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Pt.4 I walk home. Somewhere along the way I stop and buy some cigarettes, I haven't smoked in five years but I need something to cling on to. A ritual that will let me centre myself. I'm still about a mile from home and it's early morning when I stop at a small park and sit and watch the morning. I call work and tell them I've had some news and need a personal day. They understand plus I never have any sick time, har-fucking-har. I light the first cigarette from the pack and draw from it. And cough like someone who hasn't smoked in five years. It becomes easier though as my body remembers. I feel a calm settle in. Probably the nicotine, but its welcome nonetheless. At this time, although daybreak is well passed, the park is quiet and peaceful and it is just what I need. I try not to think about last night but it is a big neon sign buzzing for my attention. Everything Sean said. About me wanting it. I definitely wanted fucking, but nothing else. About never asking status. Fuck! Who does that? Especially in the heat of things. OK I have been reckless, but I'm not a chaser. Am I? I let guys fuck me raw and I haven't been tested for a while. I just, I just don't think about it. I stub the cigarette out on the bench and automatically light a second as I sit there trying to get my head in order. A jogger breezes passed me calling a cheerful, "Good Morning!" I couldn't say if it was addressed to me but I nod in accord even as I darkly smile to myself that I'm not convinced I agree. Alone once more I stand and start to walk through this little green haven in the direction of home. As I near the exit I pass a little concrete toilet block and I turn in. I don't honestly know why? But I could use a piss. I stand and the urinal and put it to use. As I empty my bladder I breath deeply and the smell of the room hits me. Stale, earthy. And for me associated with a lot of early hookups. My cock thickens until it is hard in front of me. I grip it more firmly and start to stroke right there. Despite the last twenty-four hours being a total roller coaster my libido is somehow undiminished. Something about wanking off in a public toilet has always turned me on and I get into a good rhythm. Not thinking about anything just enjoying the sensation. Needing to feel the pleasure radiating from my cock. I hear some rapid footfalls and before I can react the jogger has entered the block. There is no way I can hide my erection or pretend to be doing anything other. He chuckles and steps up to the urinal alongside me. I start to try and cover up when I realise that his hand is rapidly pumping his own stiffening dick. "My lucky day." He says, "not usually anyone else around at this time. I almost always have to settle for a wank." With this said he turns to me and strokes his very hard cock in my direction. I glance him up and down. Slim, runners build mostly hidden by the baggy grey tracksuit. At a guess his age is late forties maybe an in shape fifties. But his cock is getting most of my attention. A very healthy seven inches, the foreskin pulled back over a swollen flared head that is wetly beading with excitement. It's like a switch has been flicked and I drop to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his cock and wanking his firm length a few times before I lean in and slide my tongue across the end tasting his precum. I sigh a little as I take him in my mouth and start to suck him hungrily. "Oh good boy." He hisses as I slide him all the way between my lips. "That's just what I needed." I murmur my agreement around his cock but I do not relinquish my sucking duties. I feel his hands on my head and I glance up at him as he fucks my mouth. He is looking down at me and smiling. Like I am receiving some benediction I feel the peace I needed. This is what I want, where I want to be. This is who I am. I shuffle my position and shove my jeans down. I unbutton my shirt and pull it from me. "Fuck yes!" The man has his cock buried in my throat and his approval is everything right now. I am a slut and right now I am his slut. I pull off of his cock and spit on it, wanking it to make sure the whole length is slick before plunging him back, deep into my mouth. "It really is my lucky day!" He is holding my head and sliding between my lips with long strokes of his cock. "You are a real fucking slut aren't you?" "Oh yesh" I manage from around his cockhead before pushing my lips down to his base. I hold myself there and strain pushing my tongue out to lick the skin of his balls, a trick that only works as long as you aren't choking. "Oh fuck you are good boy." He pushes me off of his soaking wet dick holds my head and looks me in the eyes. "But you want more don't you slut?" I manage to nod between his hands still panting from my cocksucking ministrations. "Well let's give you what you want then." He guides me to a cubical and pushes me forward so I am bent over the toilet bowl. His fingers are probing between my cheeks and he finds me still wet and open plunging two fingers straight up me. "Oh you dirty slut, how many loads you have in there?" "A few, I..I don't know." I stammer. "Someone had fun last night." He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me making me gasp. "Don't need to worry about lube then, do we?" I bite my lip as he replaces his fingers with his cock in a fluid motion. He reaches up and squeezes my shoulders giving himself leverage to fuck me. I expect hard deep thrusts but he is slow and deliberate. Every inch in and out. Constant. Building his pleasure in a steady pump. I am naked and being fucked in public again. I am panting in pleasure with cock inside me again. I am being a slut again. Fuck it feels good. This hard cock inside me. This hard bare cock about to add to the loads inside me. To add to Sean's loads inside me. Sean's poz loads. Oh fuck. Neither of us said anything about status, doesn't anybody ask!? "Oh fuck!" I verbalise the combination of sensation and realisation I am experiencing. My fucker echoes it and tightens his grip on me as his cock swells and jets all the way inside me depositing yet more sperm in my slut hole. He withdraws from my cum filled arsehole and affectionately squeezes my shoulder. "Yep, definitely my lucky day!" I blanche a little at his words. He quickly leaves and I grab at my clothes and hurriedly make my way home. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Pt.3 Already being face down and arse up put me at a huge disadvantage. Sean has a hand between my shoulder blades and can pin me with minimum effort. The soft mattress and silk sheets, of course they were, make getting purchase even more difficult. I am shocked beyond words and I can feel tears stinging my eyes as I realise the hopelessness in trying to fight. I can only try reason. "Sean, Please don't!" "Don't what?" He asks in response to my plea. He thrust twice into me in quick succession. "Did you mean don't stop? You already know I'm not going to do that. I made that very clear." He is sawing in and out of me now with long purposeful strokes. I am still slick so his entry and subsequent fucking are easy. His assault on me is being aided by my own body and to my shame it is beginning to respond. His strokes are brushing through my sensitive flesh and setting every nerve alight. My cock was hard before he pushed into me and now it is dripping across his stupid expensive sheets as he repeatedly spears his dick into my prostate. Oh god! It feels good. I try again before I lose myself completely. "Sean please, I don't want...I didn't know." It is too hard to articulate, I am feeling scared, betrayed, incredibly aroused and disgusted at myself for it all at once. My brain is spinning like a candy floss machine and very much like that my thoughts are being wrung out and jumbled and pulled out as mixed strands. Sean presses himself fully into me and grinds his body against mine causing an uncontrollable moan to escape from me. "Didn't know? You didn't care. Didn't ask. You definitely didn't ask any of those other guys who fucked you tonight." He resumes fucking me with a harder tempo. "How many other times have you done that? You. Fucking. Slut." I am panting in time with his thrusts. I can't help it, my hole has accepted his cock so easily, my body wants to feel him. My mind is still distraught and his accusation hits home. I've never asked, not in the moment. I always say I play safe, but how many times has that been really true? Half the time? Less? As my mind is racing I feel Sean shift his weight and then a cloth drops in front of my face. Sean's fingers entwine in my hair and he holds my face an inch above the hand towel. The fumes hit me, he must have soaked the cloth in poppers and I cannot help but breath them in. I am already panting from the fuck but this?! I feel my whole body flush. Jesus these are strong. My arsehole spasms around Sean's invading cock and I am bouncing my hips, pressing back towards him. Fuck his cock really is magnificent. His long, gorgeous, rock-hard, poz cock. Wait. No. That's wrong. Sean's hands have moved to my hips as he feels my body respond. He knows before I do that I am riding this out, maybe he always did. He is gliding that dick through me in a way that makes me wish I had begged him to fuck me ages ago. No. I don't want this fuck. I don't want HIV. I want to go home now. I want to curl up. Oh fuck! I want that cock. Just a little longer. It feels too good to stop for just one moment. Maybe once doesn't matter? "Uuunnhhh!" My body tenses and I groan as I squeeze my hole down on Sean's hot fucking prick. My arms feel weak and I can barely hold my head up. The fumes from the poppers are still surrounding me, no escape, every breath causes another shudder another surrender. Sean is fucking me. He is fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK ME! "OOOOH Fuck me!" I cry out as another wave rushes through me. My own cock is leaking as the waves of undeniable joy have smashed any rational thought I had left. "I knew you fucking wanted this." Sean almost roars in triumph as he begins to pound me. He has moved from his knees to a squatting position behind me, his hands pressing down onto my cheeks opening me wide for his advance. The next few minutes definitely happened. I know this because of how my body felt afterwards. Somewhere during it I shut down. Sean fucked me so hard it broke something that I didn't know was there. That part of me that kept me independent. That was fine with random fucks. He slam fucked me for at least thirty minutes during which I came uncontrollably and blacked out. Maybe it was the fuck. Maybe I was overcome with the poppers. Maybe my mind just gave up trying to deal with everything all at once. I come to with a start. Those few seconds of uncertainty, especially in a strange room, always disorient. I am naked and ache. And oh. "I wondered when you'd come back." Sean is still inside me and rocking slowly. I groan because he is deep inside me and pleasure overload has already caused my mind to shut down. "Well you definitely win hands down for best response to a fuck." Sean is quite glib considering the circumstances. "What the fuck Sean?!" I have recovered enough to jump to indignant even though he is still grinding his cock into me without pause. "Are you still pretending you don't want this?" He asks as he flexes his cock scraping my inner walls releasing another involuntary moan from me. "Unh, its not your cock. Its not you." "But it is." Sean's response doesn't stop him from slowly increasing his pace. "It's my cock, it's me and everything inside me." He is now fucking me again. The slap of skin on skin echoes around the room and I, for my part, let him. "It's in you too now. I've cum inside you twice so far and this is number three for that hungry hole." I can't deny how good he feels inside me. But I feel detached right now, like I am watching some poor sap getting their fuckhole reamed. It happens, it has happened. I can't stop it. Sean presses his whole body along mine and he kisses my neck. I feel a shiver run through my skin, pleasure and apprehension, and I sigh reflexively as Sean gasps in my ear. Load number three is inside me. Poz load number three. This one I am fully conscious of. Sean finally releases his grip of me and rolls back, I guess content. I move to the other side of the bed and sit up. I figured I would run to the door and grab my clothes. But I just sit there. Seans speaking but for the first minute I don't really listen. "It's not that big a deal you know?" I don't say anything. "Look, when were you last tested anyway?" "What?!" I am incredulous, "You just poz me and ask when I was tested?" "Slow down there hotshot." Sean raises his hands, " What I mean is, you've taken a lot of strange loads I'm guessing. Especially from what I watched last night. The only difference between them and me is I told you what I was giving you. And let's be honest here you shot like a fucking firehose when I gave it to you." I shake my head. It's true, but it's not helping. I stand up. "Look Sean," my voice is even now. "I need to go." I don't look at him as I leave the room. I gather my clothes and dress myself still in something of a daze. As I reach the front door I hear Sean's voice echo through the flat. "When you need to talk, or anything, you know where I am." I don't answer, I just close the door quietly behind me and leave.

From the little brother, Braden: I cough, holding a vape in my hand and let out a cloud of smoke as I look up at my brother and his friend. Seeing Ryan rock hard in his shorts like that makes my dick jump and ass tingle. I’ve wanted his cock for years and I never expected I’d walk in on him like I did today! And to know now, for sure, that he’s a total cock-slut makes me love him even more. I stand up, naked, and walk over to them. Offering the pen to my brother’s friend. Me – Damn bro, he’s hot! Ryan – No shit Braden! Get on your knees and show us how helpful you can be. Smiling at my brother, I immediately drop down to my knees. Undoing his shorts, they drop to the ground and his cock is already bulging in his boxer briefs. I press my lips to his bulge and breath in the heavy musky scent. It makes me melt. As I pull down his boxer briefs, I see his beautiful 9-inch uncut cock, already dripping with precum and slowly lifting itself upward to my mouth. I close my eyes and take it in, sliding his cock past my lips, I relax my throat and eagerly take his cock to the base. Then pulling up, I suck every inch of his rock hard cock with my tongue and lips. Ryan – Goddamn Braden, you fucking slut! How’s that feel, Marc? Marc puts his hands on my head and starts to slowly fuck my face. I moan into his cock, letting him and my brother know how much I’m enjoying this. Marc – Fuck dude, your little bro’s mouth feels fuckin’ amazing….maybe even better than yours! Ryan – Damn bro, you’re a natural born cocksucker! That, or you’ve had a fuck-ton of practice being a faggot….. or both!? I look up at my brother with this delicious cock in my mouth, moaning more. I nod just a bit and he knows the answer is both. As I run my tongue along this throbbing dick, I feel a series of bumps on the side. This guy must fuck around a lot if he’s coming over here like this. Makes me wonder how wild my brother really is! I keep sucking as he shoves his cock harder into my throat and then pulls his glistening dick out and slaps it across my face. I can taste so much precum as well as feel it smear on my cheek. Marc – Get on the bed, faggot! I don’t hesitate. I stand up as Marc takes his shirt off. I admire his sleeve of tattoos and the few that he has on his chest, abs and side, all of them seem to direct your attention right to his beautiful dick. I get on my brother’s bed, on all fours. Marc steps behind me and my brother comes to the side. I moan as I feel Marc slide a finger into me, then two. Ryan – Nice right! He’s got such a wet hole right now! Marc – Laughing – Fuck, reminds me of the first time I fucked you, slut! I smile up at my brother as I lick my lips and let out a soft moan. Marc pulls his fingers out and I watch my brother lick them, as if he knew that was exactly what Marc wanted him to do. His cock slaps my ass Marc – You want this, slut? Me – Fuck yes, please. Please fuck me! I look up at my brother as I feel Marc line his dick up to my hole and push. I moan out as I relax and let his raw dick push into me. He’s big, but the head slides in without a problem, as if that invited him to quickly shove in the rest of his thick cock, going balls deep! I groan as he pushes me forward and my brother stokes his cock in front of my face. Moaning, I put my open mouth on my brother’s dick and taste the precum he has dripping from his beautiful cut cock. Ryan – Holy fuck yeah bro, take that dick! You look fucking amazing like this! Marc isn’t much of a talker. He slides his cock in and out of my hole, making me moan as he opens me up and runs his hands down my back….I can feel his nails scratching the lower part of my back and then – SMACK – he slaps my ass hard as he slams into my hole. I let out a yelp and moan more as I squeeze his dick with my ass, milking his slick cock as it jams in and out of my fuck hole. Marc’s breathing speeds up as he slams his dick all the way in and out. Suddenly he just pulls all the way out and I feel so empty except for my brother’s dick in my mouth. Marc – Fuck I’m getting close. Get over here dude. I know what you want. Ryan slides his dick out of my mouth and I whimper for feeling so empty. I turn as he walks around behind me, rolling over onto my back. I lift up my legs, opening my ass to Marc as he stands between us. We look right into each other’s eyes as Ryan immediately starts to push his dick into my hole. We moan together as Ryan bottoms out in me and Marc pushes his throbbing cock into my brother. Me – Fuckkkk yes bro….oh my god you feel so good! I drop my head back as they both start to fuck. Marc fucking my brother and Ryan fucking me. I’ve dreamed of this for years! Ryan – Oh my god yes, fuck me! Fucking use my ass Marc. Mmmmm I want it! Me – Hell yeah….fucking take that dick Ry…you look so good getting fucked on top of me! I run my hands over Ryan’s chest and shoulders…both of us are starting to drip with sweat and I’m sure our moaning fills the whole house. I lose track of how long we’re like this, my whole body feeling the bliss of finally having sex with my big brother. Marc – oh shit…I’m so close dude. Fuck…you want me to breed your slut ass in front of your little bro? Ryan – FUCK YES! Please, do it. I… I looked right at my brother as I saw him moaning in ecstasy as his buddy pumped harder into him. I could tell he wanted to say more but cut himself off and just moaned. Suddenly Marc rammed his cock into Ryan harder than I’ve ever seen, making Ryan yelp. Marc held still inside my brother and then they both let out a long groan. I could feel Ryan’s cock start throbbing in me as he pumped his load balls deep into me. That alone sent me over the edge and my cock erupted hands free, covering my abs and chest in cum, two shots hitting me right on the face. I let my breath go. Everything felt absolutely perfect. My brother and his fuck buddy collapsed onto me as we fell into a sweaty, cummy heap on my brother’s bed.

Pt.2 I draw my shirt closed as a sudden wave of sobriety washes over me. "Wh..what're you doing here?" I can feel everything already collapsing around me. My credibility. My position. My whole fucking life. Sure I've fucked around but it's always been strange cock. No one knows what I'm like, what I like. "Don't be like that." His voice is level, calm and easy. "What does anyone come here for?" He extends a hand. "Get up for fuck's sake." I take the offer and clamber to my feet. I slowly dress fully attempting to come to terms with everything. Totally aware of his watching me the entire time I have so many conflicting ideas screaming for attention. Oh god he knows! What will everyone think? Will he ever let it slip? He came here to fuck! He obviously knows this place. He. Came. Here. To. Fuck! "Um, Sean?" It's the first time either of us has spoken in a few minutes. "Yeesss." There is an amused edge to his drawn out response. "Do you want." "Not here. Not now." His response is sharp and cuts me off completely. This is a side I've never seen of Sean. He's normally so mellow, almost too relaxed and this is almost as shocking as his appearance. "We'll go to mine, its closer." There is no room for contradiction and his tone is such that I simply nod and begin to follow as he walks. His pace is brisk and I attempt to keep up but it is clear he wants to be ahead of me. With just this action he is already telling me my place. There is no conversation as we walk. I am left with my mind still reeling from the turn the night has taken. I am still tender from being fucked so hard and the euphoria of that has been replaced by a knot deep inside. What the fuck is going on here? After walking for about twenty minutes he guides me into the lobby of a well appointed apartment building and leads me to an elevator which we ride in silence. It seems only a moment later that the doors slide open and we step out and he leads the way to one of only two doors in the corridor we find ourselves in. Sean deftly unlocks and swings the door open and beckons me inside. I step through the door and only have a brief glimpse of the sleek interior before I am shoved against the wall. The shock causes me to tense and freeze making it easy for Sean to mash his lips against mine. The kiss is strong and passionate and after the last hour of my life completely unexpected. My brain can't process these changes of gear and I just stand there offering no resistance and only responding in the most basic sense. Eventually Sean pulls away and affectionately taps my cheek then steps away with a smile plastered across his face. "Fuck man, if I'd known you were a proper cumdump I would have had you here ages ago." I am still spectacularly failing to process things and I stand there panting from the kiss staring like an idiot. He chuckles at my predicament and leans against the opposite wall to the short entranceway. "No really, I wish I had known about you a few years ago when I joined the team." He appraises me for a few seconds and then claps his hands together. "Oh well, can't dwell on that. Now strip!" I finally find my voice. "Now wait a minute.." I begin to protest but he raises a single finger and my voice falters. "Look," Sean continues, "You have got a choice here. We both know what we were in the park for, and I definitely know what you were upto. So we can carry on with each other here or, if you really want, you can leave." I glance at the door unconsciously and he keeps on. "If you leave nothing will ever, ever, happen between us. Even if we stumble across each other like tonight. End of story." I just look at my feet unable to maintain his gaze. Fucking hell he has me chastised like I've been sent to detention. But I can't break his sway. "If you stay I promise it'll be a night of firsts for you, and hopefully the first night of many. Before you decide you need a fucking shower. So strip." I raise my eyes and nod slightly as I finally bring myself to meet his stare. I reach up and fumble with my shirt buttons and slip my it off. Sean takes it from my hand allowing me to kick my shoes off. I then undo my jeans and push them down to the floor and step out of them. Awkwardly I ball my socks and stand before him completely naked. Even though I know what he has seen of me I cannot stop the blush that spreads across my skin, or maybe its precisely because of that. I look down again and realise that my jeans are filthy from my earlier adventures. Sean laughs as he notices where I am looking. "See. I said you needed to wash up you dirty fuck." That breaks some of the tension that has been skyrocketing within me and I laugh a little too. I am still self conscious but this seems more like the Sean I know. "Look," he grabs up my clothes, "I can chuck these on a quick wash while you take a long one. I promise they'll be here if you want to leave." He motions to a side table just along the wall from where we stand. "The bathroom is just there so use it as long as you need to." He points across the open plan living room to a door in a slight recess. "And, if you want. My bedroom is over there. When you are ready that's where I'll be waiting." He moves in front of me again and softly kisses me once more adding, "Seriously though, don't think about things too long." With this he pushes me towards the bathroom door and I drag my feet as I make my way across the apartment. The bathroom is amazing. A wet room really, a sunken tub featured in one corner with a shower point positioned next to it. Next to the door was a rail, heated I presumed, already draped with several thick luxurious towels. Not for the first time I wonder how the hell Sean has this place. Pulling the door closed behind me I hear the low murmur of a hidden extractor unit seemingly an automatic feature. I step over to the sink pedestal and look into the mirror positioned above it. I half expect a strangers face, but no it's definitely me. My hair dishevelled and my cheek still streaked with dirt I ask myself. "Well, which is it?" I tell myself I'm still not sure but I'm pretty sure this path was set some time ago, I just didn't know I was walking it. I walk over to the shower and turn the control. I am cascaded by warm soothing water from above instantly and I immediately forget about everything else. This feels so good. I guess I hadn't truly noticed just how much the tension had built up in such a short time. The water is very relaxing and as I unwind so my mind wanders over the events of the night. Especially the latter half. Not just sucking and getting fucked. Being a total fucking slut in such a public place and revelling in it. As I think about it my body responds in kind and my cock rises. I slowly begin to stroke myself without even thinking about it and within about a minute I am wanking hard and panting under the streaming shower head. It's not enough and I reach behind myself and begin to tease and finger my still puffy and slick anus which has me gasping in seconds. I sink to my knees on the tiles and can feel myself moments away from orgasm. I force myself to stop. Shaking my head and raising my face to let the water wash over me. Is this really going to happen? I shut off the water and grab a towel a few vigorous rubs over my head and around my body and I am merely damp. I drop that towel to the floor and grab another which I secure around my waist. I step out of the wet room and look around. I momentarily consider my clothes, but instead I start walking towards the door Sean had pointed out before. The one where he said he'd be waiting. I tell myself I just want to settle a few things, to talk, as I reach out for the handle and step into the low lit room beyond. Sean, true to his word, is waiting all right. As I step into the room I take in everything at once. The lighting is low and pink giving everything an otherworldly feel and the only true colour is coming from the glow of the large screen which is currently displaying a hard-core and very energetic porn compilation covered by a low dance beat. There is the very recognisable aroma of poppers in the room and as I look at the large bed that dominates the room it's obvious how Sean has occupied himself waiting. He is naked. Such a simple sentence doesn't quite seem like it does any justice to the scene; but then I don't think there is a living lyricist who could convey things any better. Sean, a man I had definitely had thoughts about yet always considered out of reach or off-limits, is laying naked on a bed in front of me. His very hard cock is pointing, no jutting, up from his body as his fingers lightly stroke up and down the slick length. He has obviously used some lotion to keep his touches light and make those fingertips glide over himself. On the table next to him is an open bottle, I can't see the type but it explains the scent in the air. And then I see his face. He is looking right at me. Right fucking through me. That stare is pure lust and that cock oh my god, I was going to do something, say something, wasn't I? My cock has sprung up, the sight before me has robbed me of any other intention. I drop the towel from my waist and step up to the bed. Dropping to my knees by the side and looking up at him I simply ask, "May I." As I look at his sexy, greasy, oh so tasty looking fuckmeat. "Go ahead." He groans a hoarse, horny whisper of a response but it's all I need. I lean in and slide my lips as far down that shaft as I can in one go and start showing him what a good cocksucker I can be when motivated. The groan of lust he gives off as I make contact with his flesh by enveloping his cockhead with my lips spurs me to prove to him I was worth waiting for. His hands find my head and he guides me, up and down, then holding me all the way down. I am no virgin and this is exactly what I've wanted and never imagined would happen. So I take him all the way, and let my tongue tease around him as my shallow breathing allows me to keep him in me. Deep where he wants to be. He tenses his hips and I feel his cock flexing at the back of my throat. He isn't cumming, at least not yet, he is just showing me how he likes it. I moan around his cock to let him know how much I love it. How much I want to soak his dick and make sure he's very hard and very wet. He lifts my head and pulls me up to kiss me. It's deep and passionate and I am pretty much melting for this man when he spins me away pushes me face down then pulls my hips up. I am left breathless by the suddenness but I rock my hips and push my arse back for him. "I knew you'd end up in here." Sean says matter-of-factly. "Once I saw the real you I knew it." "Oh really?" I try to be flirtatious but we're so far beyond that now I don't know if it achieves anything. "I am also going to tell you a few other truths you fucking slut." Both of Sean's hands slap down on my arsecheeks firmly at this and he grips me and spreads me. I can feel the heat of the tip of his cock positioning at my opening and I am oh so ready for it. "Firstly you chose to come in here and I am going to fuck your slut cunt very hard." "Promises promises" I almost purr flexing my hips causing the head of his slick cock to slide across my hole. "Second, there is no way you are leaving this room until at least one of my loads is deep up inside you." "Sounds good to me." I am writhing under his firm grip and the proximity of his prick is making me desperate for all of it. "Thirdly, I've already seen what a slut you are so I know how much you want my poz cock in you." "Wait...wha." And just like that he is balls deep in me.

