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7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."

(1/2) I’d like to share another part of my chasing path. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to give control to someone for them to whore me out as they liked. I had some great experiences in the past, getting some attention in bathhouses and sex clubs, but I had never truly relinquished the control to the will of a top. I was probably about 29 or 30 at the time and this took place before my Paris adventures. Standing at a humble but athletic 5’8, with my regular workouts maintaining a tight body and ass. I had been playing with this fuckbuddy of mine for a while. We met through BBRT and he had given me a good share of his loads in few months. His status on BBRT was set to “ask me” but we had never discussed it. And I was still on PrEp at the time so I didn’t really care. The only thing he told me was that he was not on PrEp himself. Fast forward a few months later. I had been lurking around BZ for a few years, with the idea of chasing slowly making its twisted way into my perverted mind. I was reading the forums avidly until I finally accepted the fact that I wanted to start chasing. I finally dropped my PrEp without telling any of my fuckbuds but started to insert some hints on my BBRT profile as I still was not entirely comfortable with letting the world know of what I really wanted. Probably because I was not upfront about it, I did not get lucky, while still taking loads here and there. In this whole process, I was still torn though and while I got really excited about the risk, I was still scared to death about it. I wanted it but was still not 100% sure I wanted to go through with it and I was maybe unconsciously avoiding those crucial encounters. A few months later, Friday evening, I just had dinner with friends and I’m lying in bed. It’s a very low-key evening and I’m almost ready to go to sleep at midnight when I get a text message. It’s my fuckbuddy, he’s feeling horny and wants to hit the bathhouse which is right next to my place. He wants me to go with him and take a few loads there. Until now, we’ve only played one-on-one so it takes me less than 5 minutes to slide into some sweatpants and a t-shirt and meet him at the bathhouse. He’s about 5’12, blond, hot furry dadbod – definitely not fit but I like it –, slightly older than me. He’s usually very sweet but when I meet him, he acts a bit different. Instead of a hug, I get pushed right into the building and his eyes look a bit strange. He definitely smells like alcohol and I’m also wondering if he’s high. He pays for my cover and we get into the locker room. He watches me undress with a grin on his face, and I think I can see him drooling. I’ve never liked this specific bathhouse. I’ve never had a lot of fun there by myself but I’m thinking it will be different with some company. As I lock my stuff, my fuckbuddy drags me around the dark corridors. I don’t have time to see what’s happening. My fuckbud has an objective which is the centre of the labyrinth. We get there and in the darkness, I can figure out that a few guys are already fooling around. He throws me against a wall, gets behind me and immediately puts a bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a good sniff, boy. You’ll need it tonight. Don’t think you’ll be going home before sunrise. I’ve been thinking about your hole all week long.” I take a deep whiff and he shoves his cock right up my hole. I don’t know if he at least used spit but it fucking hurts. Both the pain and the poppers are making my head spin. My screams are getting us attention and I feel a few hands running on my body. Some guys are feeling my hole to make sure we’re fucking bare. My fuckbud is picking up the pace, I already can’t stand it but he’s holding me tight against the wall. “Get ready for load number one”. He screams while I feel his cock throbbing as he shoots his first load deep in me. I’m trying to catch my breath. My hole is on fire but my fuckbud is still hard up my ass. I’m hoping I’ll get a break. “That’s only the beginning, boy. I’m gonna share you now with any guy I want here and the last load you’ll get will be mine”. No time to recover, I get another whiff of poppers and my fuckbud pushes a guy against my back. The guy scoops the drops of cum running down my legs with his dick before sliding it deep in my hole in one thrust. I feel my fuckbud’s hand on my neck, bending me over to shove his dick still hard and covered in cum in my mouth. I hear something like “Breed my boy” and it seems like I’m getting load number two. My top lines up a few guys after that. Some breed me, some just fuck me for a little while before packing up. After maybe 3 or 5 guys, I feel dizzy from the poppers and my legs are weak. My fuckbuddy drags me to a sling in a red-lit corner of the labyrinth. “Your legs will get a bit of rest, and now I want you to see who's fucking you”.

Part 13 Chris and Hunter told Greg about Tyler in their post fuck post-pozzing haze. Hunter had all brought them glasses of water to hydrate and they were sitting around the room, Chris out of the sling and on the floor, Greg at the foot of the bed, and Hunter in the chair nearby. "You should reach out to him. Sounds like we could show him some things." What intrigued Greg the most was that Tyler was as new to all of this as Chris was and more importantly hadnt been pozzed yet. "I could. I dont know if he would be into seeing me again. He seemed pretty freaked out about the first time." As Chris was coming down from the high he was beginning to realize what it meant that he had been pozzed by these two men. He realized how guilty he would feel bringing Tyler into this situation. At the same time the thought of watching them fuck and poz him started to get him hard again. Hunters voice shook him out of that scene in his head. "No pressure. The three of us can have fun any time." Hunter didnt want Chris to think they were coming on too strong and wasnt sure if his silence was from any pressure Gregs question seemed to put on the boy. Chris was a keeper and Hunter wanted to be sure that they kept him coming back with or without Tyler. Chris just nodded. "You ok bud?" "Yeah. I just realized I should probably get back and get some studying done before tomorrow." Chris began to get up. Greg turned to Hunter and made a gesture that said "Lets keep him here." Hunter just shook his head. After Chris left, Hunter told Greg it would just be a matter of time. Be patient. "How long did he wait to message you after the first time?" Greg asked Hunter. "About a week. It'll probably be something like that again. I wont keep that from you. He liked you. I could tell. He'll want you to be here." Greg liked the sound of that. "You dont think we just scared him off forever? Swore that Christian boy off sex forever now that hes been pozzed?" "No way. He wont tell anyone. Only we know and hes going to want to get off soon enough. Boys can't help it. Trust me. When he gets bored of his hand again he'll let me know." ********** Tyler and Casey spent the couple weeks after that first fuck sneaking into each others rooms trying to find times when they wouldnt be interrupted--during the day when most everyone was at class or early enough in the morning when most of the guys were still asleep. They would text each other and one would make a quick and quiet run over to the other. On one occasion Casey got bold and just walked into Tylers room figuring even if other guys were around they wouldnt think anything of it. They would fuck like animals, cum, and then quickly clean up before going on with their days or nights. Tyler still couldnt shake that feeling of guilt that he always had after a hook up and now there was an additional element of feeling like he was betraying Chris. But it never became so overwhelming that he felt he couldnt see Casey again. They were developing more chemistry and Tyler was becoming a true total bottom. It wasnt until the end of those two weeks that they first laid together after they both got off. Casey was in Tylers room and instead of getting up right away, he just spooned Tyler as they lay in bed. "You know we never talked about that first time." "What about it?" Tyler turned his head to look at Casey. "You had just been fucked before I fucked you right?" "Umm yeah..." Tyler started to get nervous about where this was going. He still wasnt comfortable talking about sex. "So who was that guy? Just a random guy who fucked you?" "No it was just this guy who I was hooking up with I guess. It was our first time fucking but we havent talked or anything since." "Why not? Was it bad?" "No...I dont know. I guess maybe he didnt like it. I havent heard from him at all and you and me started hanging out so I havent messaged him either." Tyler realized he hadnt really thought much about why the two of them hadnt been in contact at all since that day at Hunters house. Tyler had gone onto Grindr since the last time they hung out only to see if Chris was on. Why he never messaged was a combination of not knowing whether Chris was too upset about the time at Hunters and having Casey just down the hall. "Hanging out?" Casey chuckled. "You know what I mean." "Do you wanna see him again?" "You trying to get rid of me?" Casey laughed and hugged Tyler tighter. "No way bro. Fucking you is too much fun. I'm just asking. Besides even if you and that guy fucked again it doesnt mean we cant." Tyler hadnt thought about that. Was Casey fucking other guys at the same time? He didnt want to ask and come off as jealous. They werent together or anything and Tyler definitely wasnt ready for anything like that. "Yeah I guess" was all Tyler could say in response. "Actually it would be kinda hot to watch him fuck you or maybe have him watch us fuck." Tyler couldnt believe he was hearing this. His ultimate fantasy. He thought he got lucky that Chris was into it but Casey was the one initiating it this time. Tyler felt himself getting hard at the thought but he didnt want to seem too eager. "Maybe." Doing that would be hot but it would mean telling Chris that he was fucking someone else and so soon after they fucked that first time. "No pressure Ty. Just thinking out loud. It could be fun." "Yeah. I guess it could be one way to get back in touch with him." ********** Tyler walked out of his intro to chemistry lecture and went straight to the library. It was convenient having a fuck buddy down the hall but it was hard to get work done when he was in the dorm too distracted knowing there was a cock and load of cum ready for him at any moment. He went to the large room in the law library. He hadnt been there yet but guys in his hall were talking about how quiet it was there. He walked in the large room filled with rows of long tables. They were right. It was incredibly quiet and relatively empty. He walked as far from the main doors as possible and found a spot at the far end of a row. He pulled a couple books out of his bag and his laptop to check on the work he needed to get done. History first then chemistry then Spanish. Tyler got to work. Tyler got in a solid two hours of productive work in before he put his head down and fell asleep. He decided a short nap would get him energized for the rest that he had to do. It was a tap and shake of his shoulder that woke him. He looked up and saw it was Chris. "Hey sorry to wake you. I just saw you and wanted to say hi." "Oh hey yeah its ok. I need to get this done anyway." Tyler had never seen Chris on campus unless they had made plans to meet. He was a little frazzled by the sight of him. "I've never seen you here." "Yeah this is my first time at this library. I heard its quieter." "Yeah I always come here if I dont wanna just hang out with people." Chris came over wanting to say hello and make sure that Tyler was ok. He just didnt know how to get past this initial hello. "Did you wanna sit here?" Tyler picked his bag off the seat next to him. "Uh sure." Chris sat down and set his stuff up. For the next hour they didnt speak. Tyler felt that sense of accomplishment that came with seeing a list with every item crossed off. He began to gather his things and pack his bookbag. Chris looked over at Tyler. "You headed out?" "Yeah. I think I'm pretty much done so I'm gonna go back to my room." "If you give me a couple minutes to finish this problem I'll walk out with you." Chris said it more like a question than a firm statement. He wasnt sure how this would go. Tyler just shrugged. "Sure. I can wait." As they walked out of the library and through campus, they were both thinking about the last time they had seen each other. Should they bring it up or move past it like it had never happened? Neither knew if the other would want to talk about it or if they could see past the guilt of what they did. But neither did they know what the other had been up to since they last hooked up. Chris, whose experiences with Hunter and Greg had made him feel bolder lately, broke the silence. "So are we...good? You know...after what happened last time?" Tyler kept looking straight ahead as they walked and didnt answer immediately. Chris almost thought he didnt hear or was pretending he hadnt heard. "Yeah I guess. It freaked me out a little and then I wasnt sure if you were mad at me for getting us into that situation." "What do you mean? We both decided to go to his place. You didnt force me." Tyler nodded. "I know. But I was the one that said it would be fun if someone watched us. I didnt think it would go that far." "Is that what freaked you out? That we went that far?" Tyler was silent for a beat or two again before responding. He wasnt sure how to say what he was thinking. "No I dont think so. I think it freaked me out that..." Here again Tyler paused. Now he knew what to say, he just didnt know if he could say it out loud. "...that....uh....that I liked it that much." Chris wanted to hear those words but didnt think he would. He could feel himself getting hard. "Yeah I get that. I feel the same way. Would you wanna do it again sometime?" Tylers head immediately went to Casey suggesting that Chris could join them. The thought of going back to Hunters house did not even cross his mind. "That could be fun." The two went silent as Chris began to think through a plan to message Hunter and invite Tyler, while Tyler thought about how to tell Chris about Casey before inviting him over for a 3 way. Chris broke the silence again just as the two were about to part ways to go to their respective dorms. "Ok nice. Ill text you or you text me." Tyler nodded finally turning to look Chris in the eyes. "Ok sure." ********** The two boys could not get back to their dorms fast enough. Tyler got to his hall and went straight for Caseys room. He knocked on the door and walked in without waiting for a response. Casey was sitting at his desk studying wearing sweatpants and no top. He looked up at Tyler and saw something like urgency in his face. "Hey whats up?" Tyler realized in that moment that he was blowing things out of proportion. The hot guy down the hall from him was really all he needed. Why complicate things by adding Chris back into the mix? Maybe he would hold off on the part about hooking up again. "Nothing much. Just got a bunch of work done at the library." "Nice bro. Did you wanna hang out?" "Nah its ok. Youre working. We can hang out later." Tyler couldnt hold it back. He had to tell Casey at least something about what had just happened. "Uh I did see that guy I was telling you about at the library." "Which guy?" "Uh...the guy I was with before..." "Oh that guy. Did you talk?" "A little bit." "About the last time you fucked?" Casey could see Tyler squirming talking about this and he found it endearing. To Casey there was something adorable in Tylers innocence more so because he knew that underneath it was a hungry bottom who loved getting bred. "Kind of I guess. He liked it so maybe I was overreacting since we both had fun." "So maybe you should see if he wants to play with us." "Maybe..." ********** Chris messaged Hunter just about the moment he walked into his room. C - I just bumped into Tyler H: Oh yeah? You guys fuck? C - No we saw each other at the library. H: So? That would be even hotter! LOL C - He said he liked what we did the last time. He said he would be up for hanging out again. H: Great when are you boys going to come over? C - I dont know. We didnt work that out. But I could ask. H: Just say the word. I can tell Greg to come over too. He might try to keep you all to himself though. C - Haha ok I'll let you know when we figure it out. What held Chris back was knowing that bringing him to Hunters place meant that Tyler would leave with what he now had. He couldnt even think the words in his head let alone say them aloud. Unless he was high. But the reason Chris couldnt just decide not to make it happen was that he wanted to watch as Tyler got fucked the way he got fucked. The way he was made higher and higher and more and more twisted. Thats what he wanted to see them do to Tyler. The two forces pulled at each other and left him paralyzed when it came to setting things up. But a week after they saw each other at the library, it was Tyler who texted Chris. T: Hey C - Hey whats up T: So theres this guy who lives down the hall from me C - Ok T: He would be into hanging out Chris wasnt sure what this meant. This entire time he had thought that they were talking about going back to Hunters. Was Tyler inviting someone else to come along or was he not thinking about Hunter at all? C - Oh T: Not into it? C - No I am. I thought we were talking about going to hang out with Hunter. Or did you want this guy to come to Hunters place too? He has more space haha T: Thats true. And I guess more privacy too. I could ask if he would wanna do that. C - Ok. I can message Hunter and see if hes into it T: Ok ********** Greg was just out of the gym shower after his workout when he got a message from Hunter. H: You wont believe what amazing fuck fantasy has just fallen into our laps G: Oh really? H: What if I told you that our college boy Chris was coming back to play with us with not one but two other college boys? G: Neg? H: What do you think? Do you even need to ask? Greg was suddenly reminded that his towel wasnt around his waist but around his neck. Reading Hunters texts got him fully hard. G: Count me in.

How i am feeling now

After my very public blow job and brief fuck in the fuck bench room, I realized I had only walked about 50 feet from my room. The night was off to a good start. I ventured up to the third floor where the glory hole cubes are next. Still only in a jock, I bound up the stairs, past the video area, and to the 8 cubicles where I hoped to continue my good luck. A couple doors were closed, but not many. I picked a room adjacent to one of the other occupied ones and dropped to my knee. The Gummy and poppers were very much hitting me by now and to be honest, I would have done anything or anyone who made a suggestion. As my vision adjusted to the darkness, I was able to make out 2 figured in the booth next to mine, one person on his knees the other getting blown. They seemed content without any help from me, so I turned my attention to the other 2 options. One room was empty, the other had another bottom, on his knees waiting for whatever was put through the holes. I put my ass up to his hole and focused on watching the couple in the room in front of me. The bottom behind me took the hit and started fingering my hole. It was hot, but I wanted to make sure that my ass was in this for the long haul tonight, so I pulled away and left the glory holes for now. A quick check of the sexagon (if you know, you know) and I headed back to my room on the second floor. A few moments to get sorted out in there and I did a hit of poppers and starting riding a dildo i brought to the baths. I was facing away from the door, which was about 2 inches open, watching porn on my phone. After about 5 min, I felt someone enter the room. He closed the door and I reached for my blind fold and waited. I suspect he was not expecting me to blind fold myself, but he caught on quickly and started taking over my toy, pushing my face down so my ass was up in the air. In and out he worked the toy while his other hand was resting on the small of my back. I took another hit of poppers and reached back to see if he was close enough for me to feel. He moved to the side of me, standing on the floor while i was still on my knees on the bed, i turned to face him and very quickly his cock found it’s way into my mouth. I don’t remember much about his cock beyond the fact that he was very much enjoying fucking my ass with the toy. It felt amazing, but I really wanted the real thing. Once he was hard in my mouth he pulled the toy out of my ass and climbed onto the bed behind me. I hit the poppers as his hands found their way to my shoulders/throat so he could control my movements more. He sank his cock into my willing hole in one thrust and I felt nothing but pleasure. Turns out he was a moaner and was quite loud as he was fucking me. His hands tightened around my throat as he used my ass for his pleasure. I was in heaven. He turned me over onto my back and raised my legs up. I could smell booze on him, but i did not care. still blindfolded, my hands found his nipples and began to work them, which seemed to drive him crazy. within 30 seconds he came. No asking, no announcement, he just took what he wanted from me and used me like the hole that i am. I never saw his face once. He said thanks and left. I can only assume he left the door open and that his moans had attracted a crowd because within 20 seconds I felt a mouth on my ass. Someone wanted his load out of me badly. My felcher left after a moment and i needed a break so i took off the blindfold and closed the door. I had been at at steamworks for less than 30 min and already had 1 load, 2 cocks, and a mouth on my hole. I decided to lay down for a few moments before checking out the rest of the place.

