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Just A Quick Poke Walking back home, I wasn't sure why I'd said "yes" or why I had asked him to come over on Friday evening and spend the night. I liked that he was beginning to accept his status and even embracing it. But, I didn't understand why I felt so close to him. Our sex had become more sensuous while still keeping a rawness about it. Chase was almost the opposite, in many ways. Pale white vs chocolate, hairy vs smooth, inexperienced vs seasoned pro, eager vs laid back, versatile vs bottom, neg vs poz. Well, maybe neg. And while Gabriel was the consummate bottom, I wished he was a little versatile so I could watch him fuck someone. I thought it would look really hot watching him drive that long cock in and out of some neg hole. Maybe even share a bottom with him. I got to my place and dumped the empty bottle in the recycling bin and washed out the glasses. I wanted to leave the glasses and opener at his place but he said it would cause problems and I wanted to stay on his mom's good side. I had told Chase that maybe we could hookup again on Thursday and when I got home I had a message from him. "have 2b@ library 7pm thurs 4 project. quick 1?" he said. "k" I replied. I got out of work and was over there about ten after six. He just had some basketball shorts and sandals on and back to his room we went. I wasn't sure who was at Chase's apartment but no one was in the living room and the other bedroom door was closed. He dropped his basketball shorts and showed off his ass in a black jockstrap just inside the door. Following him down the hall, we got into his room and I shut the door. "Gotta make this quick. I have to leave in thirty" he said. My dick had chubbed walking up the stairs behind him and it fully sprang to life as I unzipped my pants. I tugged my company polo shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Remembering Gabriel's comments the night before about a back alley fuck, I thought that's what I would do with Chase. I could think of a bunch of alleys that I would like to find him in, leaning against a wall or dumpster with his furry ass in full view, begging to get fucked and bred full of my special seed. In fact, if I'd been thinking I would have done just that behind his building or even in his living room. But we were in the safe confines of his bedroom now, so I got a little rough and pushed him against the wall. I forced two fingers into his hole and it felt a little squishy. "Hmm, couldn't wait for my dick so you found someone else?" I snarled. "Just... Tyler... I caught him jacking... and told him to give it to me as lube" he gasped out. He seemed a bit frightened at my sudden attitude change. While we had fucked roughly before, I'd never gotten this physical with him. My forearm was against the back of his neck with his face was flat against the wall, my legs had spread his legs, and yes, my fingers were probing his ass roughly. I dug my nails in and twisted my fingers around, making him yelp out like a puppy whose tail I'd stepped on. Adding a third finger, I worked his his hole until it opened up nicely. While his body was still shaking, he had calmed down a little. I worked my fingers inside of him, getting them as deep as possible. Yanking them out, I heard him whimper at the sudden emptiness. Quickly, I turned and used my body to hold him in place as I raised my hand. "Open wide" I growled and watched him slowly open his mouth. Stuffing my cum coated fingers in, I then told him "Suck on Tyler's neg seed. You gotta keep breeding his ass until he's shooting the good stuff." I heard him moan and felt him suck and lick my fingers clean. Pulling my fingers free, I used my hand to position my cock at it's next target and pushed in. There was still plenty of Tyler's cum in his hole but I stretched him back open and forced my cock much deeper than my fingers had gotten. Going balls deep during the first penetration made him yell out and squirm. By now, I knew his roommates were not going to check on him unless there was a truly blood curdling scream. Letting him adjust for few seconds, I pulled back and then started to fuck. He was gasping each time I thrust in and both of those got faster and faster. Grabbing his hands, I held them above his head as my sweaty chest was on his back and my head was next to his. I pounded his ass mercilessly, feeling the cum inside him get forced past my cock and all over my pubes and his ass. After ten minutes of drilling him, I drove in hard and planted my cock all the way in, holding him between the wall and my sweaty body and fully impaled on my shaft. "Want some more toxic cum in that neg ass?" I snarled into his ear quietly. His chest was still heaving, but he eeked out "yes... sir." "Good boy" I said before I hammered him for fifteen seconds and unleashed a torrent of cum in his slick hole. Sometimes when you cum, it's just pulses but other times you can feel your whole cock throb in a guy's hole as you deposit your load. This was a full on throb and I'm sure Chase felt it too. With the last drop in his ass, I slowly pulled out and grabbed a nearby t-shirt, using it to clean off my cock before pulling my trunks up, followed by my work pants. I knew there were probably some wet spots on my pants, but I figured if I left my polo untucked and with the warm summer air they would be dry by the time I got home. Leaning in, I whispered "Thanks, Chase. You're one step closer" before I backed away and pulled my shirt over my head. I grabbed my backpack and walked out of his room, leaving Chase panting against the wall.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

John and Matt wake up in the morning. John is really hungover. Matt is a bit hungover. John is also incredibly embarrassed about having sex in front of a room of people. Matt is embarrassed because John is embarrassed. Matt wants to go to the parade, but John wants to go home and sleep off the hangover. The boys kiss and part ways agreeing to meet for dinner. Matt slips on some running shorts and a tank top and sneakers to go to the parade. By the time he arrives, the parade is going. He sees the group from the party house and hangs out with them. They have a cooler of bloody marys and Matt drinks. His hangover is going away as the parade goes by. Matt regularly feels hands on his ass as he hangs out with this group. At first, he pushes them away but as he relaxes and drinks his bloody marys; he lets the hands roam. Matt is getting turned on by all the attention. Matt leans over the barricade a bit to see the next floats go by and a band. As they do, Matt feels a very large cock pressed on his ass crack. He lets it stay there. It