I don't let a number dictate my life. As long as I'm able I will keep doing what I like, that includes fucking. The whole joke of the matter is no matter what your age is or what you look like some people will find you attractive others won't. Why worry about those that don't?

Lather, Rinse, Repeat I wasn't sure why I was heading back to the bathhouse on Wednesday night. The previous night's fun should have kept me sated for a few days, anyway. When I got there, it was chaos. The EMTs were there with the entrance blocked off so they could bring out yet another casualty. The guys in line were already spreading rumors. One rumor was that someone overdosed, another that someone passed out on the dance floor and yet another that someone fell in the shower getting gangbanged. I'm sure the real story would be a lot less interesting. I gave it fifteen minutes and just as I was about to leave, they wheeled out a guy on a stretcher. A few more minutes and the tape barrier was gone and the waiting group was heading inside. By the time I got in and wandered around, I was just not in the mood anymore. I had decided to leave but seconds later I ran into RJ. He was definitely in the mood, so I figured I could do another quick fuck and then head home. A short walk and we were in one of the open play rooms and I had him bent over a fuck bench with his legs spread. I didn't even give him time to mount the bench, he just grabbed on the top pad with his arms stretched out and bent over. If anyone wanted to use the bench properly, they wouldn't have to wait long. My fingers worked their way into his lightly lubed hole. Starting with two, I was able to get him loosened up pretty quickly. Some more spit and a minute with three fingers and he was ready. Or, at least I was. Aiming my hard cock at his hole, I dropped another gob of spit above his hole and let it run down the crevice before pushing in. RJ let out a loud moan and most of the guys around the room turned to take a look. I saw a few smiles before I turned my attention back to RJ. My cock slowly descended until I was fully planted in his ass. His moan kept going the entire time and when my hips hit his butt it stopped and was replaced by a big gasp followed by a gutteral, drawn out "Fuck yeah!" With him fully opened, my hips pulled back and I began to drill him. Each stroke ended with a thud as my body slapped into him. After a dozen firm thrusts, I paused a moment and he took two big hits from the popper bottle in his hand. As soon as his hands were back on the bench I shoved back in and pounded him a little harder. A few guys were now standing around watching us and I checked to see if Chase was there, like last time. It would have been surprising if he was, since I'm sure his ass was still hurting from our fuck the day before but maybe that would spur him into top mode. It was probably ten minutes after RJ had bent over and I was pounding him with all I had when I felt the cum start to rise. My cock grew thicker too as I approached climax. I'm pretty sure RJ could tell, since he began to milk my cock with his ass. Squeeze on the outward thrust, release as I pushed back in. With the extra stimulus, I only lasted another dozen strokes before giving a final shove and let my cock flood his guts. He got a surprisingly large load and it seemed my balls had been working overtime the past 24 hours. Once the last pulse had fired I stayed planted a few more moments before I pulled out. Helping RJ stand back up, I pulled him to my chest and whispered "Thanks, bud." He followed me down the hall to the showers and we both cleaned up. "Not sticking around for more?" I asked as we dried off. "After that I don't think I could take another fuck. Your dick kinda spoils it for the others. Maybe this weekend I'll be ready to get back into cumdump mode" RJ said with a grin. I gave a short laugh and then started to head to my locker downstairs. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a guy's arm and the tattoo that I remembered from one of the sites. He'd played the chaser role but the moment we had set something up, he vanished. It had happened several times with various guys and I'd gotten used to it. I was someone's jack-off fantasy and they never planned on meeting to go through with it. I headed back up the stairs and saw him poke his head into the upstairs showers and then the playroom I'd just fucked RJ in. Each stop he made had given me a chance to get closer and soon I was near enough to make sure he was who I thought he was. Five foot six blond twink, fully shaved with a pink unicorn on his left upper arm. Looking lower... yes, two pale blue stars, one on each forearm. "Yep, that's him" I muttered to myself. He kept walking around the second floor and then ducked into the gloryhole area. Too easy, I thought. He took the center of the three booths and I went into the far one, grabbing a few packets of lube from the bowl on the way. I pulled my towel off, tossing it over my shoulder and heard a gasp on the other side of the hole. My cock had stiffened and I was just wondering how I could get it inside his ass. "Don't rush it" I told myself. Once I saw a finger at the hole, I moved closer and pushed my semi-hard cock through. His tongue lapped over my growing shaft but he didn't really start sucking it. A few minutes later, I pulled my cock back past the hole and bent over a little. "It's not a fucking lollipop, are you gonna suck it or just lick it?" I said, clearly showing how unhappy I was with his skills. "I'll try, sir. It's kinda big" he said back. I laughed and gave him another shot. This time he tried to suck on it but could only take two or maybe two and a half inches. He did seem to know how to play a bit with the foreskin. I kind of regretted showering after the session with RJ, so that he could enjoy the taste of some dried cum and some stranger's ass juice. I let him work it a few more minutes and then I pulled clear of the hole again. "Show me that ass" I barked. I expected him to bolt at that point, but he turned around and came close to the wall, spreading his ass nice and wide. Opening the packet of lube, I coated my finger with the oily goo and rubbed it over the pink hole before pushing in to the first knuckle. He gasped but didn't move. Pulling back, I added more lube to my finger and worked more of it into his hole. His ass seemed to be more adept at taking cock than his mouth had been and soon I had two fingers inside him. Ripping open a second lube packet, I put half on my cock and the other half on the third finger that squeezed into his ass. With a light thud, he fell back against the wall, surprising me again. Another minute later, I stopped twisting my fingers and gently pulled them back. My foreskin was pulled back and my dick was glistening in the dim light. I aimed my cock and pushed in, trying to get in before the hole closed back up. I knew I would never get all of my cock inside him and to be honest all I wanted was enough short strokes to dump a few shots of viral seed inside him. He kept pressing back until the head actually popped inside the outer ring. The moan from him was easily heard in my booth and probably out into the hall. My hips began to rock and while not getting very deep it went further into his ass than his mouth. His hole kept getting slicker as I plowed in and out the precum and lube mixed together. I tried to go a little deeper, but the cry that came out of him told me that was about all he could take. I fucked a little faster and remembered one of his last messages on the site that said "I hope I feel your toxic load in me soon." The thrusts slowed down and I knew every second could be the moment that he pulled away and vanished again. Instead of pushing in as far as I could and breeding him, I just let it flow while I pumped my cock and out of him. There wasn't a loud groan or exciting orgasm. My cock just thickened and began to spew a few shots of my cum inside his hole. I knew I'd probably never know if I was able to knock him up with this lame fuck, but I had the satisfaction of finally getting my dick and charged load inside him. I gave a few harder thrusts and he let out a yelp and began to pull away. I also pulled back and wiped my dick off with my towel. "Fuck, I can't believe I took that" I heard through the hole. I said to myself "No, you didn't. You couldn't take even half of it." Instead I muttered an half-hearted "Thanks" and walked out of the booth. He didn't follow me or even come out of his booth for the few seconds that I hung around. Back to the locker room I went and when I saw the blood stains on the towel I tossed it in the bin and decided to shower at my place. I walked back out into the pleasantly cool night air and headed home realizing it turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected. -- Friday morning I woke and saw a few message on my hookup phone. I made some coffee and started to eat breakfast as I took a look to see what spam I'd gotten this time. Instead, there were two messages from Chase. "thx 4 givin tyler a push 2 try bbing" the first message said. The second message said "was only a min n he pulld off b4 I bred him." I laughed as I read it and yet was surprised that my suggestion worked so quickly. I typed back "congrats. next time give him ur babies." It was only a sip of coffee and a couple bites of fruit later and he replied. "hope so think he luvd it" Chase texted back. I thought about it a moment and then typed back "1 roomie down, 1 to go." Not knowing the dynamic of the three of them, the only thing I knew was that Chase had fucked Tyler enough to have condoms ready for it. Maybe he fucked or got fucked by the Asian guy too. "he likes 2 watch but only fux with chinese guys" Chase messaged back a couple minutes later. A wicked grin came over my face and I typed out "hmm I might the perfect guys 4 him." "Cool dont think hes fucked many guys" Chase replied. I tapped out message to Dragonboy and after getting Chase's roommate's number I passed it along. "gave # to my fb. he & his cuz vbtm n fun. toxic so u might warn ur roomie" I sent to Chase. "he shud ask if he cares" came back his response several minutes later. A followup came in a few minutes "just fingered Tyler while he was doin dishes gonna try n load him this time." "LOL have fun" I replied. A few hours later my phone buzzed and and when I had a break from work, I saw the message from Chase "hes a cum pig now gave him 2 loads." "Hot. U should tell him if u get sick. stealthin roomies can get ugly" I responded before getting up and heading into the kitchen. I refilled my glass and came back to the table, seeing the light flashing on my phone again. There was no text from Chase but a pic of a spread, hairy, beefy ass dripping cum. It was tempting to lick the phone, but I'd rather lick the real thing. I typed out "tasty. u wanna meet sunday?" and went back to work.

Written along with @swimslut. Both of us will be adding to the story. Chapter 1 - Setup My name is Ryan. I am 21 years old and just finished my second year of college. Now I’m back home for the summer, with my parents and 18 y/o brother Braden. Little bro is cute, with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. We never explored sex together until.... Living in the city during college exposed me to A LOT of new things. I the freedom to hook up with anyone at any time, and had access to all kinds of porn (unrestricted by my parents’ content filter). One of favorite fuckbuds is a 27 y/o short-haul trucker named Marc. He works out of the city where my college is located, and his job brings him to my hometown about twice per month. About a week after I moved back home, Marc told me he was in my area. I invited him over. Braden’s swim practice was scheduled until late and my parents were going to a reception after work. It was a perfect opportunity for a sleazy hookup. I had downloaded LOTS of videos while I was at school, free from my parents’ restrictions. So I stripped naked, put on a sketchy gangbang video, and started stroking my 7-inch dick. I was so focused on the video that I didn’t hear the front door open. Apparently, Braden’s swim practice was interrupted by a power outage and they sent everybody home. I didn’t hear him walk upstairs or watch me jerking off through the open door. I had no idea he was there, until he threw his t-shirt on my bed. The sudden motion startles me out of the corner of my eye. I spun around to see him dropping his pants, leaving only his speedo from swim practice. His entire body is smooth, as is typical for swimmers. A bulge seems to get larger and larger each second. Me – HOLY FUCK bro. How long were you standing there? Braden – Long enough. Me – I was just.... Um….. Braden – Just um what? Me – Dude, you gotta go..... I have a friend coming over, and, uh...... You gotta go. Just Go. Braden – Why? Is this what you do before your friends come over? My gaze is so fixated on his bulge that I don’t notice him smirk back at me. I hesitate. Me – I was just trying to relax. Braden – You relaxing has got me all horned up! Who this friend you have coming over? Do I know him? Me – Don't ask so many questions! ...... Actually..... Fuck it. Bro, take your speedo off and come here. As my slick-shaven little brother walks toward me, I pump a wad of lube into my hand. I grab him by the dick, line up behind him, and begin to stroke him while we watch the porn together. Part of me is jealous because his dick is about 2 inches longer than mine. Braden is raging hard and leaking precum. He’s either really enjoying the gangbang vid, or really enjoying me stroking his cock. Hopefully both. I lube up my other hand, and start prodding at the entrance to his hole. He lets out a soft moan. I insert my index finger, and he opens up much too easily. So I go for two, then three. Me – Seems like the rumors I’ve heard about you are true. You really are the swim team slut. Braden – That’s how I got started, but that’s not the half of it. I bet you haven’t heard about everything. Since Braden is so loose and apparently so experienced, I decide to slide my cock in him. I bend him over slightly and get just past the cockhead when the doorbell rings. Me – Fuck! Marc is here. I slide my dick out, turn around, and put on some loose gym shorts. I didn't bother wasting time for a shirt. With my hardon popping out of my waistband, I order Braden to stay while I get the door. When I open the front door, my hardon is so obvious that Marc immediately laughs. He walks in, takes off his shoes, and we both head up the staircase. Marc – Looks like you're excited to see me *e slaps my dick through the shorts* Me – Yeah, uh..... Just so you know, there's someone else here. My little brother came home early from swim practice. Narc – No problem. So we just gotta be quiet? Me – Uh, no.... Actually, it’s the opposite..... Marc – Huh? Me – I always heard rumors from some guys at our school that my brother Braden is a major cockwhore. I discovered a few minutes ago that it was true. If it’s okay with you, it will be all three of us? Marc – *laughs again* Your own brother, huh? A pair of fags. Me – We can both fuck him, but make sure I am the one who get your load. You know why I want it. Marc – Yeah, no shit. We arrived at the open doorway, take one look at Braden, and step inside.

Went on Thursday to take some anon loads and ended up with 7 cocks in an hour seeding my hole. Pounded out first by a hung Black cock that poked through rock hard, about 11.5x8in thick. Pounded me out and I guess the other guys heard the pounding against the divider because it turned into a steady stream of nonstop guys in the other booth after that. All rock hard and just sliding into my cunt. Came home and swapped loads with my husband. Was a great piggy day.

Age is a number not a prison sentence. I don't even think about my age because I don't feel, look at it or act it. That being said, I'm an active outdoors type of guy with a great sense of humor. Looking for someone who's adventurous, and outgoing like myself, so like-minded guys who can move twice in the same second say "Hi" and let the games begin! No time for couch potatoes, slugs or homebodies. Anyone?

I took my brother virginity and turned him into the slut he his today.

Oh, I love it when they say they are poz but the sex is so good that the guy can not stop it.

The Sexy Hipster, part 2 Matt and John meet up a couple times over the next couple weeks – mostly fucking but also going out for dinner and drinks. Matt and John fuck bareback each time. John loves it when Matt rides his cock facing him. John loves getting Matt so horny that he will drop his pants and ride him. John got Matt to ride his cock in the bathroom at a bar they went to and also on his back stairs one night. Matt loves riding John’s girthy cock. Matt likes that John knows he is slutty and likes it. One night, Matt and John get invited to a party by some of their bar friends. The boys don’t know them well and the guys throwing the party are those older guys that hang around twink bars. Matt and John discuss it and decide to go because it is a party weekend. There is a street festival to celebrate Spring. The City closes off a couple blocks downtown for a street fair one day, a 10k race another day, and then a small parade. It’s a fun weekend. Matt’s second of these festival weekends since college ended. John likes them too. The party is going to be a couple doors off the main festival area and that’s the main reason Matt and John decide to go – easy access to a bathroom and cocktails. Matt is especially leery of one of the party hosts because he is always trying to fuck Matt. He’s older and not very fit. A couple times Matt has been lonely and almost given in to this guy’s advances. But, Matt is with John now, so it’ll be fine. It is Spring, but it’s hot out. Matt and John are in shorts and tight tee shirts on Friday night after work as they explore the street fair. It’s fun and they see their friends on the street. The boys are all looking good and joking around. They head over to the party they’ve been invited to – all in a pack. The guys bring booze with them from a liquor store on the way. When they arrive, the party is pretty tame – mostly older guys hanging out drinking, decent music, etc. Everyone gets cocktails and is hanging out. The boys find the back fire escape/deck overlooks the festival. The twink pack sees some friends and the host tells them to invite the boys in. Soon the party is roaring with twinks, jocks, twunks, hunks, and the hosts and their friends. Everyone is having a great time. Matt is running the 10k in the morning so he is not drinking much. He is mainly watching everyone have fun, including John who is consistently playing with Matt’s amazing ass. Around 10pm, Matt tells John he has to go home if he is going to run the race the next day. John and Matt leave their friends at what is proving to be an epic party. Matt and John are both disappointed to leave the party and their friends. John fucks Matt twice that night. John also fucks Matt the next morning before he runs the race. John cums in Matt’s ass. Matt just has time to get his clothes on before he leaves for the race. Matt imagines that John’s cum is running down his legs as he is running the race. He knows it is just sweat, but Matt is really turned on by it. Matt sees John and some friends after the race and they have a beer and a banana waiting for Matt. Matt grabs another banana and a granola bar from the race tent to eat so he doesn’t get drunk before noon. Matt is in his race shirt and short running shorts. He looks hot and he knows it. John and the guys are heading over to the party house again for brunch/lunch and booze. Matt wants to shower and clean out before he heads to the party. As the boys part ways, John tells Matt to wear the running shorts and a tank top because he wants to fuck him a lot today – easy access. Matt laughs, but he is so turned on by John that he agrees. Matt goes home, showers, cleans out, and then chooses a looser tank top with long arm holes and puts his shortest, most threadbare running shorts on (ones he has had since high school) that barely cover his ass, and some flip flops. He looks in the mirror and knows he looks like a slut. Matt doesn’t care though because this is the look John wants. Matt arrives at the party. The host opens the door and whistles at Matt. It’s the guy who is always trying to fuck him. Matt blushes and says hi, asks if John is there, and the host guides him to the kitchen where John sees Matt and smiles big. The host slaps Matt’s ass and says go get him. John pulls Matt aside and says how sexy he looks. John kisses Matt. A few minutes later, John’s cock is inside Matt in the one of the bedrooms filling Matt with cum. John pulls out and says, “fuck you are so sexy.” Matt pulls his shorts up and the boys go get drinks. There is some food, but not enough since Matt ran a race that day. Matt is getting pretty tipsy and John is too. John fucks Matt in the bathroom around 3pm, cumming in his ass again and telling Matt how sexy he looks. The party has thinned out a bit as the boys are starting to go other places, explore the street festival, and go to dinner. It’s also getting a bit sleazier as the older guys now have a camera out and are taking pictures of the twinks in various states of undress. Matt and John are a little taken aback, but they are with each other, and at least the booze here is free. Matt and John go out on the deck to watch the festival and keep drinking. They are having a good time. Later Matt finds himself pressed in a corner, partially visible to other guys on the deck and maybe on the street, but not really caring who sees it as John fucks him again as the sun sets. Matt has not cum yet. John has cum in him 4 times already today. He is so horny as John pulls out of him again. He can feel John’s loads running out of his ass. Then he hears the camera taking photos of John’s dick pulling away and Matt’s ass. Matt pulls up his shorts and says, “what the fuck man?” to the host who is taking his photo. The host says, “Don’t worry. I didn’t shoot your face, just the really hot action. You guys are really sexy.” Matt and John are angry at the host, but he swears no face is in the photos. The host takes them inside, plugs the camera into the computer, and shows Matt and John that none of the photos show their faces. The boys relax a bit. The host takes them in to the kitchen and they all do shots. The boys are relaxing now in the darkened living room with the hosts, almost everyone else left the party for the bars by now, but John and Matt are still there with about a dozen other people. The host starts saying how hot it is when John and Matt fucked earlier and how sexy the pics are. John starts playing with Matt’s nipple under his shirt, Matt and John start kissing, Matt’s shirt comes off, and John and Matt are making out heavily on the couch now. The other two guys who were sitting on the couch are now up and watching, Matt can hear the camera clicks. John pulls Matt’s shorts off as they make out. Matt is naked now as John is on top of him. Everyone in the room can see Matt’s naked torso and legs as they are wrapped around John. They can also see the naked side of Matt’s ass. Matt is so horny. He has not cum yet and needs to cum. His cock is rock solid. John sits upright, opens his shorts, pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down, and Matt gets on John’s lap. Matt sits on John’s bare cock and pushes his cum filled ass down, using John’s loads as his lube to ride the cock. Matt hears the guys cheer as his ass rides up and down on the bare cock. Matt is so turned on. He’s loving it. John is stroking Matt’s cock for the first time that day. Matt is naked and riding John’s amazing cock right in the middle of this party and he doesn’t care who sees it. The camera is snapping pictures. Matt is moaning. John is moaning. The boys kiss and fuck. Kiss and fuck. John is thrusting up into Matt now. Matt knows John is going to cum in his ass again. Matt wants the cum in him. He grinds his ass onto the cock. John grunts and says, “I’m cumming in you.” Matt grunts and cums all over John and himself and the couch as John cums inside him. The crowd loves it. There is clapping and cheering. A couple guys call Matt a slut, but everyone seems to congratulate John. Matt doesn’t care. He gets off John’s cock, gets dressed and the boys go home.

