-cum. Harry straddled across Carrington grabbing his cock and easing it in to his arse. The muffled cries of pleasure from the powerful man under him feeling his total arousal forcing its way deep inside his arse, Harry slowly moved his hips and began riding and grinding down on Carrington's cock. Harry rolled his head back kissing Conrad with incredible passion. Slowly his rose off Carrington's cock 'I took his first load this morning, your turn for the first one' he said to Conrad kissing him. Conrad straddled over and eased himself down on Carrington's shaft gasping the more his arse stretched open to take him. Harry kissed Conrad then took the gag off the harness and kissed Carrington, speared deep by Carrington's tongue, Harry could feel the sexual state of Carrington being released through his tongue, devouring his mouth like a possessed man. Carrington looked up at Harry 'Can't hold on' he cried softly lifting his head to kiss Harry again. Conrad moaned louder, the hips under him pushed up in one mighty force catching Conrad by surprise with the expanding cock and hard jolts up coming from his hips. Conrad groaned in pleasure knowing he was getting this load deep in to his body the movement of Carrington's cock in his arse became slicker. Conrad moaned louder almost growling and grinding his arse down hard pushing Carrington's hips back on the bed. Finally Carrington's body relaxed and Conrad climbed off then secured the cock cage on again. This time Conrad and Harry used their fingers exploring every inch of Carrington to find his weak spot and stumbling across it by accident. The crook in the back of his knees instantly drove Carrington wild, the muffled laughing cries and tears streaming out the corner of his eyes, powerless to stop them they attacked each one teasing or torturing Carrington for nearly an hour. Harry retrieved the key and unlocked the cock cage instantly the cock grew ragingly hard springing up in to full erection. Harry took it all in one downward drive riding Carrington erratically for several minutes. He saw the change in Carrington's eyes and the hips pushing. Carrington growled and gave Harry an arse load of his cum, Harry moaned a big smile on his face and waited until Carrington finished his orgasm. He slipped off and reattached the cock cage over the slimy cum coated sexed cock. Conrad straddled across Carrington now and leaning forward removing the gag he kissed him deep moaning. It took a moment for Carrington to realise that Harry was penetrating Conrad. He giggled wishing he could hold Conrad's body whilst Harry fucked him, the sight turning Carrington on even more, he could almost feel the hard thrusts Harry was giving and he loved staring up in to Conrad's eyes during this frenzied sexual moment. It was the biggest teasing he had ever encountered, the two lads having sex over his body and him powerless to get involved. Harry orgasmed pushing Conrad's body flat on to Carrington's and the three shared a kiss in this awkward position. Briefly closing his eyes taking in the delights the bodies above him shuffled and now he had Harry straddled across him getting Conrad's cock. Torn between which one looked hotter getting fucked he decided they both looked better on his cock. Carrington raised his head and licked Harry's lips smiling up at him. Conrad leaned over Harry clasping his arms around Harry's waist humping and fucking him in true doggie style. Conrad looked down at Carrington grinning then hanging his tongue out of his mouth before sticking it in Harry's ear, his hips thrust up ejaculating in to Harry's arse, pulling Harry's face toward him Conrad roughly kissed his lover the pressure release that had built up in Conrad caused his hole to twitch releasing a dribble of Carrington and Harry's cum mixed together running down his leg. Conrad pulled out slowly and Harry rolled on to his back making erotic giggling sounds running his hands over his own body still wildly aroused. Conrad removed the cock cage and ring and untied Carrington. He smiled pulling them both close 'You both better sleep with one eye open or you might find yourself tied up' Carrington said teasing them both. He kissed each one in turn and Conrad turned off the bedside light. "Thank you" Carrington said, "I mean it, I needed this tonight" he yawned. Harry leaned over and kissed Carrington on the mouth "You are so sexy" he said. "Second that" Conrad said kissing Carrington then Harry. It took another few hours of fondling, sucking and kissing before they fell asleep, neither one stirring from their positions all night. Harry was the first to move with the sun coming through the window and turning over on this side, Carrington quickly followed nudging his cock at Harry's arse until he penetrated and pushed him over on to his stomach getting a little revenge. Conrad woke up laying on his side watching them, 'Your next' Carrington told him with an evil grin. Conrad smiled and leaned forward kissing him then slipping a hand under the sheet he stroked Carrington's arse teasing the hole with his finger. Carrington grabbed Conrad and moved over on top of him ramming his cock in hard and pounding Conrad for several minutes before returning to Harry, deciding neither one deserved his cum this morning he pulled out and stood up shooting his load over both their backs then jumped off the bed laughing. Monday morning was frantic around the manor, Harry and Adam left to go back to work. Adam told Simon outright that Conrad and Jamal were coming to London Tuesday evening until Thursday to get the tattoos done they had been discussing for several months and to have sex with his boyfriend. Expecting a back lash from Simon he just smiled and suggested they had afternoon tea at the Mandarin Oriental on Wednesday. It left Adam scratching his head wondering why on earth Simon would be in London. A gentle peace and tranquillity now took over the manor. Conrad and Jamal were busy planting new vegetables in the kitchen garden and now trying their hands at growing herbs that Beth had specifically asked for. Simon was in such a good mood he even paid them both a £10k bonus, the shares in IntecSolutions had gone up since trading started that Monday morning increasing value of his investment substantially. The board meeting finished at 4pm and Carrington was voted in to CEO by majority since Simon and Moham held the majority voting power. Jerry was removed from the company and Carrington was given an order by Simon to relocate the head office functions back to the UK. Carrington agreed and offered to step down once the work was completed but Simon refused asking if he would consider moving to the UK to head it up permanently, jokingly he reminded Carrington of the photo. By the time Carrington left for the airport he had agreed to make a decision once the relocation was completed, a trust between him and Simon that would evolve in to a close business relation and importantly friendship. Carrington had at least 5 months to decide, after all he didn't know if he would like being at the helm of the business. On the plus side his share value had doubled since news broke of him becoming CEO and the business moving back to the UK. It was a long flight back to Atlanta and his thoughts kept going to Charlie, he was so close to getting the one person he had undoubtedly fallen head over heels for, still he struggled to understand why he went for Charlie knowing he was straight. At least he would be busy and that would keep him occupied hopefully to forget about Charlie. Carrington chuckled to himself sipping a glass of red wine, he thought of Conrad and Harry and their amazing time in bed. Maybe moving to the UK wouldn't be so bad. Simon left the manor Tuesday morning looking at some office space in Alton that was only a couple of miles down the road. It needed some work doing on it but would make a perfect base for the companies return to the UK. He spent the rest of Tuesday working with Moham and secured the office space, Simon sold some shares to Moham making then equal shareholders and Carrington was under strict instructions to retain his shareholding and buy Jerry out. With Carrington at the helm, Adam and Harry were going to be asked to take on senior management roles and allowing them to be closer to Conrad and Jamal, Harry would have to retain some work with Moham until he could find a replacement that was just as good in the office and bedroom. Out of the blue that Tuesday number 9 Hibiscus drive went on the market and Simon swooped purchasing it within the hour. It would make an ideal home for Adam and Jamal he thought. Harry he didn't even think of since Conrad had all but moved in to the manor and was a constant but nice annoyance that he enjoyed having around, naturally he was expecting Harry to take up residence at the manor unless Conrad fought him and decided his family home is where he should live. Wednesday afternoon and Conrad was nursing his sore bits having spent several hours at the tattooist, he now had the hibiscus flower and letter J tattooed in colour just above his wrist on the underside of his arm. On his other wrist the scorpion, both items significant for Jack. Adam had the scorpion done in the same place as Conrad and seemed to bear the pain a lot better than Conrad, Jamal wasn't to keen on Adam getting another tattoo but relented since Adam wouldn't do it unless he agreed and Conrad put the pressure on him to say yes. They arrived at the Mandarin Oriental just after 4pm and were escorted to a table where Simon was sat with Moham. After a sumptuous afternoon tea Adam was about to leave with Conrad and Jamal to find Harry and head to his flat, there they would change before heading out to a few gay pubs around Soho. It would be Conrad and Jamal's first time actuall being in a gay bar or anywhere near the scene like this. Walking through the reception just before 6pm Sean entered the hotel. "Well look who it is!" Adam said walking away from Conrad and Jamal towards Sean. "Hello again". Sean nervously smiled "Hello" he replied unsure what to say. "Nice day" he said. Adam chuckled "Didn't know they let porn stars in here" he said quietly. Sean's eyes darted around "Bit fucking posh innit" he replied smiling at Conrad and Jamal. Adam leaned in "I know and I could polish your knob any day" he said giggling. "You are really disgusting, I hope tonight is not going to be like this" Conrad said grinning. "Oh I don't know" Jamal chipped in looking at Conrad with a grin. Sean raised an eyebrow "Oh are you three.. you know going at it?" he asked. Adam smiled "No, were going to a few bars. You meeting someone?" he asked noticing him shuffling. "Yeah" Sean replied. "One of the bidders at the party, we kind of have a date" he said. Adam looked at him "What the Arab...oh crap you having a date with Simon?" he suddenly asked. Sean shrugged "Don't know his name" he confessed checking the time on his phone "I'm late". "Well enjoy" Adam said dragging Conrad and Jamal away with him. "You think he is having a date with Simon?" Conrad asked almost sure that was the case. Adam nodded "He never usually comes to London" he replied. "It isn't Moham so must be". "Did you notice the tattoo?" Adam asked, Conrad shook his head "small biohazard on his arm". "I never noticed that" Conrad said laughing, "He has a lot of tattoos" he said reminding him. "Yeah I know, I only noticed it just now" Adam said sounding chirpy. "Detracts from his perfect body" Jamal said watching Sean walking off. Adam shoved Jamal "You will put out big time tonight for that" he said grinning. Jamal looked at Adam "You are not man enough to handle me" he replied smirking. "Your both just a couple of sissy girl fuckers" Conrad said chuckling. Jamal laughed "You should see me fuck this little oik, fucking screamer" he said to Adam. Adam burst out laughing causing a few people to turn and look at them in disgust from the loudness. Sean made his way through the reception unsure where to exactly go then spotted the guy sat with Moham. A big relief on his part skirting around the numerous people until he was stopped entering the lounge. "May I help you sir?" Adolfo asked standing in front of him. Sean nodded "I am here to meet my friends over there" he said pointing in their direction. "I see" Adolfo replied looking down at his attire, "Wait one moment please sir". He watched Adolfo glide across the room towards the table and lean over addressing the guy with what looked like an awful lot of grovelling and appeasement. Adam looked back and grinned then found the number he was looking for and sent a text to Dexter telling him they would be in Soho this evening if he wanted to join them for a drink. Simon looked up and Adolfo and spoke to him, Adolfo bowed his head and walked back towards Sean. "Yes sir the gentlemen are expecting you" Adolfo confirmed and escorted him over. "Sean glad you made it" Simon said standing up waiting for him to take a seat, "Thank you Adolfo". Sean said hello to Moham, "I thought they were going to throw me out" he said. Simon and Moham chuckled "Not if you here meeting me they won't" Simon reassured him. The usual self confidence of Sean was replaced by a nervous out of his comfort manner, feeling very under dressed sat in the opulent surroundings of the hotel. Effortlessly they moved saying good bye to Moham and in to the elevator up to the top floor and the suite overlooking Hyde Park. Sean made no attempt to admire the surroundings in the exquisite suite instead he roughly grabbed hold of Simon pushing him in to the bedroom. Undressing as he pushed Simon through the door, the sound of cloth tearing with Simon now being the aggressor ripping Sean's t-shirt from his body. Their kissing just as aggressive with their arms vying to get hold of each other's body, Simon getting the upper hand pushed Sean on to his stomach on the bed. His jeans roughly swiped off his buttocks to his knees half trapping his legs. Wasting no time Simon wrangled his cock free and plunged head first, the body under him fucking hard aiming to show who was boss. The east end mouth screaming profanities at Simon in a way that could only be described as teasing and tormenting the aggressor. One hand now holding Sean's head down against the bed, the other holding his lower back giving Simon the momentum needed to pound the shit out of this fucker. The dictionary of profound language spewing from Sean driving Simon on, desperately but in a loving way he wanted to split this guy in half destroying his hole and the incredibly succulent arse cheeks that moved in waves each time he bottomed out in Sean. The tattooed muscled body under him squirmed somewhere between agony and ecstasy with Simon settling in to a rhythm of continuous fast pounding. The sweat dripping down his body falling on to Sean and working himself up in to a frenzy, part of him had forgotten how good another muscled body felt at his mercy. Simon unable to restrain himself jabbed hard and deep, his balls fizzing in their own excitement released. The breeding contractions and pulses felt abnormally strong freezing Simon's body, his hips pressed down hard against Sean's arse flooding his insides grunting madly and thoroughly enjoying his orgasm. His body collapsed on top of Sean the moment the orgasm freed him from his frozen state, releasing his hands that held Sean down on the bed. Raising his head he turned to find Simon's face close to his, instantly their lips attaching in a deep kiss that lasted several minutes. "Hope your poz or on prep" Simon said pulling his cock out and slapping Sean's arse. Sean pointed to his discreet biohazard tattoo "Don't worry" he said confirming his status. "Sorry about your clothes" Simon said picking up the torn t-shirt on the bed. Sean smiled "No your not, I got the impression you didn't like them" he laughed. "I will call down and get you new ones brought up" Simon said laying on his back. "Is that it?" Sean asked a little concerned. "You had your fun now I go?". Simon turned his head towards Sean. "I got news for you I ain't going" Sean said warning him. Simon kissed his neck and shoulder. "By the way I give as good as I get" Sean said smirking. Simon chuckled "I am the man here" he replied stating his stance. Sean laughed easily flipping Simon on to his stomach "Equal partnership" he growled. Simon snapped his eyes open wide, sure enough Sean gave him a pounding that if anything was slightly more aggressive than what he gave Sean. Breaking only to eat a sandwich and take a cooling shower, Simon was finding it incredibly hard to keep his hands off and cock out of Sean. As promised Simon ordered some clothes for Sean who happily pranced around the suite naked then sat on the sofa sharing a bottle of wine with Simon looking out across the darkness of Hyde Park talking. "So is this going to be a one off?" Sean asked putting his glass down. Simon chuckled "I said one date" he replied topping up Sean's glass. Sean shook his head "Nah, you want more of it" he said, "I can tell how much you liked it". Simon smiled "Okay next week, here again" he said committing himself to another date. "Good" Sean replied, "When you asked me if I was poz does that mean you are not on meds?". Simon nodded watching Sean's expression change, "Do you want to date me?" Sean asked. He shuffled looking at his wine glass "Maybe" Simon replied, "I don't want to commit". Sean held Simon's hand "If we do, you have to start taking meds" he said seriously. Simon looked at him and slowly nodded "Agreed" he said making his first real commitment to Sean. Sean grinned "Drink up, I am still horny" he said downing his glass. Sean stood then belched walking over to the window bending over then looking back at Simon who grinned and was already sporting another erection. He didn't need asking and found it wildly thrilling to fuck Sean by the window knowing that anyone who looked up would be able to clearly see what was going on. He was beginning to find Sean even more interesting, his rough cut east end upbringing bordered on coarse, the lack of manners and his arrogance over what people thought made him so god dam sexy. It was a complete contrast to the person he met at the manor and who acted in porn films, clearly having to put on a different face and manners to suit the situation. In truth Sean was a real east end lad and when his front was down Simon found him to be enigmatic on one hand but then also straightforward with no flies on him. They were on their third bar trying to find something more suitable for their evening, Conrad and Jamal feeling like goldfish surrounded by cats pawing at them. It was like the men in the bars could smell fresh meat on the scene. Jamal clinging to Adam finding the whole thing pressing in on him, Conrad fed up with the constant arse feeling and corny one line pick up's grabbed Jamal and walked outside with him leaving their drinks along with Adam and Harry at the bar who were having a blast together. "Hate it" Conrad said standing next to Jamal who nodded. Conrad watched the familiar face walk past then stop "Twin boy" Dexter exclaimed. Conrad grinned "Dex right?" he replied whilst Jamal looked at them both. Dexter nodded "I got a text from Adam saying you were here out for a drink" he explained. "Dam you have one deep voice" Jamal said staring at him. "Oh sorry, Dex this is Jamal" Conrad said introducing them. Dexter smiled "Saw you with Conrad in the garden when I left" he said shaking his hand. "Adam is in the bar with Harry" Conrad said trying to point them out. Dexter nodded "That's okay rather hang out here with you two, I'm not in to gay things just fucking". Conrad and Jamal laughed "Same here" Jamal said with Conrad agreeing. "Hey Dex" Adam shouted in his merry state dragging Harry with him then kissing Jamal. After a flurry of introductions Adam could tell Conrad and Jamal were not engaged or enjoying the bars and suggested they head back to his penthouse. Dexter stood at the window looking at the city amazed by it all with Conrad and Jamal at his side. Adam poured wine for everyone and Harry grabbed the empty bottle sitting on the floor in the lounge 'Come on truth or dare' he called out laughing, everyone walked over and sat around in a circle. Harry spun the bottle and it stopped pointing at Dexter. "Truth or dare Dex?" Harry asked looking at him. Dexter chuckled "Hmm... dare" he bravely responded. Harry giggled "Snog Conrad for one minute" he said unable to keep his face straight. Dexter shrugged his shoulders and leaned over pulling Conrad across Jamal. He looked Conrad in the eye then closed his lips against Conrad's lightly at first until their mouths parted and tongues met. 'Time up' Harry said watching them with a smile, it took Jamal to push them apart to stop them kissing. "My turn to spin then" Dexter said spinning the bottle that landed on Jamal. Harry giggled "God I want to have sex with your voice" he said to Dexter. "Dare" Jamal immediately said laughing. Dexter grinned "In that case suck my cock" he said undoing his jeans. Jamal leant over and took Dexter semi hard cock in his mouth gently caressing at first until Adam piped up telling him to put some effort in to it. "Stop" Dexter said almost busting his load. Jamal spun the bottle that landed on Harry. "Dare" Harry said smiling broadly. Jamal laughed "Strip naked" he said folding his arms expecting Harry to bottle out. Harry stood up and took his shirt and trousers off, then his socks and finally his underwear then sat back down happily stroking his half erect cock looking at Dexter. "Way to easy" Harry said spinning the bottle and it landing at Conrad. Conrad looked at Harry shaking his head "Truth" he said deciding to mix things up. Harry grinned and looked at Dexter "Do you want a threesome with Dexter and I?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad replied spinning the bottle glancing at Dexter who was smiling away to himself. "Oh look" Conrad laughed with it stopping on Dexter "Truth or dare?" he asked. Dexter tapped his chin "Dare" he responded. "Strip naked" Conrad demanded. Dexter obliged revealing his tight fit body to wolf whistles. Dexter spun the bottle landing on Adam. "Truth" Adam said without being asked. "Who do you truthfully love the most?" Dexter asked. Adam nodded to Jamal "Him" he replied. "Then Harry, Conrad and you" he said smiling at Dexter. Adam spun the bottle landing on Jamal. "Truth" Jamal said watching Adam. "What are you thinking right now?" Adam asked. Jamal grinned "That I have had enough of this game and want to fuck you now" he said. Adam stood and hauled Jamal to his feet 'You three can use the spare bedroom' he said already halfway out of the lounge with Jamal and excitement in his voice. "Well that finished quickly" Harry said laying on his back on the floor. Dexter stood "I should head off" he said picking his clothes up. Conrad grabbed Dexter's trouser "No you don't, Harry and I haven't finished with you". Dexter felt Harry's hand gently touching his arse "Are we going to do this?" Dexter asked. Harry sat up and kissed him on the neck "You can go if you feel uneasy about this". Dexter grinned "No way am I passing this opportunity up" he exclaimed. He pushed Harry down on to his back swiftly getting on top and kissing him. Conrad grabbed his phone and filmed Harry and Dexter in the throws of sexual build up, he loved watching Dexter turning Harry in a submissive desperate mess. There was a kind aura about Dexter that was highly sexual, his deep voice and talented tongue and lips that made Harry putty in his hands. Obliviously lost in thought he felt the phone being taken from his, Dexter moved in on Conrad giving him the most incredible kiss. Harry continued the filming of Conrad being kissed down, his body relaxing and pulling Dexter down on top of him. His legs pushing Conrad's open asserting his dominance position grinding his erection against Conrad's. No one really knew who was going to do who and as soon as Dexter released the quivering mess of Conrad he sat up on his knees. Harry came up behind him kissing his neck and shoulders, Conrad composed himself kneeling in front kissing him again. This time it was Dexter who felt the full force of these two lads overwhelming his body. Every time he tried to touch one of them they grabbed his hands holding them still. His head pulled this way to kiss Harry then back to kiss Conrad 'Stop it' he muttered, feeling his hands being let free. Dexter breathed hard "Sorry you nearly made me spunk" he said smiling. Harry and Conrad giggled, "You are both amazing guys, so sexy and just my thing" Dexter said. Conrad caught a glimpse of a lost look in his eyes "You are incredible Dexter" Conrad replied. Harry kissed his neck "Delightful tease and tasty" he said "Never forget that!". Dexter laughed "I am nothing, have nothing. Live from cock to cock that is all" he replied. "Come on let's go to bed and enjoy each other" Conrad said standing up. Dexter grinned "Yeah, want to a bang a load up you both" he said pulling Harry up. Harry and Conrad chuckled escorting Dexter to the bedroom with Harry leading the way. The words Dexter spoke rang hard with Conrad, he couldn't help feeling that life had been unkind to Dexter both where he lived and life the area dealt him. Adam had told him that Dexter had got a pretty good pay out from the party plus Simon's gift, he was also being looked out for by Adam and Moham although nothing had come to fruition yet just Adam's friendship. Adam was holding the money for Dexter since he daren't put the money in his account or his parents would grab and squander it leaving him with nothing. One thing was becoming evident from the last few hours, Dexter was a sound ordinary guy that Harry and he had developed a soft spot for, and he was one hell of a kisser. The three scrambled on the bed and made Dexter toss a coin as to who he was getting first. Conrad was heads and won, the turn of events about to get even more bizarre with the three. Harry sat at the top of the bed and kissed Conrad pushing him towards Dexter 'I want to watch this, make love to him Dexter' he demanded very clearly excited by the thought. Dexter smirked and nodded pulling Conrad in to his arms and instantly engaging in a deep kiss, Harry turned on the video of his phone and set it on the bedside table pointing at Conrad and Dexter. His kissing soon having the desired effect and slowly Dexter lowered Conrad on to his back slipping between his legs. Kissing down his body adding a few bites here and there and pushing his legs up. Slowly working his tongue around the soft globes of his balls lifting the legs higher exposing Conrad's tempting arse. His tongue softly gliding lower and circling around his hole, Conrad gasped softly and moaned, his hands grabbing Harry's feet. Suddenly he let out a cry as a stroke of sheer pleasure ran ragged through his body. The tongue expertly pushed in and out of his hole, licking around the lips then pressing harder until they parted still tightly holding on to the invading tongue. His toes curled feeling like he just wanted to cry tears of happiness and sexual feeling. The cool air hitting his hole as Dexter blew gently then kissed it moving back up his body never once touching his cock adding to the sexual frustration now coursing in his body. Dexter looked down at Conrad who stared up blankly completely out of tune in his world of bliss. The resuming kiss and placement of the cock poised at his hole, the pressure in the kiss and cock tantalisingly increased. Conrad gasped and grabbed hold of Dexter's waist, his hole had opened and allowed Dexter to slip the head in. The discomfort quickly replaced by the intoxicating kiss, his back arching slightly off the bed his toes curling again with Dexter easing his cock deeper in to Conrad's body. His head lifted with Dexter putting an arm around his neck holding him, his other arm and hand rested around the top of his head, their faces so close he looked up in to Dexter's eyes. He raised his eyebrow in an expression of are you ready for me, well tough if you are not. Conrad pushed his head up and kissed him harder, the arms closed around locking Conrad's head in place and allowing Dexter to work his mouth against Conrad's, his hips gently moving his balls rubbing against Conrad's arse. His cock deep inside massaged him internally. Harry picked up the phone and moved it closer wanting to see the facial expressions on them both and was not disappointed. A connection existed that was so strong even Harry could feel it. Conrad's stifled moans from a mouth full of tongue dancing with his. Dexter suddenly increased the speed his hips moved clenching his arse to get each penetration deeper. Dexter broke the kiss easing off his fucking and looked at Harry, he understood straight away leaning forward and kissing Dexter then pulling back allowing him to finish Conrad off. Dexter looked down in to Conrad's eyes and thrusted up harder, his face screwing up and pounding hard and fast letting the orgasm release through his body. Conrad grabbed Dexter's arse cheeks pulling them down, he could feel the jumping cock in his body the pain as Dexter thrusted deeper each time pumping his load out and fertilising Conrad. Dexter groaned pushing up harder against Conrad's body, the pitiful moans of pleasure escaping Conrad his body tingling all over exactly as it does with Harry. Dexter closed his mouth over Conrad's, a noisy wet kiss ensuing and the jabbing of the still hard cock in his arse, Conrad moaned loudly in to their kiss and bucked underneath Dexter expelling his cum between them. Slowly pulling out he finally let go of Conrad who rolled on to his stomach and back several times in a delirious state, grabbing Harry trying to devour his mouth in a hard kiss of love. Harry giggled and pushed Conrad back stroking his head. "Holy shit guys that was amazing to watch" Harry exclaimed kneeling up and dribbling pre-cum. Dexter wiped his forehead "Fuck!" he shouted then looked at Harry, "Can't wait to do you". Harry reach over handing him a bottle of water "Here" he said. "Thanks" Dexter replied taking a hefty swig and handing it to Conrad. He moved over pulling Harry down on to his back "Your turn" he grinned. "Should have warned you both I am a heavy shooter and hard fucker" he said locking Harry in a kiss. Conrad picked up his phone and started filming as Dexter started making his move on Harry, using the same techniques that Conrad had experienced only Harry was even more uncontrollable and wriggle making erotic sounds from his already pent up sexual frustration wanting to cum. Dexter grabbing Harry's arms to stop him moving so much, Harry muttering words that made no sense. Dexter moved up and slipped his cock in to Harry with a bit more force to stop his wriggling. Closing in and securing Harry's head he kissed Conrad then looked down at Harry and grinned so mischievously it almost made Harry cum. His thought soon changed with his mouth forced open in an incredible long kiss. He was stuck not knowing where his pleasure was coming from, his arse getting fucked like a jack hammer or the kiss, his hands moved up and down Dexter's body his fingers gripping leaving small marks in a trail of where his hands had been. His legs pinned up around Dexter's waist. Dexter sped up and rapidly fucked Harry harder keeping him locked in the kiss taking all Harry's moans in to his mouth. His balls tightened and lifting his head above Harry he growled pushing up and holding Harry down feeling his cock erupting another sack load flooding Harry's arse. Harry wrapped his arms around Dexter's body, Dexter's body rubbing against cock forcing him to orgasm and slapping Dexter's back and arse. His body still wriggling underneath Dexter's weight. Dexter gave him the post fuck kiss and pulled out. Harry laid on his back mouth and eyes wide open, his body still reeling from what had just happened. Dexter casually grabbing the bottle of water took another swig and handed it to Harry who had a big smile on his face. Harry sat up "Fuck you are one sexy love machine" he said breathing hard. Dexter chuckled sitting back on the bed between Conrad's legs "I can be rougher". Conrad stroked Dexter's chest "Not even I can do that to him" he said nodding to Harry. Harry laid his head across Dexter's legs "We have incredible intimacy though" he said. Dexter stroked Harry's head "I wouldn't know which one of you to date if you were single". Conrad looked at Harry who smiled "So then have both of us" Conrad said. Dexter laughed "That is just post fuck talk" he said patting Conrad's leg. "No it isn't" Harry replied, "At least stay friends and fuck buddies with us". Dexter stuck his finger in Harry's mouth "I would like that". They both gave Dexter a good seeing to during the night and he made love to them both again in the morning before they had to leave. Harry and Adam were back at work, Dexter went home, Conrad and Jamal headed back to the Mandarin Oriental to have breakfast with Simon before going back to Hampshire. Sean had already gone when the boys arrived and Conrad was quick to pick up that there was something different with Simon.