is very hard. The owner of the cock rubs it on Matt’s ass crack, Matt spreads his legs to leg the cock have more room. Matt feels a finger slide up inside his running shorts and finds his hole. The finger slips into his ass and the guy says, “Is his cum still inside you from last night?” Matt knows it’s the host from the party – an older guy with a beer belly and greying hair, but he doesn’t care. Matt answers, “Maybe.” A few minutes later, Matt’s naked behind a dumpster getting fucked bareback by the party host’s big cock. The host says, “All those months I wanted your ass and you teased me, but here you are naked behind a dumpster taking my raw cock. You like my big dick in you?” Matt moans, “Yes.” The party host’s belly is on Matt’s back as his raw cock is buried in his ass. Matt is moaning loudly as the party host is sawing his large cock in and out of Matt. The party host says, “Not going to last long in you. Do you want me to shoot inside you?” Matt pushes his ass back and says, “Do it. Shoot in my ass.” The party host cums in Matt’s hole. Matt feels the cock pull out of him, rests his body on the brick wall in front of him, and looks back to see the host’s cock. He sees the large cock slipping from his ass coated in cum. Matt says, “My ass feels so open from your cock.” Matt and the host chuckle. Matt pulls up his running shorts and finds his tank top. As they head back to the street, the parade is ending and the host’s roommate and his friends are hauling the cooler back to the apartment. Matt helps them home and says his goodbyes. He is tipsy from the bloody marys, but wants to get home. John and Matt meet up that night, eat, fuck, sleep. The boys talk about their public sex and decide they will ask the host to delete the photos. The following week, John’s job announces they decided to accept his transfer to Austin. John’s company had a training program attached to University of Texas, Austin for which John had applied. It’s a fairly rigorous work/Masters program. Matt is sad. John is excited, but sad to leave Matt. The talk about making it work long distance. Matt is apprehensive, but he knows John is going to leave for Austin. If Matt wants John, this is what he has to accept. John would normally need to be in Austin later in the summer, but he decides to go early to get settled in. As Spring rolls into Summer, John is settled in Austin. Matt comes for a visit. The boys fuck all weekend. John cums in Matt every time. Matt loves feeling John’s cock pulse as it shoots cum inside him. Its become one of his favorite sensations. Matt and John are sad when it comes time to part. Matt says he can come back in a few weeks. John and Matt chat online almost every day and talk a couple times a week. One day, Matt comes home to a couple missed calls from John and a message. Matt calls him back and John picks up. John’s voice is off. He says, “Matt. I tested positive for gonorrhea. You need to get tested.” Matt is dumbstruck. He says he had just been tested prior to meeting John, but he will get tested again. John says, “I think it was one of the guys I’ve messed around with since I got to Austin, but I wanted to let you know.” The words hit Matt like he was punched in the stomach. Matt groans. John asks if Matt is ok. Matt is quiet, but finds his words. “John, you have been sleeping with other people? I thought we weren’t doing that. We only fuck bareback. You are always shooting inside me. I’ve trusted you.” John is offended. He says, “Matt you rode me bareback the first time we met. You never asked for exclusivity. You love getting fucked raw. Guys who fuck raw get STDs. I know I’m not the only guy who has fucked you bareback. You told me so. Don’t get all hurt because I’ve fucked other guys.” Matt gets angry. The boys fight. John hangs up on Matt. Matt goes and gets tested. Matt is less anxiety ridden at the clinic this time. He tells the counselor why he is there. He gets the safe sex lecture. The results come back – negative for everything. Fuck John. Matt calls him, leaves a message and says he is negative. John does not call back.

Part 9 - Banqueting Spanish Style Artem finished dressing the prince for the state banquet "I need a favour" Alex said in a hushed tone. "Of course Alex, what is it?" Artem responded casually being in private. Alex retrieved some money "I need you buy me a mobile phone" he said handing Artem the money. "Another one?" Artem asked looking at the money, "Why do you need two?". "This one is run by the palace" Alex replied, "I need a personal one for private things". Artem shifted on his feet uncomfortably, "Take Liam with you" Alex suggested. Artem nodded "I haven't seem him since we were on the terrace" he said pocketing the money. "Try the gym" Alex replied tongue in cheek then picking up his phone he called Liam. Alex hung up after a brief conversation "He will take you in to the city to get one" he said. "Okay, you better get moving Alex" Artem replied, "Does he know?" he asked. "No" Alex replied, "I told him you needed to get a new one" he said looking guilty. Artem smiled "No problemo, it is the least I can do for you". The evening was very much like state banquets in Monrovia except the dishes here were traditional Spanish cuisine. The speeches though went on a little too long and he was finding it hard to concentrate, sat next to the Duchess of Galicia he spent most of the time asking her who the various people were. He soon found out that his host knew all the gossip and Alex burst out laughing a couple of times about all the indiscretions some of the guests had previously made, his laughter causing a few head turns amongst the guests. Earlier he had a very brief conversation with Felipe Morales whom he met at the gala he held in Monrovia. His heart and cocked skipped a beat seeing the guy again and now was his chance to find out all the dirt on him. Felipe was impeccably dressed in a shiny tuxedo, his jet black hair offset with weird blond highlights looked very out of place and couldn't reason why he had them done, seeing an opening in his conversation with Duchess he quickly turned the focus to Felipe. "Duchess, I think it is time to dish the dirt on Felipe Morales" Alex remarked. She chuckled "Felipe Morales, a very famous actor and IHF partner" the duchess replied. Alex nodded "Right, I have just become royal patron and partner of that charity" he replied. "I know, everyone knows" the duchess informed him, "It is a very high profile charity here". "So he is an actor?" Alex asked playing innocent and she nodded, "Gossip?" he asked. The Duchess chuckled "Gay if that is what you mean, string of broken hearted lovers". Alex smirked glancing at him. "Give him a try