It’s hard to say what the worst thing about the pandemic is. With all the loss of life and lively hood and misery, there are certainly a lot of contenders for what constitutes “the worst”, but one thing I suspect that most of the readers here can agree upon is this: The loss of bath houses sucks. I remember my last time like it was 9 months ago, because that is when it was…. (if this were a movie, you’d see a slow dissolve, which in the vernacular of film and tv is often used to indicate a flashback) It was a Friday night, early march 2020, Chicago, il. I’d eaten a gummy around 9 pm and gotten my hole cleaned out, the ritual of getting ready for a night at the baths. Scheduling when I ate, when I showered, when I got stoned, when I called an uber (though on this particular Friday night, the writing was already on the wall, so I skipped the uber and just walked the 2.2 KM to Steamworks. ) The line was about normal for the time on a Friday night. 4-5 people in front of me and 4-5 behind by the time it was my turn. "regular room please” I managed to muster, vaguely paranoid that the door person could tell i was fast succumbing to the glory of the gummy. Checked in and ambled past the toweled men up to my room. Wondering which one of the bulges I could make out under their towels would wind up inside me. Got to my room, stripped down to a jock strap and tennis shoes and took a huge hit of poppers and opened the door to wander around. I walked past the sling room and into the 2nd floor fuck bench area. A hairless bottom was being eaten out by a bear while a man in a leather harness used the bottom’s mouth. A crowd of 3-4 was gathered watching and I stood there for a moment before hitting my poppers hoping someone would be emboldened to take that as an invitation. A few seconds later one of the watchers became a man of action as he took my hit and started feeling my ass. By the time he made it to my pre-lubed hole i had hit the poppers again and it was not long before he pushed me to my knees. His towel opened to reveal a fairly hard 6 inch cock. Though I needed no more prodding, it was nice to feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me down on his cock while he watched the show in front of him. By now the bottom on the fuck bench was getting fucked from both ends and very shortly this 6 inch cock grew to 7+ in my mouth. Two hands on my head now as my top begin to fuck my throat. At the first sign of gagging, this top, who obviously was good at this, leaned down and told me to hit my poppers, which I did. Cock back in my mouth now with my nose buried into his belly. Someone felt my wet ass for a moment, but I was distracted so could not tell what was going on around me. I suspect the owner of the cock in my mouth waived off the new person, because a few moments later he grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to stand in front of him, facing away. He whispered in my ear that I should do another hit of poppers, which I complied with as he lined up his wet cock with my wet hole. Still in public, still in view of the fuck bench where a bottom was getting fucked just from one end by now. I bent over slightly with my hands against the wall as he slid inside me. Someone grabbed my nipples and began to work them while this top used my hole. After not nearly long enough the top leaned over and said he did not want to cum yet and he’d find me later. Like Kaiser Sose, he was gone. It took me a second to gather myself (and also, in hopes someone would come replace what he had taken away), but shortly I too left that area in search of cocks and loads. part two, the open door, soon.

Part 29 - One Night Two Strangers After two strong coffees at the end of dinner Dexter still waivered but managed to cobble together his balance standing and walking with the others to the lounge. Dexter was not alone, Harry and Conrad were both wobbling, Jamal fell asleep against Mason. Aberto tripped over his own feet landing on the rug in front of the bi-fold windows leading on to the terrace where Dexter stood getting some fresh air. He fell back laughing at Alberto landing on the terrace, Carrington looked over and shook his head chuckling then waved his hand leaving them to struggle to their feet. Alberto grabbed two bottles of water handing one to Dexter. "Want to go for a walk clear your head?" Alberto asked. Dexter had a quick look inside seeing everyone in conversation "Yeah okay" he slightly slurred. They walked across the gardens in silence for a few minutes. "Talk" Alberto demanded. Dexter looked at him "What about?" he asked appearing confused. "Nothing, I just like hearing your voice, it is so deep, soulful and sexy" Alberto replied. Dexter laughed "You want me to talk dirty or do dirty things to you?" he asked. "Both" Alberto replied, "This way" he said taking Dexter's arm and guiding him to the trees. "You Mexican?" Dexter asked looking at him. Alberto smiled "Puerto Rican" he replied, "A land of intense lovers" he said smirking. "You reckon?" Dexter asked pulling Alberto round and kissing him. Alberto grabbed Dexter's crotch feeling the hardness under the jeans. His body was being moved backwards until he backed up against the large birch tree, Dexter had his arms around Alberto keeping him close devouring his mouth. Alberto usually liked to top a fuck first but he was helpless and completely lost in the kiss that continued without stopping. His hands moved down unfastening the buttons on Dexter's jeans pushing them down slightly until he hand grabbed the fullness of the erection. Without time to explore it with his hand properly he felt the pressure suddenly on his shoulder pushing him down to his knees coming face to face with Dexter's cock. His head pulled forward burying his face in Dexter's crotch, like a duck to water his mouth opened working along the shaft covered by the underwear. The anticipation to much for Alberto and his hands pulled sharply at Dexter's underwear freeing the cock and getting clapped in the face as it sprung up, Dexter moved his hips back sinking his cock in to the waiting mouth. Alberto tried to pull back as the hands held firm pulling his mouth deeper down the shaft, he choked and a stream of saliva escaped his mouth dribbling in a long stream down to the grass. Helpless to escape and more turned on than ever he submitted himself to Dexter's cock manging to deep throat then choke pulling back. Taking a breath the hands pulled him back down deep, his hips pummelling against his lips holding it deeper and deeper. Alberto pushed back with all his muscle then turning his head to the left he vomited several large globs of saliva, his eyes watering. The hands guiding his head back and taking a breath his mouth filled with Dexter's cock again, he opened wider and took the entire shaft hitting the back of this throat forcing it to bend edging further down his throat. Alberto pushed off again vomiting another stream of saliva and wiping his eyes. Both of them half drunk wasted no time and Dexter pulled Alberto back on to his cock this time allowing him to suck long and deep, hearing Dexter's voice from above 'I'm gonna fuck you' the deep velvety tone resonated down to Alberto's ears making him quiver and driving him to work harder on Dexter's cock completely aroused. Never had a voice turned Alberto on so much that even his arse was twitching in anticipation. Alberto pulled his head off to expel the build up of saliva again, the hands pulling him back to his feet and he wasted no time pulling his trousers down to reveal a jock strap. He leaned up against the tree facing it 'Venga' he said wiping his mouth. The deep velvety tone hit his ears again 'Yeah you need fucking' Dexter said slapping his cock at the beautifully shaped arse. Without any ceremony Dexter found Alberto's hole and pushed 'Puta madre' Alberto cried out whimpering from the force of Dexter's penetration. the entire shaft gliding in past any resistance until he was balls deep in Alberto, his arms quickly circling around Alberto's body clasping and holding him deep on his cock. Alberto ground his arse back aggressively 'Horny fucker' Dexter said kissing his neck jabbing several hard thrusts, 'Si, fuck me' Alberto said turning his head and kissing Dexter. Alberto felt the arms around his waist and stomach squeeze harder with the first thrust shattering through his body, Alberto moaned pushing back meeting him force for force with each thrust piercing through him. His body so wired and desperate for this English lad to savagely fuck him begged Dexter to go harder. With nothing to loose Dexter released his natural aggressive fucking, relentlessly pounding Alberto, his arms holding the Latino in place at the mercy of his cock. Alberto closed his eyes at the incredible fucking he was getting, he cock leaking precum that hanged in a long thin line down to the grass then shaken off with the frantic swaying and bouncing around as he got torn apart by Dexter's cock. Dexter bit down on Alberto's neck briefly 'Want it?' he deep voice boomed out, he could do nothing but nod like a crazy person. As quick as it started Dexter held his body still, his cock deep inside Alberto, the shaft jumping urging and pushing the cum up and out in to Alberto, thick ribbons of toxic seed released coating the inside of his arse. Slowly Dexter moved his cock in and out pushing deeper riding out his orgasm with deep chested moans that Alberto could feel. Alberto clung to the tree like his life depended on it, living the orgasm with Dexter and never wanting it to end. The arms softened their hold around him and eventually released their clasp with Dexter carefully extracting his softening cock. The last thing Dexter thought about was his viral load, he had started taking medication last week after Harry put his foot down. He never suspected his viral load would still be high to inflict a lethal dose. He had no way of knowing this hot Latino man was now hosting his strain that was getting to work infiltrating his body. The drunken clumsiness of their need to fuck put any thought of condoms out of their heads. Dexter pulled his jeans up about to fasten them, Alberto hadn't finished 'Your turn now' he said easily pushing Dexter up against the tree. Both swaying, tottering on their feet and laughing. Dexter chuckled at Alberto's attempt at dominating him and soon found out that he was not joking. Dexter was pinned against the tree already feeling Alberto's cock pushing at his hole prising it open then it stopped. He heard Alberto spit in to his hand and braced himself, he was not small by any definition and Dexter felt his arse stretching open to accommodate the long thick cock 'I will come quickly' Alberto said thrusting forward until his pubes rubbed against Dexter's hairy arse. Jiggling his arse in all manner of directions letting Dexter feel the monster inside him, his velvety moans acting like an intoxicating drug on Alberto. Getting to work and fucking Dexter hard, the slapping of his balls and grunts from both of them echoing amongst the trees. Alberto gripped hold of Dexter's waist hard digging in his fingers and moaning loudly, the gasps in his breath and moans going up an octave the closer he got. With no slowing down he cried out 'Fuck yes' and pushing hard releasing his cum in to Dexter, holding still for a fraction of a second before continuing to fuck as he spurted his copious load enjoying the sensation then whipping his cock out followed by the long stream of cum running down Dexter's legs. Alberto fell back on to the floor laughing and panting, Dexter turned to look at the thing that had been inside him, it was still bouncing around. Those few minutes had been the most incredible fuck Dexter had ever experienced. It was the first time someone had cum and still fucked hard through their orgasm until they had stopped ejaculating and he could feel the cum inside his body. Dexter's arse still twitching and slightly gaping open squatted down, he needed to release the hefty load, the wet fart reverberating in the air as the last drops seeped out 'Shit man you cum a lot' Dexter said feeling the lips around his hole shrinking back in position and closing up. Experiencing some pain as the lips closed protesting at being stretched open in the first place. Alberto laid on the grass smiling "Muy agradable, that was hot" he said sitting up. Dexter finished fastening his Jeans "Awesome more like" he replied helping Alberto up. They kissed quickly and walked back to the house still stumbling from the drink. The night sky meant neither of them could see the green mossy stains on Alberto's white shirt where he had been holding on to the tree and force to rub up against it. Crossing the terrace and bumping in to the sunbeds making a lot of noise. Mason was standing at the bi-fold doors and saw them staggering across towards, Carrington wondered what his father was laughing at and joined him looking at the dishevelled Alberto trying to pretend that nothing was going on. "Been for a walk" Alberto said then hiccupped with Dexter nodding reinforcing his statement. Mason smiled letting them walk past. "Alberto got more than a walk" Carrington said smiling. Mason laughed "Well it is obvious who did who" he said looking at Carrington. Carrington chuckled "Oh I think Albe got Dexter as well, he would never pass up an opportunity". The last few days in Atlanta saw Simon flying in to look over the Atlanta office and see some of Dexter's changes taking place. For Carrington it was his turn to repay Simon for letting him stay at the manor by opening his house to him. Dexter talked a little about Alberto and Carrington asked if he wanted his number to stay in touch. Dexter screwed his face up knowing that it was a drunken act, that and Alberto didn't seem that much interested after he got a fuck out of it. It was three weeks after when Alberto fell ill and was diagnosed with HIV, he had dodged the bullet several times in his wild nights over the last few years but finally it had caught him. Alberto sat in his flat looking out across South Beach and the Atlantic. He had a suspicion that Dexter was responsible but there was no proof, he had spent days trying to decipher if he was angry with Dexter. They were both drunk and it was he who made the move on Dexter, all he could think about was the sultry velvet tone of his voice ringing in his head. Having missed 3 days of shooting from the mild bout of flu he went to shower before heading to the studios in Miami to pick up his filming schedule. Hoping at least he could get back to Atlanta for the weekend to spend with Carrington and Charlie and find out if the heard from Dexter. Joshua sat drinking tea outside with Tanner on their own, the past week had been a major catastrophe with Aaron testing positive after he fell ill. Refusing to communicate with Joshua or even spending anytime with him, he had a hatred for Joshua and he made it very clear. Tanner on the other hand was disappointed in Joshua and they had a long talk about that fateful evening. Joshua could have blamed it all on Aaron's actions but instead he kept quite calm about it explaining everything to Tanner. It was no surprise to Tanner after all he knew everything that went on at the estate and kept an open mind, he wanted to do that partly for Joshua and his recovery which seemed to be going well. He had also taken quite a shine to Joshua getting underneath his exterior and exploring the real person. Joshua had been more open than ever and was also trying his best to keep in Tanner's good books, after all he sat drinking tea with the one person who really understood him and everything he had been through. Joshua put his cup down and looked out over the grounds as Aaron ran past doing his 5 mile run at this time of day, the sight depressed him a little since things between them had been going well and now, well there was nothing. Tanner watched Joshua and put his cup down "You still like him?" he asked. Joshua turned his head and shrugged looking at Tanner "Chalk it down it another fuck up". "I don't blame you Josh" Tanner said, "What you was going through at the time and all". Joshua sat forward in his chair "Self preservation took over" he said quietly. "Will I always be like that?" Joshua asked Tanner patted his hand "It may take some time to finally be able to stop and think first". "Time" Joshua said sitting up, "I have plenty of that being stuck here". Tanner smiled "Do you want to leave Josh?" he asked, "I cannot stop you from leaving". "And do what?" Joshua asked, "Sink back in to my ways again. Are you not scared of me?". Tanner poured another cup of tea for Joshua "Not in the slightest Josh, weeks ago yes". Joshua sat back in his chair "Weeks ago I would have tried to destroy you" he said. "Drink you tea and shut up" Tanner said chuckling, "I think you are extraordinary Josh". Joshua smiled "You coming on to me?" he asked giving Tanner a sideways glance. "Given time I certainly would" Tanner replied making Joshua laugh. "There you go again, time" Joshua said, "I do feel clam and somewhat at peace with you". Tanner smiled "Are you coming on to me now?" he asked. "You wish" Joshua replied laughing then going quiet. "I need to make amends" he suddenly said. "With who?" Tanner asked intrigued by his comment. Joshua looked down to the river "Conrad" he said initially then added "Charlie as well". Tanner nodded "And how would you make amends?" he asked. "Don't know" Joshua replied sighing, "Apologise for everything I put them through". "Did you actually love Conrad?" Tanner asked seeking an opening to discuss him in more detail. Joshua couldn't stop the tear running down his face "Did" he croaked, "Do" he said. Silence prevailed for a moment "Fuck I screwed it all up, I really loved him". Joshua felt in touch with his emotions for the first time ever realising what he had messed up and seeing how loving Conrad had been to him. His body rocked in spasms breaking down, Tanner put his arm around his shoulder and held him close. From that simple show of affection and comfort that Tanner demonstrated meant the world to Joshua, his father had never shown this level of affection and was the only medicine Joshua needed right now. Time and affection worked magic over the rest of the year and despite his return to a sense of normality and knowing he had no where to go he stayed on with Tanner. They spent much time talking and Joshua learnt to ride and join Tanner cantering around the Irish countryside. He had even been persuaded by Tanner to start medication and after three months Aaron and Joshua patched things up and were on speaking terms again. By winter he was pulling his weight and helped out with the stable hands looking after the horses in return for Tanner allowing him to stay on. Tanner making it clear that he liked having him around and could stay for as long as liked, there was no hint of any romantic involvement, just a very real friendship that grew. Charlie and Carrington settled down in to life and every two months they flew over to England and stayed for a week on Hibiscus Drive. Having spent Thanksgiving with Carrington parents they travelled to Australia for Christmas meeting up with Conrad and Harry for a large family celebration. Their parents showed no surprise when finding out about Charlie, it was almost like they half expected it knowing how their two boys were very alike. With a July wedding date set and a guest list that was growing day by day Rico spent his free time with Charlie helping with the plans and presenting them every weekend to Carrington and Mason for their approval. Charlie took a job at the local children's hospital on the IT support team, he soon fell in love with the job and loved it when the children would sit and watch him fixing things. One late shift a child brought a book to Charlie asking if he would read to them in the playroom. Now he was spending a couple of evenings a week reading stories with a playroom full of children who enjoyed his funny way of emphasising the characters. When Charlie was on a day shift he started reading after children's lunch was over. It hadn't gone unnoticed by a woman called Joyce from the governments foster agency and social care, she saw first hand how much of a star Charlie was and how excited the children got patiently sitting there waiting for Charlie to begin. Carrington was even persuaded to do some readings and in turn got his parents to donate books and toys to the hospital. Mason was only too delighted and wondered why they had never thought of this before, being an avid philanthropist he started a charitable foundation for the hospital, Rico stepped in as the patron and Charlie as executive director. Dexter heard that Alberto had caught HIV but that was all, when he asked Simon about it the revelation that he would have had a viral load high enough to infect stopped him from making any contact with Alberto out of sheer embarrassment and afraid of the confrontation that might ensue. Adam and Jamal's relationship grew stronger and along with Dexter most evenings were spent at the manor for dinner with Simon, Conrad and Harry. Sean was now a frequent visitor to the manor and was reducing his filming schedule to spend more time with Simon who would also fly over to San Francisco once a month. Dexter spent half his time in the UK and the other in the US at the offices, he was kept busy and never had time to think about Alberto. Jose always looked after after Dexter on his visits which allowed him not to intrude too much on Charlie and Carrington's home life and they had become good friends getting to know Jose's wife and children. It was a good thing as it meant he could evade Alberto, he still thought about him a lot until he was sick to his stomach without knowing why. With Carrington at the helm of IntecSolutions they were taking on more and more work in both sites and by May when they published their 4th quarter statement they were turning over a healthy profit and a doubled share price. Conrad and Harry continued living at the manor and Harry had his own patch by the kitchen garden using it as a way of relaxing after a day in the office. Harry still retained much of Moham's diary and occasionally flew with him on business trips and a little more. Conrad finally persuaded the church where Jack was buried to let him maintain the graveyard and small gardens on a volunteering basis. He would spend one day a week there with Jamal and during the summer lunch was always taken by Jack's side. Harry and Conrad's love for each other was so delightful to see and they retained a little freedom allowing Dexter or Simon in the marital bed. In fact Dexter would often spend weekends with them causing Simon to joke that there were three people in that marriage. Dexter was now partly seeing a guy from Alton and as much as he liked him his heart was no set on a serious relationship, it didn't feel right but he still enjoyed the company of him. Dexter often wondered if it was his closeness to Harry and Conrad that was the problem. Looking at his phone he went through the several photos of Alberto and him. Something he found himself repeating over and over as the months went by. The following year at the beginning of July saw the Atlanta migration again in preparation for the wedding of Charlie and Carrington. For many of them Atlanta was becoming second home and this they were all invited to stay at Barclay House arriving the same day as Charlie's parents, Simon and Sean flew in from San Francisco later that evening staying at the Four Seasons with Moham who and joined them all the following day for a massive reunion party. Conrad was to be Charlie's best with Carrington choosing Alberto as his life long friend. The date was timed to perfection with Charlie's old naval ship on joint exercises with the US Navy was docked down at Savannah for 5 days. Dave his former CO to two other officers he sailed with were invited and would be attending. The gardens of Barclay house providing the magnificent back drop was filling up with guests. Charlie was scared shitless now seeing 400 people milling around, seeing the figure on paper was one thing but seeing them all in the flesh was frightening. Charlie's group was far smaller he complained until Carrington pointed out to him that 50 guests were from the hospital alone. Politicians, dignitaries, 3 naval officers, stars from TV land along with friends and family made up the gathering. Each guest was asked to contribute to the CHARICO Foundation instead of gifts. Charlie's naval friends clearly stood out dressed in their formal rig and Dave spotted Conrad straight off, well it was like looking at Charlie. After a quick introduction Harry was pushing his way in demanding photos were taken of him with Dave in his uniform. With the wedding starting Dexter sat in the second row looking to the front his eyes fixed on Alberto. Adam shook his head chuckling "You going to nail him again?" he quietly asked. Dexter shrugged "I don't know" he said very slowly unable to take his eyes off Alberto. "You should" Adam advised, "You never know there might be more to uncover". Dexter shrugged again and focused on Charlie and Carrington until the wedding was over and guests started to mingle outside the large marquee where the wedding breakfast was being served. Dexter kept looking at Alberto and wasn't until after the meal that Alberto strode over to him asking to talk to him alone. The two of them found a discreet spot inside the house away from prying eyes and ears. "Albe how are you?" Dexter asked. Alberto looked at him "How am I?" he asked back, "You tell me Dex, why did you not tell me?". Dexter looked confused "I don't understand" he replied. "You pozzed me!" Alberto said, a look of anger on his face, "You never told me you were poz". Dexter looked on horrified "Me?" he asked unable to think of anything else to say. Dexter could see the anger in Alberto standing and what must be abuse being hurled at him in Spanish. He couldn't think of anything else other than how he looked even more sexy when angry. It suddenly dawned on him why he couldn't bring himself to commit to his on off again with his half boyfriend back home. He loved Alberto, even though he was still ranting at him in Spanish now right in his face, his fists clenching and unclenching like he was about to lash out at Dexter. 'Shut the fuck up' Dexter said loudly then launched himself on to Alberto kissing him. Alberto's hand grabbed at Dexter's arms trying to fight him off since he was not finished with his ranting. The more Alberto tired to push him the harder Dexter kissed him then his hand roughly grabbed Alberto's arse squeezing it. Finally he pushed Dexter off and slapped him across the face 'Bastardo' he shouted then he lunged at Dexter frantically kissing him. The only thing now running through Dexter's head was he wanted Alberto and had to have him without thinking of how this would work he was ready to challenge him. Alberto pushed away "I fucking hate you!" he angrily said walking away. Dexter laughed "No you don't" he said walking after him, "Kiss me and tell me you hate me". Alberto stopped unable to look at him. "You can't can you" Dexter said stopping a few meters away. Dexter took a leaf out of Carrington's book "Then marry me, be my lover" he said. Alberto turned to look at him "Stupid British cock head" he said with a dead pan look. He turned to walk away again, "Is that a yes then?" Dexter called out after him. Alberto opened the door and shouted "Yes!" without looking back he left the room closing the door. Dexter stood there "Oh fuck" he said to the empty room. He stood there for several minutes staring at the closed door, he said yes he thought to himself trying to work out if Alberto had meant it. He had no clue since he couldn't see Alberto's face when he left the room and maybe he just said it shut him up to escape. Alberto slowly took his hand of the handle to the door a feeling of elation running through him, that idiotic British lad he thought. He knew that the way Dexter spoke he was being serious and Alberto found he couldn't stop smiling. Slowly he walked through Barclay House and out on to the terrace to re-join the wedding party immersing himself in to the celebrations. He kept an eye on the house waiting for Dexter to appear but Rico got hold of his arm dragging him on to the dance floor in the marquee. Dexter wandered back out on to the terrace and found Conrad and Adam sitting on the terrace enjoying a few quiet moments whilst Jamal and Harry danced away in the Marquee. "Alright Dex?" Conrad asked as Dexter plonked himself down on the sofa next to them. "No" Dexter replied looking at them, "I just asked Alberto to marry me" he said. Adam sat forward looking at him "You what?" he asked trying to work out if he was joking. Conrad looked at Adam then Dexter again "It didn't go well I take it?" he asked. Dexter stared at the marquee "No he... well he said yes" he replied sounding unsure. Dexter took a deep breath "I pozzed him last year, not on purpose though" he said sadly. "Oops" Adam said looking at Conrad and neither of them able to find the right words. "I don't know if he said it out of anger or meant it" Dexter said looking at them both. Harry came running over "Come on Carrington and Charlie are about to leave" he said grabbing Conrad. The four of them walked with the rest of the guests to the front of the house, Carrington and Charlie were heading to Sardinia and Simon's villa for two weeks. Dexter saw Alberto walking with Rico and Mason then hugging and kissing Carrington and Charlie before moving on to their guests. Alberto looked no different and Dexter turned to watch Charlie with his twin then he hugged Charlie and Carrington. "You and me next" Alberto said standing next to Dexter making him jump. Dexter looked at him a little scared. "That is if you meant it" Alberto said. "Yes I did" Dexter replied turning to him. Both feeling a little scared at the turn of events. Conrad shook his head "For gods sake just kiss each other" he said pushing Dexter. Dexter pulled Alberto forward wrapping his arms around him, they looked in to each others eyes for fleeting moment, that was all it took to realise they were in love with each other. Sealing it with a very public kiss right in front of Rico and Mason.