(This story originally appeared in 2014 on my now defunct tumblr blog) I was in trouble. I was in very, deep, inescapable trouble. Here I was stranded on the side of the road, because I had ignored the last fuel for (x) number of miles signs back near Gallup. All told this was one of the worst places in America to run out of gas. The nearest town’s highlight was a trailer park full of Mormons and a crater from an ancient meteor strike. No fuel for dozens and dozens of miles. And it was getting dark. I popped the hood under the waning light, and opened the trunk; the universal sign of distress on the road. When I opened the trunk I remembered I had an Obama 08 sticker on the bumper. And an HRC equal sign. Given where I was stranded both of those things could make some serious anger come my way. Before I could really think about what to do, I heard a vehicle approaching behind me. Turning to look I spied a pickup truck slowing down as it passed me, then start backing up. The middle aged guy who got out of the driver’s side was amazing. He was easily six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, and his arms looked like he could benchpress my skinny hipster ass. “You need a hand, pal?” he asked, his voice was a clear baritone that made me a little weak in the knees. His jeans were packed full at the crotch and so was the plain, stained t-shirt he wore. “Uh… yeah! I kinda fucked up and didn’t fuel up past Gallup.” “That is a pretty good fuck up.” He chuckled jovially, “I live just up the road and have some fuel I could give ya.” “Really?” I asked, almost incredulously, but I didn’t want to offend either. “Sure.” He shrugged, “Only problem is I’m coming off of a twelve hour shift and might not be able to drive ya back here, so if you don’t mind crashing on my couch?” “Sure, thanks… uhh I’m Matt.” I reached out my hand. He smiled and shook it, “I’m Zeke.” I got a little fascincated by the gray that was creeping into his beard. Fuck this guy was hot. There was a bit of an awkward silence which he broke, “You need to grab anything?” I chuckled, “Yeah, just give me a minute.” I reached into the car and grabbed my laptop bag, my accordion and my backpack. I tossed these into the extended cab to his own upturned eyebrow at the bulky leather case. “What’s in the big case?” he asked curiously. “An accordion.” I said without a hint of irony. Here I was, a twenty four year old, college educated, shaggy haired, skinny musician of obscure instruments with a mustache that has seen waxing recently. I was probably so far outside this guy’s experience he’d probably have me hiking back to my car in less than an hour. As he drove and the miles sank by I began to regret brining the accordion, but it was too fucking expensive to leave in a car overnight in the middle of the desert. “So where are you headed, you playing in a band?” he asked. “Yeah, actually.” I said, “I kind of.” I fumbled over some words then got out, “I’m meeting friends in Flagstaff to play a gig in the park downtown tomorrow night. We’d been practicing back in Dallas for a while and I kinda wanted to drive out here to clear my head before the show.” “Cool.” He said, “What kind of music do you guys play?” I smiled a little bit, here we go! “We’re kind of gypsy punk. There’s a guitarist, a drummer and a bass player, but also a violinist, and me on the accordion.” “Oh!” he said with a boom of recognition, “Like Gogol Bordello!” I was stunned. “Yes! Them and Caravan Palace are our huge influences.” “I love Gogol Bordello.” Zeke announced, turning on his blinker, “I drove to Vegas to see them. Great fuckin show!” We turned up a dark dirt road, in the distance I could see the lights of some houses out on the scrub plain, but with the sun down it was hard to tell where the road began and the darkness ended with the headlights. The truck stopped soon in front of a darkened house, maybe a hundred feet off the main road. We got out and Zeke helped me carry my stuff inside his darkened ranch style home. As lights went on I could tell he lived alone. No woman alive would have put up with exposed beams in the walls, and sheets of dry wall stacked in the living room. “Did you just move in?” I asked. “Yeah… five years ago.” He chuckled, “Wanna beer?” “Absolutely.” I set my stuff down near the couch and he passed me a can of Tecate. He’d been living here for five years and hadn’t gotten much done around the house in the interim due to a demanding job all the way down in Globe. “I moved here for the job from Phoenix, but my boyfriend at the time didn’t want to so we called it quits.” Zeke said, “We still get together whenever I’m in town though.” I breathed a sigh of relief after swallowing some beer, “Oh thank the gods!” I leaned back on the plush couch with a chuckle, “I was afraid my queer ass was going to get kidnapped into a Mormon fringe cult!” Zeke laughed, a big throaty laugh, “You read too much Huffington Post!” That little taunt made me laugh, because it was fucking true, “But seriously,” he dead panned, “They’re in the house down the road.” We laughed some more. A television lay dark, and I asked, “Wanna hear some of my band’s recent practice sessions?” he assented and I hooked the laptop to the flatscreen. I kicked off my sandals so I could crouch to see the HDMI port. “You smoke?” he asked. “Not cigarettes.” “Good!” he got up and disappeared down a hallway. By the time he got back I was pressing play on the sound file. It was one we were proud of; a cover of Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream Its Over”. Zeke sat back on the couch with a tray and a bag of weed. I helped pick out the stems and seeds and we smoked. It was some really good bud. “Yeah,” he said lazily, “I have it mailed from a friend in Oregon. It’s the only thing that can help me unwind these days.” “I just jack off.” I admitted, “I can’t afford to smoke good weed, so I just go without most the time.” We were stretched back and listening to the hyper, jazzy punk that was playing on the speakers. It seemed a little odd being juxtaposed with the heady, relaxing buzz now coursing through our brains, but Zeke was really digging it. “I’m gonna hafta come out and see your show tomorrow,” he said, “this is good. This is a lot more punk than gypsy, but I’m loving it.” He said with a smile and stretched out. The couch wasn’t big, so when he spread his arms over the back of the couch he basically had put his arm around me. I smiled and melted into him a little bit, but not too much to be presumptuous. I nestled into his shoulder and puffed on the last of the joint. “You really got it down to the nub.” He said. “Don’t burn yourself, dude.” “I have nimble fingers.” I admitted, with the best side-eye I could muster. He caught it and smiled, and pulled me into him. “Wanna fuck around, kid” he whispered into my ear and I shivered. I put the roach down on the arm of the couch and cupped my hand on his crotch. “Yeah,” I said with a wicked little grin, I groped him, feeling his growing stiffy and not immediately registering just how thick it was becoming, “weed always makes me horny.” He moaned, deep from his diaphragm and turned my face to his. Our lips met open, and immediately our tongues were getting to know each other. My hand went from groping him to his pec, and I squeezed gently. He pushed me back onto the cushions and moved on top of me, mashing our mouths together, and then making a trail down my neck. I groaned, joyfully. Zeke’s hands went under my They Might Be Giants shirt and tugged it off my head, exposing my pale skin, covered in light brown hair. He made another trail down to my left nipple and sucked it hungrily. I gasped over and over again in sheer pleasure. His hands were undoing my belt and unzipping my pants when he went to my right nipple and slowly started to tug down my pants. He met some resistance as the denim bunched up at my mid thighs. He chuckled, “What the… fucking hipster legging crap!” He declared with no small amount of sarcastic bluster as he tore my pants down my legs and threw them across the room. I laughed giddily. I was in a blue pair of cheap underwear I had dyed myself, and he smirked at the little panties. The older man gripped my growing erection through the cloth and began to jack me. His other hand worked into the leg of the undies and started to fiddle with my hole. I was moaning wildly on his couch when his finger entered me. “You get fucked on the regular, boy?” he asked, with no small amount of authority in his voice. “Yes, sir.” I said, knowing exactly where this was going, and wanting to help it along. “Good.” He said, pulling out his finger, “Bathroom’s down that hall on the right, Fleet enemas are under the sink.” He pointed to the hall and I got up and made use of his facilities. Here I was, on some god forsaken stretch of I-40 about to get my fuzzy hipster ass plowed by a hot rural daddy bear. “And put those little fag panties back on when your done in there!” his voice boomed through the house. I shuddered in expectant delight! I finished put my underwear back on and ventured out into the living room. Zeke stood shirtless, packing a bowl. We each took a hit, and after taking the bowl off of me and placing it on the kitchen island that overlooked the living room he pulled me by the neck into a kiss. His hands ventured back into my briefs and his fingers dove into my crack and across my hole. I whimpered into his kiss. Zeke then shoved me over the back of the sofa and shoved my undies aside, exposing my hairy hole. He shoved a finger into the first knuckle and I gasped. His finger was followed by his tongue and I was a quivering mess hanging onto the back of the couch. He continued to tongue and finger fuck me for a good while, spitting into my hole to help things along when needed. Every time I heard him spit and felt the wetness splat against my crack I’d gasp, knowing what he was prepping me for. Finally he pulled away and dragged me off the couch by my waist. He motioned me to my knees and I came face to face with the monster his genetics had made. His dick was wide as a can of Redbull and nearly a foot long. I gaped, not sure what I’m supposed to do with it and its wide dripping piss slit, when he gripped the back of my hair with his fist and sank his cock in. I choked and he said, “Calm down, and take it. You’re not singing tomorrow, right? So fucking take it!” I repositioned his cock, slightly, and swallowed as it approached my gag reflex. His length sank down, but only so far. I was still a few inches away from his pubes. But he let up on me, content with the progress I’d made, “Good boy. That’s how a good boy sucks his daddy’s dick, isn’t it?” I nodded when I came up for air, “Yes, sir.” He smiled, leaned down and kissed me, “Up. Come on.” He said, and led me down the hall, past the bathroom and into a bedroom strewn with clothes, and dominated by a king size bed. He picked me up and tossed my smaller 5’8” frame onto the bed, and climbed on after kicking off his boots. We made out some more, smoked a bowl from a bed side table, and continued making out as I worked his jeans off his legs. “You play raw or wrapped?” he asked. “I’m on cool.” I said, purposefully not answering him, hoping this man I’d just met would take the lead and breed me deep. “Good.” He said with a smile, “I’m undetectable so we should be good.” “Yes, sir.” I continued kissing him, and groped the monster cock between our bodies. He smiled and led kisses down my furry frame, ending again at my asshole. He pushed my legs up and I gripped them in my arms as his tongue renewed its assault. He grew impatient with the cloth obscuring my hole, so he tore the cheap fabric out of his way. I was shocked, but too turned on to give a shit about cheap briefs. I was clearly in the hands of a master. At forty-five Zeke knew well his craft, and was working me in a frenzy. I needed cock. Desperately; as if I was still the seventeen year old virgin who’d never been fucked. “Oh, god, Zeke… please, uuuuhhh.. fuck me…” “What’d you say, boy?” he spit into my hole. “Fuck me!” I said louder. “With what?” he spit once more. “With your cock!” I moaned, sounding like I was crying, “Fuckin, breed me, daddy!” He dug into the side table and came back with a bottle of lube. He spilled some over my asshole and worked in into me with his fingers, while he lubed his dick with the other hand. Zeke positioned himself and pressed the head of his wide cock to my hole and began to press forward. I opened to him, more easily than I ever had for anyone, and I’d never seen a cock as thick as his. I needed to be rimmed this good from now on, I thought as he began to sink his girth within me. “That’s a good boy!” he moaned with a dopey smile on his bearded face. “Oh daddy.” I uttered, higher pitched than I meant, and amazed at how full my ass had become. He bottomed out and bent over between my legs. I let go of my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. Our mouths met again and we wrapped our arms around each others shoulders, pulling us closer together. He began to hump. Gently, but authoritatively. He claimed me at both ends, with cock and tongue, and I moaned into his mouth with appreciation. I hadn’t been taken like this in over a year, not even by the hot middle aged dude I met busking downtown last summer. Zeke picked up the pace and held himself upright with an elbow on either side of my head. I got the feeling he hadn’t had any ass in a while, given that he lived in Chambers, Arizona, hundreds of miles from the nearest gay bar and surrounded by desert. Despite the long absence of raw boy hole in his life, the man above me lasted a good long while. He’d pump furiously into me, his sweat dripping from his body and face, then slow down and lower his mouth to mine. His perspiration tasted marvelous. A delicacy, and I tasted it on our lips. When he’d backed off from his orgasm long enough he’d start up again. Time became an inconstant. It ceased to have any meaning with my ass and prostate under constant assault by this big bear of a daddy. He fucked me silly. I tried to make words, but they just devolved into moans, groans, and long drawn out vowels. I came twice; a torrent each time erupting from my cock and coating the hair on his chest and belly. He scooped some up each time and tasted, loving the taste of pliant boy juice. After the second time, he began to fuck me hard. And he became a lot more aggressive; which was perfectly fine by me! “Open your mouth, you useless hole.” He demanded. When I opened up, he spit into my mouth. I swallowed. “Again.” He said, not missing a punch to my prostate. His next load of saliva missed and hit me on the face. He spit again, hitting me this time square on the tongue. "Swallow it." I did. A strong hand went to the base of my throat while he wrapped his other arms around my neck. Then the jack rabbiting began. I lost all control of myself, and I came again. I nearly blacked out. My eyes refocused on his face, inches from mine. His breath hot on the side of my face as it screwed up tight and he growled, loudly. He held himself balls deep inside me as he unloaded his seed. His teeth clamped down on the side of my neck and bit down. He wanted to mark me, inside and out. Claim me. And all I could do was hang onto him. To wind my arms and legs tighter around him, moan at the hickey he was leaving on my neck, and marvel at how drained dry my balls were. He reached over to a control behind the bed, and the lights went out. We slept there, just as we lay, with his cock deep inside me. The next morning he fucked me again, with no less vigor. Then we made breakfast and went to take care of my car. Back at the house I updated my bandmates on my arrival time, douched again, and we fucked yet another time. This time, with him holding me by the ass against whatever walls and surfaces we could find. We then loaded up his truck and drove to Flagstaff. The show went well, although it wasn’t a big crowd it was very energetic and was picking up what we were putting down. My bandmates met Zeke at the after party in a bar downtown. Terry, the drummer, instantly saw the appeal. Zeke was also enamored with the almond complexion and bright green Mohawk of the Texas born Lebanese drummer. Zeke had made reservations at the Monte Vista and the three of us went back there and had a wild night. Terry was a bit of a spanking bitch, and we had a good time fucking him at both ends. By the end of the night me and Terry had assholes dripping with cum and Zeke had been seriously satisfied. Terry decided to drive back to Dallas with me and we spent two days at Zeke’s house getting our holes reamed. Zeke broke out his leather gear and we became his bitch boys. I got piss showers from both of them and Terry eventually took his fist. We implored Zeke to think about moving to Dallas. I suppose the absence of our willing holes would prove to make a more convincing case. Only time would tell.