Went to a cruise club last night, dress code naked, boots only. Went to the glory hole wall first; shoved my cock through and immediately had a warm mouth sucking my shaft. I let him suck me till I was close then pulled out. I walked around the maze for a while checking out the other guys. I got talking to a daddy who was with his younger cub. The daddy asked if I wanted to fuck. I said yes, so he led us over to the slings. I thought we were gunna fuck his cub but he wanted me in the sling so I though why not; they both had handsome cocks. I got in the sling and the cub shoved his cock up my asshole. He fucked me good for a few minutes then his buddy shoved his cock in me. Soon there was several more men standing round us waiting for a turn in my ass. After the daddy fucked me another man fucked me. I must have taken 7 or 8 cocks before I got my first load. Once I’d been seeded the crowd was now up for adding their loads. I don’t know who they were but I reckon at least a dozen men fucked me and most of them shot their loads up my ass. In any case my hole was full of sperm and leaking into my jocks as I got dressed to leave.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

Or begging not to be knocked up, when he knows I'm seconds away from breeding him and I won't pull out. 😈

Hi guys. I'm thinking writing a story or sequence of stories related to male pregnancy aka mpreg. I noticed not only bottom but many top guys are into it. Its a subject we could explore using raw sex as base - with or with meds ( pills) or body morph where our characters stay men. Would love to hear your ideas or suggestions. Send me a message with the information and where would be the best place to put it, in what folder. Thanks for attention

Jessica got up and ready for work and left quickly like usual, but I was a bit lazy this morning and stayed in bed. We had a talk last night about having kids and we decided to start trying. I'm excited, but I'm sure Omar will be excited to hear. I heard the door handle jiggle, it was locked. "Fuck" I thought, he heard Jess leave and the door is supposed to be unlocked when I'm home alone. I got up quickly and unlocked the door, opened it and Omar wasn't there anymore. "What the..." I said, and then I heard my phone buzz. 'My apt, 30, bring that bottle." I cleaned myself out using a kit I had stowed away with our toys and picked up my large reusable bottle and headed over. I knocked and didn't hear an answer so I entered. Music was playing loudly from his bedroom and when I entered there was porn on the TV but it was just music, not the usual porn moans and noises. he was stroking his cock leaning against the wall. He paused the porn. "Door unlocked, or I need a key slut." "Yes Sir, I just-" "Need to make a key for me? I know, it's only been a day. But you knew. I was going to fuck you in your bed today." "You still can" "Of course I can slut, you know what, good idea, strip naked." "Yes Sir." I did as I was told and stripped naked in front of him, he grabbed my clothes which was a T-shirt from college and long loose fitness shorts, and threw them into his hamper. "Lets go" He got up and put on his clothes and I started to walk to the hamper when he stopped me. "No, no. Let's go" I walked slowly to the door behind him. He opened up the door and pushed me outside and followed me as I walked quickly and quietly to my apartment. I opened the door, turned around and got down on my knees. "Cute, but no. hands and knees on the side of the bed" I jumped up and did as I was told, he stripped and was standing behind me. He placed his hands on my ass and pushed downward telling me to get lower. My knees spread wider as my ass sank lower to the bed. I allowed myself down on my elbows to get lower. "HANDS, and knees" He took his semi hard cock and slapped it against my dangling balls. it surprised me but it felt good, I moaned in response. He hit them again, and again with his harder and harder cock. My back was arched and my ass was low. He took a step back and took a picture with his phone. "Amazing" He got down behind me and dove into my ass with his mouth. His tongue immediately started to dart in and out of my tight hole, I'd hear him spit against my hole and push in the spit with his tongue and sometimes a finger would push it in. It felt incredible, I've only had my ass eaten a couple times from the guys I used to meet, but this was on another level. After a while he stood up and I heard him shake something and a long sniff. He kneeled on the bed next to me, grabbed my face, pressed on one nostril and placed something under my nose, I inhaled. My head swirled, I pulled away and huffed. "Again" I did as I was told and turned my head to him, he closed a nostril an put what ever it was under my nose. I took a longer breath, I knew what to expect now. There was a throbbing in my ears, my heart was beating in my head and throat. He placed his cock at my saliva lubed asshole. He went to press his cock inside me and my ass just opened up. His cock head pushed past the second wall and sank deep into me. "How the-" "Poppers, slut." he tossed a small dark brown bottle infront of me, "Again" I got down on my elbows, unscrewed the cap covered a nostril and took a hit. I saw stars, a black dot formed in the middle of my vision and Omar picked up the pace, my cock went from soft and small to hard as the poppers made his harder fucking feel better than it ever has. He really bounced his hips off my ass for what both felt like forever and not long enough as he came deep into my ass. He collapsed on top of me and rolled us both over, we were spooning with his cock still deep in my ass. I drifted off into sleep after the affects of the little bottle wore off. I came back to, to a gentle fucking from Omar again laying on our sides, he placed the bottle under my nose and I inhaled again. He rolled on top of me and laid into my ass, picking up the pace yet again, instead of me being able to push back against his thrusts, we bounced with the bed. "Fuck your ass is amazing, it's the best ass I've ever fucked." "Good, and it's all yours" "Damn right it is slut, what else is mine?" "My cock Sir" "And?" "My balls" "Yess Slut, you're all mine" he pulled my hair and turned it to the side, spit on the side of my mouth and cheek and picked up the pace, cumming deep inside me again. He got off me and got dressed, he stopped in the bathroom on the way out and pissed into my toilet. I shot up, "Sir?" I know slut, take a drink of my piss out of your toilet, clean the drops off the seat, the last little dribbles from my cock. I got on my knees and slowly put my head in my toilet, this was a new one for me. I love piss but usually from a bottle or the tap. I took a swig, 'Smart' I thought, it was his morning load of piss, too strong to drink straight. but watered down it was actually pretty good, I took another swig. looked up and licked his semi hard hanging cock. Then licked the small bit of dribble on the seat. "See you later slut." and he left. I signed in for work and got on with my day, my ass wasn't sore, if anything I was still really horny and wanted one more load from Omar. a few hours later he came in through the door. "I gotta piss, slut" "Yes Sir" I stripped and joined him in the bathroom. I got down on my knees in the tub and opened my mouth. He let a steady stream go and I tried my best to get it all. "Sir, can you fuck me one more time?" "Wow, you still want more? Tell me, do you want my cock in your ass, or do you want your cock in your wife's pussy" "I want your cock in my ass Sir" He stood me up and faced me to the bathroom mirror, slightly bending me over the counter. "Good little fag, no pussy for you, only cock" "Yes Sir, only your cock" "Or any cock I want to fuck you" "Yes Sir my ass is yours, do what ever you want with it" "What about these balls?" he said as he grabbed them pulling them behind my legs. "They're all yours too" "Good boy" He pressed his cock against my ass and it took a second but my ass opened up and his cum from earlier acted as a pretty good lubricant as he fucked me, as I stared at myself in the mirror, after confessing my ass and balls were his for the taking. Omar came once again in my ass, pulled out and slapped my ass hard once. "Clean me up" I did as I was told, getting on my knees and took his semi hard wet cock in my mouth, taking good care to clean his cum off his cock from tip to base. He was fully hard yet again. I stood up and bent back over the counter. "Sir, we are going to be trying for a baby soon, so there will have to be a lot of sex especially when she's fertile." "Thank you for telling me, remember, I cum in your ass more than you cum in her." "Yes Sir that won't change" His hands gently carressed my ass, he pressed his cock once again into my ass and wrapped his arms around my chest, turned my head and we made out as he slowly drove his cock deep into my ass against the bathroom counter. He shuddered and I felt his cock throb. "I think you completely drained me today slut. nothing came out" "Sorry not sorry" I said kissing him again. "I like that, we will kiss hello and goodbye" "Yes Sir" He pulled his shorts on and left. I still wanted more but I need to focus. Jess came home later that evening. "Hey I didn't know Omar went to NYU as well" "He did?" "Yeah I ran into him again in the hall, he had the same shirt you have" "Oh, weird. I didn't know that"

I think the biggest obstacle to more couples trying this is the difficulty in finding a man named Polly.

Glad people are enjoying this. As always let me know what you think and how it might unfold. Thanks for all the support xx Chapter 4 I lay there still going over the entire night in my head over and over. How did this happen? What choices did I make to lead to this moment of me laying in my own cum in this hot twink’s bed leaking poz cum out of my once virgin hole. I’d always been so careful to hide my true self and now all that hard work was unravelling. What was even more confusing was I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt excited. What was wrong with me? *ding ding* My phone lit up. Sarah: Where are you Brian? Fuck. I looked at my phone. It was 3am and I had four missed calls from my wife. Fuck fuck fuck. I texted back. Felt tired so pulled over to nap. Be home soon love xx I jumped out of bed while Leon lay there sleeping. His soft cock lying against his flat toned stomach. The tip laying against his pink scorpion tattoo. Fuck he was right. His soft cock was bigger than mine hard. I quickly got dressed and headed to the front door. I tried the lock but it had one of those dead bolts from the inside that requires a key. I tried the lock but it just wouldn’t give. “Need some help with that” came an unknown voice behind me. I turned to see one of Leon’s housemates from the couch earlier. He was much shorter than me about 5’3” to my 6’2”. He was a bigger build than Leon but still fit with a little bit of a belly and hairy all over, he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. His chest was big. I noticed one of his nipples was pierced and he had the same pink scorpion tattoo on his right pec. Must be a friend group thing. My eyes naturally drifted down to his crotch. He had a clear outline of his cock. He didn’t look as big as Leon but still impressive. “You and Leon certainly had some fun tonight” he said walking over to the table by the door and picking up a set of keys “my name’s Jack by the way”. “Yeah umm I guess we did” I stammered. He slowly approached and place one had against the door beside my head while placing the key into the lock. “You’re pretty lucky Daddy fag. Leon has a lot of Daddy’s after him but he only liberates a select few” Jack said licking his lips. “So tell me. Did he give you his special gift?” Fuck he knew? He knew exactly what I was. “Yeah he did. I just really need to get home. Thanks for getting the door” I said as I turned to leave. *Whack* Jack pushed my body into the door before I was able to open it. He held my body to the door and got right up close. “We kind of have a rule in this house. That if I like a look of a fag Leon brings home that I get the sloppy seconds” he spat into my ear. “Please I can’t. I need to go home. My wife is worried about me” I pleased. Fuck why did I say that? “Wow Daddy’s straight and married? Not for much longer if Leon’s gift takes” he laughed. Fuck he was right. The reality started to sink in. My panic was broken when I felt Jack’s hand slide down the back of pants and rub my slick Cum filled hole. “Wow faggot. Leon really filled you up. How many cocks have you taken to manage his Monster cock?” He asked. “You won’t believe this but none. I was a virgin before tonight” I replied. My little prick started to twitch as he invaded my hole with his fingers. “While that does sound unbelievable Leon does have a way of turning out natural born faggots” Jack laughed. Soon he had three fingers in my hole and I started moaning like the cock hungry slut I was. I was already starting to think like Leon and Jack talked. “Sounds like my newly turned fag needs it” he said excitedly as he pulled my pants down to my ankles. I heard the waist band his jock snap. I turned my neck to see his cut cock. It looked thick. Thicker than Leon’s but maybe only two thirds as long. The head was pierced with a thick PA the ends were little cones. Not the balls I’d seen in porn. He started to rub the head against my hole while using his cum covered hand to jerk his thick cock. The slick Cum looked pink. My hole stung as his PA rubbed against it. “Listen fag. I don’t know what discussion you and Leon had before he fucked you raw but I hope it goes without saying that I won’t be wearing a rubber. It’s kind of useless as my PA tends to break them anyway. Understood?” He said firmly. “Yes Sir” I responded feeling powerless to object. “Good fag” he said slamming my head against the door “spread your legs and bend your knees”. I did exactly what he said. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t craving another cock in my hole. I’d felt empty since Leon was done with me. I felt the pressure of his head pushing against my hole. I wanted to feel it in me so badly but he was struggling to get past my hole. He was certainly girthier than Leon. “Relax fag or I’ll have to force me way in” he spat pushing my head back into the door. I tried to relax as best I could. But I was finding it hard to concentrate. I couldn’t stop think about how my day had unfolded. The pressure got greater. His big cock head pressing into my hole. I felt it slowly open painfully as his PA scraped my ring on the way in. I let out a yelp. “Shut it fag. If you wake Leon he might insist on taking over” jack snapped as he put this hands around my throat. His cock started to slowly push open my ass as I become light headed as Jack’s hands tightened around my neck. “Good Daddy. You’re a total natural. You’re wasted in closet. Lucky for you I think those days are numbered” he whispered as he pushed deeper, tightening his grip. I was struggling to breathe as his cock head hit my prostate. Just touching it as his balls hit mine. My little prick was now rock hard. But barely dribbling after cumming twice tonight. Jack slowly started to pull out of my hole. I could feel his PA catching the sides of my ass. The pain was like nothing I’d felt tonight. I tried to scream but his hands around my neck stopped anything coming out. I don’t know if it was the pain or his grasp but vision went blurry then eventually black. I don’t know how long I was out for but I came to to the slapping sound of Jack’s balls hitting my ass. His hands were now on my shoulders and he’d found himself a rhythm. My ass was on fire but I couldn’t feel anymore tearing. “Faggot’s back” jack said panting as he fucked my ass his cock head hitting my prostate with each stroke. I steadied myself with one hand as my other hand wrapped around my cock, covering the whole thing with one hand. His cock head hitting my prostate over and over felt so different to Leon’s sliding past it as Jack’s head seem to land right on it every time. His thicker cock had stretched my ass to what felt like it’s limit. “Leon will hope that it was his cum that knocks you up. But let’s be honest if the virus happens from tonight alone you’ll never know if it was mine or Leon’s toxic seed” jack panted getting tired from the merciless fucking. What?! They’re both poz? Fuck fuck fuck. My brain was screaming get him out of you. But my hand and cock had other ideas. I jerked my little dick harder and faster than I’d ever before. Each time his pummeling cock hit my prostate I got closer and closer. “I’m getting close faggot” Jack whispered in my ear “get ready to take your second poz load in your once neg cunt”. His cock swelled and throbbed inside my wrecked hole. His pumping sped up until I heard him yell - “I’m cumming faggot”. His hips bucked and his strokes slowed as he pumped 5 big loads into my ass. As he did my little cock spurted three small ropes of cum against the door. “Good faggot, goos faggot” jack said tiredly as he slumped into my back. He held me there for a moment kissing the back of my neck, one arm around me chest the other massaging my thigh. Eventually he pulled his cock out of my ass and I collapsed to the floor. I could barely stand without his support. “While you’re down there fag clean this up” he said waving his semi hard cock in my face. It was slick with a pink cummy slime. I struggled to my knees and tops his softening cock into my mouth. The taste was bitter and like iron and I couldn’t get enough of it. I eagerly cleaned my ass slime from his cock. “Don’t forget the door faggot” as he pushed me off his cock slipping it back into his jockstrap. I did as I was told and licked my cum off the door it tasted a lot sweeter than his cock. Jack out his strong hand under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He leant me against the door and leaned in planting his lips on mine. He kissed a lot rougher than Leon and it felt less special than with Leon. But I still kissed him back. Eager to explore another man’s mouth. His stubble scratched my face. He licked some cum off my chin and spat it back in my face. “Keep it there fag” he said with a smirk “now you better get back to your naive wife”. *click* He unlocked the door and turned me around slapping my ass causing it to sting as he pushed me out the door. “Don’t be a stranger Daddy” he said closing the door behind me. I slowly walked to the car. My ass on fire. Cum leaking out into the seat of my pants. I looked in the rear view mirror as I started the car. My eyes bloodshot, pink cum glistening on my face and the largest grin you’ve ever seen.

This is a true story of my favorite fuck. It started over twenty years ago before the internet for hook ups. I was on a phone line and started chatting with a top who asked me if I was into watersports. I was 20 he was 40ish. I hadn't done watersports but I was hot for this guy so I tried it. About 30 minuets later he was at my door. MD was about 5'10 very attractive with a dominant approach. He put me on my knees on my bed, stood over me, put his cock in my mouth and said, 'drink or the piss is all over your bed.' He let go full flow and I drank it down as fast as I could not missing much. I surprised him and me. He smiled and that was all I needed for approval, I was his. He stayed for hours, late into the night. I was surprised how long I was able to go and never lose interest. He kept me on his cock at all time. I nursed on it, hard or soft. His cock became everything to me, it was true worship. When I did a good job MD would kiss me. His kiss is no ordinary kiss, it is the kiss of an alpha, a man of confidence. First is always spit, then he forces his tongue into my mouth fucking it, raping it. I'm not allowed to put my tongue in his mouth, he won't have it. I tried once and he bit it hard, drawing blood. When he felt pleasure he was very vocal. I asked him to be more quiet because my neighbors can hear everything . . he just smiled and told me to get on his cock. The next day, my neighbor complained about the noise, I was humiliated. After this first night I was hooked on MD. He was all I wanted. As the years went on I'd see him whenever I could, cheating on boyfriends and traveling by train or bus to his home. I asked him if he drank or did drugs and he said no and said he was neg. I wasn't interested in chems then, they weren't for me. I was so hungry for his piss and cum. I felt it make me healthier, stronger. It wasn't until years later I realized I could go for such long session because MD was feeding chem piss. I was getting high and didn't even know it! I worshiped him many times over the years. My favorite place was sitting in a pool of cold piss in front of his toilet nursing his cock, getting skull fucked, drinking gallons of piss (chem piss), being drenched and wearing his scent. Everything about him made me feel weak, he was strong and took what he wanted. It was strange, I felt lust and love for MD. He taught me much when I was younger. How to drink heavy piss, rim for hours (I love kissing his hole), take spit and clean his nose with my tongue. He gave me many STI's which I ended up passing to boyfriends. When I look back, I think he enjoyed infecting me with his bugs. For a long time, there was this sore on the bottom of the head of his cock. It hid in the fold. I wanted to service so bad, I always over looked it. He gave me syph, gono, Hep A . . all of which I unknowingly passed on. We didn't fuck often. Looking back, I wish we fucked more. His cock is perfect for fucking. The head is smaller than the shaft. When fucking he can enter easily with his head, then make his sub feel his power as he shoves the huge girth of his shaft into his pig. I know he likes his subs to feel pain from his cock. He makes them suffer for the privilege. He also did this one thing with his foot that I know understand better. While his cock is worshiped, he pushes his big toe into your hole letting his nail scratch it up. As the years went on, MD brought out the chems and introduced them to me. He fucked me and my boyfriend up a couple times on T . . . made us fly and service Him for hours. It's been years since I've seen him. I still beat off a couple times a week thinking about him. Looking back, I can see he is a master stealth chemmer/breeder. There were two things I never got to do with him that I often fantasize about. I wish I could have serviced his cock while he took a dump and then wiped his beautiful hole for him. Not being into scat, I wish I could have been pushed there by him. He also never hurt my hole with that cock. I wish I could be under him looking him in the eyes while he enters my hole too fast. His smile would be payment enough for the pain.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