The Buyer. Who knew how long I was out. When I came to I felt.... Odd. No sensation I'd ever felt before. I tried to move but I was fastened in place. The room was dark. No wait.... The room wasn't dark... I was blindfolded. Whatever covered my body I could feel cooler air on my ass. But nowhere else. The only sound I could hear was my blood thumping in my ears. Ok this was worse than anything since this whole ordeal started. "Hello number 17," a voice whispered in both ears. From this I gathered that whatever was on my head contained earphones that cancelled out all other sound but allowed my... Well my owner I guess to talk to me. "Don't panic you are perfectly safe. Tightly clad in the finest skintight latex. It practically covers all of you... Except right here." A finger brushed my arsehole. Teasing it. "Just as tight as I was promised. You will call me Master Ant. Well if I decide to let you speak you will. Now let's get started. We have a lot of work to do." Silence. I knew he was still in the room. I could sense him. I felt movement near me. I could smell.... Poppers. Ok. So obviously some kind of gasmask I assume. God they smell good. My mind began to drift. I relaxed. Suddenly a throbbing cock plunged balls deep. A pain burned through my ass. Fuck I must be bleeding. "Pain is good. Cock is good. Worship. Pain is good. Cock is good. Cum is good. Worship. Bareback is good. Master Ant is good. Worship." The monotone male voice, a recording played. The whole time it played I was pounded. I couldn't escape it. The voice echoed in my mind. I tried to block it out but the voice and the sex was hard to get away from. Despite the initial entry this was an amazing fuck. The poppers, the sex, the voice. It was all I could focus on. Without warning as far as I know the dick, I assume Master Ants, started spewing it's creamy load deep in me. The cock was ripped from my hole painfully and something cold was stuck in... I assume a butt plug. I could no longer sense anyone in the room. I was cold and alone. "Pain is good. Cock is good. Worship. Pain is good. Cock is good. Cum is good. Worship. Bareback is good. Master Ant is good. Worship."

Not even noon and IM already walking funny :) gonna be a good day

A long term FWB of mine had injured himself. He was stuck at home for about 3 weeks and was losing his mind. He knows I live alone and have been laying pretty low, so he called out of the blue and said "Let's fuck... I'm horny as fuck". He usually likes a good aggressive rutting of my hole and dumping a porn star load. I got there and we got naked quick in his living room. After we 69'd for a while, he rolled onto his back and asked if I would ride him.... due to this injury...... He said he hadn't cum in a week because of this injury and had a big load to donate. So I lubed him up with spit and throat juices and sat on his cockhead, grasped his hairy thighs and impaled myself slowly onto his hard dick. He actually moaned when I bottomed out. Then we passed some poppers back and forth and he told me this was a first for him.... he just wanted me to really grind down slow or ride his cock hard for MY pleasure and see what HE got to feel anything interesting. I found it kinda hot because he said it was a first for him with him not in control of the fuck. I gave him the total treatment that he always told me he loved... gripping and releasing his uncut dick with my ass muscles, taking the head to the edge and squeezing him and of course on every downward slide I would open up a little wider and he would get a little deeper. I could tell he was very turned on by his cock being rock fucking hard. I could slide it against my prostate as I rode. It sent electricity through my hole and up to my brain. I could hear him moaning in the background as we kept taking some slow hits on the poppers and picking up some speed. We both love to talk dirty. He is 20 years younger than me, so I typically lead him on by asking if he is enjoying the juicy Daddy hole? can he feel me milking his cock? does he know I plan to milk his cum from his cock while his head is up inside my second hole so it is nice and deep? He loves the older man, executive Daddy type. He has told me a number of times over the years while we fuck. Bedroom, pool table, swimming pool patio chairs, piano, outdoor bar, sling, garden shed.... oh yea... he likes older Daddy's and 90% of the time he wants to seed my hole. Every now and then, he just rolls onto his knees and presents his very hairy hole to me and tells me to load him up. Today, I had a really nice thing happening with this 8" dick hitting my prostate and I just forgot he was there and rode him like a beast. I wanted that cock to bring me off, and by gawd, I could feel the cum starting to churn in my balls as they slapped around his balls. We fucked and sweated (thanks to his fireplace being on) and egged one another on to cum and shoot loads. And I had him deep inside my second hole and was taking a huff and grinding down harder and harder and deeper..... then he started to make this unique moan he always makes just before he starts to cum and I caught the sound of it as I started to blow cum all over his thighs and knees and my fingers. He pulled me down on his cock as I continued to pump, and he was pounding up into my hole as hard as I was ramming my hole down onto his meat. He grabbed both my hips and let out a yell that surprised me and he did about 8-10 good hard thrusts up inside of me. I could feel the warmth spread all around the top of my hole and could feel it oozing around his cock as it seeped from his slower withdrawals and pushes. "Holy fuck" he said. " I have NEVER cum from a guy riding my dick. Ever. That was fucking crazy just watching you ride my cock and watch your shoulders and back and ass muscles while you used my warm cock as a big dildo. And dude, I could feel you just milking and squeezing my cock as you sat down .... opening your hole to a gape to drive my cock deeper. Then I could feel you squeezing and tightening right up as you rose up and pulled the head of my cock right to the edge of your asslips until they stretched. The view of your ass lips dripping my precum and stretched around my cock put me over the edge." I smiled at him and crawled off his dick, swung around and licked from the bottom of his balls all the way to the uncut dripping head. When I was done, his cock was spotless. When I rolled off of him, he slipped a couple of fingers in my very wet and stretched hole and waited for me to push some cum onto the ends. He felt me squeeze some cum down inside my hole towards my opening and he scooped it out, twisting it around gently so he didn't lose any. He looked right at me as he licked the backside of his fingers from tip to knuckle, then he offered the inside of his fingers and all that juicy cum. So I leaned forward and licked from the bottom to the tips as well. He went back to the hole 3 or 4 times and we shared his 'few days' of cum. Nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Hopped on A4A running errands, a familiar profile pops up with a message. His uncut cock looks perfect, but it's at weird angles. He agrees to meet. He comes out, takes me in through the window next to the front door, and I'm in a sex den. We both strip and he hands me poppers. I get to work on his dark uncut cock, 7x6 and offer I'd just cleaned out if he wanted to fuck me. He fingered me twice as I offered him my ass, then he stood up and guided me onto the bed where I spread out, popped my ass out and took his pounding for about 10 minutes. "Can I breed you?" he asked "oh yes, fuck yes, please breed me" was my reply. He pumped into me at least a dozen times, and kept pulsing as he got soft. I can't wait for another load from him.

Message me if you are in London and want me to send him over to you.