Part Twelve After a long shower and another quick fuck, Sammy and Eli joined me downstairs to share a joint and to strategize. “So how do we get John?” Sammy asked, taking a long drag. “Yeah, I am dying to hear this,” Eli said, taking the joint from his brother. “John is going to be involved, first thing we need to do is find a reason for him to be off the grid for a few days.” “Why?” Sammy asked. “Because it's going to take at least three days to break John, and we can't be worrying that your parents or whatever are going to be asking where he is.” “Three days?” Eli asked shocked, “Why so long?” I took a hit and passed it to Sammy, “Because John isn't like the two of you, he's going to take a lot more work.” “Like us?” Sammy asked. I nodded, “Both of you already had needs, they were just buried under ego and societal expectations.” Sammy looked at Eli shrugged, “I didn't know I wanted this.” “Exactly, you guys had this inside, John doesn't. John is a full blooded alpha. He likes being in control, he doesn't have a deep seated desire to be dominated. I mean he may in fun, like being tied up by a girl or blindfolded, but in the end he will always be in control. He doesn't like losing it, so it won't be as easy as you two.” “If he doesn't want it, then what are you going to do?” Sammy asked. “I am going to break him, hard. That takes time, and all of it uninterrupted. Once we start we can't have him sobering back up to take a phone call and then put him under again. He needs to be put down and then he needs to stay that way until he gives in.” Sammy cocked his head, “What are we going to do to him?” “Well first, we need a cover story for him to be away for a weekend.” “Our parents have a cabin by Lake Travis, we can say we're going there to fish and just have a guy's weekend.” Sammy nodded, “Yeah, if we tell him it's like a Parker brothers weekend, beer, weed and fishing, he'd go for that.” “He'd go for it if you asked,” Eli added, “He does whatever you ask.” Sammy smiled, “I'm the baby, I get whatever I want.” Eli rolled his eyes, “Don't remind me.” “Ok, so you guys can get hi to agree to this? A weekend in bumfuck?” They both nodded. “Perfect, so that will shut your parents and his friends up. Now we need a reason for him to swing by here first.” Eli and Sammy looked at each other and smiled, “Pussy, lots of it.” “If you have girls on tap, he will be here with bells on.” I looked over at Josh and Tony, who were playing Fortnite, “Hey guys, how many chicks can you get here this weekend?” Neither one looked up, “Um, all of them, why what's up?” “We need to have a party this weekend, and there needs to be girls on display.” Josh looked up, “You have a job?” I nodded, “Yep, I need the party as cover.” Tony looked over, “Anyone you're willing share?” “If we can tame him? Oh yeah.” He looked at each other and smiled, “Yeah, we can get as many girls here as you want.” “Enough to make it look like a target rich environment, but not so many that we can't control the flow of traffic.” Tony nodded, “Got it.” I looked back to the brothers, “That work?” “Can we sell John on a party with a ton of girls?” Sammy chuckled, “Yeah, I think we can handle that.” “Cool, I need to call my guy. I don't have any liquid molly, how much does your brother weigh?” “Um, 265 I think,” Eli answered, “Why?” “Because we don't want to over do it. Hey Tony, you remember how much we gave Scott the one time we injected him?” “I think it was 110 mg.” “100 at first, “Josh corrected him, “Then we gave him another 20 booster when he started coming down.” “Sounds good, if we get two 100mg doses, the first will out him under fast, and we can use the other 100 to keep him there all weekend.” “Isn't that dangerous?' Eli asked. “Look, we want to fuck your brother, not kill him. He's too big for us to just slip him a pill, that shit could take up to an hour to affect him and that's too long. We need something that will knock him on his ass almost instantly, he's a big boy, we aren't going to hurt him.” “So we get him here, then what you just stick a needle in him?” That made me laugh, “No, we dose his drink a little, when he's lightheaded we get him upstairs and then we stick him. Once he's under we'll tie him up and get to work.” I could see Sammy was hard from here. “So then we fuck him?” “Patience,” I said, putting my hand over his bulge, “This is going to be a multi step process. We need to dose him, get him into it, and then keep him on the edge until he can't remember what it's like not to be fucked.” “Yeah it's a trip,” Tony said, still playing the game. “At first you're out of it and don't know what's going on but then it goes on for so long, you kind of just accept it and after awhile, you like it. A lot.” “You did it to him?” Eli asked. “Yep, Tony used to be a grade A pussy chaser, didn't you Tony?” “Fuck yeah, tore that shit up.” Eli looked at me, “And now?' “Tony, turn that shit off and get over here.” Tony dropped the controller instantly and stood up. He was another striker on the team, 6'5”, fucking built like fucking moose, not so handsome but his body more than made up for it. He looked like one of those guys who would just kill you for looking at him wrong, because outside of this house he was exactly like that. He walked over and stood in front of me. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” He blushed and then got down on his knees, his hands fumbling for my shorts. Eli and Sammy watched as this mountain of a man fished my cock out and started serving me there, on the living room floor, in front of everyone. He made slobbering noises as he slurped my cock like it was a tootsie roll pop. Sammy openly rubbed his cock thought his shorts, watching this beast humiliate himself by licking the underside of my balls. Without even looking he reached over grabbed Eli's head and pushed it down into his lap. Eli moaned as he mouthed his little brother's cock through the material. “See?” I said, like it was the most normal thing in the world to have two guys service you, “With guys like Eli it's easy, he craves this shit. But Tony here,” I grabbed a chunk of hair and pulled his face up. His mouth was open and drool fell from his side of his mouth as he looked at me with hunger, “Tony here had to be broken and shown what he was put here for. Weren't you Tony?” Tony nodded. “Tony was an alpha before he met me. Now what are you Tony?” “Your cunt,” he answered automatically, “I'm your muscled cunt.” I let him go and he went straight back to my cock like a nursing puppy. “This is what we're going to train John to be. But you have to trust me, it's going to take time and patience.” Sammy and I looked over and saw Josh standing there, watching Eli service his brother, “Can I help?” Sammy pushed Eli back and undid his shorts, freeing his cock, “If you guys can share.” Both Josh and Eli fought for that cock, each one taking a side and licking it up and down, as Sammy looked on with pride. He was becoming quite the little dom, if I do say so myself. The week I spent all of my free time setting the weekend up. I got in touch with my supplier who gave me two syringes of liquid molly, some more liquid THC, five laced joints and a bottle of extra strength poppers that could stun an ox if I wanted to fuck it. I cleared out my room, making sure the bed was secure and that the frame was reinforced because I could believe that if John tried he might be able to cause enough damage to get free. The cherry on my little rape it though was a ventilator mask. It belonged to a CPAP machine but I modified it so now it was connected to the poppers. All I had to do was slip this over his mouth and nose and I could adjust how much poppers to air he was receiving. This should make it nearly impossible for him to be able to get his feet under him to resist. We bought the party supplies but I made sure to get a huge bottle of 190 proof Everclear with a long neck. This was going to be my stop gap when I thought he had too much Molly in his system. Once I had this all set up I went over the plan one more time with Sam and Eli. Eli had brought up the fishing trip, which John had agreed to and then Sammy bitched he didn't want to go because of the party we were throwing. “I told him this was my chance to score with college girls and he laughed and said I had no shot, but we could go anyways,” Sammy told me after school, “He bought it hook, line and sinker.” “Dude, when did you get so good at lying?” I asked. “I've always been a good liar. My parents think I'm a fucking angel, my teachers think I am a model student, trust me, the world sees one thing when I am completely different.” “You're a fucking sadistic fuck,” I said tweaking his nipples. “And you love it,” he said leaning over and kissing me. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but this could fucking kiss. I mean it was soft but aggressive, insistent but not overbearing. It was one of those kisses you got so into you weren't sure when it was over or not. If I knew it wouldn't go to his head I would have asked his secret, but there was no way I was giving this kid any more fuel for that fire. The only other thing that happened that week was I got home from practice and found Eli getting spitroasted by Tony and Scott in the living room. It was hot to see the squeaky clean Eli, who just last week had a girlfriend and a promise ring being grudge fucked by two jocks in broad daylight. I played through and fucked a load into him as well, I swear when we were done I think we were more out of breath than he was. It wasn't until Sammy came over and made him ride his cock on the couch that Eli finally let up. He was becoming the perfect little sub. Friday rolled around and the house was abuzz with energy. The guys were fired up about the party but they were also interested in my project. They had all taken a good look at John the time he was over and they all wanted a crack at that alpha jock's ass. Most of the team showed up and then the girls, by the time the Parkers showed up the party was in full swing. “Told you we were gonna be late!” Sammy said as they walked in the door. John looked around the room and I could see him give the room a sweep, his radar looking for who he wanted to fuck tonight. I'm sure I don't have to explain to you how popular we were right? I mean lacrosse players are like a hybrid baseball and football player. We had toned, firm bodies but more mass than baseball guys had because the sport was a lot more contact than not. So the girls that showed up to climb our cocks were not ugly by no means, and John could tell that at first glance. He saw me and gave me a nod as they walked over. “Nice party,” he said in that bro tone of voice. I looked around, “It's ok, it'll get wilder the later it gets.” He smiled, “Oh yeah?” I smiled back at him, “Oh count on it.” “What's on tap?” “You all want beer? We have vodka and rum too.” “Beer is fine,” John said and Eli and Sammy said the same. I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers and the special one I had whipped up for John. It had the same amount of THC that Eli's Mountain Dew had but John was pure muscle and had an easy 60 pounds on his little brother, so all it would do is loosen him up and make him super buzzed...but not comatose. I had three of these ready, by the third he would be stumbling and slurring, and easy target to get upstairs. I proposed a toast and made sure they all took a long drink before looking around for our trap. “Betty!” I called out to a fucking gorgeous blond with tits that defied gravity, “Have you met the Parker brothers? This is Sammy, Eli...” John held his hand out, “I'm John.” She looked him up and down, “I am sure you are.” They both laughed and she moved closer to him, “You on the team?” “Lacrosse? Nah I'm football baby.” She cooed, “I love football!” “Oh yeah?” he said putting her arm around her. She smiled as he led her over to the couch to talk. “Is she cool?” Sammy asked me. “She comes over sometimes to peg the guys with her strap on. Trust me, she is super cool.” They both watched as their brother sat down with her, thinking he was talking up some random hot chick. No idea she was as twisted as I was when it came to power plays. “She's probably gonna wanna watch us do him at some point, but for now she'll make sure he's drinking and relaxing.” “So what do we do?” Sammy asked, too excited to hide it. “You could go cruise college chicks, I bet you could score one easy.” He rolled his eyes, “Chicks are easy, I want a challenge.” God this kid was liquid sex. “Then chill out, go play COD with the guys and wait for your brother to get wasted.” Eli wandered over to Tony and Josh, who welcomed him like he was part of the team and not jut a cum bucket they used all week while Sammy sat down and grabbed a controller. And I just watched.