The thumping music was doing nothing to settle my mood. I nodded across the table at my colleagues giving all the non verbals to show I was still engaged in the non-existent conversation. Why had I agreed to come out? A works do for someone moving departments seemed so unnecessary. They weren't leaving; for fuck's sake we'd all see each other tomorrow albeit in passing. I had initially resisted the invitation being as I was nearly 20 years older than a few of the team but they had cajoled that I was, after all, their supervisor and I relented. It didn't help that I would often joke that being 40 wasn't at all passed it. That was always going to come back at me. So here I was. Feeling the effects of the few drinks I had quickly downed believing it would make me more sociable. Instead my head was thrumming from the music being blasted through the pub. OK it wasn't all bad. I did actually like my team and I would miss working alongside Sean, but he definitely deserved the promotion. It was a shame that such a hottie was leaving my section; not that I would ever mix work and play. Still I had plenty of eyecandy to let my eyes wander over as the drinks continued flowing. A packed bar on a Friday night is always good to get the imagination going, even if there's no intention of following through on anything. The positions around the table changed as more drinks flowed. Conversations, such as they were, merged into one another. TV, sport, politics (yawn), work (inevitable), gardening (where did that come from?), bitching about work. Laughing at those returning from the bar as they tried to pick up the threads they thought were still ongoing. Maybe I was actually enjoying myself. I end up sitting next to Sean and just chatting. Because of the volume we would frequently lean in to make ourselves heard and I, more than once, was very glad the lighting was also low so no-one would notice the flush to my face each time he would lean in to say something in my ear. Or maybe they would think it was the drink? Fuck I could feel my cock rise in my jeans just from being this close. No way was I standing up until this goes down. Why did he have to be so god-damn hot? All things move on and the music lowered and the glasses emptied and finally from the bar the call of, "Time!" We all say our goodbyes, some wander off in search of late-night food, some climb into taxis. I start to walk away. "James!" I look back and see Sean waving as he jogs to catch up. "Walking?" I try not to state the obvious and smile slightly drunkenly. "Yeah, just going to walk off some of the booze. Get some air." "Good idea," Sean grins as he matches step with me, "I was heading this way anyway." Heading away from the bar through the city centre we chat a meaningless ramble that is completely fuelled by our drinking, but it's easy and pleasant and all too soon we reach the divide to our paths. "It's been good." Sean starts and I reach out to shake his hand. He clasps my hand but then, to my surprise, pulls me into a hug. As he grips me I feel my body start to respond with the blood I desperately need for thought flowing straight to my dick. I break the hug hoping that nothing has been noticed but Sean is grinning massively as he steps away, and waves as he starts heading off. Embarrassed but undeniably horny I continue my own journey along the opposite road. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I think to myself as I walk. He clearly felt my hardon and it must have been obvious as to the cause. And then? He just walks off, why hug me? Dammit I need to sober up more and deal with anything tomorrow. No. Or. Fuck it, I'm still drunk enough to be stupid and horny enough to need to be. I begin to alter my route and head through one of the city center parks that just happens to be, more or less, on my way home. I know these paths very well having walked them numerous times before and always with the same purpose in mind. Before too long I am heading along a darkened pathway with bushes all along one side that separate the city from the green expanse of the park that stretches away into the night. Following this path leads to a small rise given over to a small wooded area. Benches line the walkway to give daytime lunch-goers a brief natural respite from the many surrounding office buildings. At night however this area has an altogether different reputation. As I get closer small clusters of trees dot the approach to the woods and I can already see shadows of people among the trees. One or two sat on benches watching with interest. A few moans drift through the night and, if you were to listen intently, you can make out the soft slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. These sounds alone would have me desperate to make noises of my own, but half-cut and half-hard as I was when entered the park I feel my horniness ramp up to 11. I absentmindedly rub my cock through my jeans as I reach the treeline and step into to natural darkroom the local council so thoughtfully provided. After a few moments to allow me to get my bearings I carefully pick my way through the darkened grove toward what I know to be the popular hollows. I pass one couple already engaged and watch for a few moments as one kneels and hungrily devours the cock of the man in front of him, smiling to myself I move on recognising that they are quite content in each other's company. Not too much further on I see a guy leaning back against a tree, cock in hand, stroking slowly but firmly. I guess him to be mid-twenties, slim and wearing a tracksuit the bottoms of which are pushed to mid thigh. Definitely a good start. I approach and as he looks at me he shakes his cock a little as an invitation I cannot refuse. Now right in front of him I reach out and take hold of his cock at which point his hands fall to his sides happy to let me take over for him. I start by slowly feeling him all over. A good, solid seven inches. Nice foreskin to slide back and forth teasing that cockhead making a dewdrop of precum bead on his piss-slit. I lick my lips and drop to my knees. At this my new acquaintance rests his hand on my shoulders as I lean in and begin to lick and kiss his shaft. Working my lips up to the tip where I lap at the precum and slide the head between my lips as I slide him deep into my mouth. I run my tongue around him as I push myself all the way down onto his dick wanting him to recognise the need in me. He grunts appreciatively and rocks his hips while his hands grip my shoulders a little more firmly. Working together, me bobbing my head whilst he begins a slow fucking motion, it isn't long before that dick is nice and slick with my spit and I am moaning in cocksucker joy. After a few minutes of lovingly sucking this sweet dick I slide my mouth off and, while sliding my hand up and down him to keep him on the boil, gasp up at him. "You want to fuck?" There really is no need for small talk in a place like this. He looks down and shakes his head. "Nah man, I don't fuck. You want me to cum in your mouth that's fine but I'm not after anything else." I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed but I simply say, "Shame." Then I slide him back into my mouth and go to work bringing him off with every trick I know. I squeeze and release the base of his shaft as I suck and lap around his cockhead. Flicking my tongue over his pisshole then deep-throating him again. I reach around and massage his tight arse cheeks and run my hands over his, admittedly very nice, body. All of this has him moaning and I can feel the slow rocking motion he started with pick up pace. Now as I suck and wank his soaking dick he is fucking my face. His fingers clenching and unclenching as he starts to lose control. "Unh Fuck!" He groans as he throws his head back. His cock pulses and I slide my lips down to the very tip wanting to catch this load all across my tongue. I time it well and receive a hot mouthful on the first spurt, then two smaller bursts of sperm splash into me. I slide him back deep into my mouth coating his cock with his load and then sucking hard I lick that cum back from him and make a show of swallowing it all down as I look up at him. "Damn!" He is panting and pulling up his trakkie bottoms. "That was fucking awesome!" He smiles and steps away. I stay on my knees as he disappears into the darkness. I can feel my own cock throbbing in my jeans. Fuck I definitely need more. Savouring the flavour of the load still coating the inside of my mouth I stand and begin the search for another cock. I still have a decent buzz from the earlier drinks and that is definitely tamping down any inhibitions I might otherwise have. I decide to take my direction from the guy who's spunk I can still detect a lingering taste of. I find a corner and lower my jeans; I very often go commando and tonight is no exception. I pause at my knees and then think, "Fuck it!" I push them all the way down. I grip my cock and start a long slow stroke as I do I put my other hand out in front of me and grab onto a low branch of the tree I am next to. This makes me lean forward and push my backside out as an open invitation to, well, anyone that catches me in this position. For a minute I am caught up in the pleasure I'm bringing myself and I stop concentrating on my surroundings, long enough for me to not notice as someone steps up. The first thing I know for sure is the strange hand exploring my arse. I gasp at the surprise and let go of my now very hard dick reaching to place both hands on the tree leaving myself completely vulnerable. Somehow I manage not to look around telling myself this is exactly what I wanted to happen. "Nice." The whisper behind me gives nothing away other than its a man. I have no picture in my head of his age. All I know is that I offered myself up and he has stepped up to the table. I feel slightly roughened hands run over both my cheeks. They knead and rub and spread me wide. Then I feel hot breath on my hole and I moan in absolute pleasure. Also I say a silent thank you to my sober self for showering very thoroughly earlier clearly knowing what drunk me is like. The first press of his tongue on my hole is like electricity. I cannot help but groan aloud and press myself backwards onto the searching tongue. Firm hands grip my arse and spread me wide and a voice from behind tells me to, "Push down. Open that hole for me." Like an instinct I just follow the command and I push. Heat and pressure have me grunting in the darkness. This man who I still have no idea about is alternating between shoving his tongue up me and then sucking hard at my hole. I can feel myself opening wider by degrees and the pure joy at the feelings is intense. Before too much time has passed I am panting as though riding the edge of an orgasm I just cannot achieve. My cock is leaking and my body is quivering, but despite the intensity of the feeling I am never allowed to crest. Clearly the man behind me is a maestro and I am more than happy to be his instrument of choice. I cannot even verbalise how good I am feeling. I am simply holding on to the tree and letting my body become his. He tongues me, and laps at me, and sucks hard at my opening. Then I feel fingers slide into me, probing and spreading me more. A slow and constant fuck motion that is pressing my buttons even more than the rim job I had just been subjected to. "Not bad boy. Three fingers all the way in first go." I manage to find my voice and stammer between my gasps, "Unh...it..its ahhh....definitely not, ohmygod!...Not my...fuuuuck...First time." "Good boy. Breaking in newbies always takes too much time. Guess there's no need to hold back then." I shudder at the implication there but I still hold position. I hear him rise and then feel a blunt pressure against my slick and open arsehole. He takes hold of my waist, shoves forward and I grit my teeth and hiss expecting at least the burn of first penetration. Instead my breath becomes a very drawn out and laboured moan as my hole, so expertly opened, becomes his cunt to use. A brief thought crosses my mind about protection, but drunk me is in charge now and he is basically doing a little dance with his fingers in his ears going, "lalalalala I can't hear you...just enjoy it slut!" My eyes roll back and I push hard onto the strange cock that has just been given free reign to do whatever it wants to me. He starts a slow and steady pumping rhythm. Holding my waist tight, fingers digging into my sides to let me know he has control. I am open but he is thick and I feel every thrust. Because of the angle his cock is pressing harder against my front inner walls and he is grinding it with every shove as he fucks me. And this is a fuck. This is all about cock and hole. Shoving inside and taking pleasure. He is making breathy noises as he slaps his hips to mine, driving that thick fuck tool in and out of me and I, in turn, am panting as I hold on and try to take it like a true slut. Apart from a few moaned fuck yeahs and take its the sex is all soundtracked by the sound of his flesh hitting mine and my wet hole accepting his cock in a quickening pace. After the amazing rimming I had received this sudden fucking again has me closing in on a climax I so desperately need but can't quite reach. I meet his thrusts and we speed up together. Moving just enough to keep his cock in me but fast enough that we are slamming against each other. I can just imagine how far away we can be heard in the night air and that thought makes my cock lurch and my arsehole clench around his invading dick. Squeezing my hole down on him like that makes him dig his fingers into my sides very hard. He is definitely leaving his mark on me. He grunts and almost collapses over my back and I feel him shaking and moaning, his hot breath raking my ear as his orgasm consumes him. I feel his body tense and relax, his cock following suit inside me and I know his cum is flowing into me. I relax my grip on the tree, and swallow a few deep breaths. Fuck that felt so good. It takes a good few seconds to compose ourselves. He slides his wilting cock from my now dripping cunt and softly pats my arsecheek. "Damn good fuck boy." I start to stand but his hand presses more firmly. "You stay where you are. Don't you move 'till I'm gone." I don't know why but I just nod and mumble, "yessir." "I knew you'd be a good boy." A single affectionate pat on my naked skin is all I feel to let me know he is leaving. I hear his footfalls get quieter and yet I remain. Half naked and cum soaking into me, waiting for whatever the night will bring. After only a few moments I decide to relieve some of my horniness and I slide to my knees on the cool earth. With my legs wide apart I take hold of my dick and start to wank. Enjoying the night air I throw caution to the wind and undo my shirt allowing it to slip from my shoulders and onto the floor behind me. Now, to all intents and purposes, naked I start to masturbate freely. As my hand massages my swollen cock I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to finger my cum slicked hole, occasionally reaching up to suck the recently deposited sperm into my eager mouth. I feel like such a slut, knowing that it's a massive risk but not caring at all. I want to be found, naked and panting as I wank and finger fuck my soaking fuckhole. "You dirty cunt!" Although startled by the voice I am too far gone and cannot stop pumping my fingers up my arse while wanking hard. As the owner of the voice steps in front of me it's too much and my cum shoots from the tip of my cock, over my fingers and onto the ground. Looking up at the guy whose appearance just caused my balls to unload and I see a young guy. Cute face and decent build wearing jeans and a t-shirt and very clearly rubbing his growing bulge as he looks down on me. Still in a lust driven trance I raise my hand and lick up the cum that spilled across my hand never breaking eye-contact. I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe it's the location, maybe it's the earlier drinks, or maybe I'm letting out my inner slut in a way I never have. Usually once I cum I get self conscious and need to withdraw by myself. Now, I remain kneeling and sucking my fingers to relish the spermy flavour. My cock remains half hard as it becomes obvious that I need so much more than just a single release. The guy in front of me tugs at his jeans and pulls out his own hard cock and pulls the foreskin back showing off the flared tip. I lick my lips and lean in to take this delicious looking tool in my oh so hungry mouth but he pulls back and chuckles. "Uh-uh! Not so fast faggot. You have to earn this cock." I stared dumbly up at him, I must look completely fucking desperate. Kneeling before him stripped with my cock still dripping from my recent ejaculation. My mouth wordlessly opening and closing as I try to process this. "What do I do?" It's the only thing I can ask, and right now I'm prepared to do anything for this rigid dick pointing at my face. "Yeah, you really want this cock don't you faggot?" "P..please.." Fuck! I am desperate. "You'll do anything to get it right?" I just nod up at him "That's what I thought." As he says this I can see him tense. He grunts a little then his cock jumps and the hot spray hits me square in the face soaking me. He directs his cock hosing me down with his powerful stream of piss. Showering me from my head down my chest and back up. "Open wide faggot." I follow his instruction without thinking and my mouth is flooded with the hot cascade. "Drink it down you dirty cunt." I let my mouth fill and swallow closing my lips to do so. This causes the jet to splash all over my face. The taste isn't strong, kind of sweet and salty at the same time. Not like I imagined and I gulp what I can down before his tanks empty. Partly I want to show this guy how willing I am, but also because I have just discovered a new thing I like. He quickly shakes his cock and the last drops of piss splash across my cheek and he just laughs. "Fair play faggot. That was hot. Now. Turn around and push that pussy my way." I do as he tells me and, on my hands and knees, I push my arse out for his use. There is no build up, no ceremony to this coupling. He quickly kneels behind me, lines his cock up and shoves all the way in. "Fuuuuck yessss!" I moan into the night air. Balls deep and hitting all the right spots, he grinds inside then slides all the way out. I feel the cool air brush my hole for a second before he slams right back inside making my whole body lurch forward. I tense my arms and push back knowing he is intending to give me a workout. I am not wrong. He slam fucks me hard and fast. Long dicking my cunt for all he is worth. I push back hard, tensing myself to take the pounding of a lifetime. There is simply no way I can keep quiet and I am soon shouting out in pleasure as his cock forces my body to convulse. I am literally shaking all over as he relentlessly fucks me. I have completely forgotten how public we are and I am begging him for his cum while he takes total possession of me. I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been five minutes or thirty. My mind was gone. Just gone. My face is in the dirt as I try to push my arse up for him. With a gutteral shout he shoves deep. Once. Twice. Then holds himself all the way in me as his body shudders in climax. "Fucking hell." I couldn't agree more but I am in no state to respond. I sigh a little as he withdraws and my efforts to push myself up only result in me rolling onto my back under the trees. I watch him as he makes himself decent and starts to walk away. He pauses and looks back. "Nice one faggot." And he's gone. After a few panting minutes I attempt to recover myself. At least the air has mostly dried me now, although I still unmistakably smell of piss and spunk. As I rise to my knees and begin to pull on my shirt a voice comes out of the dark. "That was quite a fucking show. I wish I'd headed this way earlier." Fuck. I know that voice. It's Sean.

Are there any Dom type guys who are into a sub combining wanton bugchasing + deep desires to be an obedient service fag? Not just taking loads, but being tied up, shaven clean, locked in a cock cage, and bred full of bugs? Maybe that's a lot to ask, but hit me up if interested.

Forced a guy's head down on my dick. Really hot facefuck session. I got him to gag on my dick so many times but he just kept sucking. I shot plenty of cream down his throat.

i am massively hypersexual. To the point that I can spend a week at a sex resort, naked, having open casual promiscuous sex for hours at a time everyday. I am always horny and always looking for more sex, but even with the hours of masturbation and toy play I indulge in everyday and the adult film work and such that I do, it doesn't prevent me from other activities like the gym or riding my motorcycle or doing non-sexual social things. I keep my body ready for sex and will have it any place, but I don't go with expectation it's always got to happen.

God damn this is one amazing walk.

This story is based on true events that have happened to me... As I entered the hotel room Master Rob was already there waiting for me. He had already set up the sling that I would later be tied into. And on a table next to the sling was several toys and devices. Our agreement was that I would allow him to share me with a group of his friends and he'd provide all the party favors for the night. Master Rob told me to get undressed. I quickly compiled eager to start the play session. Once I was naked in front of him he pulls out a pipe and shows me the huge shards of the substance that would soon be in my body taking away my will and making me beg to be used. He looked at me with an evil grin and said, "you're about to become the perfect slut for me". He knew that while I was nervous, I wanted nothing more than to be transformed into a slut, used like an object for the pleasure of men. Master Rob then held the pipe to my lips and as he started to heat the bowl of Meth. He told me to breath in deeply then exhale slowly. The puffy white smoke filled my lungs, and with each exhale a fluffy cloud came out. I could feel the drug taking its affect on me and at the same time I felt my will leaving me. Master Rob seeing the drug working on me grinned in satisfaction. "Ok, now it's time to clean you out and prepare you for the guests" said Master Rob He the took me into the bathroom where he had installed a shower shot nozzle in the shower. He then put a small amount of lube on the nozzle and after adjusting the water flow inserted it deep into me. I could feel the pressure build inside of me. As it increased Master Rob massaged my stomach. The sensation of his touch combined with the drugs was causing my cock to leak pre cum and I was getting hornier by the minute. After a few minutes of cleaning out Master Rob took me back to the bedroom. I was getting very anxious knowing that it wouldn't be long before I was having loads of cum pumped into my cunt. Master Rob pulled out a pair of leather anklets and had me put them on. The feel of the leather was so sexy. Once I had them on each ankle he directed me into the sling. He adjusted my position so that my ass hung over the edge of the leather sling allowing easy access to any top that would want to use me. Master Rob then clipped a spreader bar to my ankles and using a pulley on the sling stand pulled my legs up with a small rope. He then patted my ass and smiled at me. My mind was racing as I laid in the sling. Then Master Rob walked around to my head. He could see I was still spinning a little. He put a collar on my neck that attached to the sling. It's purpose was to immobilize me thus making me helpless. There, now we're getting somewhere, said Master Rob. The guests will start arriving in about ten minutes, we need to get you spun up and ready to please them, said Master Rob. With that he again put the pipe to my lips and heated the bowl. Like before he told me to breathe in the white smoke then slowly exhale. After several big hits I was flying high. But Master Rob wanted me completely tweeked. He also knew that with each hit all I could do was get hornier and hornier. Master Rob seeing in my eyes that my control had totally been taken away moved back to my ass. I was moaning and could feel my ass hole twitching. I begged Master Rob to put something, anything into my ass. But he laughed at me and said patience slave your ass will get plenty of use in due time. Then I felt Master Rob sliding a hose deep into my ass. I loved the sensation of something going into me. Then he started pumping a lever and filling my ass with a thick lube. The Meth was really kicking in at this point all I could think about as I laid there being prepared for use was how much I wanted it, how much I wanted to be used, to be a cum receptacle. Then I felt Master Rob putting a leather cock ring around my cock and balls. I started to breathe fast as the sensation of my cock and balls in bondage came over me. I was leaking precum a lot and Master Rob liked it. Then as I laid there moaning, touching my hyper sensitive balls and cock Master Rob placed a bottle of strong poppers under my nose and told me to inhale and exhale slowly. After a few huffs of the poppers I was floating and relaxed. It was then that Master Rob started to slide a thick dildo into my ass. I started to shudder with pleasure and thanked Master Rob for putting something in me. It felt incredible. The dildo was huge. Master Rob knew I was an experienced bottom who could start big. The dildo Master was using was 14 inches long and as fat as a coke can. I soon felt it reach my second sphincter. Master held it there with a firm pressure. Then he made me huff the poppers again and within seconds of huffing on the poppers Master Rob pushed the 14 inch dildo home. I was in ecstasy. It felt so deep and stretched my pussy so wide. Then even though I thought I couldn't take anything else up my ass Master Rob popped an egg vibrator into me. He Used his fingers to position the egg right onto my prostate. Once there he turned it on, it sent shivers throughout my body. Between the dildo, the vibrator and the Meth and poppers I was totally under his control now. All I wanted was cock in me, toys in me fists anything that would open me up. My eyes were rolling back in my head from pleasure. Then the doorbell rang. I knew the night was just getting started.

Find a good sex therapist, they know what they are doing the rest of us are just guessing.

Damn Pervinmt, read this entire story last night and this morning as I was working up the testosterone for tonight's sex party...my cock ringed bone was rock hard all night...so this morning early, not being able to resist any longer, I ripped my boyfriends undies off and filled his hungry ass with my raging boy meat!!! Fucked him good, deep, hard and rough until he shot his 10-day load all over my stroking paw...right into my horny boy hole it went!!!!! Amazing story, as usual, keep it cumming!!! 🍆💦🍑 🤪🐷

Just fuck raw and enjoy it. You either take Prep daily now and avoid HIV or you get HIV and take a pill daily to avoid Aids. One way or another if you want to fuck raw you'll be taking a daily pill, unless you don't give a shit about your health.

I love that they can fuck brutally and still love each other. Great character couple.

Nice twist sending off Sam into the unknown. I think "Me" is beginning to have second thoughts about taking a poz cock up his own arse

Thank you for patience horny readers. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am loving the speculation keep it coming. Chapter 7 As I stood there frozen with Troy’s hand on my little dick only my shorts and underwear between us I realised how big his hands were. I couldn’t help but imagine them manhandling me while he had his way with me. My little dick began to stir at the thought. A jolt of pain shot through my balls and up into my gut as Troy's hand firmly closed around my little dick and balls with a vise-like grip. “Did I say you could get hard faggot?” Troy shouted. “P-p-please let go” I managed to get out through the pain. Troy's hand tightened around my pathetic little cock and pain increased greatly. “Answer me faggot. Did I say you could get hard?” Troy repeated angrily. “N-n-no Sir” I managed as tears began to well in my eyes. “Now what do you say fag?” Troy asked while twisting his hand to one side causing and even sharper jolt of pain. “S-ss-ss-sorry Sir” I began to sob. “Good slut” Troy said as he released his grip on my nuts as I doubled over on the floor in pain. “Come on Troy, play nice, you don’t want him looking all red in the face for Leon do you?” Charlie interrupted. *smack* Troy’s hand firmly slapped Charlie’s ass. “That’s for assuming what Leon wants” Troy retorted. “Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy” Charlie replied immediately. The way Charlie said Daddy to Troy was completely different to how he called me Daddy. It’s strange how just a small change in tone can make a word sound. *smack* Troy’s hand slapped Charlie’s ass again even harder. “And that one's for not having your butt plug in. Let’s hope you can handle me without the warm up.” Troy said with an evil grin. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir” Charlie replied, knowing his place. “Now you know I don’t like to hurt you baby girl but how else will you learn?” Troy said, almost sounding cutesy with Charlie. “Yes Daddy I know, I’m so grateful you have such patience with me” Charlie said, sounding full of love for Troy. From the outside their relationship seemed unhealthy but I couldn’t help but wish it was me, it seemed so comforting. I laid there on the floor cupping my balls which still ached. Troy threw Charlie down on the couch. Charlie instinctively removed his shorts. Troy removed his singlet revealing this chiseled body, honestly it was beautiful, I don’t think I’d seen such a fit body in the flesh. Around his belly button he had a biohazard tattoo, it looked pretty cool on him. He then dropped his shorts revealing a black jockstrap that could barely contain his cock which was now clearly hard. He hooked his thumbs under the band of his jockstrap releasing his thick veiny monster of a cock. It was the thickest cock out of him, Leon and Jack, easily. He was uncut with a huge pink bell shaped head. His cock was about as long as Leon’s maybe a little bigger, but certainly more terrifying a prospect due to the girth. Charlie had laid down on the couch hooking his arms under his knees presenting his ass to the world. I could see his hole was tightening and relaxing, almost like it was begging to be fucked. Troy leaned down with his jock in hand and shoved it into my mouth. “Gotta keep you gagged fag. Don’t want your whimpers ruining my fuck. You keep these in until I say so. Understood faggot?” Troy barked at me. “Yes Sir” I said muffled through the jock as I nodded, tears falling from my eyes. “Good faggot” he said with a smirk smacking me lightly on the cheek. His jock tasted strongly of sweat and precum. Honestly I couldn’t get enough of the taste and smell as I gently chewed it in my mouth. I tried to hide my growing boner so as not to risk any more punishment. “Now had you been good baby girl and worn your plug as instructed you’d already be lubed up. All we have is spit now” Troy barked, spitting into his hand and rubbing it up and down his thick throbbing cock, ignoring the bottle of lube that was sitting on the coffee table. “Yes Daddy, please be gentle, I’m really sorry, swear” Charlie said in a soft submissive voice but in a way that made it seem like he’d planned for this all along. Troy spat on Charlie’s pink little hole and and began to rub it in. “You see faggot, inferior subs like you and Charlie need to be taught your place in the world one way or another” he said turning his head towards me and flashing a menacing grin. “Yes Sir” I said, muffled through his intoxicating jock nodding my head. I didn’t even think twice in responding. I could just feel within me that I had to, that it felt right. Without warning Troy pressed the large bell shaped head of his superior cock into Charlie’s hole. What from the outside appeared to be an impossibly tight pussy seemed to easily open up and accept Troy’s thick coke can cock. Charlie yelped a little as Troy continued to push his cock deep inside his willing hole. Charlie was moaning as Troy worked his cock in and out of faggot hole pushing deeper with each thrust. “I need it Daddy. I need to feel your Superior Alpha Cock destroy my sissy hole” Charlie whined with his closed, biting his bottom lip after. “You see Daddy fag, inferior sissies like my baby girl Charlie here need to feel a real cock deep inside them. They are addicted, hard wired since birth to require cock on a daily basis to satisfy their base needs and make them whole” Troy said making eye contact with me like he was bestowing ancient wisdom on to me. “Yes Sir” I nodded again through the jock. My hole began to twitch hearing his words. Troy shifted his focus back to Charlie as he was now balls deep in his ass. “Now baby girl, let's hope you don’t forget your plug next time” Troy grunted. “Yes Sir” Charlie whimpered. *smack* Troy’s hand had come down quickly and slapped Charlie hard across the face. “I’ll tell you when I want to hear your faggy voice sissy” Troy laughed before spitting in Charlie’s face. Charlie opened his mouth and Troy snorted through the back of his nose and spat a big phlegmy wad right to the back of his throat. Charlie devoured the spit like it was his last meal. Troy started to pick up the pace as his cock went from tip to base and back again in long full strokes fucking Charlie’s desperate pussy. His grunts overwhelming Charlie’s high pitched yelps. Without even thinking I had slipped my hand down the back of my shorts and had begun lightly circling my hole. Without spit or lube I still felt an overwhelming desire to finger myself. Troy was now jackhammering Charlie’s ass in full strokes tip and base, it was the fastest I’d seen anyone fuck a fag, even in porn. Troy was incredibly rough and Charlie seemed to be loving it. I had managed to slip the tip of my finger into my hole, it hurt a little without lube but the pain felt so good almost like I needed the pain. Troy began to slow down slowly pulling his cock completely out of Charlie’s hole, it gaped wide as the cock head popped out. “Tighten!” Troy commanded. Charlie clenched his hole as Troy plunged his straight back in almost ripping open Charlie’s little hole. This continued with Troy making Charlie clench his gaping hole so he could continue to invade it. I couldn’t help but notice Charlie’s caged cock leaking while still appearing soft. My cock pathetic prick was now rock hard a full 3 inches and leaking like crazy as I now had a full finger in my ass. I couldn’t reach my prostate but it still felt amazing as I tried to work a second finger in. Troy pulled his cock out one more time revealing Charlie’s quivering well fucked hole. “Flip sissy” Troy ordered. Without hesitation Charlie flipped over onto his stomach, one leg dangling off the couch the other bent up beside his body. Troy wasted no time to plunge deep into Charlie’s fag hole. Both hands gripping his waist above his bubble butt. Charlie looked at me smiling as tears welled in his eyes. I don’t think they were tears of pain but tears of happiness. Charlie was in his natural place and loved it. As Troy picked up the pace of his relentless fucking he placed his foot on the side of Charlie’s face and pushed it into him hard. Charlie yelped out in pain and lust. I was now three fingers deep in my hole furiously fucking and spreading my hole open desperate to have it filled. Charlie reached out with his hand and I grabbed it with my free hand. The way he held it was not for support but in a way that felt like he wanted me to share in this moment. His eyes rolled back in his head as Troy forcefully fucked him. “Are you ready baby girl? Ready for Daddy’s toxic load to recharge you?” Troy grunted. “Please Daddy!” Charlie moaned his eyes rolling back in his head. *thump* Troy picked his foot up and kicked it into Charlie’s head. “What did I say about speaking fag?” Troy said gleefully. It was like Charlie knew what would happen and wanted it. And toxic? Troy was poz? Is everyone poz in this house I thought to myself. Troy was now grunting as he fucked Charlie with long fast strokes. “Here it comes sissy. Take Daddy’s toxic gift” Troy moaned as he bucked 8 or 9 times into Charlie’s hole filling him with his hot poz cum. He immediately stood up and came right up in front of me pulling the jock out of my mouth. It was great to breathe properly again but I missed his taste. “Clean this off faggot” he commanded waving his cock in my face. I just nodded, not wanting to be slapped like Charlie was. I dove onto his thick veiny cock hungrily, pull my fingers out of my ass as I did. It had been less than 24 hours since I last had cock in my mouth but I had missed it and I felt fulfilled trying to take as much of his monster cock into my mouth. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew fag. An untrained slut like you won’t be able to take much of my Superior Cock. Just lick it off and get it clean” Troy laughed. I did as I was told and cleaned the mix of salty sweet cum and Charlie’s ass juice of Troy's intimidating cock. As I did Charlie was cleaning his own cum off the couch with his mouth. Troy must have fucked the cum out of him. Troy pushed me off his cock and grabbed an energy drink from his bag. Charlie came over to me and grabbed the back of my head pulling me into an intimate kiss. As he opened my mouth with his tongue he pushed his cum into my mouth and licked the inside of my mouth to take some of Troy’s into his. I greedily reciprocated as the cum mixed in our mouths. “Hungry fags” Troy smirked as he downed the rest of his drink. He was still rock hard and his cock seemed to be throbbing. “I am so happy you could share that with me. Sister” Charlie said gently, breaking off our kiss. He threw the empty bottle on the ground and walked over to us pulling us apart. “That’s enough faggots, now its your turn Daddy fag” Troy said with an evil look in his eyes. He pushed my body onto the couch and dropped to his knees landing in the back of mine, I let out a yell of incredible pain. “Spit sissy” Troy barked at Charlie as he spread my ass cheeks. Charlie spat what was left of the cum in his mouth onto my hungry aching hole. No way could I take someone as big as Troy even with the cocks I had taken yesterday. I could feel the head of his cock slapping against my hole and then a small amount of pressure. At that moment the front door opened. I turned my head to see Leon and Jack walkthrough. Leon’s wide grinning face turned to anger. “What the fuck's going on Troy?” Leon yelled. Immediately Troy leapt up from his position behind me and stood in front of Leon and Jack. to be continued....