Some tops like whores and sluts. So it's not always about slut shaming. Also if your hung tight is no good. Unless you get off on really hurting a bottom

I first got barebacked when I was 17. After that.. no going back. Bare 100%

I LOVE straight married guys! It's such a rush to suck their cocks and maybe convince them to fuck you fully knowing they are actually cheating and have a wife and potentially kids. When I suck them, I always dart a glance to their wedding ring which turns me on lol And I find married guys are always much more...forceful and quick when they cum, all that pent up cum when their wives don't regularly let them is just hot

A few days ago i would shower twice a day and always deodorant. Cleanliness is next to godliness and helps keep me focused and motivated. Slipped up over weekend and back on T G n coke. Fucked over 10 guys since and am now sat in bed with my pipe and cock on hand. I haven't showered in days and i fucking REEK but you know what, deep down i actually love it. I fucking miss it it's a deep manly animalistic stench it makes me gag and makes my cock leak pissy precum. This is how i am naturally supposed to smell like and it's raising from my body like evil.

Any saytanists here hit me up

Frazer was walking in a countryside park when he encountered a group of naked men fucking each other. Instead of being horrified, the sight of this activity turned him on. After a short while watching them, he got his cock out and started to wank it, so turned on was he. This brought a newcomer to his attention, who came over to him and started wanking Frazer's cock himself. Before Frazer knew what was happening he'd got his pants and underwear off him and had undressed fully himself. He wanted to fuck him bare, but Frazer would have nothing of it and made him use a condom. It hurt as the man thrust his cock up his virgin arse. When another man passed by to watch the scene, the man who was fucking Frazer encouraged Frazer to fuck this other man whilst being fucked by him. After a condom was rolled on Frazer's dick, he proceeded to shaft this new guy whilst still being fucked by the first! Frazer continued visiting the site always insisting on condoms until one day he arrived well lubricated. Indeed his state of inebriation may have contributed to his visiting the park. As he approached the area, his saw a black with a large cock beckoning him over. After some sucking he was ready for more action. He turned Frazer round and with not much ceremony shoved his bare cock up him. Frazer was too drunk to care and enjoyed the thrill of the fuck, but still had sufficient willpower to stop the fuck before it had gotten too far. Frazer was both attracted and appalled by barebacking. He refrained on other occasions, but started watching bareback porn, which encouraged him to experiment further. On a visit to the cruising site, he bumped into the man he had fucked those many months before when he had started coming to the park. After a lot of foreplay, the man turned round to be fucked, Frazer got out his lube and his condom as normal. But the temptation was too great for him and he squirted the lube on his bare cock before thrusting it into him. This really turned him on and he came inside the man. The man turned in delight rather than anger when he realised he'd been barebacked. This lead to many other such sessions. Frazer then started to visit men's saunas. He soon discovered how amazing darkrooms were. He was very popular there because of his well endowed cock. Some older trolls would trap him in a corner and force themselves on his bare erection. He also discovered after having exploded into someone who was riding on top of him that not everyone was able to notice when someone had come inside them. But he still avoided being fucked bare. This changed one visit as he was passing by one of the open booths as he spied a young man playing with his magnificent cock. He went over to him and started to work on his great cock with his mouth to reach its full manhood. Then with lust in his eyes, he decided he needed that cock inside him and went to straddle it. With much coaching, help with positioning by the young man and the lube in his possession, Frazer managed to great this large dick up him. Frazer started to ride him, knowing that everyone who passed by could see that they were barebacking. He raised himself up on the cock as far as he could go and then plunged himself down again. This really turned him on. It must also have turned the young man on, because before he knew what was happening, the young man was urging him to pull off as he looked down on the still engorged cock that it was oozing cum. Frazer had had his first load and he really enjoyed it. Frazer craved more and when he next visited the sauna, he went straight to the darkroom, which was heaving with bodies and perched himself up on a bench with his arse out to receive loads. He wasn't disappointed as many of the occupants took turns to load him with their spunk. He was particularly turned on by the feeling of being fucked raw and the cum that trickled out of him after the loading. Even when he got home, a great gush of cum emptied into his pants. Having experienced this, he wanted it again and again. He tried to visit more often to get that same exhilarating feeling of being barebacked. As yet another cock exploded in his mouth and he moved onto another accommodating cock that he wantonly rode with abandon. Frazer realised that he had moved from being a condom user only to being a cumdump as the man, who was fucking him, infected him with a release of his toxic load right up Frazer's arse.

After I fucked and seeded my first bareback ass I realized what I was and like others I embrace who I am. Fucking ass and shooting inside is the best sex ever. I was born to breed ass.

Agreed, though Biaggi will always be number one for me. Would serve that man any way he wanted, no questions asked.

Took my first load as a young young cumdump, and was informed that gays didn’t need condoms cause we couldn’t get pregnant. Year later I learned about sexually transmitted diseases and hiv... then I became a chaser 😈🐽🐷

It's not a matter of "loose" or "tight" it's a matter of how well you can control your sphincter muscle.

Hey guys, a short Part 10 to start catching up on the Tyler thread of the story. Thanks for the kind comments! Part 10 Tyler went back to his dorm room after being fucked for the first after getting high for the first time and felt overwhelming guilt. This was sin. The kind of sin that everyone talked about at church. Not just sodomy but drugs too. He had spent his entire childhood and high school career judging anyone who would fall so far from God that way. He would never do something that perverse. But he was sitting on his bed reckoning with the fact that he had fallen that far. And the fact that he loved every second of it. Even the pain at the beginning. But especially knowing that Chris came inside him. He didnt know the science of drugs but right after Chris bred him, he almost immediately felt higher. It made him want more. More cum shooting deep in him. Yes, the guilt was always going to be there, but now so was the desire to get fucked raw and bred. He was confused. Maybe he needed to come down fully from his high because none of this made sense. One thing did. His cock was hard and his hole was hungry. He wanted to get off again. Tyler pulled his pants and boxers off and laid back on his bed stroking his cock with one hand. As his other hand cupped his balls he drew his middle finger down to his hole. It was still wet. Chris had shot a huge load inside of him. He rubbed the leaking cum around his hole. It was sensitive to the touch but Tyler was too horny to care. He pushed his finger inside his hole and moaned. It felt good but he couldnt match the thickness of Chris' cock. He pushed a second finger into his hole and began picking up the pace, beginning to fuck himself as he thought about his friends bare cock pushing into him deep. Tyler pulled his legs back and pushed his fingers deeper inside him. He pictured Chris on top of him kissing him. But it was the added image of Hunter sitting by the bed taking a hit from that glass pipe and watching the two of them fucking that put him over the edge. With his eyes clenched shut, Tyler let out a loud moan as he felt his load build. At the point of no return Tyler yelled out "Fuck me Chris!" as he fucked himself with his fingers, his legs pulled as wide and far back as he could get them. But it was also at that precise moment that Casey who lived down the hall walked into Tyler's room without knocking. "Hey w-" Tyler was knocked out of his fantasy when he heard the door open but he was already shooting ropes of cum onto his shirt, his fingers still buried deep inside his hole. He lifted his head and looked at Casey at the door just as a shot of his cum hit him in the cheek. "What the fuck Ty!"

I've done it dozen or more times in my lifetime. Many years ago, the rest stops along the interstate road system was a good place to find a trucker in the rest room and then go back to his truck to suck him off or let him fuck me. Rest stops have mostly disappeared these days. And the remaining ones have been redesigned to make hookups not very easy. The big commercial truck stops try to keep the "lot lizards" off the property, to keep the prostitutes from bothering the truckers trying to sleep. But, with phone apps like Grindr and Growlr, I'll occasionally get hit on by a trucker spending the night at a truck stop. My favorite trucker experience was a few years ago when I met a trucker on Grindr that wanted to fuck. He told me where he was parked and told me that I could park my car directly in front of his 18 wheeler. I found his truck, parked and as I got out of my car, he pushed the driver's side door open to his cab. I climbed up into his truck cab and he was now behind the curtain in the sleeper section. He was pulling his shirt and pants off as he told me to lock the door and come back into the sleeper. I stepped in and he pulled the curtain behind me. It was now pretty dark, but I quickly undressed and then climbed onto the sleeping platform where he was stretched out naked. I sucked his cock until he was hard, then he told me to knee with my ass up. He poured some lube on my hole and slapped his big cock on my slick hole. He then slammed up into me in one quick thrust. He was all business and immediately began to slam and pump his cock into me. He fucked me for close to 20 minutes, before he finally unloaded in my ass. Once he came, I climbed off the bed and began to dress. I left through the same door that I came up in and I saw him push the door lock and close the curtain behind him. I'm sure he was heading to sleep for a few hours before he hit the road in the morning. As I began to unlock my car, I saw another trucker flash his parking lights a few times. I looked over in his direction, about 30 feet across the parking lot. I knew what flashing lights meant. So, I got in my car, turned it on and flashed my parking lights at him. He flashed back. So I pulled my car over to his truck and parked it in front of his. As I got out of my car, I could see him turn on a small light in his sleeper. I climbed up and opened his door and climbed all the way into his cab. He was sitting on his matress and kicking off his shoes. I locked the door and climbed back into the sleeper. I could finally see him. He was a nice looking guy in his late 30's. He chuckled as I pulled the drapes closed to his sleeper. "It's so dark out, that I couldn't tell if you were male or female when I saw you climbing out of that other guys cab? But, it was obvious you were there for sex. Hell, at this time of night, it doesn't matter one way or the other", he laughed. He had stripped out of his clothes and was sitting on the edge of the mattress, naked and looking very hot. I quickly stripped and dropped to my knees. He was still soft, but my mouth brought his 7" cock to full hardness in several minutes. Once he was fully hard, I moved down to his balls and sucked on them. Then lifted his knees to his chest and ate his musky tasting, hairy asshole. "Damn! That's what I like about you fags. You're all so nasty!" he chuckled. He groaned as I ate his hairy hole. I sucked his rock hard cock again and he sat up again. This time, leaning over and rubbing my asshole with his finger. Great, he was ready to fuck. I stood up and asked if he had lube. The answer was no. But, I had a small bottle in my pocket. I pulled it out and then knelt on the edge of his mattress as I lubed my ass a bit. I knew my hole should still be slick with the first guys lube and cum. This guy stood behind me and easily slid up into me. He really fucked hard and deep. He finally put one of his legs up on the bed, so he could ram into me from an angle. Giving himself some added friction. Finally, as he again stood directly behind me, he stood behind me and pulled my legs up so I could wrap my ankles around his neck. He grabbed me tightly around my thighs and slammed deep into me. Only about 5 minutes of fucking was all it took before he softly groaned, arched his back and unloaded inside me. He seemed to be coming and coming and coming. He must have had a several day load to unload. I milked his cock with my ass as he filled me. Then I quickly dressed and left him to drift off to sleep. No words were needed or exchanged. We both got what we needed. To me, there's nothing so hot as getting a str8 trucker off. Truckers are getting rarer and rarer to find. But, they're always worth taking the chance.

My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!

This happened last year, while I was in Paris on a work trip. I’m 32, 5’8, 160lbs, dark short hair. 20 years of gymnastics are still showing. I still work out 4 times a week, and I have a tight little ass which gets used quite a lot, especially since I started barebacking in 2014. A fuckbuddy of mine just broke a condom while fucking me, and decided to just keep going. I never went back. Been hitting the bathhouses a lot every time I could. I took PrEp for a few years but been off it for almost 2 years. I was just missing the thrill of taking risks. The more anon dicks the better. Like every work trip I take, it’s just a lot of running around, meeting after meeting, but I always make sure to have a full weekend to explore the scene. During the week, I research bathhouses and sexclubs and decide on going to a couple places. Arrived Friday, and I’m headed to a sexclub called the Bunker. According to what I could read online, the place is very sleazy, with a leather/sport/fetish twist. I’m dressed quite casually, cap on, fitted black sweatpants, comfy sneakers and white jocks. I know anyway that my clothes aren’t gonna stay on for too long. I take the metro to a district a bit off centre, in a residential area. The entrance is a discreet door on the ground floor of an apartment building. I ring the bell and get buzzed in. My nose instantly gets filled with that smell I love so much, this mix of poppers, sweat, cum and cleaning product. I pay the cover and just walk to the lockers, leaving just my jacket and wallet not to lose anything. I just put a bottle of poppers in my pocket. I look around and a few guys are changing. A few older guys are checking me out and my hole is already twitching. I’m not picky when it comes to dicks and loads and guys usually know by looking at me that they’ll get to breed me if they want to, no matter what. I go down some dark stairs to the basement where the action is. I take my t-shirt off and tuck it in my waistband. This guy is following me down the stairs but my eyes are still not accustomed to the darkness so I can’t really make it out what he looks like. I just can figure that he’s taller than me and wearing a leather harness and a black cap. I just roam around the halls, exploring a bit to find the spot that will get my ass the attention it needs. I pass by a few couples making out or fucking here and there, some guys make eye contact with me or just grab my ass while I walk around. Fuck I’m horny, and I just want to find a spot to get on all four and take as many loads as I can. I get into a crowded space with tables where a few bottoms are being fucked by guys waiting in line. I know this is the place I need to be. Already I feel hands down my pants playing with my hole. It’s hot and it’s sweaty. Someone’s pulling my pants down and rubbing his cock on my ass. A guy is kissing me at the same time so I can’t even see who’s behind me. I feel someone spitting on my hole and spreading it with his cock before shoving it brutally. It makes scream but the guy in front of me just shuts me up by shoving his dick into my mouth. The guy fucking is breaking my ass and I’m afraid it will just rip and that I won’t be able to get fucked all night as I want. He directs me to one of the tables with his dick still in my hole to bend me over it. Other guys are starting to give me attention and line up. I take a deep whiff of poppers and just start screaming to fuck me harder. The first guy gives me my first load of the night and another one takes his place, using that load as lube. I have a dick in my mouth but it’s to dark for me to see properly. On my right, touching my ass being fucked, I think I can see harness guy. He’s wearing black shorts containing a pretty big bulge he’s rubbing hard while watching me. From where I am, bent over, his face is in the shadow, covered by his black cap. His body looks really lean, quite muscular but thin and veiny, especially in the stomach area which is at my eyes’ level. He leans forward to kiss me and I feel a rough beard on my face before he leaves. The other guys keep taking turn in my hole, I just take whiff after whiff of poppers and I just lose count of the number of dicks and loads I take. Probably more dicks than loads but cum is still dripping down my legs and I start feeling a bit numb. I get up to walk a bit but a big guy grabs me and just throws me onto a sofa to fuck me on my back before shooting his load quickly, putting his dick back into his sweatpants and disappearing. I’m trying to recover my senses, still lying alone on my back on the sofa in this dark corner when harness guy shows up. I can now see his shape clearly against the light behind him. He’s indeed quite tall, wearing white sweat socks and black sneaks. He comes closer and I can see his body is covered in light fur. I can smell his sweaty body. While muscular, he’s indeed very veiny which makes him look older than he probably is. It’s still too dark in this corner to completely see him. He leans forward, kisses me. “Been watching you all night. Love sloppy second, and you look very sloppy now. Want that dick in you boy?” He said while shaking his dick on my stomach. His dick is not huge, about 7 inches, but hard as fuck. Before I can answer, his raw dick is deep inside my hole. I reach to my bottle of poppers but he grabs my hand to stop me “Not now boy, I want you to feel my cock ripping you”. His dick feels much larger than it looked and the pain is excruciating. I think I’m almost passed out and I lose track of time. How long did he fuck me? 5 minutes? 45? I don’t know. He just thrusts in and out of me like a mad guy. “Fuck boy, that’s a nice little tight ass you. I’m gonna rip you apart”. All the sudden, he just stops and gets up. “I’ll see you later boy. I promise, that load is for you”. I’m trying to catch my breath and get up. I’m sweaty as fuck, mixed with cum still coming out of my sloppy hole. I’m just walking around until I get grabbed again and directed to a booth by an older guy. He puts me up on a sling and just slides his dick into me. At this point, I just feel so numb, I don’t even really feel it. It’s late and most guys who were saving their loads are just discharging in any hole they can find. The older guy starts grunting before shooting his load deep into me. He seems angry and spits on me before leaving the room. A few guys follow, not lasting long before loading my ass. I’m getting down from the sling but someone pushes me hard back into it. It’s harness guy. His face looks evil now. I’m on my back again and harness guy just shoves his dick back into me in one hard thrust. This time, he’s the one holding poppers under my nose. “Take a deep breath boy, cause this time, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna destroy you boy”. His left hand holds onto my right leg for balance while his left hand is choking me. He looks angry. “Take that fucking dick boy”. I can barely take it anymore. The room is lit and I can see his lean bearded face under the cap. I also can make out a scorpion tattoo on his left pec. He sees that I’m looking at it. “You know what that means don’t you boy? Dirty little pigs like you are after that, I know it!”. His face looks more and more evil as he’s picking up the pace. “You’ve been fucked all night like a dirty whore. You don’t know by who but I guarantee you that this dick of mine is fucking toxic”. My hole is burning. “The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I’d breed at the end of the night. Been building up that poz load for you all night”. He gives me one last whiff of poppers before I see his body stiffening. Guys around me are looking and encourage him. “Poz the boy!”. “Take my load boy!” as he’s unloading in my hole. As everyone is leaving me on my sling, I feel lost. I’m jerking off alone, just thinking that I just took my only second known poz load and wondering if I’m shooting my last neg load.