(this story originally appeared on my old tumblr blog sometime in 2014 or 2015, new edits applied) Steve knew this was going to be indelicate. As things often were when covering up his dumbass older brother’s mistakes. Fortunately, he had a set of keys to the vehicle that had been junked. All he had to do was talk his way into the junk yard. Easy as pie. He had grown up with Mr McAlister's son Gary and he might be able to pull the right string by bringing a bottle of Jameson. It didn’t go well. Turns out five years away at college can change a place, and the people in it. Drew McAlister is now one of the coordinator’s of Hope Baptist’s AA program. And he didn’t take kindly to the proffered bottle of whiskey. “Sir, I’m very sorry.” Steve had to get a handle on the angry junkyard owner quickly, or he might wind up getting his ass beat, “I haven't talked to Gary in a long time, I didn’t know.” “He tells me you haven’t called him up since you all moved away.” Drew said, his anger finding a new source as his eyes narrowed, “I know full well what happened between you two and frankly I don’t give a cold shit. But when you left you cut off the place that what raised you.” Steve was numb. His dad knew?! And he was right, so he nodded, “I did. I had to do what I could so I wouldn’t wind up like my brother.” That admission seemed to mollify Mr McAlister a little, “I saw you on the news a few years back, you spoke well.” Steve smiled, despite his ongoing fear, “Thank you.” He’d always been frightened of the gruff man from deepest Appalachia. “Quite a few folks started changing their minds about things after seeing you on tv.” “That don’t make things any easier comin home.” Steve said, letting the drawl slip back into his voice… for the moment. “Listen, son.” Drew McAlister said, coming out from around the desk, “Why are you really here.” The younger man hesitated. “Why do you need back inside a car your brother junked weeks ago?” Steve sighed and looked around the small dingy office. It wasn’t likely to be bugged, “You know he’s in jail now, right?” “Uh-huh.” “You know what he’s in jail FOR, right?” Drew nodded, then a dawning of realization crossed his face. He nodded and grabbed his baseball cap off the desk, “Follow me.” They walked out the back door and into the labyrinth of overgrown piles of rusting cars and building materials.Steve had known that some vehicles were worth more for spare parts than they were for the recycling plant in Youngstown, and some of these piles would sit here for decades than be sent to a blast furnace. Fortunately, in better times, his brother Al had invested in a 1975 Dodge Charger. It HAD to be around here somewhere, rusting here after getting totaled. It was proving to be an agreeable summer day and Drew had opened his shirt, letting the ends flutter in the occasional cool breeze. Steve couldn't help but steal a glance at the hot, hairy dad muscle and chub up a little in his shorts. He got control of himself in time to realize that they’d stopped amidst a row of more recent vehicles. “So son, here’s where you gotta make a choice.” Drew was looking down at him, in the alpha male way that had always intimidated him as a teenager. “By all rights it should be your brother here, trying to talk his way out of a stretch in the pen. But he don’t have anything I want, so you better make it worth it.” With these words Mr McAllister began to unfasten his pants. “Fuck.” Steve muttered. “Yeah, that too.” Drew said, not stopping “Now get on your knees and start suckin.” Steve did as he was told before the cock could even escape the white briefs. They were yanked down and the young man breathed deep of the crotch that produced his first boyfriend. All sorts of wild questions flowed through Steve’s mind as his mouth made contact and began to work the hardening cock. I’m sucking my ex-boyfriend’s dad. Fuck. I want him in my ass. Did he and Gary ever… He sucked the eight inches furiously. Like a starving man and his hands were helping, feeling the fuzzy balls with one, while they other trailed up his torso feeling the furry belly and pectorals of a man old enough to be his father. This was beyond what he’d expected of a summer back in his hometown. He had expected to be a social pariah given his vocal advocacy that ran counter to the way most of this town chose to live. He had feared violent reprisal. Instead, the most macho guy in town had him on his knees, and held his head still while he fucked his talented throat. “Damn boy.” Mr McAlister said, “You’re just as good as Gary.” Steve was shocked by these words and met Drew’s eyes. The older man nodded, “Better believe it, boy.” He slid his cock out of his mouth, “Keep your mouth open.” Steve did so, and was rewarded with a load of spit, drooled out of the older man’s mouth and into his own. “Swallow.” He did as ordered, feeling some of this hard man slide down his throat. Drew nodded, “Get naked… Now!” he added with some bluster to his voice when the young, beardless man hesitated. Steve rose and shucked his t-shirt, shorts and sandals in an instant. He had been wearing a jockstrap on account of the walk out to this part of town and was about to pull it down, when Drew raised a hand, “Leave those on, I like jocks. Back on your knees, son.” Steve lowered himself back to the grassy, but graveled ground and opened his mouth for the cock once more. Drew had divested himself of the work shirt, his pants, his underwear, even his boots and socks. They were both bare assed in the middle of a grimy junkyard and Steve couldn’t be happier. The softened cock re-entered his mouth and stayed there,” Look up at me, Steven.” Their eyes met, and Drew sighed a little. Steve immediately registered the taste of warm piss on his tongue and fought off the urge to spew it from his mouth. “Keep eye contact, boy.” Drew ordered and the young man complied, “Good. Now start drinking it.” A questioning look flashed across Steve’s eyes. Sure, he’d been pissed on. Sure, he’d taken piss in his mouth, but he’d never swallowed. Just somehow it seemed a step too far. But if he wanted to keep his brother out of prison, he’d have to be accommodating for his ex-boyfriend’s dad. He swallowed and discovered that it wasn’t so bad at all. The acrid feel continued down his throat but was soon relieved by the next mouthful. Gulping sounds escaped his body and he started to moan. He was getting painfully hard drinking the middle aged man’s piss. “That’s it, boy.” Drew said encouragingly. Watching the younger man’s throat and mouth work swallowing the contents of his bladder, “That’s a good boy.” He moaned as he was starting to harden up, “You’re just as good at that as Gary.” Soon enough the torrent subsided to a trickle, and Steve felt like his guts were full with urine. “Too bad things didn’t work out between you two.” Drew said appraisingly, kneeling down in front of him, “It would have been nice to have two boys in the house.” Their lips met in a kiss and Steve let the thought of living with father and son fuck machines swim in his mind. Gary had been insatiable. Everyday before school in his room, during lunch in the boiler room, then after school behind the band bleachers, Steve had opened his ass to his best friend. Drew’s tongue made his way into his mouth and his arms around his shoulders and it pulled the young man back into the present. Steve moaned into the kiss, so much like his long lost love, but different. The older man wrapped one arm around his lower back and guided him back onto the grass. Steve instinctively raised his legs and wrapped them around Mr McAlister’s waist. “When was the last time you were fucked, son?” Drew asked, coming up for air. “Last week.” Steve answered as the older man rustled in his pants, “I was in Cleveland visiting friends and they both fucked me.” “Good.” Drew said retrieving a tube from his pants pocket. It was vaseline. He squirted some out and began to massage it around Steve’s hole. The younger man whimpered at what was coming. He didn’t normally get barebacked, but knew enough to realize that a condom wouldn’t be a part of the equation today. With his other hand, Drew moved aside the fabric of Steve’s jockstrap and freed his dick. The older man bent down and suckled on it for a while as he eased fingers into Steve’s eager hole. The younger man came close to cumming, but Drew knew when to ease off. He had been lubing his own cock as well and now lined it up to the greased asshole. “You ready, son?” Steve nodded, “Yes, sir.” Drew slipped his head inside and the young blond sighed in satisfaction. He held it there for but a moment and then eased more of it within. Steve’s legs tightened around his waist, and Drew couldn’t help but thrust the rest of his shaft into the welcoming, tight, warmth. He leaned down and kissed the boy as he gasped and moaned on the hard cock inside him, buried to the hilt. Arms wrapped around eachother and held each other tight. Their torsos mashed together and arms holding each other tight. Mr McAlister’s legs were up against the upturned thighs of the young man beneath him. It felt so right, and so good. And Drew began to move. He made gentle, shallow thrusts, not wanting to break the full body contact they had going. The boy felt perfect. Just like his own son when they were together, which was far too seldom these days. Chicago wasn’t far, but work kept them both busy. Drew was now determined to get back there more often. As he thrust into Steven Grady, the son of one of his best friends, and slid his tongue against his, Drew didn’t entertain any ridiculous thoughts of the two lads getting back together and him having four willing holes to choose from. It was just far too unlikely. This was it, and he was going to make the most of it. He was going to make love to this lonely young man and hopefully give him reason to come visit more often. Their mouths mashed loudly, and they were both moaning in the quiet calm of a gentle fuck. But the occasional thrust onto his prostate was driving Steve wild. “Fuck, boy.” Drew said, breaking off and looking into the young man’s eyes, “I’m not going to last much longer.” He said, picking up a little speed. “Oh fuck!” Steve moaned, “Right there! Right at that.. speed… ohhhh… FUUUUUUCK!!” Drew felt the cock between their bodies pulse and seep warm cum, smearing the seed into the hair on their bellies and chests. The asshole around his cock constricted his shaft like a boa constrictor, the pressure on his own dick going past the breaking point. Drew began to thrust uncontrollably, still holding the lad tight about the shoulders. “Gawd! Fuck, boy. Here it comes!” Drew announced into his ear before making several deep, hard thrusts into him and tensing and trembling with each one. Steve held onto the older man as he unloaded his DNA inside his ass. The moaning in his ear subsided as did the trembling, the balls deep thrusts and Steve massaged the shoulders he’d been holding onto for no more than ten minutes or so. Frankly, he was surprised they’d made it three. Mr McAlister was hot, and he’d always thought so. Now one of his teenage fantasies had come true. But he couldn’t keep his original mission out of his mind. “Hey, Mr McAlister?” The older man chuckled as he recovered, “Call me Drew, son.” He laughed, pushing and holding himself up, “You gotta load of my cum up your ass, and my piss in your belly. And I’m still inside ya, boy. So for fuck’s sake, call me Drew.” Steve chuckled, marvelling that the cock inside him still hadn’t gone soft, “Ok.” “What is it?” Drew asked, wondering what thought could have broken the boy out of a post fuck bliss. “It’s nothing that can’t wait.” Steve said, leaning up to draw the middle aged fuck-god into a kiss. There would be plenty of time to get to the shitty old Dodge, grab the bag of meth from under the wheel well and toss it into the Mahoning River. For now, Steve was happy. Full of every fluid a sexy dad could offer and, for now at least, none of it was going anywhere.