This may be an unpopular opinion, but I think the problem lies in the words 'when not sober'. Sex with people who can't manage themselves "on substances" is always tricky. Substances either mask over existing issues, or drag them out front and center and exacerbate them in ways that the substance user won't recognize when he's sober. So let's look at this: You're versatile. You want to top because you don't get to very much. He claims he wants you to top him, but then won't cooperate (and won't do it while sober so you can work out whatever's wrong). He also doesn't want you to top anyone else until he tops you, which he won't let you do. So you have to decide: he pretty clearly doesn't want you topping, period. He won't do what's necessary for him to be able to take you, and he won't let you top others until this non-existent, not-going-to-happen topping HIM occurs first. Can you live with that? If so, accept that you are versatile by nature but committed to bottoming in this relationship forever. (If he changes, great, but you can't ever, EVER assume he's going to change). If you can't live with that - then you have to decide whether to pretend to be satisfied in the relationship with all the other good things - whatever they are - and discreetly top elsewhere with other people, in order to maintain your sanity. But if you do, understand that you'll probably, at some point, get caught. Or else the sneaking around and so forth will take enough of a toll on the relationship that it's no longer worth it. Or you can leave him. Those, basically, are your choices. Figure out which way forward works best for you, but none of them are "I just know there's a way to make him change".

Married for over 30 years and been in the closet before that. I suck cock and take it up the ass. My wife, friends and family has no clue. I love the thrill of the double life. I’m actually somewhat of a ladies man. If only they knew how many men I’ve been with over the years.

Was out for dinner with buds in uptown and made eye contact with the hot fratty looking blonde white guy on the way back to my truck. He asked if I was looking and said I was. He asked if I knew a place where we could do it and I said I knew a few nearby if he didn’t mind doing outdoors. He said he was cool so we walked to this place near the exit ramp for Blackburn where cars and the nearby apartments can’t see you. We ducked into the spot and started kissing and stroking each other’s cocks. He had a really nice one and after stroking a bit he asked “you want it?” I said I did and turned to brace against the wall, pulling my shorts down so my ass was exposed. I could feel his spit hitting my ass and that thick cock forcing its way in me. He wanted me to tell how bad I wanted it and I told him just that as he pounded my ass, blasting a load in me after a couple minutes. He kept stroking inside me and asked I wanted to suck him off or get the next load in my ass. I told him in the ass and he picked up the pace telling me he wanted me to fuck him the same way and wanted my cum inside him. I was really worked up hearing this hot boy wanted my load as bad as I wanted his and before long he came inside me again. He’d barely finished before he pulled out and dropped his shorts taking his place against the wall saying how bad he wanted my dick. I wanted no time driving my cock in him balls deep and loved hearing him moan, telling me how much he loved my dick and how he wanted my cum. I was so worked up from getting fucked and by hi dirty talk that I came in no time, drawing a gasp from him as I came and him begging me not to pull out. I told him I never pull out to cum which got him laughing and joking he never does either. I teased him that he probably did that with a lot of guys and that he gets off on cumming inside guys. He admitted he did and that I must too and he was right back at begging me to cum inside him again. I was turned on knowing he’s slutty enough he’d duck down into a public spot like this to let a total stranger fuck him raw and cum inside him. I wanted to call him out for the slut he is but thought the better of it, working myself up to blowing another load in him. I slid out and pulled my shorts back up and was tempted to swap contact info with him but wasn’t sure if he’d be down. He pulled his shorts back on and asked if I was ready. I presumed he meant to walk back to our cars and he headed back out to McKinney and back to the garage. We said nothing until we got close to where the parking garage is, and I I said I was over to the right. He asked if he needed to join me to make sure I was safe and for a moment I wasn’t sure what else he might have in mind. I said I was cool and thanked him for the fun. He smiled a huge smile at me and agreed it was fun. I headed off to my truck not even knowing his name or anything about him. But I had a smile on my face knowing my loads were deep inside him as he went on with his evening. Maybe he’d go look for more loads. I know after that I was suddenly horny for more and off to the Katy Trail to see if anyone else is looking.

Part 4 - The Morning After The State Visit "Good morning your highness, your coffee" Eldred said placing the cup down. Alex turned over in bed slightly confused "Where is Jackson?" he mumbled. "Reassigned to the crown prince your highness" Eldred replied bowing his head. Alex stared at Eldred looking angry. "I will return shortly your highness" Eldred said. Alex sat up "No need I can dress myself thank you, walk away" he commanded. Slowly the words began sinking in and Alex sat up in bed seething and waiting for Eldred to leave, he jumped out of bed and paced around naked the bedroom several times then grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Without even thinking what he was going to say he strode angrily out of his apartments towards the staff areas and Major Lipscombe office. In the other wing Alden stood there in the mirror studying and watching Jackson carefully, every move was delivered with precision and minimal fuss. Expecting massive backlash from the change he had orchestrated from his brother, Jackson showed no outward sign of annoyance that had Alden questioning if there was any physical contact going on. If there was then Jackson was very tight lipped about it yet it had to be done before things escalated and the rest of the palace found out and it became the gossip story of the month. "Thank you Jackson" Alden said turning to face him, "I hope you will enjoy being my valet". "As you wish your highness" Jackson replied bowing his head. Alden moved away and turned to look at him "I had to do it, you understand don't you?". Jackson looked curiously at Alden "It is not I you need to explain things to your highness" he said going straight to the point. Alden shifted uncomfortably on the spot "I know, he is going to hate me even more when he realises". "The Prince is your brother, there will be not question that he will be upset but he loves you" Jackson replied. Alden nodded "Are you in love with him?" he asked completely out of the blue and Jackson stopped dead in his tracks. Shaking his head "No your highness we are not in love" he replied, "Affection yes but not love". "Good" Alden replied, "I won't need you until this evening, walk away" he said in a very kind tone. Jackson bowed again and took his leave from the crown prince, he felt a little embarrassment that Alden had picked up on them so quickly. Lipscombe had collared both of them before their duties started that morning and without explanation they were switched princes. Right now he could only think of how Alex would react and if he would stand for this. Jackson checked his watch and decided to head to the staff restaurant for some breakfast before heading to the gym in the palace basement. Lipscombe nodded avoiding any conversation with Jackson and went back to his office along the corridor and sat behind his desk going through the footman's rotas for the coming month. Suddenly he became aware of a commotion in the corridor and rose from his seat. The noise meant only one thing, a member of the royal family had entered the household staff area and but all accounts it was one unhappy person. Numerous staff addressed him standing still and bowing as Alex entered and stood there, catching many of the staff by surprise as it was very rare that royal family came into this part of the palace. Two footmen quickly put gloves on and bowed in unison 'Your highness how may we assist you?' they both asked. Alex stopped realising he had only been in here a few times as a child and had no idea where he was actually heading. "Lipscombe's office please?" Alex asked knowing the staff would talk about this for days. "The open door at the end of the corridor your royal highness" one of the footman replied. Alex nodded "Thank you" he said hearing the scuttling of chairs in the staff restaurant. The staff called out "Your highness" in chorus as Alex past by in a hurry. Lipscombe appeared at his door "Your highness" he said bowing, "May I help you?" he asked. Alex pushed his way into Lipscombe office "Return my valet" he said loudly. Lipscombe closed the door "I am sorry your highness but I promoted Jackson" he explained. "Well you can demotehim then!" Alex said getting quickly flustered with him. "Your highness, it was a request from above to promote him" Lipscombe tried to explain. Alex turned to look out of the window "Who?" he asked. Lipscombe thought quickly on his feet "Senior members of the royal household your highness" he replied. Alex turned to face him "Fine I will take it up with the King" he said moving to the door. "As you wish your highness" Lipscombe replied breathing a sigh of relief way to quickly that let his guard down. Alex picked up on it and opened the door "Remove Eldred as my valet I will do without". Lipscombe returned to his desk "Eldred is your appointed valet your highness" he said. Alex walked over to the desk "I do not want him in the my rooms. Just remember you are replaceable" he remarked. His words shocked Lipscombe "The Royal Council appoints the head of the household" he reminded the prince. Alex looked at him "I know, and the Governor is head of it" he replied. "You are well informed your highness" Lipscombe said with a slight mocking tone. Alex half smirked at the major "Be careful Lipscombe, do not underestimate me, we may have a mutual dislike for each other and I can fix that". Lipscombe was taken back by his backbone standing up to him. "Remove Eldred immediately, do not disobey me" Alex repeated. Lipscombe stood there watching the prince storming out ending their conversation, he would need to talk to Alden quickly before the prince put a spanner in the works. The scuttle of chairs sounded again as he rushed along the corridor and one of the footman reappeared and opened the door for Alex smiling and bowing his head 'Your highness' he said in respect to the prince as he walked past. Despite his anger Alex took a moment to look at him then thanked him for opening the door, usual protocol was to be oblivious to the footmen and pass through the door, occasionally a nod was made to signify acknowledgement. Artem the footman was stunned at the prince for not only speaking but also looking at him on his way out and he quickly glanced around to make sure the Major was no where to be seen, Lipscombe would hit the roof if minor members of the royal household engaged in any form of interaction with the family that much he knew from his short time being in the palace. Artem closed the door watching the prince make his way out in to the royal residences, his heart pounded in his chest at the fear of the unknown, he made direct eye contact with the prince who seemed pleasant enough he thought. Alex smirked walking away knowing the door was taking way too long to close meaning that the footman must still be watching him. Apart from his anger he felt a little flushed in embarrassment having stared at the young very sexy footman, desperate to turn his head and have a look he pushed forward fighting that urge to look back. Alex knew his father would not have shown the slightest interest in such a trivial matter or request Jackson to be moved. The only person who came to mind now was his brother, after all Eldred was his valet and the swap pointed directly back to Alden. Angry to even bother confronting him, Alex went back to his apartment and saw the two palace maintenance men finishing with their varnishing of the door to the rooms opposite his apartment. They both stopped and bowed at the young prince before he inquired if someone was moving in to the rooms, it didn't help matters when he found out it was for his crown protection officer who would be moving in the following day. Alex returned to his lounge at sat down, the whole place seemed empty without Jackson bustling around his duties. The one person he had found trust in and be very normal with was gone, he couldn't even send him a text message since their phones were monitored by the palace press team to ensure nothing damaging was sent. Alex changed in to something more presentable for breakfast and noticed that Eldred must have been back and tidied up. At breakfast Alex quizzed his father over the valet situation, his response was sympathetic but he told Alex to sort it out with Lipscombe. All the time he kept one eye on Alden who kept glancing at Alex then looking away quickly in a sheepish manner, it was enough to validate his suspicion that Alden was behind the whole thing. Just before Alex finished breakfast one of the footmen approached with a silver tray and a letter for Alex, he slowly opened it and read the note from the Governor Premier smiling as he did so. "What is it Alex?" his father asked casually out of interest. Alex looked at his father "The Governor Premier has invited me for lunch tomorrow". "That is good news Alex" his mother replied, "You and he did seem to get on well". "Yes we did rather" Alex replied, "He wants to discuss my role going forward" he said. "Good, good" his father said smiling, "And official engagements?" he asked. "I guess that is what he wants to talk about" Alex replied putting the note back on the tray. Alex quietly played with food on his plate, "What is it Alex?" his mother asked. "Not sure about all of this, do I even really fit in" Alex said rambling words together. "Alex you are no making any sense" She replied and her husband stopped her going on. "Come and talk to us after your lunch appointment Alex" his father suggested. "Thank you" Alex replied, "I will need a car tomorrow if that is okay". "Perfect timing Alex, you get your crown protection officer tomorrow" his mother reminded him. Alex nearly rolled his eyes in disdain but knew it was no good and agreed with this mother before telling the footman to issue an acceptance to the Governor Premier. Alex excused himself from breakfast and noticeably he paid more attention to the footmen trying to find the cute one he saw earlier, fruitless as it was he went for a walk in the private gardens. Alone and with his thought Alex was a pile of dynamite waiting to explode, that trapped feeling around his sexuality was playing on him again, then there was the thought of taking on a more active role then finally he shivered remembering the dirty advances of Andreas. Underneath he dam well knew if Andreas had played it differently he would have quite happily had sex with the Greek god. Andreas was incredibly attractive looking but he couldn't get past that slimy tone that whilst sickening also left you feeling degraded and completely inferior to him. He looked up the palace where his royal apartments were situated staring at them blocking everything out. The rest of the day he hid himself away by swimming then hiding out in the extensive grounds of the palace gardens with a book. After a quick change of clothes Alex returned to the garden before dinner and as usual he was over thinking his life and easier it would be without all of this. He was still unsure if he was cut out for a royal life and seeing how his brother had taken it in his stride made him wonder if it was worth all the attention. It was the loneliness and the constant pressure of being perfect in public that he didn't respond well to, opinions were never thought about before so he had no idea how much or if he was liked by the people of Monrovia. He was brought out of his mind boggling thoughts hearing his name called. Alden slowly walked over trying to assess Alex's mood then sat on the bench next to him. "I am so pleased and happy you are getting involved Alex" Alden said in an approving tone. Alex glanced at him "I don't need your approval or sarcasm" he replied sharply. Alden nodded and was quiet for a moment, "I deserved that. I had to do it" he finally said. "Do what?" Alex replied pretending he had no idea what his brother was going on about, suppressing his anger. Alden looked at his brother "Replace Jackson" he said quietly, "Before it got messy and you were the talk of the palace". "Why what do you care, you are next in line" Alex replied with a sharp sting from his tongue. Alden glanced at him "I know you are angry Alex" he said pausing, "I am sorry for doing it but needs must". Alex stared at the palace "He treated me like a normal person, joked with me, made me laugh and brought happiness" he replied. "I know, I could see the casualness between you both" Alden tried explaining himself, "Are you really that unhappy?" he asked concerningly. "You took my only piece of normality away to suit yourself" Alex said raising his voice, "Is life going to be about what you can take from me?" he asked. "Certainly not Alex, I love you bro" Alden replied raising his voice "I did for our family not myself, he should have respected you!". Alex fumed "Well he did even when we had sex!" he blurted out and welling up then regretting what he had just admitted. There was silence as Alden stared at his brother. "Forget it!" Alex said shaking. "Wait" Alden pleaded grabbing Alex's arm, "Gay or not you are my brother and the prince" he said, "You have to man up and face it". Alex sat down putting his head in his hands nodding "I can't fight it Alden" he said, "I am not a strong as you at dealing with all of this". "Alex it comes with practice trust me. Are you in love with him?" Alden asked almost too scared in case of a big lashing out from Alex. Alex shook his head "No, well maybe a little bit of me loves how he makes me feel and I enjoy his company". Alden put his arm around his brother "I love you Alex, unconditionally and no matter what" he said. Alex was amazed at his brothers reaction "You don't seemed shocked by all of this". "Well, I sort of knew from a friend at military school" Alden replied, "I even had a go, you know how it is at that place" he confessed. Alex looked pensieve "What if I want to give up the crown" he said in a hushed tone. "Alex it would break my heart if you did and our parents" Alden said looking at him, "Granny I think would never talk to you again if you did". Alex looked at him "What about my happiness, what if it lies beyond the palace wall?" he asked. "Alex I do not have the answers, who says you can't be happy here?" Alden asked. Alex shrugged "I am trapped Alden, I want a boyfriend, I want to be normal and be in love with someone" he said. Alden chuckled "Alex, you have never and will never be normal, even if you give this up you will still be known as the prince". Alden put his arm around his brothers shoulder "Start by telling out our parents Alex" he said, "They dote on you more than me being the youngest". Alden never let on that his parents had already asked him about Alex and if he had confided in him or was hiding any secrets. As a family secrets was abolished and their parents had always emphasised the point about being open and discussing things as a family, Alex knew it all made sense since their very close knit family could confide in things that went no further than the four walls of the room they were in. Alex nodded knowing his brother was right and it was the right thing to do. It was the first time the two brothers had sat down and had a very real in depth grown up conversation about how each other was feeling. Alex learnt that whilst Alden joked around about Alex being the spare many years ago, all he wanted was to be with Alex instead of being taken away to learn how his life was mapped out. As it turned out Alden was envious of the simple life Alex now had in comparison, there was so much expectation on Alden's shoulders that his young life was being stripped away from him and he had to grow up very quickly. "I know it is harder on you Alden, but you have the stomach for it" Alex said looking at him. Alden smirked "I want you to come on more engagements with me Alex, sometimes I feel sick to my feet" he admitted. "I can't do this without you Alex, promise you will be by my side" Alden said looking all serious. "Get rid of Elethera and I will do" Alex replied half jokingly but making sure his point got across. "Wow you really don't like her do you?" Alden asked hoping his brother would be straight with him. Alex shook his head "No and I am amazed you can't see that she is a crown grabber and Andreas is a dirty pervert" he replied. Alden glanced at him "Did he try it on with you?" he asked changing his tone to concern. "Doesn't matter Alden" Alex replied quickly looking away from his brother glare. "You don't need to answer your look said it all Alex" Alden said getting angry. Alex put his hand on his brothers leg "Nothing happened so drop it, anyway Jackson stepped in and protected me". "That whole family is weird" Alex said, that news was not new to Alden as he had already concluded that. Alden sighed "Okay" he replied shocking Alex that his brother didn't argue about her, "Only if you get involved in the family business". Alex sighed and nodded slowly. "Do the visit to Spain with out parents then maybe go off somewhere and take a break" Alden suggested. Alex partly smiled "I want Jackson back then" he said offering a compromise, he knew all along the answer would be no. "No" Alden replied smirking, "I will get rid of Elethera next year but you can't have him back, I need to protect your dignity". Alex was about to protest before Alden spoke again "Just be discreet with him" he now said. Alex looked confusingly at him. "You know what I mean" Alden said winking at him. Alex nodded "You know if you hadn't replaced him with Eldred I would never have known it was your doing". "Yeah stupid of me to do that, you see why I need you Alex" Alden said chuckling, "But you have Eldred now". "No, I don't want him, he is in Lipscombe's pocket" Alex replied, "I know he tells him everything that goes on up here". "We are running out of valets Alex" Alden said, "You make a fair point though. I have never really trusted him". "Then we get one of the footmen trained" Alex suggested, "After all Lipscombe listens to you and thinks I am stupid". Alden play punched him "Very funny" he replied, "Okay lets talk with Lipscombe in the morning, I will summon him" he said chuckling. "Thank you" Alex said genuinely, "I want to chose my valet though" he said making it clear. Alden smiled as he loved summoning Lipscombe as he got on edge when called, "Come on spare, lets go to dinner". Alex stood up and looked at his brother "You know you are a real royal knob head at times" he said then ran off. Alden cursed and chased Alex around the garden until a footman appeared advising the King and Queen were waiting for them. Alex stopped and finally Alden caught up with him and flung his arm around his brothers shoulder. Unsure when to broach the subject Alex took the opportunity whilst they waited for the Dowager Queen to join them. He talked about his choice to support the International HIV Foundation charity, in return it had opened the doors to questions by his parents and Alex eventually, after taking a deep breath tentatively opened up about being gay and revealing his true feelings. It stopped the conversation dead it in it's tracks for a few seconds but neither of his parents looked overly shocked and they were watching him avidly. The silence around the table for those few seconds almost freaked Alex out and he started regretting what he said. The King turned to his wife "You loose the Victoria tiara then?" he said. Alex sat there confused "Did you hear what I said?" he asked. "Yes" his mother replied, "Dam" she replied as the Dowager Queen arrived and they all stood. "You seem a little upset Helena" the Dowager Queen remarked taking her seat. "You win!" Helena said to the Dowager Queen, "Dam I really wanted that tiara!". "Hah!" the Dowager Queen said chuckling then looked at Alex, "So you came clean then?". Alex looked even more confused than before "Came clean?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't do that" his grand mother said, "Well, now we have to find a nice prince for you" she said. Alex looked at his mother "I bet grannie you weren't gay" his mother said, "And now I have lost". "Not only bet, she wanted the Victoria Tiara if she won" the Dowager Queen added smiling. "Just so we are clear" Alex said speaking up, "No fixing me up with royal idiots! I want to find my own person if I may" he said. "Oh no" his granny replied, "I want to see who else I can out with the European royalty" he said smiling gleefully. "Granny!" Alex said in shock, "You make it sound like a witch hunt, have you been overdoing the gin again?" he asked. It was a relief that it was no big deal, also it rather shocked him that his mother and grand mother had bet each other if he was gay. The whole coming out thing had been a real anti-climax, his father was more concerned about how Alex was feeling and sat down with him after dinner and was assured by him not to make any rash decisions and let things settle down for a while and then see how he felt. Alex entered the apartments and closed the door mentally exhausted, his mood was a lot better and he walked into the dressing room that was eerily quiet. Alex took his shirt and trousers off and placed them in the laundry box and was about to take a shower when he felt the familiar hands hold his waist. He jumped slightly from shock and turned around to find Jackson there. Jackson cupped Alex's face in his hands and kissed him passionately then lifted him off the ground carrying him to the bedroom. Alex's body completely relaxed shedding a tear of happiness in Jackson's arms, his emotions surfacing from all the days ups and downs. Now being held by the one trusted person outside his family he couldn't hold on any longer, Jackson held Alex tighter comforting him all the while whilst the excitement eased off and he was able to engage Alex in conversation. Alex looked at him "What are you doing here?" he asked kissing him in between his words. Jackson smiled "Your brother ordered me here to see to you" he replied. "You mean his highness sent you here" Alex said taunting Jackson, "Remember I am royalty". "Not when you moan from my cock pounding your arse you aren't" Jackson replied kissing him. Alex turned to face him "Alden actually sent you here?" he asked needing confirmation. Jackson nodded "Yes, it felt like he was giving consent to this" he replied. He heaved a huge sigh of relief "Yeah he thought if you continued as my valet... well you know". "Palace gossip I guess, but at least I am allowed to sneak up here" Jackson said picking Alex up. Alex laughed and their arms fought each other playfully after Jackson dropped him on the bed, Alex soon found his naked body under Jackson's, legs wrapped around Jackson's thighs, powerless to resist and in a predicament he so enjoyed with this man. Alex moaned softly at the familiar warm moistness of Jackson's cock nudging and slowly teasing open his hole. Alex looked at him and like there was an invisible language between them Jackson leant forward and kissed him softly at first then applying more pressure and enjoying Alex's response with his back arching ever so slightly. The feeling of his body felt so good to Jackson that he wriggled his hips until his cock slid upwards a little finding the goal and penetrating Alex steadily, gliding his cock in slowly and without stopping until he could go no further. The pelvic thrusts providing the sensual enjoyment they both felt. Staring each other in the eyes so deeply. Transfixed and hypnotised, each in their own little world of erotic pleasure. Jackson leaned down and kissed Alex again, it was clear that Jackson was not about to tease or play tonight. His pelvis moving more rapidly delivering powerful thrusts full of purpose. His climax came quickly and Alex made a noise between a painful whimper and pleasure as Jackson pushed down hard with such force. His groans and body tensing allowed him to focus all his energy down through the shaft of his pulsing cock that flooded the prince's arse. Even for him this was a big load and Alex could feel the warmth inside increasing, quickly he sought Jackson's mouth in urgent need to kiss him. The instant their tongues met a chain reaction surged through Alex and he pushed his hips up and began releasing his load between their bodies, Jackson giggled and watched his prince's look of shock at shooting his load without touching himself. After Alex had regained his composure Jackson scooped him up in his arms, his cock still inside Alex and carried him to the bathroom and the shower, only there did he extract his cock by lifting Alex higher. Carefully Jackson extracted the head of his cock followed by a gush of cum dripping down in to the shower tray. Alex giggled at how uncontrollable he was at stopping it from happening, finally Jackson released Alex and allowed him to stand on his own feet where they kissed softly before turning on the water to clean themselves up. Alex rested back against Jackson's manly figure of a body moaning softly at the hands roaming all over his chest washing him. He loved it when Jackson played the part of a real lover, being tender and kissing him softly on his neck and shoulder, in truth there was a part of Alex that had come to love this man.. It was by no means a physical love that needed explanation, it was born out of gratitude and respect for Jackson along with sexual power hold that Alex knew he had on him. He did nothing to fight that in fact it was what made them so hungry for each other. Jackson turned the water off and grabbed a towel then slowly he began drying Alex. "I needed this tonight, needed you in fact" Alex said enjoying their closeness. Jackson kissed his neck "Please don't fall in love with me Alex" he said softly to him. "I promise Jackson" Alex replied softly, "I like what we have and anyway you are to old" he said. Jackson slapped Alex on the arse laughing "Yeah but man I can make you scream" he said smiling. There was a momentary silence that they both happily fell in to, sometimes words were never needed and Jackson picked the prince up carrying him back to bed. Alex laid there with his fingers playing with Jackson's semi hard cock, Alex looked at Jackson who seemed very calm with a broad grin on his face. Alex rolled on to his stomach and leaned over to kiss Jackson. "I met your protection officer today" Jackson informed him, "Very nice" he added. "Oh right, nice as in?" Alex asked wholly unconvinced of the idea of having one. Jackson smirked "Sexy and hard as nails so don't fall in love with him" he said. "Do not worry a CPO is the last thing I want. Shadowing my every move" Alex replied. Jackson kissed him on the head "He will keep you safe" he said getting out of bed. Jackson pulled the sheets back for Alex who climbed under them and waited for Jackson to lay with him. Jackson set him alarm for one hour then kissed Alex and stayed until the prince fell asleep.