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

Always keep them inside me. I wanna feel poz loads deep in me.

I didn’t choose to be a gag but I did choose to be a slut whore who lets anyone fuck me raw and cum in me. I choose to let men use my holes as they wish.

Looking for dirty old men (at least 60 years old) for filthy times. Vers here but prefer to bottom. Very few limits. Based Kent but can't accom though happy to travel or outdoor meets. Regular meets possible.

My friend picked up this hot Twink at the gay bar, Once here it didn't take much before he was willing to be stripped and turned into a cum dumpster.

Fucking asshole drs and therapists convinced me to get rid of all my sex gear and parTy supplies. Have to start my collection from the beginning again.

Any guys want to take me to locker room when it reopens? not been before so a bit shy

Anyone seen any news on potential reopenings next week? Keen to get on my knees in dark rooms again...

Another great chapter.

OMG. Brain ticking over, mouth going dry, that sliding in me just looking at the tattoo. Know I should say no but know I be just groaning in pleasure. Talk dirty n don't pull out

Part 27 - Poking Charlie After a light dinner Carrington took Charlie to the bathroom stripping him naked then taking his hand walking to the shower. Carrington took the shower head off he looked at Charlie "Bend over" he said grinning. Charlie looked at the shower head "You are not fucking me with that" he replied eyes open wide. Carrington laughed "No, I guess you have never had to clean out before sex". "Clean out?" Charlie asked looking at Carrington then the shower head backing away a little. Laughing screams echoed from the bathroom along with the occasional slapping noise and the words keep still. The odd retching sound from Charlie sat on the toilet expelling the water in gushes. "Enjoying that?" Carrington asked still in fits of laugher. "No" Charlie replied, "At least with a women you can just fuck without all this". Carrington reattached the shower head "Ready to shower?" he asked. Charlie stood "Don't know if I will ever look at that the same way" he said nervously laughing. He walked towards the shower "Oh no" Charlie said suddenly running back to the toilet sitting down. After three more attempts Charlie finally managed to take a shower and towel himself dry joining Carrington in bed. Thinking he would be nervous and worried about the pain, he was strangely calm falling in to Carrington's arms. Slowly and with exquisite tenderness Carrington ventured forward taking Charlie on an erotic love making journey. Exploring every inch of Charlie's body and ending up back in each others arms, Charlie let out a subtle moan feeling Carrington's finger rubbing at his hole. Sublime erotic tingles running up his spine spreading out in to every nerve ending in his body. The finger working a little deeper each time, Charlie moaned louder actually feeling his hole encouraging Carrington's finger. There was a little discomfort at first but his focus on kissing Carrington allowed a peace offering to his arse. Gradually Charlie found himself laying face down on the bed with Carrington kneeling beside him stroking his arse and back. Charlie moved his hand and touched Carrington's cock almost feeling the desire in he firmness. He giggled feeling the cooling liquid hitting his hole, turmoil running through his head unsure what to expect. The bed under him moved and he felt the weight of Carrington and the soft warm skin touching his back, lifting his head up waiting for the moment and ready to cry out in pain. 'You are too tense Charlie relax' Carrington said kissing his neck and cheek, turning his head to meet Carrington's lips they kissed having the desired effect and relaxing his body. Slowly Carrington moved his cock between the soft crevice between the firm arse cheeks, Carrington's cock crying out to delve in and take him, rubbing against the lubed hole had Carrington moaning in a state of desperation. With gentle movement he allowed Charlie time to enjoy the feeling, the small moans of pleasure escaping Charlie, his arse now pushing up wanting to feel more. Carrington's hands moved along Charlie's arms until their hands held each other, the significance of this act and Charlie squeezing Carrington's hand exuded a love neither of them had ever felt before. His final act of commitment to Carrington about take centre stage. His hips drew back allowing his cock to move in to position, kissing Charlie's neck a few times he then eased down very slowly. The body under him tensing immediately, he pulled back waiting for Charlie to relax again then eased down a slightly less tensing took place and Carrington held his cock there kissing Charlie's neck again. A little more pressure added and his head snapped upwards half moaning and crying, his hole opened taking the head of Carrington's cock. Carrington squeezed Charlie's hands in comfort, his legs squirming left to right in discomfort for a moment. His arse wanting to reject the intrusion yet he was somewhat in control and gritted his teeth crying and moaning louder, it was a sacrifice through the pain he had to make. Carrington kissed him on the ear 'breath deeply and slowly Charlie' he whispered. Nodding his head he took several nervous deep breaths feeling his arse relax a little followed by more of the invading cock. Concentrating on his breathing and gasping each time more of Carrington got inside him, shaking his head 'Wait' he said through a gasp. Carrington held perfectly still feeling Charlie's deep breaths and softening moans, in time with his deep in take of air Carrington pushed feeling his cock slide the rest of the way. Charlie groaned his body stretching and head collapsing on the bed 'Fuuuck' he groweld squeezing Carrington's hand tightly until his knuckles turned white. His entire body pinned on the bed by Carrington suddenly had Charlie giggling, he really had no idea what to make of the weirdness of it all. Raising his head he turned to see Carrington looking at him 'Oh fuck' Charlie said lunging his face forward to kiss him. Intuitively Carrington's hips started moving slowly up and down, tiny movements but enough for Charlie to feel. The whimpers soon dying out replaced by moans from deep in his chest, Charlie broke away from the kiss 'Oh god your fucking me' he said sounding half surprised. Carrington kissed him 'And about time' he softly cooed at Charlie licking and kissing his nose 'Wanted to do this for so long Charlie, finally you are mine and I am yours' he whispered running his tongue across Charlie's lips. Charlie unable to speak felt an increase in the weight and speed of Carrington's hips moving against his arse 'Argh, argh, argh' Charlie responded before Carrington shut him up in another deep kiss. His arse beginning to feel on fire from the friction of the cock rubbing against the inside of his arse, for a moment it eased then returned less painful, Carrington's pre-cum leaking out providing a natural lubricant. Still he waited for the real pain to begin, Carrington was true to his words and treated Charlie so delicately in his rhythm, the occasional hard deep thrust was delivered delicately and held there for a moment. Charlie responding by louder deep groans vibrating in his body, his hands held firmly with Carrington's. His hips started moving faster, the signs of his orgasm starting to build. The only movement coming from Carrington's hips riding in a wave motion, their bodies appeared stuck together the moans from Charlie filling the air around them, the gentle sound of balls tapping against Charlie's arse. Charlie lowered his head moaning as a powerful force of erotic pleasure took over his body. Carrington's head slightly above and to the side of Charlie's head was emitting erratic breathing, his body almost shuddering with each moment his orgasm built. Letting out two loud breaths his hips pushed down and arse cheeks clenched hard, caught by surprise Charlie cried out at the sudden sharp pain squeezing Carrington's hands again. Charlie's body reacted with his senses heightened, he could feel the pulsing in his arse, the hard jabbing movements of Carrington's hips sending shards of very weird pain through his body. Carrington groaning in to his left ear, he became aware that he was feeling Carrington's orgasm. The pain no longer evident his arse pushed up against Carrington's hips hard urging him on, Carrington responding by clenching his arse tight and pushing down. Carrington's body laying heavily on top of Charlie, their hands still clasped together, Carrington panted lightly through soft happy noises. Their eyes remained fixed on each other, staring, unblinking and full of love. Over the last few years being in this position had never crossed his mind, but here he was pinned under this amazing man with an array of emotional feelings. He just did something to Charlie that brightened his life and allowed him to face hidden secretive parts that had always been there, without judgement Carrington had released the true person in him. After a few moments Charlie shook his head "Dam my arse aches and burns,' he softly said. Carrington smiled "It will get easier" he replied gently kissing him. Charlie smiled "Do you think it will be a girl or a boy" he asked then laughed. Carrington raised his head "I hope it will be a boy" he said smiling. "Two boys" Charlie said laying his head back down on the bed. Carrington laid his head down facing Charlie "Would you really like 2 boys?" he asked. Charlie smiled "Yes" he replied, "Always wanted children, I don't know why". Carrington smiled "I want to adopt like my parents did" he said looking Charlie in the eyes. "Two boys it is then" Charlie replied, "If you think you can handle two". Carrington chuckled "Not for a few years yet though I want to enjoy you as much as possible". Charlie smiled and sighed lovingly "Thank you Carrington, for everything". Charlie spent the next few days exploring Buckhead, the more he saw of it the more he liked this perfect little suburb of Atlanta. His exploration done mostly through jogging the streets, he was even getting recognised by some of the other gay guys who frequented the gym who often shouted over at him 'Hey Brit' since they didn't know his name. Rico would finish filming by 2pm and would swing by picking Charlie up taking him out to lunch. Supposedly just quick lunches but with the amount of people who recognised Rico and wanted to talk about his latest series being aired meant that lunches ended up being longer than anticipated. The coming weekend Rico invited Carrington and Charlie to join them at Barclay House where he hosting a dinner for all his co-stars to celebrate their recent award wins. It mean another shopping trip for Charlie being a black tie event, Rico swung by Friday afternoon taking Charlie to Lennox Square and Ermenegildo Zegna boutique. He just went with the flow and trusted Rico's judgement after all he wanted to Charlie to look good. After trying on several tuxedos Charlie sat down and read the text message he received from Dave his commanding officer. He was brief and to the point expressing his disappointment but understanding, Charlie replied confirming he would attend in a couple of weeks. "You look like a twink with the world on his shoulders" Rico said sitting down next to him. Charlie looked up "Oh its nothing" he replied putting his phone away. "Charlie!" Rico said looking at him, "If something is bothering you talk". Charlie sighed "I have confirmation of my discharge from the navy in two weeks" he said. "Oh right" Rico replied patting his knee, "So you are leaving the military then?" he asked. Charlie nodded "Partly your fault, being so nice to me" he said smiling. Rico grinned "Does that mean..." he started saying before Charlie stopped him. "Don't ask" Charlie said abruptly, "Some things need to be worked out then we will tell you". Rico sat back in his chair smiling "If you need help with residency Mason has contacts". Charlie chuckled "Stop it Rico" he said, "I mean it and not a word to Mason yet". "Hmm" Rico replied, "I will consider it as long as you hang with me Saturday night". Charlie looked at him "You want to show me off more like" he retorted grinning. "Of course you cute little twink" Rico said teasing him. "Stop calling me a fucking twink" Charlie muttered under his breath. Rico looked at him then laughed. "Perfecto" Rico said standing up taking the bags from the assistant. Charlie got Carrington's credit card to hand over. "Put it away Charlie" Rico said. Charlie walked with Rico out of the boutique "You didn't pay though" he said. Rico laughed "Charlie you have much to learn. Dam photographers" he said waving his hand. Rico grabbed Charlie and headed out of Lennox Square. "Slow down" Charlie complained. Rico and Charlie reached Barclay House just after 5pm and Carrington arrived a few minutes before them already sitting down in the family room with Mason. They spent a cosy evening having dinner outside and talking late in to night. Saturday morning Charlie got up and stood by the window looking out at the peaceful grounds. Below on the terrace people were bustling around setting up tall tables where the cocktail party would be before dinner in the great room as it was called. Carrington woke and slipped out of bed padding across the room naked and semi erect with his morning wood. Charlie moaned softly feeling the arms and warm body touching his. "Morning" Charlie said turning his head and kissing Carrington. Carrington smiled "Morning. Everything alright?" he asked. Charlie nodded. "What a strange world you live in" Charlie said watching the people bustling around on the terrace. "This isn't too much for you?" Carrington asked looking slightly worried. Charlie leaned his head back against Carrington "A little" he replied stroking his arm. "You haven't changed your mind?" Carrington asked. "No" Charlie said looking at him, "I have got my discharge orders Carrington". Carrington kissed him "Are you definitely sure Charlie?" he asked seeing reassurance. "Scared as hell to be honest" Charlie confessed, "I will be out of a job and career". Carrington nodded "Rico needs an assistant his last one left months ago" he said laughing. "Don't joke like that" Charlie replied, "Lunch with him lasts hours and I feel like a gooseberry". Carrington laughed squeezing Charlie "Very sexy one, I know they can go on but that is Rico". Carrington kissed his neck "Come and shower with me" he whispered softly taking his hand. Walking down the staircase and through several rooms to reach the kitchen and family room they could hear Mason and Rico in fits of laughter, opening the door the housekeeper was standing over them along with a young man Charlie hadn't seen before. The young man was probably in his late twenties about Charlie's height with black hair and striking blue eyes with a normal body, he was dressed in a chefs tunic. Everyone was so occupied and laughing looking at a magazine the housekeeper brought with her that morning that they didn't notice Carrington and Charlie entering. "What is going on?" Carrington asked approaching them, "Nate back from your holiday?". "Carrington" Nate cried out walking over and hugging him, "And who is this?" he asked. "Charlie this is Nate my parents chef, just back from holiday" Carrington said. Nate shook hands and looked Charlie up and down "I approve Carrington" he said smiling. "Like I need you approval" Carrington replied, "What is going on?". Nate smiled "I will let Rico show you" he replied, "Eggs for you, what about your man?". Charlie shrugged "Have you get shredded wheat?" he asked. Nate looked at him "No idea what that is, you can have eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes, fruit" he suggested. "Egg and bacon please, with grilled tomato" Charlie replied feeling hungry. Nate nodded "How do you like your eggs?" he asked. Charlie didn't know if this was trick question "From a chicken" he replied. Carrington laughed slapping Charlie's arse "No, how do you like them cooked" he said. "Oh right, scrambled don't like fried stuff" Charlie replied. "Yeah I could have guessed as much" Nate replied looking at his body. "Morning guys" Mason called out refilling his coffee cup, "You have to see this" he said. They walked over to an article in the magazine, a big picture of Rico on the left page and the right was a picture of Rico and Charlie leaving the boutique both smiling and looking at each other. Carrington burst out laughing reading the headline 'Hot Latin TV Sensation Rico On The Town With Handsome Young Man', Charlie read through the article his mouth open reading the lies being suggested in the stories. Mason and Rico went quiet watching Charlie's response unsure how he was going to react at his face splashed in the trashy gossip magazine. "You okay?" Carrington asked trying to assess Charlie. Charlie looked at Carrington "Dam I look fucking hot" he said grinning. Rico stood up hands on his hips looking in a huff "Last time I take you out" he said. Charlie chuckled. "I have never been upstaged by anyone so British" Rico said walking towards Charlie. Charlie held his arms open and embraced Rico " Oh Rico, of course I am hotter than you" he said giggling. They both laughed and spent breakfast reading over the article for ages, Mason sat watching them with a big smile and nodded to Carrington. He knew that was his father's very real approval of Charlie and in that instant Carrington seemed to drop a massive burden from his shoulders, leaning back in his chair and smiling it didn't go unnoticed by Rico and Charlie. Mason stood looking at Rico tapping his watch "Come on Rico we have lots to do" he said. "Si mi amour" Rico replied standing, "1pm for lunch" he said to Carrington and Charlie. "Yes father" Carrington replied, "Think we will hit the gym and buff up for tonight". "Charlie you need to tell let me know what you like and don't like" Nate called over to him. "What now?" Charlie replied walking over to him. "Not right now but I do need to know" Nate replied, "What would you like for lunch?". Charlie chuckled "I don't know" he said then "Ah toad in the hole" he said laughing. Nate stood scratching his head confused. "Look it up" Charlie said leaving with Carrington. Carrington laughed "Crap I have never been able to stump him like that" he said. Charlie looked at Carrington "What's going on, what's happening?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Carrington replied looking at him. "Something more relaxed about you, I can't put my finger on it" Charlie said stopping. Carrington smiled "Absolutely nothing, in fact everything is just so". Charlie shook his head "You are a conundrum sometimes" he said kissing him. "You have impressed both my parents Charlie, they like you and that is big" Carrington said. Charlie nodded and his smiled dropped "How the hell I tell my parents I don't know". They went up to the bedroom and change then headed down the stairs electing to go to the gym in Buckhead rather than the one in the house so they could get out of the way for the morning. Rico came running out after them handing his car keys over to Charlie 'Take mine Charlie I know you like driving it'. Carrington warned Charlie that his fathers purple Porsche was well known around town. He shrugged it off laughing unable to pass the opportunity up. Carrington shouted across the courtyard at his father telling him they would have words later. Rico in true award winning sitcom style turned throwing a look at Carrington then blew him a kiss laughing and closing the front doors. After their workout Charlie knew what Carrington meant, the car was surrounded by fans waiting and looking mildly disappointed with the appearance of Charlie and Carrington. They still asked where Rico was and settling for second best wanted photos taken with Carrington. It was definitely an eye opener for Charlie seeing that many of the very avid fans knew who Carrington was, they handed him congratulation cards for Rico's win and wanted to kiss him. Unfortunately Charlie got dragged into a couple of photos with fans asking who he was, his reply was no one special. Charlie locked the doors "That was scary" he said looking at Carrington. "I warned you" Carrington replied laughing, "I forgot to mention this happens sometimes". "Cheers" Charlie replied glancing at Carrington then realising their photo was being taken. "They never stop" Carrington said looking worried, "Let's get home". Charlie looked at him "Home" he said smiling. Carrington reached over grabbing his hand. Rico stood at the door seeing his car coming along the driveway. Carrington grabbed the pile of cards from the back seat and heard Rico laughing his head off. Charlie handed him the keys 'No damage' he said kissing him on the cheek. Carrington fetched the last card off the back seat and looked over but Rico and Charlie had already gone inside, he smiled shaking his head and knew that Charlie was going to fit in so well with his family. Lunch ended up with a promise that Charlie would show Nate how to cook toad in the hole since he couldn't fathom it out properly, he omitted to tell Nate that his twin would have to be on a video call explaining how to do it. By early evening Charlie was dressed in his tuxedo, a little nervous yes but actually looking forward to the evening. Walking in to the great room mason looked up and smiled at how immaculate Charlie looked. "That is one fine gentleman" Mason said causing Rico to look up. Rico nodded "Very suave" he said, "Charlie do you know how to behave?" he asked chuckling. Charlie rolled his eyes "I am a navy man of course I know" he said walking over. Carrington grabbed four glasses of champagne "We have a little announcement to make" he said. Mason raised an eyebrow "I hope this is not going to upset the evening" he replied. "No" Carrington replied as Charlie held his hand, "Charlie and I are going to set up home here in Atlanta". Mason looked for a moment then hugged Charlie "Thank you so much" he said nearly crying. Rico hugged Charlie "Thank you" he said kissing him on the cheek. "We will spend some of the year in England at Charlie's home as well" Carrington said. "Of course" Mason replied, "Actually the director of the INS is coming tonight". Carrington cocked his head to one side "Did you plan this?" he asked smirking at Mason. "Not at all, pure coincidence he is a friend" Mason said sounding offended but grinning. Charlie laughed unconvinced "I will let you off this time" he said making Mason laugh. Charlie had no idea who the guests were that evening, he was introduced to a lot of glamour both men and women from Rico's TV series and other co-stars, there was plenty of hot looking men in the room but Charlie by far was the biggest hit of the evening since word quickly got around he was dating Rico and Mason's son. Even though they had made the announcement Charlie kept his promise and hung out with Rico thoroughly enjoying his evening. Making his way around the room Charlie half expected it to be all highly strung diva actors seeking attention constantly, well that is what he had read about in some of the magazines. To his surprise everybody seemed completely relaxed despite the surroundings and the odd photographer milling around during the cocktail party. No matter who Rico spoke to a customary photograph was taken and Rico made sure that Charlie was in the shot. It was a cleverly disguised way of getting Charlie known to his fans and importantly their friends. Mason and Carrington mixed together keeping an eye on Charlie and sure enough his military training showed through with his precise manners and compliments pulling the guests in to his charm and English nature. "How are you going Charlie?" Rico asked finding themselves a quiet few minutes. "Loving it" Charlie replied, "I'm half expecting famous Hollywood or reality stars to show up". Rico laughed "Mi nino, no" Rico replied smiling, "We don't invite trash to our parties". Charlie laughed "How can it be a party without trash?" he asked putting his empty glass down. "Rico, Rico, Rico puta madre" Alberto said shining in his silver jacket approaching them. "Oh Charlie, you ask for trash and here it comes" Rico said putting a hand on his shoulder chuckling. Alberto strode purposely the last few steps towards them, at 26 he was no where near as big or famous as Rico in the TV world but he loved to make an entrance, Puerto Rican descent with a string of discarded gay lovers left in his wake he was one divine looking Latino. Even with his jacket on the muscles in his arms protruded, his dark brown wavy hair framing a laser precision chiselled face, light brown eyes and whispers of a moustache and hair below his lip and down his chin and Latin brown skin gave him a look of erotic prowess. A sight that even captivated Charlie for a brief moment. "Alberto you managed to climb out of your trash can?" Rico asked smiling. Alberto waved his hand "I like to make an entrance, I see you are dressed for the soup kitchen". Charlie nearly choked from laughing. "Even I would choke being with him" Alberto said to Charlie. Rico laughed "Charlie this unfortunate thing is Alberto Suarez, calls himself an actor" he said. Charlie held out his hand and Alberto looked at it "No, we kiss" he said grabbing Charlie. Alberto felt a hand on his shoulder "Hands off Gloria" Carrington said. Alberto laughed "Only one person calls me Gloria" he said turning and hugging Carrington hard. "When did you get back from Puerto Rico?" Carrington asked. "Two days ago" Alberto replied kissing Carrington on the cheeks. The hugged last a while "When are you going make a dishonest man of me" Alberto asked letting go. "You are way past dishonest Albe" Carrington replied hugging him again. "Anyway I see you have met Charlie my boyfriend, my man and not yours" Carrington said. Alberto looked at Charlie and nodded "Yes very nice, I like" he said now shaking hands. "Carrington take Albe to get a drink, no one can recognise him without a glass in his hand" Rico said smirking. "Did they?" Charlie was about to ask but Rico laughed. "Certainly not, Albe grew up knowing Carrington" Rico said, "Child actor, well still is". During dinner Charlie found himself sat opposite Alberto and next to Rico and Carrington, Mason sat next to Alberto and Charlie noticed there was a clear friendship despite all the banter between. Alberto fell in love with Charlie's accent constantly asking him to say typical British things then trying to copy him. After dinner Charlie managed to get away from Rico and found Mason sitting outside getting some fresh air nursing a glass of brandy. Charlie slipped outside and sat next to him "Are these parties always like this?" he asked. Mason siled "No, thank god, I can't keep up with the conversation half the time" he replied. "The next one who asks to me to say something I will punch" Charlie said resting back. Mason patted Charlie's leg laughing "You certainly stole the light this evening". They sat there talking for ages, Carrington noticing Charlie was missing spotted them and stood by the bi-fold windows watching with a smile on his face. The sight of them getting along so effortlessly and the drink got him all emotional, apart from someone to love it was important that his parents like them as well. Rico came over putting his arm around his son 'Perfect choice mi hijo', Carrington wiped his eyes and leaned on his father's shoulder watching Mason and Charlie laughing in their own private little world. Rico kissed Carrington's head 'Come on let's get these divas out of here' he said. Like a wave of time their stay was up and they stood at the airport saying good bye to Mason and Rico, Carrington had work to do and Charlie had to go for his discharge order. Massive strings were pulled and Charlie was leaving the US with dual citizenship and residency rights. Charlie was sad on one hand to be leaving after having the most amazing two weeks. The other was excitement to see Conrad who would be back from his honeymoon and he desperately wanted to see his twin. Conrad was too excited to sleep and was up at the crack of the dawn, leaving Harry in bed he headed off with Felix to Heathrow desperate to see his twin and Carrington. Pacing up and down Felix grabbed hold of Conrad and sent him off to grab some coffees for everyone to keep him occupied and out of the way. Conrad arrived back just in time as Charlie and Carrington came through the doors, Felix grabbed the coffee tray and Conrad ducked under the barrier. Charlie ran towards him sweeping him off his feet hugging him tightly as flurries of words flew in the air about missing each other, playing it calm Conrad decided not to go on about his disappearance to Atlanta. Instead he smiled and nodded at Carrington over Charlie's shoulder then went over and hugged Carrington kissing him on the cheek.