way more men have rammed their bare cocks into my sloppy dripping used cumhole when im laying there naked in the bathhouse and just used me to get themselves off

The Workout, Part 2 "You're a little old to be chasing. Most guys do that when they're young and foolish" I replied. "I... I'm not really chasing. I just want to be less paranoid about it" sigmabtm said. I let his words sink in to both of us before I said "I got a good record, so if you're not ready I won't fuck you." The words astounded me and I wondered how they came out of my mouth. It didn't take long for him to respond, saying "If someone is going to do it, I want it from a guy like you." I pulled his tank over his head and then pushed down and forward on both of his shoulders. He knelt on the cushions and braced his hands on the back of the couch, like I'm sure he had done hundreds of times before. My body followed him down and I was on the floor on my knees as I looked at his ass. It was covered in the same fur as his legs and was firm from the daily workouts. I pried his ass cheeks apart and after gazing at my target for a moment, pushed my face in. There was no gasp of surprise nor a quick yelp. This was an ass that had been rimmed for decades. A seasoned pro at feeling tongues, fingers, dicks and maybe a fist or two use it for both person's pleasure. One thing I enjoy is tasting and breathing in the scent of a new guy and our workout had provided a lot of scent to take in. My tongue got to savor the salty taste of his sweat and his own unique pheromone smell. Sigmabtm's hole relaxed as my tongue explored and then gave a quick squeeze when it poked inside. He seemed eager to be penetrated and the more I rimmed him the more I wanted my cock to feel him wrapped around it. I feasted for almost fifteen minutes when my need to fuck started to take over. My tongue lapped up out of the crevice and along his spine until my cock was now riding the crack between each butt cheek. The shaft slid up until my balls hit his ass and then I dragged it back down. "One last chance to change your mind or the next thing you feel is my toxic cock entering you" I said softly. "Fuck me" was all he said. The spit I'd left inside his hole was not nearly enough lube and we both knew it. His ass cheeks pulled back my foreskin and seconds later my head was resting on his outer ring. I could feel it wink and after a few cycles I pushed in as he relaxed. Once past the muscle, I stopped. He let out a moan, showing me just how much he needed this. I kissed the back of his neck and then gave a firm thrust, plowing almost half of my cock inside him. "FUCK! Slow... slow... slow" he said. Most guys that I'd fucked like this just powered through, but sigmabtm wanted a more gentle fuck. He wasn't like most other guys and my gut instinct told me that he'd be a great fuck if I just followed his desires. I withdrew and added another gob of spit to my cock. My hips started to roll working my shaft in deeper with each stroke. The combination of the extra spit, my precum and his experienced hole soon got my balls to bounce off his ass. It may have taken a few extra minutes, but he felt damn good wrapped around my fuckstick. My thighs started to burn from the crouching position that I was in, drilling him with long firm strokes. I leaned forward, placing my chest on his back and fucked several more minutes before I then moved back so I was more upright. I gave a harder shove, driving from head to base in one long stroke and stood there before pulling all the way out. His groan told me that I was at the limit of how hard he wanted me to plow him. We had been fucking like this for almost a half hour and I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand in that position. Rolling him over on to his back, I adjusted him so his ass was hanging over the edge of the leather sofa. He surprised me with his flexibility and had his legs pulled back on either side of his body. The height was perfect and with me back on my knees, I easily slid back into his velvety hole. I stared back into his eyes and could see the lust in them. My strokes started out short and soon I was back to full thrusts. Sigmabtm reached up and started to play with each of my nipples. First with the left, with flicks and pinches and then he moved over to the right. This was a universal sign I had seen from bottoms my whole sex life. They wanted to feel the top's orgasm, flooding their vulnerable body with a potentially deadly load of cum. I fucked faster and faster until he said those magical words "Breed me." I planted my cock as deep as I could and I felt it throb with each shot of cum. We stared into each other's eyes, knowing I was delivering a life altering load deep inside him. I hadn't said anything during our fuck and he had only muttered a few brief phrases. All of our communication was done via gestures or facial expressions. My cock stopped pulsing and stood planted in his hole, holding in all of my viral sperm. After we both came down from our high and our breathing was back to normal, I slowly pulled my cock out. Surprisingly, not much cum came out of his gaping hole. I had planted that load deep. Sigmabtm let go of his legs and I watched as he rolled forward until we were face to face. He gave me a deep kiss that lasted for a few minutes. He pushed me backward and then pulled me to my feet as he stood. He led me over to the bedroom I saw as I had walked in and we laid down. I spooned behind him and he held my hand tightly. Both of us were drained from our double workout and we fell asleep quickly. It was almost midnight when I woke and felt his body against mine. My chest was firmly against his back and my rigid cock was cradled by his muscled ass cheeks. I began to roll my hips, humping him until I felt him start to stir. He was wide awake the instant I forced my cock back into his tight hole. sigmabtm let out a loud whimper as I pushed slowly inside him. His hole was a little slick from the earlier load but not much "Yeah, you need a thick poz dick in you" I whispered in his ear. "Fuck that feels so good. Keep fuckin' me" he replied. "Oh, I ain't stoppin until I dump some more of my charged seed in that neg cunt" I told him, getting another loud whimper and a quick dick squeeze out of him. I pumped him like that, on his side, for several minutes until I slid in all the way and then rolled him on his stomach. "Come on, tell me what you want" I goaded him as my cock started to drive in and out of his hole. "Fuck me with that big poz cock" he said as I churned up what was left of the load from earlier. It felt so good, coating my cock with each thrust. "Give me all of your dick... I need to feel it throb deep inside my cunt" he gasped and soon I was pulling out and sliding back in, making him feel every inch of my cock digging into his hole. "Mmmhmmm... not just a poz dick... a toxic dick" I growled in his ear. He replied "Oh fuck... It feels so good though" and I let out a sinister laugh. I kept long dicking him for a few more minutes. I knew his cock was rock hard and trapped between his body and the bed. My hands held him down as my cock relentlessly plowed into him. I knew from earlier that he didn't like hard fucks, so I was going to fuck until he begged me to breed him. "I'm gonna knock this pussy up" I growled out. My legs spread wider until they were on either side of his hips and gave me better leverage. The thrusts slowed but got a little harder. I played around with the strength, finding the point right below where he started to protest. A little froth from the earlier load circled around my cock and was being replaced by my constantly leaking cock. That cum had done it's job and was soon to be replaced with some fresh virus laden semen. I drove in, blasting past his inner ring and forcing a painful grunt from his mouth. My hips ground against his ass before I returned plowing his cunt. When I drilled deep another time, I'd found his breaking point. "Oh fuck... please... I can't take much more" he cried out. "I told you before, I don't pull out until after I've shot my load. You know what's gonna happen if I keep breeding this hole" I told him coldly. I'm sure he knew but he was just too scared to admit it. He whimpered again without saying it verbally. I wanted to hear him tell me he wanted my charged seed. "It might take 1 load... or two... or ten... or fifty. Everyone is different. The last guy's number was one and I've already given you that. Ready for number two?" I said breathlessly as I started to fuck faster. They were short, fast strokes and I could feel the friction warm up my thickening cock. "Oh god... no... I... I don't want to get pozzed... Please! Don't breed me. Pull out!" he gasped. His body was telling me something different though. I could feel his hole flex around my shaft, trying to coax my charged load from my balls. "Nope... not happening" I replied as my body got frantic as the impending orgasm built up. His hole gave a few hard squeezes and that spurred me on. I fell on to his back and then let the floodgates open. Pulses from my cock shot glob after glob of my sperm into his guts, each with my own primal grunt. He whimpered loudly as my cum filled up his fuck chute knowing that my virus was getting a second chance at claiming him. "Yeah... that's a good daddy. Take my buggy load and let it soak in and become part of you. The new you" I growled in his ear. I had never referred to an older guy that I fucked as a daddy, but it seemed right at that moment. His whimpers turned to moans and I felt his ass milk out a few more spurts while he shot his own load into the sheets. I chuckled and told him "See, getting poz bred turned you the fuck on, didn't it?" Both of us were covered in sweat and since we hadn't showered after our workout, we both had a glorious smell of sweat and cum wafting off our bodies. I rolled us back on our sides, my softening cock still inside his hole and we were back asleep a few minutes later. He was the one that woke first and as he pulled away from me, I opened my eyes. He was scampering out of the bedroom and I followed him. He was walking toward the toilet and as he lifted the seat I said "No. Shower." He gave me a confused look and opened the door to the shower and stepped in. I was right behind and stood in front of him in the center, grabbing my hard shaft and aimed it toward him. It was really stiff and a fountain of dark yellow morning piss started to shoot out, splashing over his tight abs. "Oh fuck!" he yelled out and his softer cock started to spray his own stream of golden piss. He hit my foot and soon started to aim higher. I saw a wicked grin on his face as his stream started coating my balls. We both marked each other with our urine and when our streams both died down, he reached over and turned the shower on. We both basked in the warm water, but my cock was not getting any softer. I turned him to the wall, raising his hands up on either side of my head and once again pressed against his back. "Oh fuck" he cried out as I pushed my cock between his ass cheeks. "It would be a shame to waste this" I whispered over the rain from the shower head. He was tight once again, but with a little spurt of piss I slipped inside. He whimpered once again, but didn't object to my bare cock inside his unprotected hole. My hips rolled and I plowed deeper into his hole. He let out a painful groan and I realized that my midnight load was now absorbed into his soft hole. I tried to push out a little more piss but that didn't seem to work. A few more strokes, though, and my lube machine was leaking once again inside him. Holding his hands against the wall and my chin on his shoulder, next to his head, my hips did most of the work. Starting slow, I built up speed and then slowed down again. I did this a few more times until my balls signaled that it was time to add another charged load to his hole. My cock started to unload as I was thrusting in, spraying my toxic spunk from just inside his outer ring all the way in until I was balls deep. Twitch after twitch from my cock signaled my balls were emptying all of their infected cream inside him. Just like the first fuck the night before, nothing was really said between us as I fucked and bred him again. I stayed planted in him for a minute after the last spurt and then slowly pulled out. We showered and playfully washed each other off, but I left him dripping my hot seed. After we dried off, I found my gym bag and dug out a clean pair of shorts and a tee. I put my sweats back on and then pulled my long sleeved tee over my head before grabbing my bag. He was standing there naked watching me, not saying a word. When I got to his front door, I said "That was a good workout. Let me know when we can do it again. Maybe Wednesday night?" He looked a little shocked and mumbled out "Uh... yeah. I'll see." The door shut behind me and I hurried back to my condo, getting in with just enough time to throw on a company polo shirt and sign in for the video conference. I'd be good as long as I didn't stand up and show off my sweatpants. About 45 minutes in and I heard my personal laptop chirp. I looked and there was a message from sigmabtm. "Booked Wed 7pm."