apparently he is very good" the Duchess said. Alex nearly dropped his fork "Duchess!" he exclaimed biting his lip wanting to laugh loudly. The Duchess winked at him "I have it on very good authority he is a leon in the bedroom". "Lion" the Duchess explained seeing a perplexed look on Alex's face. Alex grinned "Not sure I should, you know working so closely together" he said being all innocent. She patted his hand "Enjoy yourself, let you hair down" she said confidently. The way the Duchess said this then winked at him made Alex laugh, they returned to their gossiping until dinner was over and guests started making their way in to the ballroom. Alex had never been to a state banquet where they had dancing after and this was one tradition the Spanish royals were known for and it made these events less regimented in many ways. Dancing was one thing Alex was not fond of and even his parents were surprised when the Duchess coerced him to take a trip around the dance floor before her husband whisked her away to dance. Alex happily slid off the dance floor and grabbed a sparkling water from the bar then headed out of the expansive glass doors on to the dimly illuminated terrace overlooking the gardens. He was feeling a little hot under his tunic and desperate to undo the top button for a moment and get some fresh air. Putting his glass down on one of the tables and undid the button and suddenly became aware he was not alone. "Your highness" A voice resonated from behind him and he knew exactly who it was. Alex turned and Felipe bowed "Felipe Morales are you chasing me?" he asked giggling. Felipe made no bones about it "Yes I am Prince Alexander, for many reasons", he cooed softly. Alex noticed he was holding a bottle of champagne "Enjoying your evening?" he asked. "Yes thank you your highness" Felipe responded, "I hoped we could get a chance to talk". Alex smiled "I promised you we would but with champagne?" he asked inquisitively. "Yes, I thought we could go to my suite at the paradore next door" Felipe suggested. Alex chuckled forgetting his manners "You are a fast mover Felipe Morales". Felipe laughed "Maybe the chase will end tonight" he said staring at Alex. "No one will notice you are missing the dancing goes on for many hours" Felipe added. Alex glanced around again "And this will be to talk about the charity?" he now asked. "No your highness" Felipe replied with assured confidence, "I want to take you to bed first". Alex stared at him for a moment getting aroused "I hope you do not disappoint" he replied grinning. Felipe couldn't help laughing at how casual the prince replied, half expecting to have the royal guard summoned to take him away. The exit was discreet and no one batted an eyelid, Alex stood in the suite of the paradore just a stones throw from the palace. Felipe put the champagne down and marched over to Alex grabbing him and kissing him with open mouth and full on tongue straight away. He sighed softly fully welcoming the kiss that went on for several minutes. Felipe pulled back 'Get undressed your highness' he said authoratively already starting on his own clothes. Felipe reached up and helped unfasten the tunic from Alex's body, Alex slipped out of it and hung it up on the back of a chair and lowering his head moaning subtly, Felipe's hand caressed Alex's arse, straight away he knew he was getting it. He turned and saw the defined swimmers build of Felipe and light covering of black chest hair tapering off the lower down it went. Standing proud and ready was eight inches of solid arse rearranging cock that glistened at the head with precum. Alex reached down and felt the immense size and weight of it in his hand and leveraging his grip on it he pulled Felipe forward until they kissed again, slowly he was being moved backwards until he fell back spread eagled on the bed giggling. Felipe lowered himself down to his knees giving a mischievous look at Alex and moving his head forward and running his tongue along the shaft of Alex hard cock. Moaning loudly from his pent up desire Alex arched his back feeling the warmth of Felipe's mouth engulfing his cock at the head then sinking all the way down the shaft and back up several times. Finally it flipped back down against his stomach then feeling his legs pushed up Alex raised his head and watched Felipe kiss and suck on his balls, then raising his legs even higher he let out a sharp squeal of pleasure. With precision Felipe's tongue rubbed against his hole and began probing deeper and deeper. His head rolling side to side in unfathomable pleasure, his hand grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly whilst Felipe worked on his hole. Alex stopped stroking his cock otherwise he would cum, his whole body was buzzing at every nerve ending, it was a whole new series of sensations that he had never experienced before. The unmistakable sound of Felipe spitting at his hole then working the saliva in with his tongue signified one thing and Alex wanted it badly. The loving tongue assault on his arse ended and his body began relaxing as the beautiful sight of Felipe's body loomed over him, his legs hooked around Felipe's thighs the cock already pressing against the resistance of his hole. Felipe leaned further forward and kissed Alex softly, his neck arched back on the bed feeling the immense pressure now forcing his hole open, gasping he looked up at Felipe and they kissed again. His hips wriggled on the bed and Felipe pushed slightly harder allowing the head to finally penetrate him, his eyes fluttered moaning even louder. Felipe closed the gap between them and and began kissing Alex locking their mouths together whilst he gently moved his pelvis all the way down until his pubes brushed against the softness of Alex's arse. Alex's fingers dug into Felipe's waist unsure if he was pushing him away or pulling him down, Felipe stopped kissing and looked down at Alex giving a couple of thrusts so he was in no doubt that Felipe was deep inside him. The gentle sighs and moans he got in response brought him down again to kiss the prince, his arm sliding under Alex's neck to hold him still, his pelvis gyrating first then finding his perfect rhythm he began fucking. The electricity in the air between them was palpable, a connection between them weirdly erotic and full of sexual intensity. Their faces so close that Alex could feel Felipe's exhale with every thrust down, they appeared so in tune with each other, eyes fixed on each other in a hypnotic state, broken only by the sporadic deep wet kisses they gave each other. There was no change in Felipe, no sign of him building to orgasm, instead he kissed and pushed his pelvis down incredibly hard against Alex making