Fingers crossed for the return of this event.

I like it best when I can tell the guys fucking me really want to hurt me and they really think I'm cheap, disgusting, used pozzed up trash. I love it when men strangle me so hard that they bruise my neck and make me lose consciousness. specially if when I wake up some new guy fucking me and that guy is long gone. or the guy has his forearm shoved up my ass. I had a regular anon top who would fuck me blindfolded in his apt. sometimes alone, sometimes with one or two other guys and he would get me on my back and strangle the fuck out of me while he drilled my ass and he would tell me how much he wanted to "snuff"me and get me to beg him to. he said he would rather snuff me with his aids cum. no idea what he looked like but he was a hot fuck everytime

Part Sixteen John woke up the next morning, bound in cuffs. He stirred slowly, making an audible groan as he moved his head. “Hurts right” I asked, sitting at the bedside. He slowly looked over at me with half open eyes. He went to move and found his arms were bound. “What's the fuck?” he croaked. “Here,” I said taking the cap off a water, “You won't be able to talk with that cottonmouth.” I put the bottle up to his lips while he just glared at me. “You can drink or sit there, I don't give a fuck.” He wrapped his lips around the bottle and drank the entire contents in one long gulp. I tossed the bottle away and sat back down. “Why am I tied up?” he asked. “Because we need to talk and I don't trust you not to talk with your hands.” He struggled with the cuffs, “Why what happened last night?” “You know what happened.” He locked eyes with me, “No, I really don't.” “Really?” I said pulling my phone out, “You sure about that?” He watched as I plowed him the first time, him grunting and begging the whole time. His face got pale and his mouth hung open as he stared at the impossible. “You raped me?” “See there is that word again, rape,” I said as I loaded the next video up, “Rape implies non consensual, and this is anything but.” I showed him on all fours as he begged Sammy to fuck him. I made sure he couldn't tell who was fucking him, but the sounds of him begging for more were loud and clear. Again he just watched in shock/horror/fascination. He wasn't looking away, which is a good sign unto itself. “See John, that's you,” I pointed to the screen, “And that's you shooting your load from getting fucked like a bitch.” “No...” he said softly, trying to convince himself that the video was a fake. I moved over to the bed, making sure the video was right in his face. He could have stopped watching at anytime by closing his eyes, but he didn't. Instead he was locked onto him getting fucked like his life depended on it. “It's not your fault dude,” I said calmly, “I mean what can you do about an itchy ass?” His eyes darted to me as a moment of recognition passed through his mind. “Right? You know it's true right?” I said, moving my other hand between his legs. “Don't,” he warned. “But why John? Look at the video...you like it. You want it.” “N-no...you drugged me.” “You were wasted sure, but you're not now. And your ass is itching all the same.” He looked back at the phone and then back to me. “It's no big deal man, just give in to what you want.” “I don't want this!” he cried. “Then why is your cock hard?” I said grabbing his fucking beast of a cock by the base. He let out a moan as he looked down at his judas dick. “You're turned on man, it's ok.” He shook his head while I stroked him slowly, the drop of precum pooling at the head while he tried to will it to stop. “Come on John, remember how good it felt?” I let go of the phone and slipped my other hand under him. “Please don't...” he whimpered, the sound of him begging for more cock filling the room. “But why John,” my finger touched his hole, “Why deny yourself this?” “Not a fag...” he tried to reason as I pressed slowly into him. “No, you're a not a fag. You just like getting fucked, there's a big difference.” My finger slid easily up his ass, he tried to clench it shut but his little brother had stretched him so much that it didn't stop me from digging deeper and deeper. “Stop...don't...” he intoned, his head thrashing from side to side as I got further into him. “But your cock, it's even harder now...” I made sure to jerk him a couple of times to prove it. “Just say you want it John.” His eyes were closed and he had already started sweating. “Just relax...” I said sweetly. “I don't want....” And I passed over his prostate. “Ugghhhhh...” he groaned as his willpower deserted him. “What's that John?” I asked, rubbing back and forth over his spot, “Your ass itchy John? Your ass itchy again?” He was trying to hold on for dear life, he really was. But the truth of the matter was that his prostate was being over stimulated, he was being triggered into flashbacks by asking about the itchy ass and he was remembering what it felt like to be fucked. Of course most of that was the drugs, but he still felt it and was remembering it. “Just relax John...accept it...” He shook his head again as I started to just straight on assault his ass. He was jerking up and down like he was being exposed to an electrical wire, his cock was burping precum everywhere, betraying how turned on he was right now. “Come on John, let go. Just accept it...” I slipped another finger into him, “Your ass is just too itchy...” With two fingers I could apply so much more force, making his open his mouth in a silent scream as I stopped moving over his boybutton and just started to stab at it. His hips were off the bed as he simultaneously tried to get away from my hand and slam himself down on it harder. “Come on John, admit it.” He still said nothing, but his abs were covered in cock snot. So I slipped my fingers out in one quick motion, “Ok, never mind.” His eyes flew open and he looked up at me, in a full blown panic, but his mouth unable to let him speak. “What? Fine John, I'll leave you alone.” He looked down at his dripping cock and then focused on my phone again, and the image of him begging to be fucked harder and harder. “Ok.” he said in a small voice. “What?” “Ok, do it,” he said. “Do what?” “Get me off!” he roared. And now for the last part of our lesson. I jumped up on the bed and grabbed his throat, making his eyes bug out in shock. “Listen your fucking pussy boy. You want to get fucked then you ask for it like any other slut. You ain't no fucking alpha jock, you're a bottom bitch who needs to be fucked. So the quicker you understand that the better.” I Let go of him so he could take a breath and grabbed the dildo off the nightstand. I shoved it up into him and turned it on full blast. A squeal came out of his mouth as I grabbed his cock again. “You get it bitch? You aren't in control here, I am. You get that?” He nodded, sweat flying off of him. “What was that?” “Yes, I got it!” “Yes what?” He looked up at me, trying to look upset so I stroked him harder, breaking his concentration. “Yes what?” “Yes sir,” he finally blurted out, “Yes sir I understand.” “You got an itchy ass cunt?” 'Yes sir!” “You want me to take care of it?” “Please sir, please...” he started to ramble, his instincts of last night kicking in. I grabbed my blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, “Fine, get ready to be fucked.” I slipped the dildo out and opened my door. Sammy walked in, monster cock bobbing in front of him as he climbed onto the bed. Without a word he pressed his hard to his older brother's tight, little jock hole and waited. “Yes sir...that's it...please sir...” John begged, feeling himself mere moments away from relief. Sammy moved his hips forward slightly, shoving his oversized mushroom head past John's sphincter. John let out a hiss as it popped in, Sammy just stood still, letting him adjust to his girth. “Fuck...jesus fuck...you're too big...” Sammy pushed a couple of inches in and John's head slammed side to side as he tried to maintain his composure. “FUCK! You're so fucking big......your cock.....jesus....” Sammy pushed another couple inches in and his older brother bore down on the pain. John didn't know it, but he was getting used to getting fucked. Sammy was about halfway in and he paused again, letting his brother adjust. “Fuckfuckfuck,..” John panted, “Shit...so fucking big...” “You like that cock stretching your hole,” Sammy asked in a deep voice, disguising his own. John nodded, “Yes sir...so fucking full...” “You want more?” he asked, holding his hips still. Out of nowhere John raised his hips and shoved another couple of inches into his ass, “Fuck em sir...I can take the pain.” The look of lust and power on Sammy's face was insane and I actually felt my own cock react. John felt his little brother shove the rest of his cock into him, both of them grunting from the sensation. Once bottomed out Sammy held still, letting his jock bother adjust to this cock, and giving him one last moment of rest. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes sir,” John answered, eagerly. Sammy slowly slid the length of his cock out, “Ask me.” “Fuck me sir.” “Beg me.” “Please fuck me sir.” “More.” “Please god sir give me your fucking cock!” Sammy answered by shoving his entire length in at once, causing John's head to fly back and for him to let out a groan that could probably be heard across the street. The youngest Parker wasted no time in laying assault to his oldest brother's ass. Sammy's cock stretched John's hole to it's limit, his own cock stood straight up as he got fucked, with each shove another bead of precum was released. John gasped as Sammy took his brother's legs and spread them wishbone style, allowing him even deeper entry into that ass. “FUCCKKKK!!!” John screamed as Sammy doubled his efforts, not just fucking but completely destroying his brother's ass. Taking what was a virgin, straight jock hole last night and turning it into a swollen, weeping hole full of cum. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck...” John panted as Sammy would not let up. His perfect as was a blur as he pounded all nine plus inches harder and harder into his brother. Sammy let go of John's legs and was rewarded by John wrapping them around his wait and pulling him closer as John pushed back onto his little brother's cock. It was hotter than nay porn I had ever seen, the toned, hung, high school jock plowing the built, football stud mercilessly. The fact that John was straight and Sammy was his brother just made it all that more hot. Now it was time to teach that to John. I moved over towards John's head and gave Sammy the signal to slow down. He stopped jackhammering John and started long, leisurely pushes into him. “No!” John whined, pulling Sammy into him with his legs again, “Harder...harder...: “How bad you want this cock?” I asked him. “So bad...please sir...I'm close...your cock is getting me so close...” A lot of people think that straight men are all the same. They think once someone has realized they are straight that it's the end of the discussion. That if they fuck enough girls, eat enough pussy, then that is just the way it is. The truth of the matter is, men, all men, have a preference and that preference can change. Sometimes naturally, sometimes by an accidental encounter, sometimes by medication, but in the end it's all just a preference. The key to overcoming that is to make the guy feel more pleasure than he ever had before. There is a limit on how much a man can resist their sexual urges before they just snap. They preference, common sense, all of it, it is just foreplay to the actual sexual drive that lies beneath us all. In the last 24 hours John had been given pleasure like he had never felt it before, and he was holding on to his masculinity and heterosexuality for dear life. But the drugs, the conditioning, the fact that Sammy's cock can make sex trans formative, all of it together had driven John to this moment, the edge of abandonment and desire. I was about to push him over. “Beg him to fuck you,” “PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!” John screamed. “LOUDER!” “FUCK ME SIR!” I looked at Sammy, “You heard him, fuck him.” Sammy began to fuck him for real, Not for strength, not for domination, but for sex, for actual sexual pleasure. As he pushed into his brother's hole he made sure to angle his thrust to completely smash his prostate, bring John full seconds of absolute pleasure like he had never imagined. He made sure to press down as he pulled out, dragging his entire girth along John's tight hole, touching him in places he never knew he had. He fucked him good, he fucked him steady, he was fucking him to cum. “Oh god...fuck yeah...fuck...fuck...” John cried out, his entire mind gone, only sex remained. I watched his cock, the way it bobbed, the precum that dripped down his shaft, the way it lurched in the air every time Sammy hit his spot. I watched and waited... And then I moved. “Thank him for fucking you so good,” I said. “Thank you sir...thank you...your cock....god your cock...thank you sir, thank you...” And I pulled off the blindfold. Sammy paused and John looked up to see his little brother between his legs, felt his cock swell in him and the fact that the last few minutes he had been begging him to fuck him sank into John's mind. His eyes were wide as the pieces fell in his mind... Sammy had a wicked grin on his face and said, “You're welcome...” and pushed into him. John cock's exploded untouched. A geyser of fucking cum erupted between them as John's ass clenched around his little brother's cock and the last dregs of his resistance vanished. “Sammy! OH Sammy!!” he screamed as he came, he pulled at the cuffs again as he came and came and came. “You like that john?” Sammy said, fucking him as he came, “You like my fucking cock?” “Oh god your cock...your fucking cock...” John wailed as another load shot over his lips, his tongue darting out to catch as much as he can. “You're my cunt now John...this cock owns you...” John was just nodding, “You own me Sammy..you own me...” I undid the cuffs and his arms fell to his side as Sammy pulled out and climbed up to straddle his big brother's chest. “Take me load, open that mouth.” John grabbed his little brother's perfect ass and steadied him as he opened his mouth and waited for his reward like a good cum slut does. Sammy unloaded into him, John chocking as his mouth filled up with his brother's spunk. He tried to swallow it all bit dribbles slipped out down his cheek as he struggled to contain the load. Sammy leaned down and kissed him, John sharing his brother's load with him as he embraced him and kissed him back. I let my cock free and came, watching them kiss like that, I had done it, I had corrupted the Parker Brothers.