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The Workout I laid in bed after the alarm went off and thought about the past few months. My original "one fuck should hold me for a few weeks" lasted one fuck. As the virus got more prevalent in my blood the more I needed to fuck. Most of the guys knew my status and some others seemed to actively avoid the topic so I never pushed it. I could tell by their comments whether they were worried about catching something other than Covid and most weren't. I grabbed my phone and looked at the text messages I had. A couple were from people at work, one from my brother and one from Tim. "Dad got his first confirmed victim since he stopped his meds. He's like a kid at xmas" was his message. "Sweet. How about u?" I replied. While I saw him fuck Dragonboy and his cousin, I didn't know how active he had been since he converted and whether he was spreading my bug. I caught up on emails and news and got out of bed. I decided that I wasn't going to shower for a few days and get a nice scent brewing on my body. I'd only shower if I had a hookup that didn't want some smells to go with it. Work kept me busy most of the day and I looked up and it was after 2pm and I hadn't had lunch yet. Sitting down on the couch I noshed on my sandwich. I felt a pull from my laptop and while I wasn't planning on cruising online, I quickly found myself browsing. I had a few messages from guys which I read through pretty quickly. The three day old faceless profile with a one word description of "horny" didn't even warrant a reply. A couple more were from guys that just didn't appeal to me and I sent off "No thanks" messages. One was from a guy that I'd chatted to for over a year and we never could hookup. The other two I replied to and had just hit send on the second one when my phone buzzed. "thx for hooking my cousin up with the runner. He's done him 2 more times so far" came the message from Dragonboy. A smile came over my face, knowing I had done the right thing forwarding on Allcum4me2's contact info. My job was complete and it was now the cousin's turn to make sure there was at least one more guy in the club. It did surprise me how eager he was and I wondered why. Was it the right guy I picked out or did he just need to go out and infect any guy he could. I also wondered if Dragonboy was really still neg and how many more loads it would take to convert him. I'd long since blown past my "3's the limit" with him and really wanted to make sure he never shot another neg load. Not that it would matter, since he was a total bottom. The browser on the laptop flashed the window, indicating another message had come in. As usual, I took a look at the profile before reading the message. Normally, I'm not interested in guys more than five years older than me and this guy was eleven. And that was if he used his real age. The pics, though, were pretty good. At first I thought they might be 10 or more years old, except that one was of him next to a statue downtown that I knew had been put up a year ago. He (sigmabtm79) looked like a white version of me - the same height, the same build, similar chest hair with a nice trail that led to a fat uncut cock like mine, his head was shaved with a trimmed beard. There were a few differences aside from the shade of our skin. He had a few piercings (a septum ring and both ears) and a couple star tattoos - one on each forearm. Oh, and he was neg and a versatile bottom. "Hi. I like your profile. I think I've seen you at a few places, Steam and working out at Warehouse 32 Fitness" his message read. After thinking about it a few minutes, I really hadn't remembered seeing him at either the bathhouse or gym. "Hey, thanks. I like yours too. Haven't hit either place since lockdown. I miss em" I replied. "Me too. At least my building's gym reopened a month ago" he sent back right away. "I wish. All mine has is a sauna. Used it a few times n got sweaty without the steam ;)" I countered. "Lucky guy(s). You could come over some time and use the gym here and get sweaty" he responded. Grinning, I typed out "I might have to. Running stairs, crunches and push-ups isn't doing it for me. I like having something to look at to keep my mind exercised along with my muscles." "Let me know when. It's always deserted, but there's a 6 person limit and I have to sign up" he replied. I thought about it and realized I would be stupid to not take him up on the offer. At the least I'd get a free gym to workout in and maybe even a new fuckbuddy. I replied "Sure. How about tonight? Any time after 6:30." I didn't get a reply for the next five minutes and I figured I'd lost him. I did another lap around the sites and didn't see anything interesting. I was about to close my laptop and go back to work when I got a message from him. "7PM. 1hr max, sorry" he replied. A few more messages and I knew where to meet sigmabtm. He was waiting for me on the sidewalk as I arrived a few minutes early. He was wearing sweatpants and a zip-up nylon jacket covering up his body, a mask that covered most of his face and a baseball cap. Still, I knew it was him from the size and shape and the lack of anyone else standing around. I followed him inside his building and into the elevator which we took up to the fourth floor. He swiped a badge and we walked into a nicely laid out gym area. It was probably a tenth of the size of my regular gym, but it had most of the amenities. There was a twenty-something woman doing some yoga in the corner and us. Sigmabtm took me into a small locker room and I took off my sweatpants and long sleeve t-shirt and put them into the small gym bag I had brought over. He took off his sweats and jacket, revealing some compression shorts and a low cut tank top that showed a lot of skin and his trimmed fur. He pulled his mask off and smiled back at me. He looked good, maybe even better than the pics I saw on his profile. Once back in the gym area we did a few stretches and then started out slow. Slow didn't seem to last too long and when I watched the woman leave, sigmabtm increased the rate of our workout. First there were some bench presses and then we worked on some obliques. We chatted a bit and I found out he played baseball in college and used to be a personal trainer but gave it up for a boring job at a bank for a bigger and more steady income. A few minutes later, he pulled his tank top off to reveal his nicely muscled body. While he didn't have perfect washboard abs, they were damn close and I hoped my body looked that good in ten years. I took my sleeveless tee off too and he grinned as he walked over to the treadmills. As he passed, he pinched my left nip which helped fill the pouch of my jockstrap. We started to jog on the inclined treadmill and soon settled in to a nice pace. Sigmabtm looked over as we jogged and I could tell he wanted to say something but kept stopping himself from speaking. Finally, he said "So, is it true that the guys that have 'ask me' on their profiles are all poz?" It was hard to keep my stride and I almost tripped before I recovered and looked over at him quickly. "I doubt all are. Some probably never get tested, some like to keep things private and I'm sure some are poz, both undetectable and toxic. Why?" I asked back slightly flustered. "Just asking. Your profile says 'ask me' when it didn't used to... and I heard some comments from guys at the bathhouse who said you're poz" he replied with a sly grin. Obviously he knew something about my status and even some of my history but still wanted to meet, so he must not be bothered by it. "Someone has been checking me out for a while" I replied, getting back to my normal stride. I looked around and we were still the only people in the gym. I even increased the incline a little before adding "I was undetectable, as you saw on my profile. I changed my them when I ran out of meds and the doctor couldn't refill the 'script. I didn't really know what my status was so it seemed the right thing to do." "Poz, either way. Right? Unless you found the cure" he replied with a laugh. We kept jogging for a few more minutes and then he said "You never changed it back, so I assume you aren't back on meds, yet. Or do you just like to make guys guess?" I'd never had this kind of frank discussion of my recent history before. I had told guys it, but that was right before I was about to fuck them. This was like two guys chatting about the football season as they worked out. I wasn't even sure what answer he wanted to hear - undetectable so that we could fuck like rabbits and he wouldn't get infected, or toxic because he wanted to take a charged load. "It took a while to finally get tested and get the new prescription. Some riots and this covid thing kinda slowed things down" I replied. I almost saw a hint of sadness before he asked "Ah, so you're back on meds?" I laughed to myself, finding myself in the exact same situation as before. Did he prefer me to be toxic or undetectable. Or maybe even unknown and waiting for my next test to find out if I still was viral. "I got em, I just haven't started taking them yet" I replied as I slowed my pace back down to a walk and then hopped off the treadmill. He looked over at me and slowed down as well. He seemed unsure how to keep the conversation going. I'd answered the question with the same clinical attitude that the rest of our talk had. sigmabtm got off the treadmill and stood facing me. "I assume that you've been keeping to yourself during this whole time. I mean, with covid and your immune system, it wouldn't be good for you to be... uh... active" he said, staring back at me. "Not as much as I should have. But guys have needs, right? As long as you're careful a few hookups can keep you sane, as far as I'm concerned" I replied, with an sly grin. His eyes got bigger and his jaw dropped a bit. He stared at my near naked body, watching the sweat drip down my face and chest, the bulge in my shorts and my glistening, muscled legs. He looked back at my face and asked "You played safe?" "You've seen my profile. I never do. And I never pull out. Why waste a good load?" I said back to him, calmly. "Shit" he said quietly before looking up at the clock. "Uh we only have a few minutes... They're kind of strict on limiting people to one hour, even if no one is scheduled or waiting. Anything you want to work on before we have to go? " he said, apologetically. I muttered quietly "Your ass" before saying "Let's just finish up with a few presses. I need to build my arms back up. Spot me?" We went over and I added another ten pounds on the barbell and took my place on the bench. sigmabtm stood there in position and I looked at the pronounced bulge in his shorts as I started my reps. I made it to twenty and then set the bar back on the stand. We swapped spots and I was spotting him. I saw him lick his lips as he looked up at my crotch before lifting the bar and starting his reps. "You fucked with other poz guys?" he asked as he paused his lift. I replied "Not really." He seemed distracted as he put the bar back after only 14 pumps. "Uh, we gotta get out of here. I don't want to lose my gym privs and they're really being hard asses" sigmabtm said. We headed back to the locker room and once inside he said "Can't use the showers here, but you can rinse off at my place if you want." "Sure, sounds good" I replied, putting my sleeveless tee and sweatpants back on. I followed him out of the gym and up to his condo. When the door clicked shut, sigmabtm turned and pushed me against the wall and planted his lips on mine. It was an intense, but short, kiss. "God you're a fucking stud" he growled out before leading me inside the condo. Now, it was time for me to take charge. We got into the living room and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Slowly, I pushed him to the couch and grabbed his shorts with my free hand and tugged them down. It took a little work, but once past his hips, they rolled down. Another tug and they cleared his muscular thighs and were at his feet. Leaning in close, I wrapped my arm around his waist and found his cock pointing straight out. I whispered into his ear "You know I'm poz, you know I'm toxic, you know I only fuck raw. You want this, don't you?" It only took a second, but he whimpered out "Yes, sir" He moaned as my other hand felt over his firm ass. I sucked on his earlobe, flicking my tongue over the stud before pulling back and letting it pop past my lips. "Are you on prep?" I asked in a whisper, keeping our conversation low. It's not like anyone else was there in the condo to hear and the windows were closed. He slowly shook his head 'no' before adding "I stopped last year."

fuck this sounds good - let's all forget our troubles and fuck fuck fuck

"normal" is the most useless word I can think of to describe human behavior in cases like this. You have choices: 1. Ask him to shower/clean up after sex with others so that your time with him is free of reminders of other men. If you don't, you can 2. Accept that this is how he treats his partners, and cope with it, or 3. Break up with him. Wondering if it's "normal" is a stupid, pointless waste of time. It doesn't matter if that's what 99.99% of other couples do, or if he's the only one. It's what you two do, and what you accept from each other, that matters. Period.

I do HIV Testing & Outreach for a Non-Profit 🤔🤣

Two more loads from another fb about a half hour after the other fb i wrote about yesterday left three. It was a surprise. a guy i had hooked up with about a year ago just recently showed up at my door a few weeks ago. He only had a short time and i sucked him off. Before he left, he asked for my phone number. He put it in his phone, then called me, but i didn't label it, so i didn't know it was his. He called me yesterday right when another fb was breeding me, of course i ignored it. Then he called again after the other FB was gone, so i answered and he asked if i wanted hook. i said yeah, and he told me he was waiting on my front porch lol. i opened the front door naked, clenching and holding the other three loads in, and lead him back into my bedroom. i don't think he has a lot of experience, he doesn't really understand what a total bottom is and he pushed me down on the bed and went to sucking me. i have enough sub in me that i let him, but he didn't really connect that i don't connect that way and stayed soft and small... he didn't understand. i flipped and sucked him, which he really liked and i told him about the loads in my pussy and asked if he wanted to fuck. Wow, He ended up fucking me for about an hour and a half and added his own load to what was there... i love how you can tell, even when a guy is a silent cummer, because my hole was suddenly wetter and sloppier. He was one of those guys who stays hard after cumming and just kept going, i was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, which just seemed to drive him on. He got close to making me cum a couple of times that way, but then would change the thrust and i didn't. He pulled out and asked me to suck the cum off his cock and he wanted to cum down my throat too. That took awhile, but he came hard, holding my head and his cock in my throat. Sweet guy.

Totally agree. I started off with safe sex, having the top wear a rubber. Then this guy stealthed me in my hotel room in FL for a conference. When he went to take a shower, I went to the mirror and saw his huge load trickling down my leg. It was such a huge turn-on - I’ve been 100% Raw ever since. Even seeing a condom in Porn is a total turn-off.

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

Getting in on a weekend had been my goal for about two years now but I had never succeeded. Thursdays however were easy, there was no bouncer and as long as you didn’t try to buy anything alcoholic at the bar the staff would leave you alone. That’s when my friends and I would go. We’d be there with a good crowd, mainly our age, with the old guys watching us from corners and leaning up against walls ogling the young meat on the dancefloor. The old guys, meaning anyone over 30, scared me. Everyone scared me to be honest as I wasn’t fully out, so my two friends usually gave in to me wanting to dance in one of the dark corners where I wouldn’t have to make eye contact with anyone. We’d stay in the corner, dancing, until the lights went up and then I’d go home and wank off to the fantasy of being whisked off my feet and having hot sex with someone, or just sex with anyone! I wasn't a virging but I'd only had awkward sex. Sex where I couldn't really look the guy in the eye during or afterwards, sex where I ran as soon as I'd cum. I had lots of fantasies though, my biggest being to be dominated so badly that the guy I would blow would actually cum down my throat. My naivete and desperation coupled with the alcohol was now about to get me in big, big trouble… I couldn’t believe he was kissing me back! This incredibly gorgeous man was kissing me back! I started to melt and fall back into his arms when he pushed me off. “What do you think you’re doing?” he scowled at me. “You just stand there and kiss me right in front of my boyfriend?!” His friend, erm his boyfriend, now stopped laughing and scowled at me as well or was he trying to contain laughter? “I asked you how you were going to repay me and you reply by insulting me and my boyfriend, even after I saved you and prevented you from looking like a total idiot! You would have fallen completely on your face if it hadn’t been for me.” I was completely mortified and all dreams of being with this man now flew out the window. People were actually looking at us and omg they had actually seen me kiss him! I had kissed a man in public. FUCK! I didn’t see anyone I recognized so I decided to bolt. I made it one step before he grabbed me. “Where the fuck are you going? I ASKED you, How. Are. You. Going. To. REPAY ME?!” Now he looked almost angry... Again engulfed in his scent, hard as a rock leaking precum I stuttered “Aa a aanything y y yy you wwwant!” “Anything I want what, boy?!” Now I was totally stumped. What did he mean? “Wha whe wha” I stammered. “Anything I want WHAT, BOY!?” he repeated now only inches from my face. Then it dawned on me. This was in my favorite porn movie! A scene where a large muscular daddy wearing leather had fucked a younger twink and made him do all kinds of slutty things. The leather daddy had called him "Boy" and the twink had called him… “Aa aann aanything yy yyou wantttt, Sir?” “ Good boy!” he smirked, tenderly stroking my cheek. That’s when I shot my first load of the evening...

**Note - this story continues from the Lockdown Project, over in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION ** Sarah took up my offer to help her unload the rest of the stuff from the van. She explained that her fiancé was going to be there but a work call had meant he'd actually had to go into the office rather than work from home as was the new "normal". I didn't bother to change out of my running shorts and singlet. She seemed to like them, judging by the discreet glances she was giving me when she thought I wasn't looking, and that suited me fine. There really wasn't that much stuff and we soon had it all upstairs and into Jake's old flat. It was still a hot day, for the time of year and when we were done Sarah invited me in for a drink. "What can I get you?" "A cold beer would go down nicely, if you have one". She grabbed me a fancy lager from the fridge and we both sat down on the only piece of furniture, a small two seater sofa. I sat there with my legs splayed, taking up most of the space as she started to tell me about herself and her other half, Josh. She worked as a designer but was furloughed and didn't expect to go back to her job. Her other half was a computer game designer and they'd been together for eight years (I guessed she was about 25, which would make them university sweethearts, most likely). They were trying for a baby, had been for three years now, she thought that this was the month but hadn't told Josh yet, in case. They had been renting somewhere they couldn't afford... ..."and then we got this place, when Josh's brother died. It was so sad, not that I knew him as they never spoke to each other, didn't even acknowledge each other. They say when twins fall out it's pretty severe, don't they?" I'd been taking in her cute boyish looks, mousy short hair, cute button nose and pale skin. My ears pricked up at this news though. "Yeh, I guess so. They were identical twins?" "Yep, though I never even knew about him until we heard the news". I felt blood rushing to my cock at this news, thinking about how cute Josh must be. I let her ramble on as I thought back to Jake's cute little body and how my fertile cock had eaten him alive. "?!!" Sarah had stopped talking. She was staring at my cock. Two inches of which were now fully free of my runners. My PA shining as a dribble of pre ran down it. "Lick it" "?" "Lick it" She hesitated, but only for a second and then leaned over, delicately lapping at the heavy metal in my cock and lapping up my potent pre. I shifted round to give better access and she was soon sucking on my swollen head, which filled her mouth. As she crouched between my thighs, I sat up a little and reached round her, my hand sliding inside her jogging bottoms and into her underwear. My big finger was soon parting her shaven lips and feeling her wetness inside. She was trying to take more of me in her mouth but it was clear that wasn't going to happen without some force on my part and I didn't want to scare her at this point. Instead, I pulled her up to my face and began kissing her deeply as my cock dribbled over her still clothed crotch. "let's go to your bedroom" "I can't...Josh.." "I won't tell him. You already said he's out all day" "um...but you are so big" I didn't blush, just scooped her up and carried her through to the bedroom, stripping her bottom half as we went. Once I'd dumped her on the bed I stripped off completely. She got the message and shucked her t shirt revealing her little breasts (no bra required). Then I was on her, pushing her into the bed beneath me, letting her feel my size and strength, letting my cock probe its target. She squirmed under me... "mmm, you feel so big" "bigger than Josh?" "your cock head is bigger than his whole dick" "fuck, and this maggot has knocked you up?", I sat back and touched her firm little tummy, my cock sitting lazily on her labia "I think so..." I slapped her lips with my weapon, letting my PA slip through her fleshy embrace. "Gonna let me in?" "if you put a condom on" "aww, spoil sport...thought you were already knocked up?". I squished her opening under my cock head, letting my pre lube her up a bit "I only think I am". She was rummaging through the bedside draw and quickly grabbed a durex which she passed to me I gave her my sad face but ripped open the packet and rolled it onto my rod. The standard size jonny came about halfway down my cock once my PA and girth were taken into account. "Got any lube?" She rooted through the drawer but without luck. I spotted her little tub of vaseline and smeared a big dollop just inside her opening, she squirmed with the cold feeling of it. I grabbed hold of her feet, holding her ankles in one hand and pushing her legs in the air as I worked the latex eating lube into her and then over my bull cock before lining it up with her and quickly filling her with several inches of cock head. She was tight, if not virginal, and groaning around my girth and I rested there while she enjoyed the fullness. After a while I lowered her feet a little and slowly let her impale on me, She was even tighter as I got deeper in so I took it really slowly so that she would love the sensations that she was feeling. Some minutes later I was about two thirds in but bottoming out, the condom safely inside her. This only happens with women - with guys, you can always go deeper but with a women, there's only so far you can go. Her cervix was almost a solid wall, I pushed against it but it only caused both of us discomfort. I changed my angle slightly, rubbing up and down that internal barrier, keeping up a little pressure. I could feel her lubing up in there and then a slight deepening as my PA found her cervix, before pulling out to give her a little break. I let her feet go, so that I could lie on her in the missionary, kissing her deeply as I let my hips pump my shaft in and out and pinning her to the bed with my weight. Gradually building up the pace and never pulling all the way out. I instructed her to tense on the out stroke and in no time the rubber was just snagged on my cock head. Although it was too tight to fall off, the bare shaft felt so much better in her and I started asking her how I felt compared to her runt of a fiancé. Clearly, I felt a hell of a lot better as she was getting seriously worked up, squirting round my cock as I ploughed her receptive furrow. My mind flipped to Josh's weak neg sperm that had somehow swam deep into her from it's lowly starting point and, even less likely, was maybe now in the process of passing on his inferior genetics to her. I knew from experience that my own load, delivered right to her gate, would certainly do the job, if it wasn't too late. I envisaged my own seed bursting in, killing off Josh's and taking its rightful place to produce a big poz baby in this delicious little fuckee, getting myself worked up in the process so that I was now hammering into this little chick without a care. As I was doing so, Sarah began to build up to another climax and I once again probed her inner wall. This time it felt different. The rubber had shredded. My PA rubbed against the cervix, poking in through the narrow slit - it felt like a pulling, snagging sensation on my dick and I knew exactly where I was. I had slowed right down, on the very edge of orgasm... "oh baby...I'm gonna cum, plant my seed in you" "mmmmm....yes...please....fuck me" My cock swelled and flexed as her legs gripped me tightly and my poz tadpoles were launched straight into their target,. So deep, I knew she wouldn't feel them, besides, she was just coming down from her own climax....