Where do you think the story is going after this chapter? Sorry for any typos. Writing it on my phone. If anyone wants to be my proofreader and get first looks at future chapters let me know xx Chapter 3 Leon held my hand as he lead me through the front door and through the living room to his bedroom. His housemates were sitting on the couch smoking joints. “Daddy fucker’s brought another Daddy home” one of them teased. “I don’t like to disappoint” Leon quipped back. “Hope he knows what he’s in for” the other retorted as Leon shut the bedroom door. His bedroom was small but very neat. Leon jumped into the bed and started to take off his shorts. “Strip for me Daddy faggot. Let’s finally see that little cock of yours” he commanded. I don’t have a bad body but the years of fatherhood, work and married life had left me a lot more average than this toned twink lying in front of me. I started to take off my shoes and pants. “Boxer briefs huh? Straight guys always have the most boring underwear” Leon laughed “now pull them down Daddy fag.” I locked my thumbs under the waistband and dropped them to the floor. My little cock sprung out, rock hard from our drive over. “Wow! It’s even smaller than I thought it would be. What’s that like 3 inches? 4 inches top? Your foreskin looks like it’s at least half the length” Leon said sounding shocked. “Yes Sir. 3.5 inches” I said meekly. I’d never really thought about how small I was. But in Leon’s presence I felt inadequate and inferior. “No wonder your wife didn’t want to go to bed with you on your anniversary” he said meanly grasping his semi hard cock in his hand. “Now this is a real cock. This is a cock faggots like you crave. Tell me Daddy what do you want me to do with it.” He was right compared to him my cock was nothing. His was thick, straight, long and perfect. I’d always fantasised about bottoming, but surely I couldn’t take his Alpha cock? “I want you to fuck me” I said almost shocking myself. “Wow you really are craving cock aren’t you faggot? Have you ever even taken a cock?” Leon pushed. “No Sir. A few fingers is all that’s been in” I said feeling exposed. “Well then fag seems like it will be a baptism of fire” he said with an evil grin. “Now finish stripping.” I eagerly took my shirt off. I paused a moment before removing my wedding ring and slipping it into the pocket of my pants. Leon patted the bed next to him and I climbed in eagerly. “Open wide Daddy” Leon ordered. I did as I was told and hocked another slimy spit into my mouth. “Now swallow. Good Daddy. Fuck you’re obedient. A born faggot”. I don’t know why I was letting this hot young twink order me around but I craved. “May I please have another Sir?” I asked immediately. Leon snorted from the back of his throat and spat a huge phlegmy spit into my throat. “Thank you Sir” I said instinctively. “Get on all fours ass up Daddy faggot” Leon said firmly. Fuck this is moving faster than I thought. But I’d waiting so long for this moment. I did as I was ordered as Leon moved behind my ass. I felt his hands spread my hairy cheeks as he inhaled deeply. “Mmm you smell ripe Daddy. Straight guys never wash their ass properly. I guess that goes for closeted fags too” Leon mused. I then felt something warm and wet touch my tight virgin hole. It then started to push in and out. Fuck it was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. I was in heaven. My little cock started to leak precum as this hot young twink was tongue fucking my ass. “Please, more, that feels so good” I stammered as my legs started to shake. Leon drove his tongue in deeper as I reached for my hard little cock. Leon stopped eating my ass he slapped my hand away. “Did I say you could touch your little prick faggot?” Leon sniped “your please comes from your ass Daddy and nothing else. “Yes Sir” I replied. My little dick was leaking like crazy as Leon drove his tongue even deeper. I’d never felt anything like this before. I could barely think about anything else except Leon’s tongue expertly pleasuring my aching hole. Leon ate my ass for what felt like hours but realistically it was just a few minutes. “Damn Daddy you have a tasty ass but we’re going to have to start loosening you up if you have any chance of taking my cock” he said as I heard a click and felt a cold slick liquid dribble down my ass to my hole. I could feel his finger start to massage my hole, circling it, teasing it. I couldn’t take it anymore “Please stick in Sir. Please I need it.” I pleaded. Leon pressed his finger against my hole and pushed in. It stung a bit as he entered but it still slipped right in. Leon worked my hole with his finger pushing it deeper and moving it side to side. “Good Daddy you’re taking it so well. To think earlier today you were just another closet fag ghosting poor guys on grindr only dreaming of a hot young guy like me fingering your pussy” Leon said with glee. “Brace yourself”. With that Leon pushed another finger in. Fuck it stung more but the pain soon turned to pleasure as he worked my hole. It took all my restraint not to jerk off. My little cock was aching as he explored my ass. Soon enough he had three fingers in me. I hurt but a good kind of pain. “Please Sir I need it. Please just do it already” I begged. “What do you need Daddy faggot?” He asked. “I wanna hear you say it”. “Your cock Sir. I need to know how it feels to get fucked. I’ve hidden for too long I need to feel another man inside me. Please Sir just fuck me” I pleaded with him. He sharply pulled his fingers out of my ass, it felt like he dragged his nails against the walls of my ass. It hurt a lot. “Look what a mess you’ve made of my fingers from your unprepared ass?” He said showing me his fingers. They looked like they had some shit on them. “Clean them off pig”. I reached for some tissues beside his bed. “No not with those. Your mouth faggot” he ordered. “I can’t. They’re covered in shit” I begged. “Do you want me cock or not? No skin off my back if we don’t fuck” he said with a shrug. Fuck I really need his cock. I stick my tongue out and take his fingers into my mouth. I gagged as I sucked my shit off his fingers. He laughed as I did. He leaned over my back and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Good Daddy I knew you’d do what it takes to please me” he whispered in my ear. I heard the click of the lube again as he rubbed a good amount against my hole. Sticking his fingers in again to get it nice and deep. Again he dragged his nails against the inside of my ass. He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in my face again. This time as I reluctantly cleaned them off I noticed a little blood. I looked around to see him lubing his thick veiny cock. He must have been 9 inches when fully hard. What the fuck was I doing. “Aren’t you going to wear a condom Sir?” I said worriedly. “I don’t have any fag. Is that a problem?” He asked. “We should. What if” - “What if what Daddy Faggot?” He said cutting me off. “Nothing” I replied with resignation. Was I really going to take him raw and unprotected? This is madness. I’ve never had gay sex but I know you gotta be safe. Sure I’d watched a lot of bareback porn and longed to feel a guy cum deep inside me. But that was just a fantasy. Fuck it. He looks like a young healthy guy. He’s probably on prep anyway and knows I’m clean. “Good Daddy. Raw feels so much better anyways. I’m going to breed you with my gift faggot” Leon said eagerly. This was really happening. My entire adult life I’ve dreamed of being fucked and bred and it was finally happening at the hands of this hot twink. I could feel the big head of his cock pressing against my hole. “Relax as best you can faggot. I’m not going to lie Daddy but this is going to hurt for the first little while at least. I’d say relax like you were taking a shit but because you haven’t cleaned up properly that would just make things worse” Leon said trying to reassure me. “Just do it Sir. I can take it” I said gripping the pillow in front of me. “OK Daddy brace yourself” he said as I felt him press his weight against my hole. He struggled at first pushing hard to get past my hole. Then suddenly I felt this searing pain and almost a pop as his cock head pushed through my hole and a few inches of his perfect cock followed. “Stop. Pleas take it out it hurts so bad” I pleaded as I felt the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. I tried to push myself off him but he pressed his arm into the back of my neck and pressed down with all his weight. “Stop struggling faggot. This is happening whether you like it or not. We’ve gone past the point of no return. If you relax it will feel better soon enough Daddy” Leon commanded as he pushed another inch of two into me. I relaxed a little as he slowly fucked my tight virgin pussy. Pussy? Where did that come from? He slowly pumped his thick cock in and out of my hole. Every couple of minutes he’d push a little deeper unleashing a new unbearable pain as he got further into my ass. “Good Daddy faggot you’re doing so well” he said trying to reassure me “this is what you’ve always wanted it’s what you’ve always needed. Soon enough I will have marked you and you will be free to be the Daddy slut you need to be”. What did he mean by mark me? The pain started to subside as he slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper into me. He must have been at least two thirds of the way in now. I began to relax into the rhythm of his slow purposeful fuck. As he pushed a further inch in I felt this pressure that sent my little cock into over drive. Leon noticed and started rubbing back and forth on that spot as my cock dropped like crazy almost spasming. “Looks like we’ve found your prostate Daddy. It’s a bit deeper than most fags so lucky your first time is with a real cock that can reach it” he said joyfully. “Fuck…. That’s…. Umm… Ugghhh…” I could barely verbalise what I was thinking but I was in ecstasy. As his cock head massaged my prostate the pain totally left my mind. He was expertly teasing my cock through my ass. “That’s enough fun for you now Daddy now it’s my turn” Leon said in a way that frightened me. The pleasure was still there but the pain returned as I felt Leon push even deeper into me. With one last push I felt an unbearable pain and a second pop as he sunk into me completely. I screamed out in pain begging him to pull out. “Shh, ahh, it’s okay Daddy faggot you’re doing so well. You’ve somehow taken me all the way in. All 9 inches of my superior Alpha Cock is now filling you up” he whispered into my ear. “You were clearly born to bottom. I’m so proud of you Daddy. Don’t worry we’re going to hold it in there for now while you adjust”. How was this possible how had I taken all 9 inches of this Coke can cock in my virgin hole. It was warm and comforting even though my ass hurt like hell. He held his cock deep in me for what must have been at least 10 minutes while he whispered in my ear reassuringly and kissing the back of my neck. “Good Daddy. I’m so proud of you. Not many virgins can accomplish this. Only the special fags destined to receive my special life altering load” he whispered. “Are you ready for the real fucking to start Daddy fag?” Real fucking? What had the last hour been? “Yes Sir please” I managed to blurt out. With that Leon slowly pulled his cock out so just the tip was resting in my hole. It was a relief as the pain subsided but it didn’t last long as he slowly pushed the full length back in until he was balls deep. As he continued to pump the full length of his cock in and out of me he got faster and faster with each thrust. The pain remained but each time he passed my prostate my cock twitched and leaked. Soon enough he had found a rhythm and was working my hole as his balls slapped against mine. “That’s it Daddy take my Alpha Cock while your little prick leaks and jumps with each stroke” he shouted. “Your as is mine Daddy fag forever I will be in you. You will carry me with you always”. What as he going on about? He was hot but definitely strange. He pulled his cock out completely. My sore tired hole spasmed and twitched. He just waited. I started to feel empty. It hurt like hell but I needed his cock back in me. “Please Sir put it back in” I begged. “That’s it. Daddy faggot needs his young Twink’s cock doesn’t he?” He shouted. “Yes please Sir. Just stick it back in” I pleaded. He plunged his cock in ball deep in one clean motion. He repeated this at least 20 more times. Pulling out completely and plunging straight back in. Each time his head brushing past my prostate and sending my little dick into a spin. On the final thrust past my prostate I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My little clock exploded all over his sheets. Rope after rope of cum covered his black sheets. “Good Daddy finally cumming how you were meant to. Hands free. All because of my perfect Alpha Cock” he said triumphantly like he’d made a conquest. “Now it’s my turn. Roll over. I want to see your face while I load you up”. He pulled out. I was weak in my legs by this point was was happy to switch up positions. My cum covered my back as I rolled over. He pressed against my hole and sunk in. It felt so different now that I’d cum. A lot less enjoyable. The pain returned as Leon built up speed. “You don’t know how lucky you are that I’m taking your virginity tonight Daddy faggot. My special load is going to change your life” he said excitedly. “Yes. Thank you Sir. But why do you keep saying stuff like that?” I asked in my daze. “Because Daddy faggot, my cum is special. Not all guys have cum like mine. Mine will allow you to be the slut you were born to be. You won’t have to worry about what load you’re taking. You’ll be able to be bred by any cock you like” he said building up speed and getting short of breath. I could barely understand what he was saying. My little cock started getting hard again as fucked my ass faster and faster. Each stroke the full length of his cock. “I’m so close Daddy fag. I’m going to breed your virgin ass and liberate you” he said panting “tell me you want it. Tell me you want my toxic load”. Toxic load? What does that even mean? “Yes Sir I want your cum” I managed to get out. “Say it. Say you want my toxic load” he ordered again. “I want it Sir. I want your toxic load” I screamed. “Good boy. You agree” he replied. With that Leon went into overdrive. If I thought the fucking was rough this past hour I had no idea. Leon picked up speed and the fucked my hole with such force it was like my ass was tearing open. I felt his cock get thicker in my ass as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Here it comes Daddy faggot. My toxic poz cum just for you” he yelled. Poz? What? I didn’t know what all the other things he said were but I knew what poz was. I’d seen it on grindr. Fuck I had to get off him. I tried to push him away but I couldn’t. At that moment I felt his cock swell and my guts were flooded with his hot toxic cum. I felt it fill me up. At that point my little cock dribbled put a second load. Leon collapsed on top of me his cock still in my ass. I tried to get away but he held and brought his lips close to my face. “Good Daddy faggot. You’ve taken the first step to living your true cumslut self. I’m so proud of what you’ve achieved tonight in such a short period” he said reassuringly as he kissed me deeply and passionately. I couldn’t help it. I kissed him back. “We need you to keep my gift inside you. So it can take” he said softly holding me tightly. I was frozen with fear. I couldn’t move. “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir” I said with a dry mouth. Fuck. What have I done? How did this happen?

Note: this story starts off a bit vanilla but will pick up. Enjoy! 1. Tommy kissed me on the cheeks and assured me I had nothing to worry about. “Babe, I love you. I’m just going to check out the room. The rent is too cheap to overlook. Nothing is going to happen,” he said. I would’ve offered Tommy live with me, but my housemate is the landlord. She doesn’t allow people to spend to stay over for more than one night. My lease doesn’t expire for another few months, so we couldn’t get a place together until then. Peter had a spare room at his place and was leasing it on a month-to-month basis. Plus it was $600 cheaper than most places, so it seemed like a good deal (to Tommy at least). While Tommy assured me nothing would happen, in my gut I knew that asshole Peter would try to steal Tommy from me. I don’t know what he says or does, but every single one of my past boyfriends have all left me for him. I mean he’s not even hot. He’s barely 5’10 with a growing beer belly. He always wears a stained white tank top that reeks of BO. Even worse, he walks around with a smug look on his face like he’s hot shit—a faint half smile with eyes that scream, “You’re nothing compared to me, faggot!” I’m objectively better looking in every way. I’m 6’1 and do CrossFit 5 times a week. My face is always clean-shaven and my hair always styled. I put effort into looking great, yet despite all this, all my exes seem to think Peter is effortlessly great-looking. Like my last boyfriend, Andrew. We met in Anatomy class during my second-to-last semester at UC Santa Barbara. It was a mandatory prerequisite for nursing school. I heard from previous students that it was a bitch, so I was happy when Andrew approached me to be lab partners. We had weekly Friday quizzes that required us to identify regions of a real cadaver, so going in with a study partner meant one extra pair of eyes to analyze the cadaver during the week. Andrew was really cute—5’9, Asian, toned, and wore these thick-rimmed round glasses that made him look like a nerd. Which was accurate because he was a nerd. So smart, always raised his hands to ask questions in class—deep questions, the type of questions that make the average student think, “What the fuck is this dude asking?” He was also really kind. I struggled more than him, but he always took time to explain things to me. Mid-way through the semester, I kissed Andrew during one of our study sessions, and we never looked back. My relationship with Andrew helped me get over my last relationship. Andrew was just as caring as a boyfriend as he was a study partner. We shared the goals we each had after college and opened up about things from our past that plagued us. Peter being one of them for me. Andrew was disgusted when I told him about Peter, and assured me that guys like him were anomalies. We finished the class; Andrew got an A, and I got an A-. We continued dating for the rest of the school year. I graduated that summer, and Andrew had one year left. It was end of June and we wanted to celebrate our first Pride together. We drove from Santa Barbara to LA for the weekend. You could feel the energy and excitement in the air. Our first night there, we went to the Abbey. It was poppin’. Music was loud, so many hot guys there, some shirtless, some in tight tank tops, but everyone was drunk. Andrew and I did two shots of Fireball, and we were feeling good. We pregamed at our Airbnb beforehand as well. Andrew was grinding on me and I was feeling him up…when I saw him. Peter was there making out with this hot, blonde Twink. He paused briefly when our eyes met and he began to smirk. He looked at Andrew and then back at me, and then mouthed, “Fuck you, faggot.” He went back to his Twink, but that exchange got to me. I was afraid he was going to try to pull something. I was in my head and couldn’t focus on the music. Andrew noticed and turned around to ask me if everything was OK. I said yeah but didn’t want to tell him about Peter. I just wanted to leave and get Andrew as far from Peter as possible. Andrew, however, was having a great time and thought I was sobering up. “I’m going to get us more shots,” he said. “Uh…yeah, ok,” I replied, “lemme come with you.” “Sure thing, I gotta go pee first,” he said. We walked to the bathroom and it was a mess. Reeked of piss, stale beer, and littered with toilet paper on the ground. We waited in line for the urinals when a stall opened up. Andrew went in and I took the urinal that opened up. I finished, looked for Andrew, but couldn’t see him. I went outside and waited at the entrance of there bathroom. About 10 minutes passed and I still hadn’t seen him, so I was starting to get worried. I went inside to check the stall he was in, but saw a different pair of shoes underneath. He was no where to be seen. I checked my phone, but it had no signal. I started panicking. I went around the club to look for him. After searching for him throughout the dance floor, I eventually found him at the bar. As I got closer, my heart sank. I saw Peter with his arms around Andrew whispering in his ears. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t bring myself any closer. There’s no way Andrew would fall to Peter’s tactics. But he wasn’t pushing him away. Eventually the bartender gave Andrew two shots..and he gave one to Peter! What the fuck is going on!? They took the shot and Peter went back to caressing Andrew’s ears with his words. I don’t know what he said, but Andrew finally cocked his head back and gave Peter a look I had never seen before. Eyes filled with animal lust. Andrew slowly nodded his head, and as if by magic, Peter turned and looked directly at me. He then took Andrew’s hand and I saw them going to a booth. Peter sat down, spread his legs, and leaned back with his arms behind his head. He didn’t take his eyes off of me once. Then I saw Andrew—my Andrew, the nerdy, kind, loving Andrew—undo Peter’s pants, and fished out his dick. In the club!! No one around them reacted. They were probably too drunk or high to even care or notice. Peter’s dick sprung out and it smacked Andrew in his face. Even from afar, I could tell it was a nice dick. So fucking thick and big. And his balls were bull’s balls. Andrew went right in and started sucking Peter off. He bobbed his head up and down with ferocity. After a few minutes, Peter slapped Andrew’s face and said something something. Then they both turned and looked in my direction. Peter’s face was cocky and Andrew just looked at me with disgust. Without taking his eyes off of me, Andrew started licking Peter’s shaft again—from the balls all the way to the head. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to leave. This was too much. I called an Uber back to my Airbnb and just cried. I took more shots of the cheap tequila Andrew and I had to drown out everything I was feeling. I eventually passed out and when I awoke in the morning, Andrew still wasn’t back. I checked my phone to see that Andrew had texted me around 4AM. It contained three words. Three words I had been waiting for. That I knew would be coming when I first kissed Andrew. Three words that would follow me forever as long as Peter was in the picture. Three short words: we are through.