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I’ve only done it once, but it was a fucking hot experience! I met on a hookup site, he was going to be driving through my area in a few days. We had a couple of really hot chats and got to know what each other was into. Turns out we were into a lot of the same kinks and fetishes. He was a short, stocky, 50-something, big-dicked, bearded, tattooed, furry, uncut, vers top daddybear-type who was into lots of piss play, public sex, liked things rough, and really loved to breeding men’s hungry holes. He knew of a warehouse that would be pretty deserted, and his big silver truck was parked between two cab-less trailers when I arrived. He was leaning against his front bumper when I arrived, smoking a cigar and looking ever hotter than I’d imagined. During our chats, he instructed me to wear as few clothes as possible, and told me to wear a jock strap. He was in ripped jeans, a Harley muscle shirt, boots and a Nasty Pig baseball cap. As I walked towards him he went between the trailers, told me to strip except for the jock, and get my tongue onto his boots. He tossed my clothes in the cab through the open window. I did as he ordered and lapped his boots while he finished his stogie, occasionally telling me to come up and have a few puffs myself. I heard him undo his belt and jeans, and suddenly felt a stream of hot piss hosing me down. He aimed for the boots I was still licking, my hole, and my face. He stopped pissing and told me to come drink the rest. The piss started again before my mouth was on his cock, drenching my face before I sucked him into me and swallowed the rest. He finished pissing but put his hand on the back of my head. I started sucking and licking and as he went further into my throat he got harder and harder. He forced my face into his thick cock hairs, keeping me there until he was at full attention. A car entered the very far end of the warehouse lot, and although we both have strong exhibitionist streaks he decided it was best for us to get in the cab out of sight. He pulled me up and motioned me into the truck. “Trucker Fuckers” with TitPig and Jay Benjamin was the first bareback porn movie I ever bought. I’ve shot gallons so cum watching those two breeding the hitchhiker they pick up, taking turns on his raw hole in the sleeper of the truck. I paused in the driver’s seat to get a look at the cab - I’d never actually been in one before. My trucker buddy put a hand on each ass cheek and gently pushed me into the cab. Thankfully the car we saw had just made a U-turn and driven away. My buddy had laid down a few towels and told me to lie down, even though I was still wet from the piss. He closed the cab curtains, clicked off the lights, and knelt at the edge of the sleeper bed. He tossed me a bottle of poppers and shucked his boots, shirt, and pants off. He put his hat back on, looked at me as I finished my poppers hits, and pointed at his cock sticking out the side of his yellow jock. The wave of poppers hit me just as I engulfed his dick, and I hungrily took it to the base, came up and sucked on the foreskin, getting my tongue as far as I could between the skin and his cock head. It was about 8” with a foreskin, and had a nice thickness to it too. There were still a few drops of his piss hidden in the skin, and I loved the taste of it combined with his sweat. He lit up another cigar and would blow the smoke down onto me as I sucked him, turning me on even more. He gave me a couple of puffs again, and I exhaled them onto his cock, the rich smoke swirling around as I deep throated him. During our chats, I’d told him how much I love eating a man’s ass. He handed me the poppers and had me lie back while he squatted over me. Again, his timing was perfect and the poppers hit just as his hole made contact with my tongue. His was sweaty and covered in fur - my two favourites - and I couldn’t get enough of it. I’ve been told I’m a “very enthusiastic” rimmer, and I licked and sucked and slurped on that hole like crazy. While I ate his ass, he lubed up a couple of fingers and began playing with mine. I was in heaven and him working two, three, and four of his thick, rough fingers. It felt amazing. He pulled out of my ass, sat up from my face, and laid back on the bed. He had me straddle his furry chest in a 69 position, now it was his turn to enjoy licking and playing with my ass while I went back to work on his cock. He was a champ when it came to slurping on my hole, alternating between his mouth and fingers. I loved the feel of his furry face, he was rubbing it everywhere along my hole, crack, and balls. He obviously really got into it, his dick was as hard as it could be when he smacked my ass and told me to get on all fours. We each sniffed the poppers and he covered his cock and my hole with lube, reaching down and making sure my dick was good and slippery too. The soft foreskin was a teaser against my ass, he rubbed it against my hole before leaning forward and pressing his weight down on me and that rock hard cock against me. My ass opened up and he slid in until he was balls deep. His cock stretched me wide and the head hit that great spot inside where it hurts so fucking good, and he stayed there for a few seconds. I loved how wide he opened me, how his full weight felt on me and his chest fur rubbing against my back and his beard between my shoulders. “You ready, boy?” he asked in a low growl as he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I finished my poppers hit and replied, “Fuck yeah!” as his cock head popped out of my ass. With a grunt he grabbed my wrists, pushing me down flat and pinning me to the sleeper bed and shoved his cock all the way back into me. It hurt and felt so fucking good all at the same time. He knew I liked it rough and holy fuck he delivered! Pinning me down he gave me hardest, most pounding, pummeling deepest assault that I’d had in a long time. He pulled out and shoved back in repeatedly. He’d go as deep as he could and grind into my Ass, hitting everywhere he could. He knew he had me on the borderline of pain, and he got off on riding that edge and crossing over every so often just to make sure there was no mistake that HE was in charge. I was, again (still) in pig heaven. He fucked me long and hard, and then would slow down to make sure this went on and on. He’d pull out and have me suck his dick, and then shove it back in again. Over and over and over - thrusting like a madman, the quieting down for a bit, the more pounding followed by him down my throat again. Another cigar was lit, and one of the times I was sucking him he surprised me with more piss. We took a break, both of us needing water and to escape the sweaty truck cab on what was already a warm night. He made sure the coast was clear and then we both climbed out of the cab in just our jocks. We stayed between the trailers while we relaxed, me playing with his meaty nipples and him lazily fingering my sloppy ass as we kissed. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other as we stood in the cool air. He pulled away from our kiss, put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around. My hands on the step, my feet spread apart, he began fucking me again out in the parking lot. He gave me an incredible fuck, this one even harder than any of the previous ones. His hand clamped over my mouth (another huge turn on for me), making sure I stayed quiet-ish and didn’t attract any unwanted attention. He kept up that brutal pace for a few minutes before quickly pulling out of me, saying he was getting closer than he wanted to be right then. “I like to make some noise when I shoot, and I can’t do that out here,” he smirked. Back into the sleeper we went! He shoved me onto the bed again, on my back, grabbing my legs and anchoring them on his shoulders. His fat dick slid right in, and he began his assault on my hole again. He saw how much I’d *fucking loved* his hand over my mouth earlier and clamped down on me a second time. He pounded away while I squirmed, and then he slowed down once more. He told me to have some more poppers. I did a couple of big hits, and he did the same and resumed fucking me. He put one hand on the middle of my chest, holding me down. The other, he carefully put on my neck, applying slightly more and more pressure and slowly cutting off my air supply. I went fucking nuts. I pushed up towards his hand, choking myself even more. I grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into me. With a grin he kept his hand on my neck and pounded as hard, fast, and deep as he could. His evil smile got wider the more I struggled to breathe. The more is struggled, the faster I stroked my cock. My vision started to get dark and my grip on my cock began to weaken. His breathing got ragged, he started growling louder and louder, and with a yell he thrust deep into my ass. As everything began going black I felt his cock throbbing and shooting his POZ cum into my ass. As he began to shoot he released my throat and I gasped for air as my senses and strength quickly returned. As I felt the flexes of him breeding me deep, the wave of euphoria and adrenaline hit me hard. I grabbed my cock and before I finished the third stroke I came. Big drops went flying between us, landing in both our beards, on the bed next to us, and onto my stomach and chest. He collapsed onto me, his cock still deep in me, and began to suck the cum out of my beard. He shared it with me in a long kiss, and I did the same for him. Our chests were glued together with cum, and I could feel his in my ass as he slowly rocked himself back and forth in me. We rested, him laying on me and us stuck together, until he softened enough to slip out of my ass. With a laugh we unglued ourselves, and I spun around to clean off his cum covered cock. We went back outside to cool down again. It was after 3am by this point, and we sat on the front bumper, covered in cum and enjoying a third cigar. He sprayed me down with a third load of piss, and I added some of mine to the mix too. We were both exhausted and happy. He gave me a long goodbye / thanks kiss, and tossed me a towel so I could dry myself off before I drove home. I had a better idea, though. With his permission, I put the towel over my driver’s seat and threw my shorts and shirt in the back. I drove home wearing just my jock, covered in piss and cum, and with a huge fucking smile on my face.

After a marathon fucking session, you don’t expect to be presented by a fresh, unploughed cunt. And not a cunt that belongs to a total top. But while Michael was a total - and a total top, I mean I’d seen him wreck and break bottoms, load them up with his piss and blood, and leave them literally bruised and abused, he also enjoyed the feeling, no loved the feeling of toxic seed up his own chute. Once, in a blissed our states as we lay in each other’s arms after a really intense session which had included a hairline fracture to my left cheek bone (that’s another story) he told me how he’d spent a weekend in Chicago as a bottom. Forcing himself to take every cock, every poz cock he could find so he could become a toxic load giver himself. So as I knelt before his sweaty hole, I told the boys to hold back his ankles and take turns on his face and jack their cocks to work up a max load for his cunt. They obeyed. I dipped my face between his cheeks and exhaled. The smell was pure sweat. No piss. No cum. Yet. I lapped my tongue against his coarse arse hair and heard his muffled moans. Toby was squatting over his face, feeding Michael the hole he’d abused so badly overnight. Behind him, through the windows I could see the sun beginning to rise. We’d been fucking, felching, fisting and pissing all night. My cock heavy and bouncing between my legs had at least one more toxic load left. I knew it would be the most toxix, more virus than cum. Exactly what Michael wanted. I pushed my tongue into Michael’s “virgin” hole, tasting his scent and juices. So clean and unmixed. I pushed my tongue against the walls of his gut, feeling the resistance that would soon give way. I stood up and threw him the bottle of fresh poppers. He took one deep and mighty huff then pulled Toby back onto his face. From the moans that Toby elicited I knew Michael’s mouth muscle was in deep, sucking out his own seed. I reached into the bedside draw and pulled out my cock piercing. A thick heavy bolt. I hadn’t worn it all night but as I slipped it through the tip of my cock, the extra weight having no effect on my stiff cock, I gobbed on my shaft and rested the metal against michael’s arse lips. He sighed and moaned urgently, growling. Mesmerised I began to push my cock slowly into the tight hole. Even tho the boys had remained relatively tight all night, the exquisite tightness of this new hole was like a glass of fresh water. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to just rape this too. The top who has broken bones, left me bruised, raped me on countless occasions with my bf and laughed in my face as I literally begged them to stop beating me (but wanting more). Finally, balls deep I slowly started to push and pull in and out. Milos has replaced Toby on Michael’s face and Toby was now standing next to me - one hand on my hard arse the other pulling up michaels massive bollocks, gobbing on my cock as it slid in and out. Kissing my neck and chewing gently on my tits, he kept us fed on poppers, his eyes dark with greed. I built up the speed and force of my fucks. I could feel my cockring forcing new grooves into the fuck chute I was ploughing, the mix of precum, arse juices and fresh blood coating my shaft as I pulled out and pushed back in. As I rammed in deep, Michael’s six pack rippled with each thrust. With Toby playing with my tits it wasn’t long before I threw back my head and with a yell shot a hot load into the cunt I was balls deep in. I felt my semen rush past my cock ring and bury itself deep, flooding into Michael’s bloodstream. But this was no time to stop. I pulled out and Toby immediately stepped in and rammed his cock into the slightly bloody hole. I beckoned Milos over time take my place and leaned down to suck Michael’s very hard and dripping cock. Pulling back, I looked him in the eye and slapped his hard cock. He raised his arms above his head and growled again. A deep animalistic growl. I grabbed his cock hard around the shaft and started wankingnit, sliding over his face to give him my cummy rosebud you chew on. He grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against his mouth, exhorting Toby to revenge fuck him. And Toby was. Pulling all the way out he rammed his cock in. Again. And again. And again. Every son often he pulled out completely and roughly forced three or four fingers into the tops guts before feeding them to me and then ramming his cock back in. It was too much for me, I pulled off Michaels face and facing Toby I slid down his hard, massive tool and pushed my tongue into toby’s youthful mouth. Milos gasped as I rode Michael and leaned in for a threesome kiss. Our breaths were hot and poppered up from the regular huffs we were hitting. Toby was ploughing hard into Michael’s tight cunt but he was close. So close. I grabbed Michael’s balls and twisted them. He wasn’t allowed to cum yet but his yell of pain, absolute pain as he punched my back hard in rhythm to the trusts into his arse was too much for the young pup. He crushed my mouth with his as he shot a geyser of cum into the tight hole and kept fucking it in before pulling out and pushing four fingers in to feed me his seed. Milos pushed him out of the way and forced his dick into the waiting hole. I was an ecstasy of pain. A cock ripping my guts open one last time; and blow after wonderful painful blow in my back. Milos, inexperienced as he was didn’t take long to plant his own toxic seed in Michael. Pulling out he bent down and pushed his mouth against the hole as licked the seed out as Michael pushed. A hungry mouth on his ruined cunt and a tight count wrapped around his thick hard cock was too much for Michael. As he pinched my back, I felt his cock surge deeper to plant a final poisonous load deeper into my guts than before. My reaction was instant. Thick Huey strands of cum erupted from my cock and into Toby’s waiting mouth. But Michael wasn’t finished. Grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his cock to the base, he flooded my guys with hot chem piss, washing his cum into my body as Toby took my own torrent of piss down his throat. Bladder empty he pulled me back, and off his cock. On cue, Milos moved his mouth from his hole to mine and locking his lips around my cunt, took his piss load down into his gut - piss, arse juices and cum mingled and hot. We all collapsed in a heap of snogging in the bed. Spent, wasted and sated. As I lay there, Michael got up and feeling of sex kissed me, picked up his clothes and left. I watched as Toby and Milos made out. Their cocks still hard Toby winked at me as he pulled Milos to his feet, gathered their gear and left. No doubt to go back to Toby’s place for more fucking and, I hoped, Milos’ first fist. Toby gestured for me to followed. But I shook my head. Toby deserved Milos’ rosebud and something made me confident that they’d be back in my bed as a dirty minded, seed sharing couple for many years to come. Content, I fell asleep. As my mind wound down, there was the image of Jacques. Pounding the twink. Fucker.