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.....

What a beautifully crafted chapter! Hasn't our boy Conrad blossomed in a few short months. He has shown his darker side with this introduction to B&D. I loved it !! In the back of my mind I have a nagging feeling of sadness, as I feel like this incredible tale is drawing closer to it's conclusion. It's so easy to fall for characters that have been so skillfully written that they've been fixed in my heart. I can take comfort, knowing there are a few little threads to this tale that need to be tied up 🙂 I have LOVED every word you have written.

Another amazing chapter @losolent!!!

I'm older, he is younger and said "fuck me daddy" I'd fuck and breed him too! Sounds hot. You did the right thing! hehe

This morning, BBRT group hotel hookup. Got to his room and found him on all 4s. Fukkin beaut big beefy ass - hairyest I’ve had in a while. His hole was fleshy and swollen, it had clearly taken a pounding all night. Sperm leaking out his hole and running down his balls. Fukkin beautiful sight. I went in ball’s deep in one thrust. He was full of man seed. My balls were covered in sperm as I fucked him. I shot my load deep inside him. He told me I was load number 9 and he was expecting 2 or 3 more breeders after me.

That's all you are good for You don't have friends just cocks

nah. i just come on here to post smut and poke bears in the political forum

Damn you best summed up how I was thinking. I luv active participant tops so much! Talk dirty to me be more involved and for some reason I'm able to relax an open up. Guys who don't talk just pound away causes my ass to clench and I hope he cums quickly so I can move on.

I really think this story (or something like it) needs to be pitched to one of the major porn studios so they can bring it to life. There is nothing quite like it in the entire porn output, hitting so many targets at once: rubber porn, poz porn, military porn, horror/sci-fi porn, and suspense porn. Let me ask around to the studios and see who would do this. But keep this story going! Also, read back through the chapters. None of the monsters actually speak once converted. Hmmm...

Cool question... from both sides of the flip. my first cock didn't hurt... i discovered my ass as a sex organ at 7 with an enema nozzle and after that, everything i saw that was remotely shaft or cock shaped went into me. i straddled the guy and just went for it. He knew i was a virgin and said: "whoa, wait a minute" and ran and got some Vaseline Intensive care lotion. my memory of that was how full i felt. Guys who don't have a clue (or do and don't care) can cause searing pain if they just slam into an unopened hole. i think this is one of the ways where a mans pussy and a womans pussy probably differ the most? An ass is designed to open and close over and over, a woman's vagina is and opening only, not an opening and closure. i've taken a few thousand cocks, and i have been purposely gaped (over time) by a Top fb. i don't close up like i did before cock, so a guy who slams into me can bring a tear to my eye and cause me to bite my mattress... but i know that'll pass, so i just breath into the pain till it transforms to pleasure. Not many guys do that... i take it, but i don't appreciate it. Bullies don't impress me as powerful, but instead strike me as weak and sort of childish. Just my take, feels kind of school yard. The best fucks for me are the guys who get in my head, who penetrate my mind and emotions as much as my hole. i got fucked hard a couple of days ago by a Top who seemed to have endless stamina and made an unrelenting assault on my hole. He used little lube (which wasn't the same as dry, there were 3 loads already in from an earlier Top), but the Top had been long and most of His cum was deep, so i felt friction. He liked to go balls deep, then completely withdraw, which feels erotically frustrating for me, almost teasing? Filling me, then making me empty... it also has more of a gaping effect and feels like i am having my insides pulled out (it's all awesome). If a guy is a silent shooter (i personally love it when He tells me He is breeding me), i can tell. i know some can feel when a Top shoots, i cannot feel it shooting in, though i can feel if His cock is spasming... but if the Top is fucking through the orgasm, i can only tell after He has shot because my hole becomes slippery and cum sloppy. It goes from me feeling friction in my hole to feeling very slippery, and usually some cum running down my taint. There are so many sensations, so much depends on the Top. Angle, Hitting the prostate. Few guys seem to know how to do that. i think the prostate is one way a Top can really control the bottoms pleasure, really own it and make the bottom dependent on Him for pleasure. When a Top knows what He is doing and purposely fucks my prostate, i start out working, being able to hold and squeeze His cock with my ass muscles, but the Top who purposely assaults my hole with the intent to open me, i can reach a point where i loose control and submit, opening and not being able to shut. That's also a deep mind fuck for me too, it feels like complete possession, like He 'won' the war lol.

Yes definitely . Love the thought that I am about to take a load.

Your career as a sex worker, did you choose it or you just fell into it. Kudos on getting your degree. I'm a computer guy as well. My niche has been large enterprise capabilities with process reengineering for financial services

Yeah Lol a lot of men have stealthedyou with a condom at 4am while you're sleeping on a fuck bench or sex sling in a bath house after a poz party

I really enjoy swallowing a big juicy load of cum.

Love to be used like this

I have a long-standing notion to plunder a virgin at the moment of his majority. Local laws would vary the target age, but I would need the boy to be fully grown physically as well. Mental maturity is probably a lost cause. You could wait decades for it to arrive.

Yes so glad to have more to this story. I really like how he now has been castrated too. He only had that small penis which was worthless for fucking so he didn`t need his balls anyway.

I love being filmed and letting everybody see what a dirty used up whore I am hah. The reason at 18 years old I went into pro-porn was for the exhibitionism and not the money. I always make sure that the guys are comfortable with making home videos though before either of us whips out a camera and before even having sex its usually agreed upon that a video will be made. I respect peoples privacy and so should everybody else.

This is actually a pretty good rule. Even fingers that are not your own can be problematic because the nails can easily cut you.

A top can fuck me for as long as he likes. It’s all about getting the load. My hole is there to be filled with cum.

its easy to say all of that when you are "the beauty standard"

We're entitled to our preferences, but we need to be respectful.

I pulled on a pair of briefs and shoved Soccer Boy out of my door, patting his arse on his way out "top you up sometime, maybe". "Eh?" he mumbled in confusion as he slipped away. I'd barely got myself sat down when there was an urgent tapping at the door. It was Jake, stood there in his baggy jeans and t shirt looking panicky and worried. "What's up matey, you want to come in?". He rushed inside, taking in my almost naked state but still on the edge of some sort of attack. It was some minutes before I had him calm enough to find out that he was stressing about his lack of meds and that his parents were now too ill to speak to him on the phone. Horniness forgotten, my big brother instinct kicked in and I quickly agreed to let him stay over. Another beer seemed to calm him further and I showed him my shower while I put clean sheets on my only bed. I could see his partially obscured body in the en-suite as he showered and I got the bed ready. There really was nothing to him and his skin was so pale and delicate. I couldn't help licking my lips as he emerged wrapped in one of my hand towels, the dumb twat (though I was glad of his mistake). I found a pair of my boxer trunks and an old workout singlet for him to wear. Reluctantly giving him some privacy, he emerged, trunks hanging loosely on his thin thighs, half way to his knees with ample loose material around his unseen package. On me, those were hipster length, the leg hole stretched around my thigh which was surely much bigger than his waist. pulling the crotch tightly around a large cock and ball bulge that had nowhere else to go. The singlet hung loosely, like an old fashioned night dress. We shared another beer, Jake telling me more about himself and his illness. It seemed to be a little like HIV in that his immune system struggled to cope with anything out of the ordinary though the meds were different and much less effective. It was clear that they had a psychological effect on him too, hence his stressed state tonight. Finally, it was time to turn in. with Jake insisting we should share the bed. In two minds, I agreed, knowing I needed to be close to this hot little man but also knowing it would be torture for me...

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Sorry guys, guess I confounded things. The scene I had in mind was the first scene of OUTLAWS ( "Five-way Fuck"), not LONDON UNCUT (though that scene was damn hot too). Well, no harm meant - and lil Josh proves his ability to handle the REALLY BIG ONES in either movie... LONDON UNCUT OUTLAWS

We were all kind of dumbstruck from our fathers confession, Ted was holding back the tears, just barely, I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or sorrow about being lied to his entire life, I was a bit elated to know these hunks who I had known all my life and had shared so much with, were in fact my half-brothers, and like me were at least bi sexual. I felt a swelling in my chest as Stuart came over to me and hugged me “Little bro, I know it’s a lot to take in but we’ll all be ok, dad wants to talk to you” Dad had strolled forward towards the bow Stuart and I joined him “Tom, Stu I know you think I lied to you and your mother all these years but she was well aware of the situation, as a matter of fact Joan and her had their own thing going until Joan’s passing from breast cancer” “we always wondered how you guy managed to pop out 6 boys in such a short time, but I never realized how you managed to beat the odds and come up with six homos” Stuart joked “Joan’s passing was too much for your mother and it’s why she thought we should separate, we never actually completed the divorce, but my work kept me away from not only you two but John as well, sort of why you guys never caught onto our long distance relationship” “I always suspected there was something strange about you friendship with John, and when you took Stuart with you to the coast when you and mom split, I’m glad I had Dave to help me through it” “Your mom knew Stuart was beginning to have homosexual tendencies, and thought keeping you two apart would reduce the trouble you two could have gotten into, his boasting on holidays and vacations, hid from you on our request, his flings with other boys, and some of them with girls were true” “yeah, and it kept my hands off my hot little bro, but that can change if you want it too, after all haven’t you taken two of my loads already” Stuart looked proud of himself Dad gave him a wicked smile and Stuart punched me in the shoulder, we walked over to rejoin the rest of the group around the dim blue-yellow light of the gas fire pit the glass beads sparkling in the glow. The sun had already set and the pit and a few Christmas lights were the only illumination on deck. I grabbed Dave and hugged him, now knowing he was my half-brother made me wonder if our relationship had a chance, I had always felt deep feelings for him, keeping them in check because he was so straight and never wanting to damage our friendship, without the physical activities of the sports we each played allowed our sexual tensions to cumulate in passion and lust. He kissed me and whispered “We have a long day ahead of us want to retire” I nodded and was about to tell the others when John stepped up “ok gentlemen, you have an early call tomorrow, and a lot of work to complete before the holiday weekend, so its best you head to your cabins and get some shut eye and some rest, oh and keep the moaning down it scares the fishes” With that we all began to head below, down the ladders, Dave and I retreated to our bunk and were about to close the door when Stuart stepped in behind us “Sorry mates but the captain has requested I bunk in here tonight” “The captain?” “Yeah, Todd and John, it’s been a couple weeks since they have been together and they wanted to do some catching up” We chuckled and flopped down on the bed, I intended to spoon Dave but Stuart got between us “If I don’t break this up now none of us is going to get any sleep, and I’ve only had one chance on this boy’s sweet hole” He said with a smirk. As the three of us lay there on the queen size bunk fondling and making out sleep was beginning to take over as Stuart turned into Dave and slid his cock into my lover’s hole, not to be left out I positioned my throbbing tool against Stuarts hole and let his gyrations into Dave work my cock into his now precum slickened hole, I did a quick adjustment to get a little closer and soon Stuart was rocking between us fucking Dave as I was fucking him. He moaned loudly as he shoot his fourth load into my boyfriend and I followed shortly after blasting my load into my older brother’s hot hole “You maybe my older bro, but your ass was made for fucking” I whispered into his ear We all fell asleep shortly after snuggled and spooned together, I was woken a couple of time in the night briefly with a cock in my now cum filled hole, as Stuart and Dave took turns making deposits in me when they would wake up. John began pounding on doors at 6am and we awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs being prepared in the galley, Stuart was up first and headed to the head to relieve himself of his piss stream. John had placed a bucket for that purpose just inside the door with a note on the toilet to use the bucket for number 1 and the toilet for all others. He explained just before breakfast that using the bucket saved the sanitation system on the craft from being emptied so often, and with an evil smirk “and other recreational uses” Stuart had avoided the mandatory Oral Quick swab the previous day, but Todd cornered him and handed him the test stick, he argued it wasn’t necessary that he was clean but dad made him do it anyway. Todd took the stick from him and sent him in to the galley for breakfast. I had relieved myself in the bucket alongside Dave and Chris and pulled on a pair of jeans, and headed to the galley myself. I finished my 2 eggs and a couple strips of bacon when John came around and added Stuarts name to the white board with a + following I looked at Dave and I looked at Stuart then at dad. Todd and John looked like it was what they had been expecting Stuart looked shocked, and terrified, he started sobbing “I’m so sorry little bros, I didn’t know, I didn’t realize I was putting you at risk” “Damn you Alan” he continued “Ok guys I know you now have a lot more to consider we have work to do” john piped in It had just occurred to me that the boat had been moving, all the time while we had been getting dressed and having breakfast as John threw tee shirts to Dave, Stuart and I I felt the motor rev up and reverse as the craft slid into the dock near the campgrounds, I looked at the duty rooster on the white board and saw I was paired with Ted, Dave was paired with Chris and Ben and Stuart was partnered with dad and John. “Ok the leads know the work schedule, newbies try to keep up, meet back here at noon for lunch” With that, we left the houseboat and headed up to the campgrounds for our first day of work