him gasp several times at the sheer force against him. Felipe groaned once then kissed Alex again keeping his cock buried deep whilst he unloaded his balls deep in to Alex, in an almost ritual act they had to kiss whilst Felipe passed his seed in to Alex's body. His legs aching slightly from being held aloft and he soon forgot about it when Felipe started act two and begun fucking Alex again, this time they kissed continuously until Felipe produced his second load and collapsed sweating on top of Alex. His arms wrapped around Felipe gently stroking his back and completely blown over by the feeling of this man and his cock impaling him to the bed. There was no question that Felipe knew how to use his tongue and cock to great effect and it was great disappointment when Felipe started the process of extracting his cock. Even when he finally disentangled from Alex his cock hung in an arched fashion, still semi hard it was too much of a temptation for Alex, he leaned up and slipped his mouth around it instantly getting a taste of cum and what his arse tasted like after being fucked for an hour or more. Felipe allowed him to suck it for a couple of minutes before pushing Alex back on the bed, he strode over to the bottle of champagne opening it and retrieving two glasses from the mini bar and pouring a glass each. Even walking back towards Alex he cut such am impressive figure with his build and cock hanging between the heavy set balls. They laughed and talked drinking the entire bottle of champagne before falling asleep sprawled across the bed. He had no idea what time it was and woke up in the arms of Felipe, his head hurting a little from the champagne they polished off. He remembered waking in the middle of the night and turning over pulling Felipe with him who quickly slipped on top and took him from behind so quickly and easily that it seemed so natural. He sat up quickly and Felipe leaned over looking at his watch 'It is only 6am' he said pulling Alex back down in to his arms and kissing him. Alex was anxious and he had every right to be, if Liam found out he was missing all hell would break loose. A stones throw away Artem knocked on the door and Liam opened it "What is it?" he asked. Artem looked nervously "The prince, have you seen him, his bed has not been used" he said. Alfonso came quickly down the hallway "I no find him" he said wringing his hands. Liam went in to panic mode "Go back to his room and wait" he said grabbing some clothes. "Alfonso, not a word to anyone take me to the security office" Liam said closing his door. They rushed down to the palace security office in the basement and sat there with the Eduardo head of security going through the camera footage for half an hour until he spotted Alex leaving the terrace with the man. "Felipe Morales" Alfonso said, "I see them talking earlier he is at the paradore next door". "I come with you" Eduardo said grabbing his gun. Liam stopped Eduardo "Thank you Eduardo but I can deal with this quietly" he said. "Alfonso go back to Artem and tell him to bring a baseball cap, shorts and t-shirt" Liam said. He nodded "I go now" Alfonso replied running out. Liam checked his gun was secure in his holster and made his way to the palace side exit, protocol still had to be retained, although he suspected Alex was not in any trouble his concern was to get the prince back to the palace quickly and discreetly. Good thing he spotted that the prince was wearing his royal dress on the security footage. When Artem arrived he could sense Liam was angry and he refused to budge until Liam calmed down. It was only a short walk across to the paradore and Liam was striding across with Artem finding it difficult to keep up. Arriving they went by reception and headed to the suite of Felipe Morales where Liam knocked on the door loudly. Alex and Felipe woke up "Someone at the door" Alex remarked. Felipe put on a dressing gown and opened the door "Que quieres?" he asked in Spanish. "Prince Alexander!" Liam demanded in a quiet angry tone. Felipe turned to Alex "I think it is for you your highness" he said opening the door. Liam pushed in to the suite followed by Artem "Get dressed your highness" Liam said looking angry. Alex fumed looking at him "Protocol!" he shouted at him, "Remember who you are addressing". "Your highness" Liam said bowing, "Get out of bed and put these clothes on now!" he demanded. Artem moved forward to the bed smirking and bowed his head "Thanks Artem" Alex said. Liam stood with arms folded like an adult scolding a child "Hurry up!" he said. "Walk away" Alex said to both of them noticing Liam hesitated standing his ground. "Liam" Artem said grabbing his arm, "Leave his highness he is safe". Alex watched them leave then looked at Felipe "I am so sorry" he said looking upset. "Oops" Felipe said putting his arms around Alex, "Are you in trouble?" he asked. Alex shook his head "No, that protection officer disapproves of me" he said looking at the door. "But you are the prince, can you not tell him?" Felipe asked helping Alex dress. "You are joking right?" Alex asked, "He doesn't like me, I tried to be nice but have had enough of trying". Felipe kissed Alex on the head "Then get him removed, surely you can do that" he said kindly. "Anyway why do you care if he likes you?" Felipe now asked looking at Alex curiously and winking. Alex sat on the bed, "My life is lonely Felipe" he said quietly, "Trusting people is hard". "But you have your family and some people around you" Felipe reminded Alex. Alex nodded "My family is great, the people around scrape and bow except Artem, he is becoming a close friend". Alex stood "No Felipe, my protection officer doesn't like me one bit" Alex said. Artem had grabbed the royal dress and was placing it in the bag he brought. Both Liam and Artem heard the words Alex spoke to Felipe through the slightly ajar door and to hear him say those things struck a chord with Artem who glared daggers at Liam and walked off. Torn between stopping Artem or waiting for Liam he desperately tried to pay no attention to it, yet he could see the anger in Artem's eyes as he stormed off. "Tomar" Felipe said quietly giving Alex his number, "We still need to talk about the charity". Alex chuckled "If you can keep your hands off me, otherwise it will be hard" he replied. Felipe glanced at the door then snogged Alex "Not possible, I will be back for more" he said. Alex chuckled, Felipe bowed "Your highness, such a pleasure, amazing wonderful pleasure". Alex kissed him "You are amazing in bed" he said quietly putting the baseball cap on. Liam walked in "Your highness now if you please, we need to get back to the palace!" he demanded. Alex walked to the door "Fuck you!" he said, "And bow when you address me". Liam glared at Alex then bowed his head "Your highness" he said in a slightly mocking tone. "You want to play by the book then that is what we will do" Alex said walking out. Unsure if Alex was playing him or if he was deadly serious, Liam hurried out catching up with the prince and walking two steps behind. If there was ever a walk of shame this was surely it, Artem was standing outside waiting the walked off ahead of them both to check no one was around as they walked back to the palace. A short 5 minute walk that seemed to go on for ever for Alex, his protection officer said nothing but his demeanour spoke volumes which made it even worse. He could feel the icy disapproval stabbing his back. Liam was relieved to get the prince back in to the safety of the palace and followed on behind trying to calm down although he knew he was going to ripe the prince apart for putting himself in danger. Alex opened the door to his room and tried to close it but Liam was already inside the room, he turned to Liam about to dress him down but Liam got in there first and didn't hold back. "Don't ever do that again without my knowledge your highness" Liam said venting his anger. "You put yourself at risk, scared Artem as he had no idea where you were" Liam continued. Liam threw up his hands "Irresponsible actions you should know better!" he finished. Alex taken back was uneasy about his anger "What do you care!" he said. Liam was silent "I am a disgrace, disappointment, not what you expected and you hate me" Alex said. Liam opened his mouth but Alex stopped him "I do not want your opinion" he said cutting him down. He stood looking at the prince "Speak only when spoken to as protocol dictates" Alex reminded him. Inside Liam was beginning to respect this fighting prince "Walk away!" Alex said in a defiant stance. Alex watched Liam bow and back away then he walked into the bathroom locking the door and he slumped to the floor visibly shaken and upset, at what he wasn't sure right now. Once thing he knew now was that his protection officer thought less and less of him each day as he seemed never to be able to put a foot right in Liam's eyes. He could be more responsible but what harm had he done, even in his upset state he was now resolved to making Liam follow all royal protocol down to the last dot. Artem caught up with Liam going to his room "Well done knob head!" he exclaimed. "I said get to know him not tell him off" Artem added. Liam turned looking angry "You see what I am up against Artem?" he asked, "Sneaking off for sex". Artem shook his head "You are no different Liam, everyone knows Polly comes up to you rooms". Artem quickly put his hand over his mouth "Sorry" he said quickly dodging into his room. Artem changed and listened at the door to make sure Liam was not hanging around in the hallway for him. Quietly he crept out and walked back to Alex's room his nerves all over the place from expecting to be hunted by Liam. Alex heard Artem entering the bedroom calling out his name and waited until he heard the door close and the lock engaging. Alex unlocked the door and came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, Artem sat next to him putting his arm around his shoulder. "He is harmless Alex" Artem said comforting him, "Too highly strung if you ask me". Alex bit on this thumb "He hates me and everything I stand for or do" he replied. Artem shrugged "Maybe he just wants to do his job properly, you know what they are like". "Yeah I guess, it is just everything I do disappoints him" Alex replied. Artem chuckled "You certainly did alright getting Felipe in bed" he said still chuckling away. Alex managed to smile "You have no idea how good it was, for a moment I was free" he said. "Yes but he was the one who bagged a prince not you" Artem said reminding him of his status. Alex sighed "Don't keep reminding me Artem, I know who I am. Sometimes I just hate it". "Rubbish!" Artem replied, "You are the prince and dam good one Alex! Well apart from the smell right now". Alex glanced at him and laughed "Thank god I have you by me" he said feeling a little relieved. Artem stood up "Right lets get that sex smell washed off you and ready for breakfast" he said. Alex stood up "Thanks" he said resting his head on Artem's shoulder, "Does it smell bad?". Artem laughed "You smell like you have been in an orgy doing it all night" he replied. "One thing Alex, we heard everything that you said to Felipe" Artem said in a hushed tone. "Ah" Alex replied leaning up, "That might complicate things then" he said. Alex taunted Artem and they ended up tussling together in a playfight as Artem tried to Alex in to the bathroom to scrub him clean. Artem handed the phone over to the prince telling him that he was sure Liam knew the phone wasn't for him. Alex put Felipe's number in and secured the phone handing it to Artem asking him to keep it. The prince kept out of Liam's way for the rest of his time and plunged head first in to his official duties with his parents. Liam naturally there along with Scott overseeing the security noticed the lack or non existence of communication between the prince and Liam. Alex found time to have Felipe over to discuss charity work. On the last day Artem was leaving with the rest of the royal entourage for Monrovia, Alex and Liam were staying on at the palace for a few more hours before there flight later in the day. Alex accompanied his parents to the front of the palace, Artem came over to say goodbye looking a little upset and professing his was really jealous not to be going with him, Alex promised he would take him next and then glanced over to Liam who was heavy in conversation with Scott, head of crown protection. "I know you are not looking forward to this Liam" Scott said sympathetically. Liam nodded "Sitting on a beach watching him is not my idea of relaxing" he replied seriously. "Is the prince hard work?" Scott asked, "I see how he avoids you". Liam looked at him "Yes but do not worry I will break him in" he replied confidently. "Cut him a little slack and work with him, he is a little fragile" Scott informed him. Liam looked a little confused by the remark "Use this time to understand each other" Scott advised. "He is quite head strong" Liam said glancing over at Alex. "The King is still worried that he might drop out of royal life Liam" Scott informed him. "That is confidential Liam, I know you are in the King's confidence as well" Scott said. "He is he really unhappy sometimes" Liam said understanding and knowing what the King meant. "Quite possibly" Scott replied, "That is why the King asked you to keep him informed". "I never realised it was that