Ch.6 I think I must have blacked out for a moment or five. The next thing I am truly aware of is regaining focus with my face pressed into the surface of the bench while my body is being rocked from a slow deliberate fucking. “Unh. Unh. Unh.” The moaning breaths are being forced out of me from the hard, staggered thrusts. I don’t know if the guy fucking me is the same one who was fisting me or if I have been passed on yet again. I grip the edges of the bench and push my upper half up. The hands on my waist grip me tighter. “Back with us are you? Hope you don’t mind we just kept the party going.” The slapping of his hips into my arsecheeks speeds up and he drives his cock harder into me. Automatically I press back to meet him. As sloppy as my arsehole now is it still feels so good to be fucked hard and fast. I try my best to tighten my hole around his pounding cock to make it feel even better for him. “Fuck yes you little slut. You really do want all these loads don’t cha?” “I...really...do” I manage to gasp out in response between his shoves which have gone up a gear. He slaps my arse a few times making me yell out wildly spurring me to push myself harder back onto him. “Got another hot poz load for you slut!” “Please...” Is all I have time to say as he collapses over my back and his hips shudder. Deep inside me his cockhead is spraying my insides down with his poisonous seed. He holds inside me for a good few moments after cumming. Rocking his hips and slowly working his cock in and out of me. He pushes that load as deep as he can before he finally slips out. Leaving me feeling empty. As he steps away from me I glance around the room and realise I am finally in here alone. Using the bench for support I raise myself onto my legs and stand there unsure if I can even manage to walk out. Unconsciously I reach between my cheeks and run my fingers over my arsehole. It is very open and very wet. Even just that contact makes me shudder in pleasure and I bring my slick fingers to my lips and suck the cum mixture from them sighing as I do so. Very cautiously I begin to make my way out of the room my legs trembling with exertion. At the top of the stairs I pause and looking down them it seems an impossible challenge to attempt that descent. “Well done fella!” I turn and see the daddy from before leaning against the wall. “Need a hand?” He grins as he asks this knowing full well I am utterly shattered. I just nod. He puts his arm around me and I have never felt more safe as he guides me down the stairs practically carrying me the whole way. No words are exchanged he just leads me through the building to the showers where he stands me under the hot spray. Holy shit does that feel good. My muscles are all starting to cry out for all the cheques I have tried to make them cash over the last few hours and under the hot water I begin to sag. The daddy catches me before I collapse and as I face the cascade of water he presses up behind me and starts to knead my shoulders. Then my arms. Then his broad hands are pressing and soothing my back. I place my hands on the wall for support as he works lower. Some strength returns to me as he continues to massage everything I have strained. I cannot help but moan as his hands work back up my legs and begin to knead and spread my cheeks. He leans in and I feel his beard scrape my skin then his tongue slides across my open arsehole. He sucks and tongues my cunt for several minutes while I press my fingers to the wall and shove my arse back to him spreading my legs to open myself even more. Without meaning to I have bent myself and presented my arse for breeding. I feel strong hands slide up my back as he stands and as his fingers curl over my shoulders and grip me there the unmistakable heat and weight of his cock presses up against my opening and slips inside without pause. “That was easier than the first time.” He chuckles softly as he says this but I still feel every inch as he pushes all the way in. As the hot water runs over us both he begins to fuck me. Long slow strokes all the way in then all the way back out. Every so often he pulls completely out of me and leaves me gasping for him to fill me again. Which he does. Gradually his pace builds. We are both moaning now and the slap of his wet skin on mine is the soundtrack as I push against the wall to meet his powerful thrusts. “One more load before you go?” It’s not really a question as we both know there’s no way I’m going to refuse now. I just continue to meet his thrusts and try to clench my anal muscles around his hot daddy cock. He growls in my ear as I do this and I arch my back to contour myself to his body. His pumping into me never slows he simply takes hold of me and grinds his hips against my arsecheeks making sure his cock is good and deep inside me on each in stroke. “This hole was meant to take loads.” “It was. Breed my hole. Make me take it all.” “Good boy. I hope its my load that converts you you dirty little cunt!” “Fuck yes! Poz my pussy! Poz my fucking pussy!” He is wildly fucking me by now and I am slamming myself back onto his dick needing his cock, his cum, his virus. With a final hard shove he presses me fully against the wall and I feel him shudder as his balls contract and his cock spews his potent charged sperm deep into my open and very receptive channel. He spins me around and plants a deep kiss on me. I return it with the same level of fervour. As he pulls away from me he smiles down at me. “You can find some or all of us here most weekends if you need another shot. I know I’d love to breed this hole again.” I nod. I know somehow that if I’m not already well on the road to conversion I will be here until the virus takes. After I dry myself, dress and step out of the door with a brief nod to the guy who took my money last night; I smile to the morning sky. At least I got that damn song out of my head.

Ch4. I have no Idea why I’ve never been in one of these before. That was the thought that kept bouncing around my brain as I went from shaky legged uncertainty to weightless wonderment. The material of the sling moulds to the contours of my back as I feel myself relax onto it. Maybe I was exhausted, or just past caring. I don’t even protest when they strap my legs. I knew I was at their mercy and that was actually thrilling, a feeling of total submission. I was very definitely their toy to enjoy and although I had already proven that in the previous few hours; now I think was a test of limits. Being preoccupied I guess I was unaware of them during the previous fucks I had taken over the bench. They had apparently been watching me the whole time and waiting to bring me into their circle where willing holes were always welcome. The first to line up and slide in doesn’t say anything to me. He just leers down as he swings me along the length of his cock. I stare up at him, my focus split between his hungry gaze and the very prominent biohazard tattoo around his right nipple. I had so much spunk dripping from me by now that I guess it no longer matters who breeds me now. Even if only a few of those loads were poz there was a good chance, after the number of rough poundings I had received, that it was already well on its way to changing me. He speeds up the thrusts and I grunt in response. Despite everything I still need to feel my hole pounded. The pure pleasure is everything that I care about now. The sensations pulsing from my fuckhole cloud my every other judgement. Getting fucked more and more is my every need. He certainly delivers on that. His cock is average; his stamina is amazing. He fucks me for a solid twenty minutes before there’s any change in pace from him. All that time I am just making the animal noises that are forced from me with every thrust of his rigid cock. All that time I beg for him to fuck me harder. Plead with him to breed me again, to shoot more cum into me. I feel him tense as I cry out for his sperm. His fingers dig into my thighs, he shoves into me hard and he holds himself steady. Balls deep inside me his cock pulses another charged load to add to the mix. I sigh in contentment. This is so much more than I came in for but it’s exactly what I had been looking for, I know this now. My silent fucker smiles down at me as he unsheathes his cock from me, pats my arse affectionately and nods once at a job well done. I just collapse back and stare once again at the ceiling waiting for whatever is to come. I don’t have to wait long as I am unstrapped and helped down from the sling by two guys. The bigger of the two is a real daddy type. Broad and strong he holds me up easily and I cling onto him inhaling his musk with a need I have never recognised in myself before. He sits back on a bench and lifts me across his lap which makes me think momentarily that he could be a very bad Santa. I almost ask if he has a gift for me as he lowers me onto his thick cock. It’s a silly question. I already know he does. I lean forward and kiss him tasting tobacco on his tongue. He grabs my arsecheeks with strong hands and begins to lift me up and down as though I were nothing. As wonderful as this fuck is I don’t have time to settle into the rhythm as suddenly the second guy who helped me out of the sling is there behind me. His hard cock rubbing over my already full boycunt. I weakly try to protest but it is clear this was the plan all along and I am held firm as the rubbing becomes a steady pressure and then a POP. The noise I make as my anus is pulled apart by this second cock entering me is somewhere between a sob, a keening and the most lustful moan I have ever produced. My whole body tenses as I am stretched beyond my limits. I wonder just what I must look like straining to cope as I am double fucked between two men who look just like father and son. They alternate thrusts into me sliding their full cocks across each other in their quest to fill me and take their pleasures from my body. The stretching, the movement, the total loss of control. It’s all too much for me and as these two men use me as their shared cocksleeve my own cock erupts. The spasming of my body sets off the younger man behind me and he jams into me with a staccato pumping that coats my inner walls and daddy’s cock with more sperm. He slides out and the daddy under me smiles up and reaches between us. Rubbing the load I have just shot over him he collects it on his fingers then pushes them into my mouth. “Good pussyboy! Nothing like cumming while your cunt is being wrecked to show everyone what you are.” It sounds like a taunt but his expression is genuinely friendly. He means it as a compliment. I am a good hole for him and his friends. As I lap up my own spunk from his fingers he continues to fuck me for several more minutes. I can tell he is getting close by the look on his face. At some point I have taken over without realising the transition. I am riding him hard with almost no effort from him. Pumping my hips to get his cock as far into me as I can as he relishes the soft embrace of my slick channel. He pulls me down and presses his lips to my ear with a growl. “Getting close boy. If you keep riding me you’ll get seeded good.” “I know.” “Those other boys, poz every one.” “I know, I want it.” “Want what?” “Your cum.” “Say it louder.” “I want your cum!” “Louder slut.” “I want your poz cum in me. Fuck it into me!” “Fucking shout it bitch!” “POZ ME! BREED ME! FUCKING USE ME UP!” He grabs me hard and pulls me into a crushing embrace as his cock delivers the toxic sperm these men have made me crave. Kissing me deeply we both shake at the intensity. Both collapsing onto the bench sheened in sweat and cum. The moment broken as a cheer erupts around the room and I am pulled away from this private universe into the now. There are still quite a few men watching my conversion. I am hit by a wave of nervousness. How much more can I take?

PREQUEL to Part 39; He came around to my head, and began to permanently tattoo the crown of my now bald scalp. I was now being officially branded. BUT, with what? Maybe with a symbol to make sure I would now be forever surrounded by a Dark EVIL force!? 👺

Time seemed to stand still. I was conscious that my breathing was in sync with his hard abs. Through the thin fabric of his yellow lycra I could also see the slightly thickened outline of his cock. It might have been the light but I couldn’t see the normal jagged appearance of a piercing that I noticed when I wore my own speedos. My own cock was in shock and has shrivelled down. Still deep in my subconscious I knew my package still looked impressive. I took a toke and inhaled deeply, holding on to the spliff. My mind was still in two places. There, in the apartment working through various scenarios simultaneously. The other half thinking about my boyfriend. No, not like that. We both fucked around but rather, where was he that night. Then I remembered. He was at an all-black night at the most popular gay sauna. It happened once every couple of months and only black guys were allowed in. That might offend the more politically correct amongst you but I figure if you breed man cunt and take loads in your own then you’ve not got a principle to stand on. Plus he always came back wanting to fuck like an animal so I didn’t mind that he went. He went because he loved taking black cock deep in his own cunt. It was something we had in commons and we’d only discovered when for our fifth anniversary he surprised me with a black porn star I always fantasised about for a day of Chem induced fucking. Half way through when my own arse needed a rest I couldn’t believe it when my partner offered his arse up to the 12” of the porn star to be ripped open. Since then he partied every other month like a whore bottom. Then came home and took out his pent up top-ness out of my, my arse and my body. I fucking loved it. Jacque chuckled and reached into the table and grabbed the piercing. Holding it to the light he unscrewed the ball and put it back on the table. As I watched, almost as if I wasn’t there, he pulled out his cock, picked up the piercing and, staring right at me, slid it into place and rotated it to make sure. My mouth was dry. “Hand me the spliff.” I did as I was told. Jacque too a deep hit and make no effort to put his cock back into his speedos. Not that it would fit. As he took a drag it filled with blood and as he held the smoke he lazily wrapped one hand around his ever hardening cock. My own cock snapped to attention in my speedos. My balls tightening at the same time. He chuckled. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I looked at him quizzically until he nodded at my crotch. I chuckled nervously and lowered the speedos to release my cock but keeping them tight against my balls. My own hand gripped the shaft of my cock as I gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. Jacques took another toke and mouth “wow” as he exhaled smoke in my direction. He put the spliff in the ashtray. He closed his eyes and stretched his arms above his head. A spurt of precum leaked from the head of my cock. Normally, the minute a guy takes his cock out in front of me I’m either on my knees or on my back wanting it in either hole. Right now I was confused. If I’m honest I still couldn’t work this all out. Not even if he was gay, or if it was the spliff or if he was simply a straight boy fucking with my mind. Suddenly Jacques was on his feet. He walked around the table and sat next to me. Smiling he offered me the spliff. As I took a drag he leaned down and took the whole of my cock in his mouth. And I mean the whole of it. In one motion like a seasoned pro. I moaned as his warm mouth engulfed my hard cock. With one hand at the base of my cock, he used the other the knead my balls. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to show he knew what he was doing. My head rolled back as the spliff and his warm wet mouth and tongue worked their magic and he kneaded and tugged my balls insistently. Then, suddenly and out of nowhere I felt my balls tighten as spunk started to leap down my shaft. Before I knew it I was spewing a wad of creamy spunk into his mouth. Without hesitation, Jacques swallowed my load. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never cum that quick. Ever. Normally I needed a cock deep in my cunt to even get hard. Now I was spunking like an adolescent. As I shuddered from the orgasm, Jacques stood up and looked down at me. Picking up the red speedos he turned away. “Shame dude. Close the door behind you.” Stunned, I watched as he walked away, not looking back once. In a daze I got dressed and left. Fuck.

Chapter one: Monday: conclusion. Five minutes left until closing time. The sauna was empty except for me, the cleaning was done. All I was doing was sat contemplating what to do. I locked the front door and shut down the pc. Home time. Or sex time. Whichever I decided to do. I left the building locking the staff door behind me. As I fumbled with the lock I heard a scuffling behind me and before I could turn around an arm hooked around my neck and breath warmed my cheek... "Are you the dirty whore I've been told to expect? Don't bother answering it makes no difference. You are leaving here with my gift regardless." I started to struggle but his arm pulled back and my air was slowly being cut off. In my panic I felt his hand pull my shorts down and a finger slide in me. "Ooh still wet. Naughty boy. Let's make you gush." Before I could even really take in what was happening he was balls deep pumping hard. Grunting. His arm snaked from around my neck and grabbed the back of my head. Suddenly he slammed my head straight into the wall and star exploded in front of my eyes. I heard a gasp and felt my hole get slicker. "Youre coming with me." Dazed and unable to fight back I was lifted over his shoulder, my keys still in the door, my phone slipped from my shorts and clattered to the floor. "Don't worry boy you won't be needed that anymore, where you are going the only thing you'll be worried about it your hole being bred." Slowly darkness crept into my vision and the blackness of unconscious ate me up.

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

For many years I've thought of a Bareback Club where all the men are free of diseases and tested regularly. There would be orgies organized by the club where EVERYTHING goes. I thnk is possible to create such organization.