Dave and I had arrived at the lake and ultimately the houseboat midafternoon, while his brothers were up at the campgrounds getting things ready for the summer, clearing some brush, cleaning the cantina/dining hall, and hosing down the rest rooms, along with checking in some early arrivals and helping them get their camp sites set up. As Dave and I lay on the bed talking and teasing each other we suddenly heard voices outside and on deck. A slight vibration and rocking motion alerted us that the vessel was in motion. We startled when a knock on the door was followed by the sight of Ted appearing in the doorway. “Oh, I see you boys have made yourself at home,” he smiled looking at our jock clad bodies intertwined on top of the bed. He had Dave roll over and he inspected the plug poking out of his ass, remarking “I also see my little bro has been good enough to keep his plug in and my load safe all day.” “Well, actually he took it out so I could add mine,” I quipped, which earned a light laugh all around. “Hold on a sec, you two,” Ted said as he briefly exited the room, returning with two oral quick swabs, saying “Here, swab the insides of your mouth for me. Dad bought up a case and sent them up with us.” I had no idea what they were for but I did as I was told. Before Ted exited the room after placing sticky tabs with our names on the ends of each swab and taking them into the other room, suggesting as he left "Hey, you two should go hit the shower - you smell like sex.” We both got up, jostling each other in the process, removed our jocks, heading down the hall to the bathroom naked. Ted stopped us as we were about to enter the bath and slipped the plug out of Dave’s ass. He held it up to his nose and sniffed then licked the scum off of the plug, remarking "Yummy delicious” as he tossed the plug into the bathroom sink, directing us "Wash that off while you’re at it, boys.” We climbed into the small shower stall and turned on the water, which was cold at first but soon became warm as we soaped up each other’s body and cleaned our sweat and sex off of us, all while making out. After drying off and washing the plug off for Ted, Dave and I exited the bathroom, Ted tossed us a clean muscle Tee and AC Jock at each of us. The muscle shirts were at least two sizes too big so they hung like night shirts on us with the arm holes reaching down to our waists, which only accented the sexy jock straps we put on, and made our asses look even sexier when the shirts were lifted to expose them, but provided enough cover so as to give us an appearance of decency. Ted pointed out a couple white boards which had been placed in the hall, the first had daily chores listed, including dinner assignments, the second had campground assignment on it the third just had our names listed with a series of dates across the top I notice the current date and a minus under it beside each of our names. I didn’t quite understand the last board but I suspected it had something to do with the swabs from earlier. I was on BBQ duty tonight and Dave was to make salad and set the table. I looked at Ted and he chuckled and handed me a small ice chest and pointed me in the direction of the ladder to the top deck of the vessel. Taking hold of the small chest which I found surprisingly weighty, I headed out on to the rear deck then began ascending the ladder. As my head cleared the above deck level I spotted Chris at the helm steering the house across the lake. I reached the top deck and took in the layout. One of the boys had set up a hanging device next to the helm, there was a sun deck with a couple double chaises, a medium size Jacuzzi on the front half of the upper deck behind which had a small bar and BBQ area. I walked up to the BBQ and set the ice chest down on the counter, suddenly Ben appeared from the far side of the table/counter located behind the BBQ. “Hey, Tom. Glad to see you could make it. Beer or bong, dude?” holding a bong in one hand and a freshly poured solo cup of beer in the other, offering them to me. I accepted the beer and he disappeared again behind the counter then popped back up with another glass for himself. I sipped on the beer and opened the BBQ, turned the knobs on the front and hit the igniter. Nothing happened. “Dude, I think you have to kick on the gas, but don’t forget to turn it off again when you finish. Wouldn’t want to start a fire or run out of propane.” I began to look around and noticed the double doors beneath the unit as well as a small refrigerator in the cabinet and a sink on the side counter. I opened the access doors and cranked opened the valve beneath the BBQ the proceeded to light it. Opening the cooler I transferred the food into the refrigerator. Ben pulled a plastic plate from beneath the table/counter and handed it to me to place the preformed burgers on, then went forward to offer his brother a beer, leaving the Bong on the counter. I continued sipping on my beer and soon Dave popped up from the rear ladder carrying a bowl of salad and a couple types of dressing. He handed me the food and I placed them in the fridge and he set out plates and silver wear on the table, eight places. “We expecting company?” “Why yes. We'll be picking up three at the mooring in the cove.” “Okay, so I should cook up all the burgers?" “Most definitely. You know how my bros eat and they been working hard all day.” I went back to preparing the grill as Dave took a hit on the bong, the odor hit my nostrils just as he passed it to me. I took a hit and then a sip from my beer and offered Dave a gulp as well. Then Dave walked forward to join his brothers as I went back to the grill, took a couple more hits from the bong then reached into the fridge and took out the burgers, adjusted the flame on the grill and placed the meat evenly out across the surface, then closed down the lid. As I did so I noticed the smell of the weed in the bong again, and as I was about to turn around felt a body press against my back and a tongue on my ear. “Everything going well with the meat?” I turned around to find Ted standing there, bare chested, wearing his well-filled bulging jock briefs. He was hitting the bong as I turned around again and leaned into me and shotgunned the hit into my mouth. Between the weed and the beer I was getting light headed and very horny. I opened the grill and flipped the burgers, turned-down the heat and topped them with BBQ sauce. I closed down the lid again and this time when Ted stepped up behind me, his fingers probing my ass crack as he nibbled my ear lobe. I bent my head back as he licked and sucked on my neck, his fingers began massaging a gooey substance into my hole, as his right hand began to invade my hole stretching me open and lubing up the entrance his left hand began tweaking my nipples as he reached into muscle tee, suddenly his three fingers were replaced by his cock and he was sliding the head just into my hole, then slowly the first couple of inches, I was a virgin but I assumed I was taking it like a champ. “I drew the short straw so I get the first crack at your virgin hole. It’s my job to get you ready for tonight.” He slid another inch in and I began to feel uncomfortable with the intrusion experiencing the first hints of pain as he started to stretch my sphincter. Ted had a tapered cock much like me and his brothers, small mushroom head which flared out to the base so as he slid more into me he stretched me wider, his also had a bend up and to the left. He was about half way in when he began to pull out then back in again. He did this several times each time pushing a little more in till I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks. It hurt like hell as he pushed his entire nine inches into my gut then worked it around inside me. He hit my inner ring multiple time and each time it was agony, but then he would withdraw and brush my prostate with the head of his cock. Of course I’d moan and he would push back in again. He went on for a few minutes then pulled out completely reminding me I had burgers on the grill. I lifted the lid and removed the burgers which he took down to keep warm in the kitchen, leaving my gaping ass filling very empty. I took a hit on the bong then finished my beer, looking forward I saw Dave in the sling, Chris and Ben taking turns fingering his hole. Ben slowed the engines and swung the vessel around to glide up towards the mooring. I looked over the side to see our fathers and my eldest brother standing on the dock. I wondered if this was my big surprise.

I was a 65 year old, graying balding masculine blue-collar Top. I wore glasses, was just over 6' and about 200, and was still virile and sexually active with a good libido despite my mild erectile dysfunction and being poz for half a decade. Fortunately I was uncut and could still enjoy getting my cock sucked as well as fucking loose assholes to orgasm, not to mention masturbating. I had somehow caught the bug when I was 60 and had been on the drug regimen but my doctor had warned me that even with a decent cell-count I could still pass the bug to someone. I never was anything approaching pornstar looks but my masculinity trumped that of several guys half my age and there were gerontophiles who loved to swing on an old man's uncut cock. Like several other poz men, I had found out that having fun pozzing a neg hole gave me better orgasms. I had been working at a metal forming plant for a few months and found I had joined a club of gay and bi men ranging in age from 19 to 79. The masculinity of the guys ranged from masculine straight acting and looking Tops like myself to a couple of effeminate flaming bottoms. Of the several good friends I made there, three would later play a vital part assisting me to pozz a couple of negative assholes. One friend was Jim, a 6'6" tall lanky angular neg. Top with curly hair who sported dirty nails from his job as a truck and maintenance mechanic. He had a nice cut seven inches that had split a number of assholes enough to bleed with his aggressive thrusting. My two other close friends at the plant were "big" Hank who was just over 6' and weighed 240. He had a dick like Jim's. John looked like a larger heftier version of Hank. He was a couple of inches taller than Hank and sported eight and a half ass-busting inches. All three wore glasses, had beards and were cut and neg. They were more or less half my age, Hank the youngest at thirty and Jim the oldest at forty. Like Jim, they both had a few split asses to their credit. The short fat Hank was a forty-five-year-old neg. bi married Top of five and a half feet tall, 280 lbs. with 5 uncut inches. His wife had no idea he fucked men and got his cock sucked. He wore glasses and had straight blond hair in a conservative cut and grease under his formerly bitten thick guitar-pick nails. He was among half a dozen of us men who had availed ourselves of Wendell's and Gregg's mouths numerous times. Wendell and Gregg were two parolees on a work program. They had served time and somehow avoided catching the virus after getting turned-out. They were somewhat similar. Gregg was a plain looking guy with olive skin, collar length hair and was about thirty. Wendell was younger, a bit darker, wavy longer hair and shorter. In addition to working at the plant they were earning their keep by sucking cocks but were keeping their assholes to themselves. They seemed Ok but had tried stealing stuff from open unguarded lockers. As a person Wendell wasnt worth the dirt under Jim's fingernails. Jim, John, Hank and myself were talking during lunch one day during Gregg's final weeks at the plant and I had mentioned that I'd enjoy fucking their asses to orgasm. We decided that we would give each of the two a "going away present", a gift as in gift-giving. "That means that I'll be giving them the gift, since I'm the poz of us four." I said, grinning and rubbing my dick through my pants while thinking of how good my dick would feel knocking them up and how fucked their lives would be with my virus ravaging them. "That you will." Jim replied with a hand on my crotch and a kiss to my cheek. Since Gregg's term was up first we would shag him first, then Wendell a week later. The two ex cons seemed a bit impervious to the bug, having each sucked me off and swallowed my infected loads their first week at the plant. We were friendlier to them during their final weeks. I invited Gregg to a little get together at the cheap hourly motel where some of the men and fellas went to fuck and suck. That afternoon Jim was available so he, Gregg and I went to the motel and got a room at the back where most sex took place. We stripped and Gregg sucked our cocks also relieving me of a few days of cheeze. I could have cummed in his mouth so I yanked out because that load was for his ass. He sucked Jim to orgasm and swallowed his load. I then lubed up and had Gregg lay on his stomach on the bed. I had trouble getting my dick in so we had Gregg suck Jim's dick and waited for it to get hard again. Once Jim was hard he used minimal lube and mounted and penetrated Gregg who flinched from the tall stud's harsh entry. Jim brutally thrust a number of times, yanked out and had Gregg suck his dick clean, then he shoved his middle finger up his ass and thrust and twisted his wrist as his longish jagged nail cut his rectum up inside. Jim added his index finger and then his ring finger to also help loosen the hole up for my dick which only got semi-hard. He then added his pinkie and twisted his hand some more to further stretch the asshole's sphincter before withdrawing his thick rough fingers. Gregg was in pain from getting his anal ring stretched after half a year since the last time he got fucked and Jim had blood on his fingers. Jim had Gregg suck his fingers clean and then went to wash them with strong soap including cleaning his nails, which he usually did only after fisting or fingering asses. "If he was looser I'd have fully fisted him." Jim said as he wiggled his thumb. I then had Gregg suck my dick again and mounted him. My senior citizen dick slid up his torn young ass and I immediately began thrusting enjoying how good my dick felt in the snug neg hole. Gregg took it well, glad that my dick had replaced Jim's big strong callused fingers. I fucked that asshole for about five minutes and had a wonderful feeling orgasm as I pumped my poz seed into the now no longer neg hole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I swelled with pride of studmanship, my ego once again inflated as I thrust more to pump the remainder of my virus into the asshole. I rested on and in Gregg enjoying the afterfuck and thrusting from time to time to grind my seed into the cuts Jim had made in the asshole's anal walls. Man I felt good! "Good fuck old stud." Jim said and leaned over to kiss me. I thrust some more, pulled out and had Gregg suck my dick clean. I noticed cum on the bedsheet, most likely from Jim's good fucking and fingering. Once my dick was clean Jim washed we got dressed and checked out. Gregg joined us at the local fifty/fifty joint for a beer and we went home. Wendell my second conquest was a week later. This time John and big Hank were available. Again I rented the motel room. We stripped and had Wendell suck on each of our dicks. Wendell wasnt too happy eating my cheeze but I felt good as he licked it from my dick and swallowed it. Like Gregg's ass, he hadnt been fucked in a few months. Because all three of us men bit our nails to the quick we didnt have the option of cutting up Wendell's rectum as Jim had done with his nails to Gregg's. Instead, Hank started things off by minimally lubing his cut seven inches and forcing it up Wendell who almost screamed as the man shoved his meat right up his now sore hole. Hank thrust slowly and easily to keep the asshole from trying to evade his obligation, then increased his thrusts, snapping his hips and varying his angle of attack to wear out his anal walls and tear him up inside with his powerful thrusts until he was almost ready to cum. He pulled out and examined his dick. It had alittle blood on it. Wendell sucked it clean while sucking him off and swallowed his load after just a few minutes. He then resumed his place on the bed. John hopped on and shoved his bigger thicker dick in the hole and further tore him up inside with powerful thrusts as he rammed his dick at various angles to abrade and split the hole more. Wendell was enduring the pain as the big virile smiling handsome John worked his pelvis getting the asshole's system ready to receive my deadly load. He then sensed he was about to cum and yanked out. Wendell seemed relieved as the man dismounted. John's dick had twice as much blood on it as Hank's had. Wendell had trouble taking the whole thing in his mouth even though he had sucked a nine-incher a few times while in prison. He got the stud's dick clean, got him off and swallowed his load. While he was sucking John off I noticed he had cummed on the bed from getting fucked by my fellow studs. Wendell sucked my dick to nearly full hardness. I got harder than usual, given the momentous occasion. Wendell licked his cum off the bed before resuming his position and spreading his legs. I mounted him and entered him. My dick went right in and I began fucking him. I could tell he actually welcomed my smaller dick and less brutal fucking after the work my young powerful partners had done in his ass. Because my dick had been stimulated by his sucking, not to mention admiring how my fellow studs had manfully pounded him, I was able to bust my nut in just a few short minutes. My dick was stimulated to the max as I pumped powerful spurts of HIV-loaded mature man cum into his ripped-up ass. The pulses of my prick felt among the best I'd experienced since I pozzed my first hole. After letting my turned-on penis shoot my initial volley of infected cum into the hole I thrust some more to pump additional cum up his ass. Knowing what I was doing to him and how he would suffer that nasty flu in a couple of weeks as well as how he would suffer the rest of his life further stimulated my horny penis. I thrust again and sent the remainder of my virus-laden spunk into Wendell. I couldnt help but grin from ear to ear as I raised my head in triumph. After back-slaps and hi-fives from Hank and John I thrust a few more times before yanking my softening dick out of Wendell and had him suck it clean. Our work was done and we three Tops hugged each other while Wendell got up. We all got dressed and checked out. "You must be a good stud to fuck two assholes a week apart." Dave the clerk said as I handed him my room key and took my deposit. "It's teamwork Dave. I couldnt have done it without the help of my partners." I replied while hugging John and Hank to me. As with Gregg we went to the bar to wind down and celebrate the pozzing. Just about on schedule Gregg and then Wendell caught the bug-flu. Gregg said he felt like he had after the beating and brutal rape he suffered in the joint. Wendell said he felt like he had been used for a punching bag by pro boxers. My dick twitched when I heard that. I felt good to have that kind of power in my pants to give a gift that keeps on "giving". The combination of my three partners' powerful pelvic thrusts driving their big dicks, Jim's handwork and my dick and testicles administering the coup-de-gras had successfully done what the jockers in prison had failed to do. Jim, John, Hank and I celebrated at the bar but of course minus our conquests who were suffering from the flu. One of my twink friends I had pozzed a few years earlier when he was nineteen sucked me off in the bar mensroom, swallowed my load and kissed my dick and ball sack and sucked my gray pubes before telling me how much he admired me for knocking Wendell and Gregg up. "I need to rim you again Jeff." the twink gushed after I had put my prick back in my pants. We made a date and I left the mensroom to rejoin my buddies who'd played a major role in my conquest of the two criminals. Both Wendell and Gregg slacked on their meds and after a few years they got sickly. During the remainder of their decent health they had each knocked-up a few neg. holes. Wendell did drugs and died a decade later. Fortunately for me I kept to my regimen and stayed healthy not to mention pozzed another dozen neg guys, my last one a dozen years after conquering Gregg and Wendell. I proved that an old geezer has the power to pozz and that while there's snow on the roof there's still fire-water in the hose.