bad, I just thought he was in this rebellious phase" Liam said. "Understood and I will try to let my hair down a bit" Liam said assuring Scott. Scott chuckled "Look after him Liam, this whole gay thing worries me a little" he confided. "And me!. Don't worry I will keep him safe" Liam said emphasising his point. Scott smiled "Make sure that you find time to relax in Mauritius" he said. Liam nodded and shook hands with Scott then walked back and stood behind the prince and the Spanish royal family watching the entourage leaving. Alex glanced behind him to find Liam was already looking at him, it was a slightly different look and one that had Alex confused and unsure if he had done something else that his protection officer disapproved of. Alex quietly spoke "Now what have I done that you don't approve of?" he asked. Liam remained expressionless. "Two weeks of your disapproving looks, great!" Alex remarked. Bowing his head "If that is what your highness wishes" Liam replied with a smirk. Alex turned to him "Walk away" he said confidently brushing past Liam. Alex walked inside palace following the king and queen of Spain. Liam watched him and couldn't help smiling, in reality he really found the prince amusing at times and he was loving this game of disapproving looks as it was one thing that wound Alex up big time. Since that night in the bar and the weeks that followed Liam had grown to respect Alex and he sure as hell didn't shy away form things, the way he carried himself and his duties showed a different side to this young lad. For now though he was not about to tell Alex since he wanted to keep the prince on his guard, outwardly the prince showed no sign of his unhappiness of being trapped in this world. If truth be told Liam felt a little sorry for him fully understanding that despite all of the trappings afforded to the prince he wanted a simple life. Alex turned his head and looked at Liam who put his dark sunglasses on keeping a dead pan expression. The way Alex lowered his eyes before turning his head around was an incredible look of shame tinged with unhappiness, it stopped Liam in his tracks and was unsure if that was directed at him or generally how the prince felt under all his perfect exterior.

Chapter 6: The First Transcendence Tyler walked down the street, hair disheveled, clothes a mess, sweaty, and obviously looking like he had just finished some ravaging sex. Adam and Aaron lived in a much better part of town, so whereas Tyler and Brandon’s shit area he would have fit into fairly easily, not so much here. He looked trashy. He was getting looks and stares, like he was a street whore. He felt the cum slowly begin to work its way from his ass down his taint. Soon, it would start to dribble down his legs. Something about that made him feel good and yet it felt wrong and embarrassing. Again the force of the wrongness of everything was winding up his sexual urges, and he hated himself for it, which then further reinforced his growing horniness. Reality set in and Tyler started thinking that walking down the street with cum beginning to run down his super skinny legs and a growing hardon in his tight shorts, already looking like a whore, was probably not going to be good for him. He started to panic. As he crossed between two buildings a had reached out, grabbing his tiny arm, and pulling him forcefully into the alley. The person was incredibly rough. Immediately he had a hood over his had, his body slammed into the brick of the building, and hand covering his mouth, pushing the fabric of the hood firmly into his mouth. Tyler was terrified, but he felt that trying to scream would make things worse. Tyler began to feel a hand groping him, his hardon began to pulse. Terrified and still horny, he felt instant relief when the voice spoke. “My Tyler”, the monotone voice said. It was Jax, Tyler had memorized that voice. The hood was lifted off his face, revealing his love. Tyler leaned in to kiss Jax, without even thinking. Jax did not move. Tyler pulled back, feeling confused, yet entranced by those beautiful animal eyes. “Jax I’ve been thinking about you every moment!” Tyler exclaimed. Jax nodded, almost in a pondering manner. A deviant smile barely appeared, “And were you thinking about me when you committed the infidelity you just completed?” Tyler felt frozen. How did Jax know that? Was he watching him? How the literal hell would he know? Jax’s had was already on Tyler’s upper thigh, and beginning to get covered in Adam’s cum that was leaking from Tyler’s fresh slut hole. Jax pulled his hand away, bringing it up to Tyler’s mount. “Eat your cheater’s cum”, Jax ordered. Tyler freaked. He didn’t know if Jax was spying on him, he was in an alley, but still anyone could see from either side. He was still ridiculously turned on, but he pulled away. “This isn’t very private…” Tyler started. “I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK. AND NEITHER DO YOU. IF YOU JUST DECIDED TO BE A SLUT LIKE YOU WERE, YOU CAN LICK HIS CUM FROM YOUR ASS OFF MY HAND. NOW.”, Jax was incredibly firm. Tyler reached out to touch Jax while he began to let Jax’s cummy hand enter his mouth. Jax harshly swatted Tyler’s hands away. “Eat the cum you garbage slut.” Jax ordered. “I haven’t given you permission to touch my perfection. Tyler, defeated, began sensually licking the cum from his own ass off Jax’s fingers. Slowly, deeply, he tasted the melding of him and Adam off the fingers of the man he cheated on his lover with. Jax’s other hand pulled behind Tyler, gathering the next gob of cum to eat. Jax alternated hands for Tyler to worship and lick. Tyler was beginning to feel high off the disgust of the human being he was, but for what felt like hours, he ate as much cum that Jax could pull from his dripping hole. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Jax could no longer pull some measurable cum from Tyler’s hole and legs. “I missed you Tyler”, Jax’s tone changed dramatically, smashing his lips into Tyler, they made out like psychos. Tyler just moaned. His world felt like it was flipped upside down in lust. His hands reached under Jax’s shirt, feeling him up, caressing his boney body. Jax was doing similar to Tyler, but it was obvious that Tyler was the addict. He was touching Jax like he was a trophy, an object, something he couldn’t get enough of. It was it Tyler was trying to get his fingers to memorize every curve, the level of softness, the amount of smoothness, of every micro inch of Jax’s unbelievable body. “Are you thinking about Brandon right now?” Jax interjected while they were making out. Tyler seemed perplexed. “Um no Jax, I’m all about you baby!” He exclaimed. Jax looked disappointed. “You should be thinking about the boy you are lying to right now.” Jax cooed. “Do it. Feel it. You know that cheating is taking a hold of you.” Tyler felt more mass confusion within him. He know the level of wrongness in the infidelity he was creating was horrible, but he knew taking pleasure in it was beyond disgusting. He just nodded his head in agreement but was too focused on Jax to think of Brandon in any measurable manner. Jax continued his groping and kissing of Tyler, but he knew Tyler wasn’t thinking of Brandon. “Lets go babe”, Jax ordered. Tyler nodded. He didn’t ask where, he didn’t ask why, he didn’t ask how long, he just grabbed Jax’s hand and followed him down the alley. Jax approached an old rusty door further down the alley. He opened it, its hinges creaking extraordinarily, is if the door hadn’t been opened in a millennia. It was almost completely dark inside, yet a small glass block window let in enough light. It looked like a small manufacturing office or room inside. Tons of rusted metal objects and frames, an old cash register, rusted chains hung from the ceiling. Tyler paused as Jax tried to wave him into the darkness. Something didn’t feel right. Jax however, did not wait for any discussion about the current situation. He grabbed Tyler, thrusting him into the darkness, and forcibly walked behind him, slamming the door with fury, and turning the locking mechanism with anger. Tyler swung around after being pushed, seeing Jax take off his shirt, his skin and bones exposed in the light pouring through the window. Jax’s eyes began to change color, to a blood red hue. Tyler had been enamored by Jax from the moment he had seen him, but Jax’s now red eyes, looked like they went on into his soul for miles. He’d never seen anything like this, he’d never contemplated anything so out of this world. Jax slammed his hands into Tyler’s shoulders, Tyler stumbled, knocking over heaps of rusted mental frames and trinkets. Things were moving too fast. Tyler tried to regain his composure. Jax slammed Tyler onto the hard floor. Jax’s pants, which were practically plastered to his skeleton body, were being pulled down. No underwear, just his gigantic cock, with a massive bead of pre cum, was in front of him. Tyler, while in pain, instinctively went to suck it. Jax backhanded Tyler so hard the room started to spin. This wasn’t the somewhat playful backhand that Jax gave Tyler in the car the other night. This felt like hatred. “I didn’t tell you to suck it. Take your clothes off NOW!” Jax demanded. Tyler stripped, and before he had finally pulled off his little baby blue ankle socks, Jax again grabbed him angrily, flipping him over onto the cold hard floor and rammed into him. “Do I own you?” Jax demanded loudly. Tyler’s slut hole opened up for his lover, already wet with the remnants of the other boy he just cheated with. Tyler’s tone was more sultry than ever, just a determined, “Yes”, was uttered. Tyler’s face was smashed into the floor, his whole body was too. Jax went deep into him, fucking him like it was what he was meant to do. “Come away with me Tyler. Lets transcend this world for a real hell”, Jax then whispered in his ear. With that, Jax pulled all the way out of Tyler, staring at Tyler’s gaping hole for a moment, and then with the might of a thousand twinks, rammed so hard into Tyler that he slammed Tyler’s prostrate harder than he had every felt. Tyler began to convulse, an orgasm unlike anything he had ever felt was building within him so quickly. The room began to spin profusely, the kisses on his neck from Jax was like electrical bolts through his body. Tyler began seeing colors flashing before his eyes. Faster and faster and fast. Now the colors changed to blinding white, and as if a strobe light was placed in front of his eyes, it pulsed with incredible speed. The white then modulated to the same blood red of Tyler’s eyes, and then everything went black. Tyler looked down, seeing himself in a dirty deserted room, being fucked mercilessly by Jax. He felt, ethereal, as he floated above reality. Turning to his right Jax was floating next him. They were both naked, both almost transparent. The continued to float higher and higher above the scene below them, until it was just a white dot in a room of incredible darkness. Then the visions began to flow. Tyler saw himself with Brandon on their wedding day. The vision continued to modulate and flash alternate scenes. Tyler walking up the aisle, then a quick flash, Tyler was naked, then back to being in his tuxedo. As he arrived at the altar, another flash, Jax was besides Brandon, his tongue on his neck, Brandon’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Jax’s hand’s feeling up Brandon’s body. Flash again – the scene was back to normal, Brandon was receiving Tyler at the altar, the priest welcoming all the guests. Another flash, a naked Jax sitting in the front pew, jacking his cock that was now twice the size that it was in real life. Flash again – the scene returned to normal. As the boys said their wedding vows flashes back and forth of seeing Jax behind Brandon, touching him, staring down Tyler in hatred, and then in loved, and then in disgusted again. When it came time for the final kiss, Tyler leaned in to kiss Brandon, but another flash happened, Tyler was naked in the aisle, staring at the altar, Brandon saying “I do”, staring right into Jax’s eyes. Jax opened one eye to stare at Tyler, laying naked in the aisle, although he didn’t seem to be noticed by anyone else. As Jax and Brandon walked back down the aisle, Tyler was obviously invisible to everyone besides Jax. As Jax passed by Tyler, he raised his foot kicking Tyler in the face, knocking him out cold. Another flash, Tyler floated above the bed as Jax made love to Brandon on their wedding night. Brandon was screaming things about how he wasted his life with Tyler, and Jax was the only man for him. Jax was whispering horrors in Brandon’s ears about Tyler being a filthy slut, Brandon seeming so content about having Jax in his arms. Another flash, now another version of Jax was floating next to Tyler watching Brandon and Jax make sickening love in their bed below. The floating Jax grabbed Tyler and begin to make out, groping each other like maniacs, as they watched another version of reality with Brandon being in love with Jax below. Another flash, Tyler was tied to a dumpster in an incredibly dirty back alley. Dirty mattresses strewn the alley, other trashy twink slept on them, as Tyler, in a much skinnier form turned around to look up at Jax, who had his hand on Tyler’s head, looking down the street seeing 200 or so men lined up for Tyler’s dumpster ass. The first man entered Tyler, Jax