Part 2 - Where It Began His words came out of nowhere and Alex was too young to understand what his brother was talking about. It was the second day in a row that Alden had been taken off to private lessons leaving Alex with Greta the governess to continue his education. On his return today though he pushed Alex out of the way and called him 'The Spare' then laughed running off to his room. The following day in lesson Alex asked Greta what those words meant, she tried to explain in as gentle way as possible. From that day on he knew his brother was destined to be king and he would just be a prince for the rest of his life. Alex would often pass by the private room where Alden was being coached to accept his role in life. Alex knew his brother and he didn't fail to impress when he lost his temper with the royal courtiers teaching him in constitutional matters. It was only after a couple of months had passed that Alex fully realised how lucky he was to be spared all of this and how easy he had things in comparison. Only on casual royal visits did the princes accompany the King and Queen, for the most part they remained away from public eye in the Balenciaga Palace on the outskirts of the capital city of Victoria in the beautiful and affluent country of Monrovia. The brothers were very similar in looks and mannerisms when observed from a distance, once you go to know them the difference in their characteristics was plain to see. Alden more outgoing and the leader when they played jokes on the household staff, he was also very dependent on other people and at the same time he was a sharp observant individual. Alex was more independent and hated the household staff fussing over him all the time, definitely the brighter of the two brothers, kind hearted and not afraid to help others. The one thing Alex had in abundance was a warmth and natural ability to connect with anyone. Never once did he put a foot wrong with the governess and was eager to learn. It was no surprise to his parents that he came top of the class every year he was in military school. When the royal standard flew over the palace the gathered crowd of tourists knew that the monarch was in residence, many of them standing at the main gates with cameras held aloft just in case they spotted the royal family in the grounds. During the summer months it flew over Greenacres Palace the country residence of the royal family, set in the peaceful countryside of the Greenacres estate. The palace was smaller than the Balenciaga, apart from the summer residency the family would spend several long weekends here entertaining other royal families from across Europe. Alex still didn't get how they were all related through the generations stemming back from the British Victorian era. Being the peaceful nation that Monrovia was its many inhabitants were happy, prosperous and had a very dignified respect to their royal family. The love they had for the Dowager Queen Beatrice, mother of the reigning King, was celebrated each year by parties held in the grounds of the Balenciaga palace over the weekend nearest to her birthday. The highlight was seeing the Dowager Queen with her grandsons Alden and Alex. The people of Monrovia enjoyed a quality of life was in many ways superior to their neighbouring countries, everything from healthcare to education and liberation was celebrated. The current Governor Premier was openly gay, married and won the last election by a landslide victory. To the outside world the country was one of the most desirable places to live, their strict border controls were in place to protect the people of Monrovia and anyone entering the country to live was expected to show they had gainful employment or the means to live without requesting state funding. Throughout his childhood Alex knew they were a different family, popular and everyone bobbing when they entered a room or passed down a line. To the young prince it was all very funny and had no real understanding until he reached his teen years. At the age of sixteen Alex was sent to military school training following in his brothers footsteps, Monrovia did its part as members of NATO taking part of training exercises although it was one thing the prince never got to be part of during his 4 years there. During the later part of his time at military school the prince became increasingly self aware of his difference, that and the interest in male bodies that were nearly always naked around him in the dorm rooms or showers. There was a discreet amount of playfulness going on yet Alex was always too scared to touch anyone since he could not guarantee discretion on the other persons behalf. It was during his last year that the Duke of Eisenberg's son Erik collared the prince and they kissed and masturbated each other in the shower. It may have been just an innocent boyish fondle in exploration but it was enough to ignite a spark in Alex, a spark that the young prince knew was never going to be extinguished. Alex would never know that Eric had told the story of their sordid showering to Alden until a few years later during their biggest blow up. When Alex was due to leave military school the young prince was briefed that he would be appointed a valet and security detail in due course. At 20 years old Prince Alexander of Monrovia was a pretty decent sexy looking lad, standing five feet ten inches tall with brown hair and eyes, his body was quite athletic and generously proportioned. A nice muscle tone that he had worked up during military school allowed him to carry himself to great effect. The prince was definitely seen as bed worthy sex god and his impeccable manners had the girls he met cooing over him for his affection. Whilst Alden at 23 stood an inch taller and a more heavily set frame from his exercising and now in full military training, he was even more stunning than Alex and usually kept his hair neatly trimmed. Alex on the other hand let his hair grow out, it wasn't long by any means but it was just the right length to grab a handful to hold him still when he was getting fucked from behind. It was this that Jackson found more than stimulating when he was in bed with the prince. When you took everything away and just had Alex standing in front of you he was definitely a catch, a wicked personality that hardly ever shone unless he was in the company of someone he could trust. His parents were discreetly aware that Alex showed no interests in girls and when Alden would go on and on about girls Alex would simply roll his eyes and the check out of the conversation. A month before his first full official state visit Alex arrived back at the palace, he had attended several low key visits in the last few years albeit it was only a brief appearance and quite frankly he could do without the one coming up, this one was a full blown state visit and all the regalia that entailed. It was hard going for him, so much standing and talking, pretending to be interested when all he wanted to do was hide away in his private quarters in the south wing of the palace, having only moved in to them two months ago he hadn't had much chance to spend time there. He was getting older and no longer needed a governess, just like his brother for his 20th birthday he was appointed his own suite of rooms or royal apartment as it was called in the palaces private quarters. His brother was in the west wing occupying the rooms next to the Dowager Queen, their parents had the entire east wing which was also where Alex and Alden had grown up. The north wing or central part of the palace contained all the state and ceremonial rooms along with visiting dignitaries accommodation. The private quarters were still magnificent in space and luxury, importantly they afforded privacy away from public glare. The royal families quarters were all on the first floor with a formal dining, lounge and reception rooms on the ground floor opening up in to the gardens in the east wing. The majority of the ground floor was were the offices and household staff quarters were located. Alex walked part way with his mother to his quarters having a quick catch up and reminding him to be in the downstairs reception room at 3pm for his meeting with the head of the household and his new valet. The Queen laughed watching her son rolling his eyes and glancing at her, he knew better than to question the decisions being made knowing it was happening no matter what he said. Alex kissed his mother on each cheek then bowed his head as she left him, there were still some protocols he learned that had to be respected, after all his parents were the King and Queen. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt Alex arrived at the doors to the reception room at 3pm on the dot, the footman opened the door and announced his arrival 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander', Alex walked in seeing Major Lipscombe standing there next to a sexy looking man dressed in a grey morning suite with white shirt and grey tie. The more Alex looked at the man the more he was warming to the idea of having a valet, he certainly looked well built under the suit and stood just marginally taller than himself. "Your royal highness" Lipscombe said bowing his head, "Welcome back home". Alex nodded then the man spoke "Your royal highness" he said then slowly bowed his head. "Your highness may I introduce Jackson who is appointed as your valet" Lipscombe said. Jackson bowed his head. "Jackson trained as Lord Denholm's valet" Lipscombe informed him. Alex looked at Jackson "How long have you been here in the palace?" he asked. "Almost six months your highness, I have been trained by the Kings valet" Jackson replied with respect. "Your protection officer finishes his palace training in 4 weeks and will be assigned to you then your highness" Lipscombe now told him. Alex let out a small sigh "Is it really necessary?" he asked looking at Lipscombe. "Yes your highness, royal protocol dictates..." Lipscombe started saying. Alex stopped him "Blah blah, yes I know, protocol this, protocol that" he said exasperated. Alex noticed Jackson trying to stop himself smiling, "Something amusing Jackson?" he asked. "No your highness" Jackson replied fighting his urge to smile. Alex smiled at Jackson "Be in my quarters at 6pm then" he said then turned and left the room. Jackson looked at Lipscombe "Is he always like that?" he asked. Lipscombe scowled at Jackson "He, Prince Alexander is a very nice young man, misguided a little but none the less he is a prince". "Of course sir, I didn't mean anything by that" Jackson said apologising. "The Prince needs a lot of training Jackson, he needs to tow the line and stop fighting at every turn" Lipscombe said. Jackson looked at him "I guess by your tone you don't like him" he said confronting Lipscombe. Lipscombe glared at Jackson "Just do your job" he said in an unfriendly tone. "You may go Jackson" Lipscombe said dismissing him, "6pm in the prince's quarters". Jackson didn't have to show any protocol to Lipscombe so he could walk out of the room facing away from him. Personally he thought Major Lipscombe was a nasty piece of work and couldn't work out whose pocket he was in to secure his position as head of the household. Jackson had designs on progressing up the chain and wanted the majors position. At 30 Jackson came from a civil background and fought off hundreds of applications when the palace advertised for a valet position. Residing with Lord Denholm who had employed Jackson from the age of 18 and trained him well, quickly he learnt the ropes of how a noble household was run. With strawberry blond hair and brown eyes he was quite a looker, his body was relatively smooth and well tuned from years of working out in the private gym at the Denholm's mansion. Jackson was gay and this part of his life he never broadcasted around the palace, his sexuality was no secret and for the most part he kept a low profile refusing advances from a couple of the other gay household staff. His involvement with the butler at the Denholm's had been a disaster of a relationship over several years and was partly what drove him to leave. Completely put off of from getting serious with guys he chose random anonymous men for pleasure. Inside work Jackson was devoted to his career and abided by all protocols that members of the royal household must adhere to including a non-disclosure agreement or gagging order as most of the staff preferred to call it. Jackson was one of the elite group that spent time close to their member of the royal family, even Major Lipscombe was not privy to this world as it was behind closed doors. Dead on 6pm Jackson walked in to the small pantry area from the staff passage way and knocked on the door to the lounge of Prince Alexander's quarters, slowly opening the door he walked in. "Your here then!" Alex said coming in to the lounge and checking Jackson out properly for the first time "Good evening your highness" Jackson said bowing his head. Alex smirked trying to keep himself together "Well come on then let's get this over with". Jackson followed Alex in the dressing room "Has your highness decided what to wear?" he asked. Alex turned and looked Jackson up and down "No his highness has not. Undress me" he ordered trying to keep a straight face. Jackson bowed then stepped forward and reached up to unfasten the buttons of the prince's polo shirt. It was the first time Alex caught the male scent of Jackson standing so intimately close, he closed his eyes inhaling quietly but deeply and getting lost in a world of erotic fantasy. "Your highness, may I?" Jackson spoke and Alex opened his eyes forgetting where he was. "What?" Alex replied, "Oh yes of course" he replied lifting his arms up. Alex couldn't help letting out a moan as Jackson wrestled with his shorts "Careful!" he said. Alex could tell Jackson was trying to stop giggling, "Mind the crown jewels" Alex said. "Excuse me one moment your highness" Jackson said backing off and trying to cough the laugh out. "When you have finished you can run me a bath" Alex said putting on a bath robe. Jackson nodded "Of course your highness" he watched Alex dropping his underwear. "Catch" Alex said flicking his under wear up on his foot in the air. Jackson reached out catching them effortlessly, "Well done!" Alex said smirking at him. Jackson could see a very mischievous person under the prince's outer exterior, he smiled and bowed putting the underwear in the dirty laundry basket and went off to run the bath for his prince. Alex went through his clothes looking for something to wear for dinner, fortunately it was just family so it required nothing fancy, he was finding it hard to concentrate knowing he was curious and incredibly turned on by his valet, he understood roughly what valets did but he was about to push this further entering the bathroom. Jackson had taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to stop himself getting wet, Alex stood there naked and waiting casually leaning back against the marbled wall. Jackson turned opening his eyes widely "Your highness" he said gesturing to the bath. Alex walked past and climbed in to the bath "Would you like to wash me?" he asked. Jackson hesitated a moment. "In fact I order you to wash me!" Alex said sitting in the bath. "Yes your highness" Jackson replied, "Will your highness require all of you washed?". Alex smirked "When I trust you then you may wash the crown jewels" he replied giggling. Jackson smiled shaking his head, it didn't take long for Jackson to notice that the prince was sporting an underwater boner and this in turn was causing his cock to stir and had him thinking of all the things he would love to do to the prince. There was never any indication that the prince was bi or gay, it was confusing to Jackson figuring out the signals if there was flirting or just the prince being himself. Nowadays there was no need for secret signals or discreet meets in bushes late at night, being gay was an acceptable part of life across many countries and especially here in Monrovia. The only problem with this was you could never really tell them apart as straight men had become more metrosexual in their attitude and mannerisms. The prince laid back resting his head against the end of the bath staring at Jackson. "You are my first you know" Alex said keeping his eyes focused on Jackson. Jackson glanced at him "I hope you will guide me to things you like your highness" he replied. Alex closed his eyes "Why?" he asked, "Aren't you suppose to anticipate my needs before I know I need them?". "Of course your highness" Jackson replied, "As I get to know you it will fall in to place". Alex smiled and opened one eye "Jackson, drop the highness thing it is so tedious". Jackson stopped washing Alex's leg "I do not think that is wise your highness" he said. "Protocol when other people are around" Alex said looking at him, "When it is us be normal with me". Jackson smiled and nodded "And what do you propose I call you, when it is us?" he asked. "Alex" Alex replied then smiled, "If you dare of course" he added opening one eye again. Jackson saw that twinkle in his eyes "Oh I dare" he said flicking water at Alex. Alex chuckled "I could have you thrown in jail for doing that" he said smirking broadly. "Is that so, then who would catch the royal underwear when you flick them off?" Jackson asked. Alex grinned with his eyes closed "Fuck you!" he said in a soft tone. Jackson tutted and pinched the prince's toe "That is no way for a prince to behave" he said amused. Alex opened his eyes and caught Jackson's "I am serious Jackson, be normal with me". He stared at the prince "I will try but it is who you are" Jackson reminded him. "I know, I just want normal conversation, someone I can feel relaxed around in private" Alex said. Jackson stood and held open a towel "Come on shrimp get out of the bath!" he ordered. Alex poked his tongue out and stood up "How brave of you" he said, "Now dry me". Jackson laughed and threw the towel at him "Do it yourself". Alex threw him a look making Jackson laugh, he was nervous about this whole idea of treating the prince normally and rightly so. It wasn't like the prince had been hidden away from public view, the royal family were very careful to shield the boys as they grew up so not a whole lot was known about Prince Alexander. In the space of an hour Jackson had discovered a very bright, genuinely funny and nice guy hidden inside. Combined with his looks they all equalled dangerous traits that Jackson liked in a man. With the prince dressed and leaving, Jackson tidied up in the dressing room and bathroom then went down the servants passage way to get his dinner. "Jackson" Lipscombe called from his office as he passed by. Jackson stuck his head in the door "Yes" he replied. "Come in" Lipscombe said, "Sit, so tell me how it went?" he asked. Jackson chuckled sitting down "Well I think his highness needs whipping in to shape" he said. Lipscombe smiled "Prince Alexander can be a little tyrant he likes to do things his way". "Yes I got that impression" Jackson replied, "And my god he talks!, wouldn't shut up". Lipscombe raised an eyebrow "Really?" he said smiling, "Well that's a start I guess". Jackson nodded "Major, he did ask that I talk to him normally in private" he explained. Lipscombe sat pensive for a moment "Retain correct protocol when in public and do not overstep the mark" he said. "Of course" Jackson replied in a matter of fact manner. "Good" Lipscombe said, "And I expect you to be my eyes and ears with the prince in return". Jackson raised an eyebrow "Certainly not" he replied causing Lipscombe to glare at him. "Jackson do not cross me" Lipscombe said sounding serious, "You will keep me informed of what goes on". Jackson stood "I will tell you what I think you need to know and nothing more" he replied. Jackson left the office with absolutely no intention of telling Lipscombe anything that went on between the prince and himself, only what he thought would be useful for him to know. He knew enough about the trust that had to exist between valet and master and his liking of the prince so far would go very far in keeping his lips tightly shut. A few days passed by where nothing untoward happened, Alex was enjoying the time he spent with Jackson and they would gossip about the other staff and Prince Alden and his girlfriend Princess Elethera whom Alex didn't care much for. Jackson confirmed that many of the staff agreed with Alex's conclusion that Elethera was after a crown, and the crown of Monrovia was very desirable. By the fourth evening Alex was returning to his quarters a little tipsy from drinking wine at the dinner where his parents were hosting Princess Elethera and her family for a few days. Besides Elethra and her parents the Sovereign Prince Andreas was also staying at the palace. At 30 years old and next in line to the Hellenic throne, he made Alden look like a mouse compared to his attitude, demands and complete arrogance. Alex disliked him from the word go, despite his very Greek looks which were stunning to say the least. His dislike went so far it upset his father the King when he outright refused to chaperone him then eventually they negotiated an agreement to keep him entertained during the day and at dinner. "You don't look very happy Alex" Jackson said walking in to the dressing room. Alex turned to him "That prince is a dick, I really don't like him" he replied. Jackson shook his head. "Dinner was awful and he looks down at me" Alex complained bitterly. Jackson undid the buttons on Alex's shirt "Stop complaining he will be gone soon" Jackson said. Alex could feel Jackson's breath on his cheek "Do not tell me what to do" he replied smirking. "Why?" Jackson asked looking at him inches from his face, "I thought you wanted to be treated like a commoner". His words were left hanging in the air before Alex replied "I do" he replied softly. Alex felt his shirt falling away from his body and stood staring in to the mirror, a strange but unhappy look was etched across his face. Jackson stopped and watched the sad expression on his prince. Jackson slipped momentarily and stepped forward putting a hand on Alex shoulder rubbing it very gently. The prince stared in mirror at Jackson's reflection like he was about to break down, it was like Jackson knew and he gently put his arms around the prince comforting him. In turn Alex leaned back accepting the welcome embrace, he then turned around to face Jackson. Unsure what was driving this Alex leaned forward and his lips touched lightly against Jackson's before he realised what he was doing and pulled back apologising profusely. Jackson stood there smiling with his head cocked to one side, his prince didn't need to say anything and Jackson dropped his professional manner feeling this was the right thing to do. Slowly he put his arms around Alex and gently hugged him again. Alex raised his arms and encircled them around the valet, his hold was much tighter and he rested his head on the shoulder of Jackson. His suspicions confirmed by Alex reacting this way yet he could also tell the prince was scared to invoke anything further. Alex took the scent of Jackson in and he felt an incredible sense of comfort, he knew this was wrong and breaking almost every rule in the royal protocol book by overstepping the mark but he couldn't deny his attraction to Jackson was increasing second by second. Almost in unison they moved their heads until their lips touched again momentarily. Jackson let out a desperate sigh "This is wrong I am sorry" he said trying to move away. Alex held on to him "Please, I need this" he said almost tearing up. Jackson hugged him tightly again "I would do anything for you Alex please know that" he said. They stood alone in the dressing room, his valet holding him and giving the young prince some much needed companionship. Jackson's head was in turmoil yet he couldn't and didn't want to let go of the prince. Alex was unfolding before Jackson's eyes, the young prince had shown his sexuality for the first time inside the palace. His hold was tight in a comforting way and he whispered to Alex 'You can trust me Alex, nothing goes outside of these rooms'. Alex lifted his head and looked at Jackson nodding, he wanted nothing more than to be taken to bed by him and was mustering up the courage to go through with it, slightly disappointed he was lead in to the bedroom where Jackson put him to bed and wished the prince a good night. The silence and stillness of his surroundings only compounded to the loneliness he was feeling.

Dad’s Pool Party Chapter Seven On my knees in front of the man who just barebacked my hole, double fucked it with my Dad and injected me with his strain waiting for him to use me as he wished. I parted my lips and licked the head of his soft cock, tasting the cum from my hole. Using my tongue I lifted it and guided it into my mouth. I licked around the head, until he started to piss into my mouth, filling it up with his warm piss. I felt someone kneel behind me and lifted my ass, positioning it up so he could slide his cock inside. I focused my attention to the pissing cock. The unknown man slide his cock into my hole. I moaned around the cock head in my mouth. “Looks like your boy Jack is drinking from the tap” “Fuck yeah, we have a urinal and a fuck toy” Dad replied. “Like fucking father, like fucking son” a voice in the orgy said. The man up my fuck hole was slowly pumping in and out. My hole was cummy and slick. I was still drinking the flowing piss from the cock in my mouth. “Anyone else need to piss, the urinal is open” I heard shouting in the room. Once he had emptied his piss into my gut, he pulled his cock out and walked away. I felt the man behind me grab my hips and start pounding my hole. “Fuck boy this is one sloppy hole. Just the way I like it” I squeezed my pucker around his hole as a thick hard cock rubbed against my lips. I parted them and slid them down the shaft. I gagged on it about half way down. I felt for my brown bottle. Holding the cock in my mouth, I unscrewed the cap and put the bottle under my nose, huffing deep and holding it. I did each nostril three times and I was flying. I slid back down on the cock in my mouth pushing it deeper and deeper, coating it with my thick throat slime as I did. Soon I was pushing my face into his crotch, chin on his balls. The cock up my hole was thrusting in and out at a steady pace. The man I was blowing grabbed the sides of my head and held tight. “Relax that throat boy” he said, “I am going to use your throat like we are using your hole” He pulled his cock out until his head was at my lips and thrusted in. He pushed in deep as if he was trying to meet the cock thrusting up my ass. I felt my throat expanding around his cock each time he thrusted in. My eyes were watering as he face fucked me. “Damn Jack, your boy is a natural fucking cock pig” the man said, “his hole opens for cock and so does his fucking throat” “Don’t choke him out with your cock Jeff” Dad said, “let the boy breathe” I now knew the name of the man who was assaulting my throat with his cock. He pulled out and kneeled in front of me. He started to kiss me deeply, pushing his tongue into my mouth. “You’re a good boy” he said after pulling away from the kiss, “you like it when I fuck your throat don’t you” “Yes Sir” I replied. He stood up and slid his cock back into my mouth as the man continued to fuck me. I relaxed and let the two men use my holes for their pleasure. “Fuck boy, you are going to make me cum down your throat but I want to breed that sloppy hole.” Jeff said. The man fucking me started to fuck me harder and faster. Pumping his cock in and out of my pucker. “Going to seed him soon Jeff” he said, “then you can have this sloppy boy hole” Jeff pulled his cock out and turned around bending over. “Eat my ass JJ” Jeff said, “taste the cum from my ass” I put my face in his crack and started to lick and suck on his hairy pucker. Fuck I was doing things I never imagined I would do. He pushed back against my face. I stuck my tongue up his hole and tasted the loads of cum inside. I moaned. The man behind me dug into my hips with his nails and fucked me harder. His sac was swinging with each thrust and slowly getting tighter and tighter. His cock was thickening and I knew he was getting close to emptying his poz load up my ass. I pushed back to meet his cock as his nails dug into my skin. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted as his cum shot out into my hole. He pushed in balls deep and held it there until his cock stopped pulsing and shooting cum. The man behind me was quickly going soft in my ass and was slipping out. I squeezed my pucker to keep as much of his poz cum deep inside me. Jeff helped me up and took me over to the fuck bench. I looked at him funny. It looked like a padded saw horse. “I’ll show you, I know you are new to all this,” he said, climbing on the fuck bench. “Let’s get you up there or one of these horny men will be up my fuck hole” He climbed off and I climbed on. Jeff positioned himself behind me and slid into my well fucked hole. His cock felt so good. His hands gripped my hips and started pumping. From where I was, I could see my Dad squatting over a big thick cock, bouncing up and down while the man was lying on a flat workout bench, Big John was on his back with his legs up and a big latin man was pumping his hole hard, and Don was in the sling getting fucked. It was a sea of men fucking. Jeff was thrusting his cock in me at a steady rhythm. As I watched a man walked up and shoved his cock in my face. “Clean my dick boy” he demanded. I started licking it, then took it in my head. “This is Adam,” Jeff said, “don’t let his bark scare you, he’s just a big teddy bear” I glanced up to see this massive muscle man start to blush, then shove his cock into my mouth more. His cock tasted like ass and cum.

Impregnation talk is a big turn on for me love hearing a guy beg to be knocked up

If you need a cum dump, I'll volunteer 😈😜

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i actually sat there and watched movie for a few minutes. my cock still out of my pants. I looked over at Dad and he was slowly stroking his own cock. Then without saying anything he pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles and sat back down and continued to stroke.. I just watched and had my eyes fixed on his cock, his balls. I didn't even ask him as I leaned over to put his hard cock in my mouth. Dad released his hand and sat back and let out a soft moan. I had never sucked a cock but it felt so right, maybe even better than having my own dick sucked. And to top of it off, it was my dad's cock.. the one i had peeked on when I was younger, and had shot my load peeking at just seeing him naked thru the keyhole of the bathroom, getting out of the shower and standing in front of the sink. But now, it was hard, and it was in my mouth and I was loving every second. As I was sucking him, i noticed a man come sit next to my dad and he too had his cock out. But I didn't focus on him. I think I was afraid he would try and take the cock away from me so I just continued to suck as if my life depended on it. I touched dads balls with one hand as I deep throated his cock. Dad hadn't said a word,but maybe to give me one last chance to pull my mouth off of it, he told me he was gonna cum soon. My instincts were to just continue sucking.. I wanted his load in my throat. I wanted to taste him. I wanted my first load and I didn't want to miss a drop.. When he once again said, "I'm cumming" I just made sure I was collecting every drop in my mouth and gobbled it up and swallowed it. There was probably never a time in my life that I would feel so content, so perfect.. so happy. Then the man sitting next to Dad talked and said, " I hope I'm next" - I looked up and i realized the man was Jesse, the black neighbor who lived across the street from us.

Funny think is I'm not very hairy, just my Legs. My dad was a really hairy guy so I think naturally I've always like a more hairier guy. I always wanted to be more hairier, but theirs a point you realize. You are what you are you just gotta accept it. In western culture hair is very much tied to masculinity and when you're more of a top their tends to be than want for the hairy masculine look. That ain't me. I find I try not to focus too much on the things I don't have and focus on the positives I do. It did take a while to get their. I does not happen over night.

The more Steven smoke the mower he was working further down on my cock. I looked at him and asked how he like sucking my cock. As he took a moment to lick the shaft of my cock he answered that surprisingly he liked sucking my cock. That's when I told him how much I enjoyed it when I sucked my first cock. He went back to trying to get more of my 8"into his mouth but he couldn't figure out how to get it into his throat. I let him know I'd be glad to help him get it in deeper. I then placed my hand on the back of his head and as he went down I pushed his he'd further down until I felt my cock pop into his throat. The look on Steven's eyes was priceless as he leaned his ability to deep throat. After a couple times of my helping him, Steven was going down to the root on his own. He was concentrating and enjoying sucking my cock he never realized I had yet to suck his cock. I knew it wouldn't do any good since by now he was high enough that he wouldn't get hard. But I felt something for him and since it was part of my plan I looked at him and let him know that it was my turn to suck his cock. Steven stood up and sat I the couch as I moved between his legs. He was limp as a piece of spaghetti (and probably as small as a piece of macaroni). I took his little dick I my mouth and began to suck. He moaned in pleasure as I worked his tool but his dick didn't grow. I kept it up as he continued to hit the the pipe. I knew the drugs would have him losing track of time. After I had been sucking fir a good 10 to 15 minutes I looked up at Steven as I slowly stroked his limp dick telling him that I didn't think I was doing anything to help. Steven commented that even though he wasn't hard it was feeling really good. I knew I could take the next step in my plan, eating his virgin ass. I went back to licking his limp dick, down to his balls as I made my way to my target. I pushed his legs up so I had access to his hole while I quickly mentioned if he liked my mouth on his cock, he was going to love my tongue up his ass. I moved in swiftly and began tonguing his hole causing him to moan more than he did when I had his limp dick in my mouth. I kept up my assault on Steven's hole as he did everything he could to keep his composure. After enough time I knew he would be ready for more. l had been rimming his hole for a solid 20 minutes when I stopped. Steven looked down at me asking me to continue locking his ass. I knew what to say to him to get him primed to be fucked, but first he was going to have to take a needle to his arm. Unlike myself (a willing partier) Steven was going to have to be 'convinced' to be slammed. I told him my tongue was tired as I watched him suddenly stick his finger into his assault hole. At that point I knew that he was mine. I told Steven if he followed me into my bedroom he could get his hole filled again as I slowly made my way towards my bedroom door. Steven quickly stood up and followed me as I then told him to sit on my bed with his back against the headboard. Steven climbed on the bed naked and did as I directed. I pulled a could prepared points from my drawer, alcohol wipes, cotton balls and a tourniquet. A worried look was on Steven's face as I began to explain that what was I the syringe was the same that we had been smoking and if he liked the smoke he was going to love what he was about to experience. I then added, 'trust me bro'. That seemed to relax him as I tired the tourniquet on his arm, wiped a nice vein and explained what he was about to experience. I told him he'd feel the pinch of the needle, then I'd pull the plunger back getting a little bit of his blood to flash I the barrel making sure that I'm in the vein before I emptied it into his arm. When I pull the tourniquet off he'll feel something I'm the back of his throat and chest and then he'd cough out hard as his heart would begging to beat faster and he would feel the rush and euphoria of the drug. What I didn't tell him had I slipped the needle into his vein is that this needle had already been in my arm and since he didn't notice the slight pink tinge to the fluid he was about to get a hot needle (like all the points he was going to get over the next few days). After the point was emptied into his arm he had a look like he wanted to change his mind on doing this with his brother. After I pulled of the tourniquet Steven coughed out hard 3 times as his breathing increased. I revved his chest to comfort him and told him to just go with it and ride his rush. I then tired of my arm and administered my own slam. By the time I pulled the tourniquet off and coughed out I see that the look on Steven's eyes had changed from fear to one of lust. I climbed on the bed and on top of Steven without any trouble. Steven had become a very willing participant by this point. I leaned in kissing him forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist my kiss, he welcomed it and I could tell he was enjoying himself as I began to grind my hard cock into his soft dick. I didn't want to waste a lot of time and used a free hand to grab the lube on my night stand. I worked some into his hole and as I raised off of Steven I applied some lube to my cock. I resumed applying some lube to Steven's hole is I slipped a couple fingers inside his hole. That quickly increased to 3 fingers as I began to tease him with the penetration. When I pulled my fingers from Steven's hungry hole he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I asked him if his hole was feeling empty. He nodded 'yes' as I let him know that it would be filled again real soon as I hooked his legs under my arms and listed then to my shoulders. I then lined up my cock and slipped it inside is chemmed up hole. The look I Steven's eyes was better then what I had witnessed earlier. A slight moan escaped his mouth as my cock moved across his prostate and I bottomed out balls deep. I began to rock back and forth really easy as I new he'd be begging up have me pound him soon enough. And after he sero-converts he'll have some of my DNA in his blood and become my true blood brother.

Part 3: “Jordan? It’s me, Eric.” “Hey.” He said indifferently. I was sitting in my office, cell phone pressed against my ear. I had closed my office door for privacy but looked to make sure it was shut. Some of my coworkers knew Brian and needed to make sure they didn’t hear anything. “I .. ah… I really want to see you again.” No reply. I waited, listening. Still no reply. But I could hear Jordan breathing heavily. I held my breath, trying to hear more, and heard the faint sound of moaning not far from the phone.. someone moaning around a full mouth of cock. I felt a stab of jealousy. I knew it was silly, not like Jordan and I were in a relationship… and, hell, I was cheating on my husband with him… but I felt it just the same. I could picture his firm, lean body pushing his cock deep inside this guy’s mouth. “So… um… can you meet some time?” I stammered. “I don’t know… kind of busy lately. You going to make it worth my while?” “I’ll do anything. I can’t stop thinking about you.” It was true. My obsession - and, yes, I knew that was what it was - was growing worse. Maybe it was a mid-life crisis but having his twenty something stud pounding my ass made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time. “Yeah, you are a right slut, aren’t you?” He laughed. “Love getting your ass plowed and not getting any at home. I knew you would call.” “I need your cock, Jordan. Please, can I see you?” A pause. “Tell you what. I’ll be in Manchester next Tuesday. Make arrangements and I will see you then.” “Tuesday? Um… that is Brian - my husband’s birthday - I don’t think I can meet then.” “Ok then. If you are not interested… no point in talking further.“ “Wait!” I cried desperately. “I’ll figure out something for Tuesday… please… please can I meet you?” “Hmmm. Are you taking your husband out for his birthday?” “Yes, I’m taking him for dinner.” “What time?” The sound of moaning was a bit louder now. Whoever was sucking Jordan’s cock seemed as jealous of me as I was of them… and they wanted me to know they were there. “7:30” I replied and told him the name of the city centre restaurant that was one of Brian’s favourites. “I’m familiar with it. Fine. At 8:00, I want you waiting for me out front of the restaurant. I’ll pick you up.” Shit. How in the hell could I skip out on my husband on his birthday? But I didn’t have a choice. “I’ll be there.” “Fine. Got to go.” And he hung up. Tuesday evening, my heart was racing. I had a plan… but it wasn’t a great one. I just hoped it was good enough. Brian and I had arrived at the restaurant a half hour early. We had a couple drinks at the bar while we waited. They didn’t relax me at all. Finally our table was ready. “Happy birthday, honey.” I said to Brian as another round of drinks came. I tried to be as subtle as possible as I glanced at my watch: 7:40. We ordered our starters and talked about our next holiday. I tried to stay focused on Brian, and on the conversation, but it was a struggle. All I could think about was Jordan. At 7:55, my work mobile rang. “Shit! It’s Harry from the office. I need to take this, honey. I’ll be right back.” Brian frowned slightly. I didn’t get many calls after hours but, if Harry (my boss) was calling, it must be important. “Ok… don’t be long.” I hurried to the door to the restaurant and stepped into the cold night air, out of Brian’s earshot, and hit the answer button. “So… did it work?” Daniel Holstrom laughed into the mobile. “Yeah… thank you for the help.” “Not a problem, my boy, we guys need to help each other out. But you will have to return the favour some day. Elise can get very suspicious… so always good to have an alibi ready to go.” I hated asking Holstrom for favours… but desperate times and desperate measures. I didn’t like the man, but I was confident I could rely on his discretion. I made sure I was far enough away from the restaurant window that Brian couldn’t see me, thanked Holstrom again, and hung up the phone. I turned to the street and waited. 8:00 came and went. Shit. I had to hurry. I started pacing… both out of anxiety and to keep myself warm… I hadn’t brought my coat with me. At 8:05 a car pulled up. With the streetlights, I could just make out Jordan sitting inside. I opened the door and sat in the passenger’s seat. I was so relieved that he had shown up. “Hey.” “Hey, slag.” Jordan was dressed in jeans and a pullover shirt. Like everything else I had seem him in, he looked gorgeous. He pulled away from the curb and drove around the corner. It was quieter here, and slightly darker, so maybe a bit more private. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face towards his lap. “Come on, bitch. We don’t have much time. Suck my cock.” I didn’t resist. His cock pushed roughly past my lips and filled my mouth. He hadn’t showered before our meeting tonight and i could smell the faint aroma of sweat from his balls as i sank further into his crotch and allowed him into my throat. “That’s it. Take it deep.” His hands pushed harder against the back of my head and his hips thrust up. He was already balls deep and his scent was stronger now. It was sweaty, but not dirty, like a guy who has come from the gym with only a quick wash after his workout. It was unmistakably masculine. It was intoxicating. He was thrusting hard now as if trying to intentionally trigger my gag reflex. And I was gagging. In the tight confines of the car I couldn’t quite get the angle quite right. He thrust cruelly into my mouth. “Yeah. Look at you work that cock. Your husband’s birthday and you are here, sucking my cock, your mouth begging for my load. Here smile for the camera.” I loved it when he talked to me like this. I looked up at his phone and moaned and he took my picture with his cock embedded in his mouth. “Is that what you want, whore? Do you want to swallow my load?” I moaned again and he laughed. His hand slid down my back and under my pants. “I would rather load up your ass.” His finger pushed hard into my hole. I wanted it too… I desperately wanted him to fuck me right there. My mind raced to figure out how we could get into a good position in his car. He sighed above me. “Too bad you are in a hurry or I would give you what you really want. What you really need.” His cock was slamming my throat now, my mouth being battered as he pounded hard into me. His fingers were still digging into my hole. He was close… I could feel him swelling. He began to throb deep in my throat. I wanted to taste him but he held me tight. I couldn’t move back to let him up into my mouth. His cum flooded into my throat and I swallowed every drop. He held still for a moment, catching his breath. Then he pushed me off his cock and tucked it away. “You know how to suck a cock. Now you had better get back inside.” I nodded and opened the door. “Thank you so much.” I gushed. “That felt so good.” “Yeah… for me to. But next time I’m getting in that ass.” I gave him a smile and stepped out of the car. The door was barely closed when he sped off. I hurried back to the restaurant. Brian seemed a little annoyed at first but got over it as the evening progressed. A couple hours later, back at our apartment, I was buried deep in his hole, kissing his neck, and telling him how much I loved him. Yeah. I do love him. But i wished i was with Jordan and that it was my hole that was getting a good workout.

This story does continue in BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy - go to this page I'd been meaning to write an interim chapter that introduces Roberto for some time. Finally got around to it here, posted above. And the new chapter on Surprise ParTy alludes to this interim chapter with its indirect suggestions.

4. Greg "I guess. Sure," Nathan said. "It's not that exciting." Uncle Nate turned on the light by the bed. It was too bright at first, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I followed him into the bathroom, still amazed at the beauty of his body. I didn't know exactly how old he was; all I knew was that he was my father's younger brother. That probably put him in his mid-forties. There was a hint of grey in his goatee and on his chest, and a few lines on his face. But these only added to his character to him, each one a part of the story of a life that I desperately wanted to be part of. As I walked, I could feel the lube, sweat and a bit of sperm lubricating my ass cheeks. Inside, I knew there were three loads of Nathan's pozcum slowly getting absorbed by my body. A battle was raging between the virus and my immune system, each trying to best the other. Alan's immune system had lost that battle. Nathan's had lost that battle too. And Jason's had also lost that battle. And I knew eventually my immune system would loose as well. More over, I didn't want to win it. Even though I knew it was pointless, I tried to will my immune system to give into the inevitable sooner rather than later. In the harsh light of the bathroom, Nathan's cock was still semi-hard and glossy from my ass, one last drop of semen at it's tip. He pulled out a pill case, and opened one of the compartments. He took out three pills and put them by the small sink. "Jason always counts out my pills, and I count out his," he explained. "It reminds us that we have to take care of each other. And that we are now and forever diseased men." He poured a glass of water, put all the pills in his mouth, and took a swig. He swallowed. "There. Nothing exciting, you see." He looked me over. I was still aroused from getting fucked, and watching him nurture his virus got my cock rock hard again. "But you seemed to like watching it." "I usually jerk off three times a day," I said. "I've only cum once in the past two days." The trip had been an ordeal. Most days, even the slightest grin from Uncle Nate would get my cock stirring, and today, seemingly anything and everything got me hard. Standing naked with him in the small bathroom, his masculine scent filling the room was almost more than I could stand. "Doesn't seem very nice of me to make you suffer," Nathan said as we walked back into the bedroom. "I don't want you to fuck me until we know you're shooting live ammo. But there are other things." He shoved me on to the bed. I couldn't help but fell onto the bed as he kneeled down in front of me. And before I could even react, he swallowed my cock completely. He didn't stop as my dickhead went right into his throat. As he pulled off my shaft and concentrated on my cockhead, I thought I was going to shoot right away. But I held off; I wanted to enjoy Nathan's blow job. Uncle Nate knew how to suck cock. Unlike all the other guys who had sucked me off, he had years of experience, both giving and getting head. I squirmed in pleasure as his tongue went across my piss slit, followed by him once more swallowing my shaft. He slowed down a bit, getting into the groove of cocksucking. I took the chance to pull myself up to watch a master at work. It was a sight to behold. This amazing, masculine man was kneeling down in front of me, his lips wrapped around my cock, worshipping it. The world had shrunk to just me, my dick, and my eager supplicant in front of me. My cock seemed to be the only good thing in Nathan's world, and he made sure I knew his only job was to get me off. I reached back and grabbed the poppers. I did a hit, then held them under his nose. The poppers both hit us at the same time. His strokes became longer and deeper, his worship of my shaft more intense. For me, not just my cock was throbbing in pleasure but my entire body was shaking. I knew I was going to shoot soon. "Fuck, Uncle. I'm gonna cum," I said, between gasps for air. He made no move to stop. His goatee was pressed hard against the base of my cock. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. I would have done anything for this man, my personal model of the perfection of masculinity. But it was him, my idol, who was on his knees. It was him who was sucking on my young cock. It was him who was going to let me shoot my load in his mouth. It was him who was going to swallow my spunk. These thoughts were too much for me. My balls drew up tight, and my cock stiffened. "I'm going to cum," I managed to grunt. He pulled off my cock just enough for my head to fill his mouth. He ran his tongue around the head, and I lost all control of my body. I came hard, my cock leaking a constant dribble of cum right into his mouth. I felt him swallowing every drop, like a fine, precious fluid. He didn't stop sucking on me until my balls were drained of semen. Even after I had more than finished, he kept my cock in his mouth. He tried to get every drop, tormenting me as my head had become super-sensitive. "Fuck, that was good," I said, finally pulling his head off of me. "I've never had anyone let me cum in their mouth before." "Really?" he asked. He was smiling, but bit of sperm had leaked onto his goatee. I didn't think it was possible, but the cum in his facial hair made him seem even more masculine than before. He was more than confident enough in himself that he could suck another man off and even swallow his sperm. "I hate to see something that delicious go to waste," he said, as his tongue flicked over his goatee, lapping up the last of my load. He stood up and turned out the lights. "Now, time for us to get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." He curled up next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I was totally relaxed from the blow job. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, safe in Nathan's arms. I slept soundly, even as Nathan got up early and went for a run. I didn't wake up until he slammed the door shut behind him as he came back. Even in the early morning, the Texas heat was present. Nathan was dripping sweat and his t-shirt was sticking to his body. "Good morning, boy," he said, as he pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, I did." He was still breathing hard, and sweat was running down his chest. I wanted to bury my face in his sweat-soaked hair, and feel his cock probe my tender hole. I always woke up hard, but knowing that I still had his cum inside me made my cock throb. I wanted more. "Good run?" "Hot out," he answered. "But it was good. I needed to think a bit." "About?" I asked, even though we both knew exactly what he wanted to think about. He had fucked me bareback three times the night before. He had shot his HIV-laden sperm into my unprotected hole. And I had begged him to do it. "Last night. Wondering if you had really thought it through, what you were getting yourself into. You know, it's probably not too late to change your mind." "I'm know I'm not going to change my mind," I replied. I threw off the sheets, exposing my hard cock. "And I know he's not going to change his mind." My cock was already dripping a bit of pre-cum. I spread my legs, letting him catch a glimpse of my well-fucked hole. "I thought you were going to say that." He reached down to his running shorts. If his cock was soft, the shorts could only barely contain his package. And he wasn't soft now. He pulled the shorts and a jockstrap down, releasing his cock. "I want this so badly," he said. He paused, his cock getting harder. "But, I know that's my cock thinking for me. My virus thinking for me. It's not what my brain is telling me." I didn't say anything, but just spread my ass open, letting him see how vulnerable I was. He ran a finger over his shaft. "I'm you're godfather, you know. I'm supposed to guide you into adulthood." "And sometimes, give me things that my father can't," I countered. "Help me with issues I can't talk about with anyone else." "You're sure about this?" he asked, once more. "For months now. Even after I've shot my wad, jerking off to your movie." "You know I'll always be here for you," he said. "And I hope this is the right thing. For both of us." "I know. And it is," I said. As serious as this discussion was, it had turned me on like nothing else. "I guess you're wanting another load this morning." The shorts and jock dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, leaving him naked except for the running shoes and a watch. "Fuck yeah, Uncle." I tossed him the lube, and grabbed the poppers. "Don't take off the shoes. Just fuck me like that." It was the culmination of every gym coach fantasy I had ever had, and this time it was true. I got on all fours at the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. I wanted his cock in me. No, I needed his cock in me. And I was itching for more of his poz cum. As much as I wanted his cock, Uncle Nate was determined to prolong my agony. He knelt down and stuck his face in my ass. His tongue easily found my hole, and began to tease and probe it. "Oh yeah boy. I can taste my sperm up there." I ground my ass against his face, feeling the prickly goatee against my tender ass. I did a hit of the poppers. "Please Nate. Put another load up there," I moaned. I was in heat, and needed to be bred by my sweaty, studly Uncle. "You want it?" He wasn't giving in to my pleading easily, as his tongue continued to probe my hole. "You really want my HIV?" "Fuck yes. I want your poz rod in my neg hole. Breed me, Uncle Nate. Shoot your load in me." The poppers took control of my thinking. My world was now centered on my ass and my hole needed a cock to fill it. "Right on, boy. My twisted, slutty boy, taking my raw rod." He had stood up, and his cockhead was right against my hole. "You'll do anything for this cock, won't you?" "Anything, Uncle. Just fuck me. Now." He finally put me out of my misery: he pressed against my ass and the head slid in. I leaned into him, and the rest of his cock entered me. "Fuck me hard, Uncle. Pound my hole." He grabbed my hips, and answered my pleas. His cock pistoned in and out. He had put on just enough lube to smooth his entry, but not enough to make it easy for me. I felt every millimeter of his shaft against my hole: he stretched it out, he explored it, he made it his own. My own cock was leaking pre-cum, and without thinking, I let my hand go down and start to stroke it. Nate reached down and pulled my hand away. "Not yet Greg. You'll get off. But on my schedule." He slammed his cock deep, reminding me who was in control. Then he returned to his steady, relentless pounding of my hole, still holding my hands behind my back. This was more than I had initially bargained for, and I needed another hit of the poppers. But he was holding on to my hands, forcing me to take his cock straight up. "You ok, boy?" he asked, suddenly aware of how his massive cock was tearing up my hole. "I'll take anything you give me," I answered, gasping for breath between his forceful strokes. I wanted to impress him. I knew he had fucked more guys than I could count. I imagined that they had all been able to take him without a problem. I didn't want to be the weak one. I wanted to be a special man for him, I was going to start by taking him all the way, until he shot his precious load in me. Even though I was biting the sheets to keep from whimpering, I wasn't going to make him stop before he had his orgasm. I was glad he couldn't see my face. If he could, I knew he would stop. "Don't worry, Greg. I'm going to come soon." He let go of my arms, and I did a hit of poppers. Then I offered the bottle to him. He took it, and he did a long hit. "You want my poz cum, Greg?" he asked as he put away the bottle. "Please Uncle. Shoot it in me. Rip open my ass and fill it with your toxic sperm." Fueled by the poppers, I didn't care how it felt. This was all part of the process I had to go through to get what I needed so badly. "Take it, Greg. Take my cum" He slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Deathseed." Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust into me and a spurt of cum. With the last one, he didn't pull out again, but left his cock inside of me. He was gasping for air, his chest heaving. "Damn. That was intense." Nathan collapsed on top of me. His chest was covered in another layer of sweat. I was shaking from the intensity of the fuck. Neither one of us could speak at first. "Good morning, boy," he finally whispered in my ear, once he had caught his breath. "Shower?" he asked. He pushed himself up, and carefully pulled his cock out of my hole. As best I could, I kept my ass tight, not wanting to loose a single drop of his deadly seed. "Want to just get on the road? It's not like we have to impress anyone," I replied. "By the end of the day, you know we will reek of sweat, sperm, sex and weed." "What's wrong with that?" I asked. I got off the bed, and pulled on a pair of board shorts. I grabbed a tank top and sandals. "I'm ready for it."