kissed Tyler deeply, Tyler became one with being a slut in that instant, then another flash occurred. He was yet again floating with another version of Jax above the wedding bed of Brandon and Jax, yet Brandon was sleeping, and Jax was inviting men in. Jax was bent over, screaming and getting fucked, while Brandon lay asleep. Jax had pulled his new wedding ring off and tossed it in the corner, as he cheated on his husband while he slept. Another flash, Tyler was in a dark smokey room with a singular light in the center. Surrounding him, were gargantuan dark figures with blood red eyes. These looked like abominations. They chanted at him, “he is most beautiful”, “he must be corrupted”, “belongs to the darkness”. Their smokey claws, hands, whatever they were extended from the darkness, groping Tyler. Tyler realized he was chained to the ground. He couldn’t move. He felt immense pleasure at his situation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The chanting was like a drug, he felt like nothing else. These dark creatures, these dark things, could do what they wanted with him. Another flash, Tyler was back chained to the dumpster, and while he hadn’t experience all of it, he knew in his mind he had somehow taken 101 of the 200 men that had waited in line for him. Jax’s lips had been pressed to his while he was being destroyed. Then looking over Tyler saw his parents, starting in disgust. Tyler became harder at their disgust. They screamed at what a retched thing he was, how they never wanted to see him again. Multiple flashes occurred then, seeing Brandon with Jax, seeing the abominations, seeing Jax cheat on Brandon, seeing the real world version of what happened when Tyler cheated on Brandon with Jax, seeing himself cheat with Adam, flash after flash, like a slide show. The flashes slowed, and Tyler looked at his disgusted parents with vitriol and disgust himself. He screamed at them “This is who I am. You will touch yourself tonight at my perfection!” His parents gasped and ran down the alley, leaving a chained Tyler with a river running into a lake of cum that was pouring out of his ass. Another flash, the creatures had descended upon Tyler, kissing him, entering him, deep red fires burned all over the room, yet the creatures were pitch black, and Tyler kissed them all. Touched them all. His bliss was unexplainable, he was reborn as a demon, or so he felt. The creatures muttered in their deep guttural voices, “corrupt him”, “demonize him”, “twist him”. The room started spinning hard. Tyler couldn’t stop the spinning. The white strobing came back until the room became black. Off in the distance, Tyler saw a white dot, getting larger and larger, until he could make out. He was approaching reality again. He saw his skinny body covered in sweat, his face mashed to the ground, Jax’s big dick slamming into him with no mercy, a practical fountain of cum splurting out of his ass every time Jax slammed into him. Jax then pulled his head back as far as it would go, grasping Tyler’s soaked hair. Tyler watched himself in ecstasy, but couldn’t feel anything. Jax appeared next to him. He smiled at him, but this time he looked like the devil. As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, and Tyler felt himself being sucked back into reality. Moving closer and closer to his real body. Tyler jolted into reality feeling the immense force of Jax’s thrusts into him. The sounds were guttural. Lots of grunting and moaning coming from Jax and the sound of Jax’s cum being sloshed around every time he pushed back in Tyler. Tyler’s ass felt like nothing at this point, he could feel the ground underneath him was sticky wet, and he realized he was lying in a pool of his own cum, probably mixed some with the amount that was leaking from his ass. The amount of cum he was laying in, was outrageous. He must have cum more than he could have ever imagine. The amount of sweat pouring down on Tyler from Jax was extreme. He felt like he was being fucked in the rain. Tyler had momentary flashes of his out of body experience, but he remained in reality. In fact, he remained laying there, he didn’t thrust his ass back, he didn’t move. He just became entrenched into his dark actions, and gave himself like the property he was to Jax. Jax fucking Tyler on the hard floor lasted hours, the amount of cum was gross and Tyler began licking the lake that was surrounding him as Jax finished up whatever orgasm he was currently on. Tyler had cum in his hair, covering his entire front torso, and looked 10 times worse than he did when he was walking down the street hours ago. The light through the window was incredibly dim. It must have been late. Brandon would have gone to work by now. Jax finally pulled out of Tyler, and Tyler instinctively cleaned every inch of his cock with his mouth. “That was quite a transcendence.” Jax explained. Tyler was shaking, he was so weak at this point. “What do you mean babe?” “You left your body for many hours during that. I was there with you”, Jax said calmly. “What the literal fuck is going on?” Tyler snapped. “You transcended you dumb slut. You left to higher plain of ecstasy for a while. It happens with me, you’ll see. You go to a place where your hopes and fears all battle things out. You get to see vividly everything you are scared of, and your deepest wants.” “But I’ve never thought about you and Brandon together…” Tyler began. Jax stared at him with the same devil smile that he did right before Tyler had re-entered reality. “Oh baby, I never said I didn’t have SOME control of your transcendence.” Jax looked like evil as he continued. “I inserted the things I knew would live within you to help grow that guilt and wrongness that you are learning to love so deeply.” “So you pushed my mind to think about me being a dumpster slut and my parents finding me being so trashy?!” Tyler exclaimed. “Oh baby, I know what I inserted into your head, and it certainly wasn’t that”, Jax said, gently caressing Tyler’s cummy hair as they were both standing up. “You have some darkness buried deep in you at this point.” Tyler looked at his phone. 30 missed text messages from Brandon, and 6 missed calls. Jax was already opening the creaky door. “Now I will say my love, you look like the trashiest whore in the world right now. I certainly wouldn’t think you would be safe walking home looking like that on the city streets.” Jax taunted. Tyler could feel how fucked he must look. “You can maybe drive me home Jax?” He asked softly. Jax laughed, almost maniacally, “I think you’ll be safe in the back alleys….all the way home.” With that, Jax stepped out the door. Tyler rushed to follow him and was only a few steps behind him, although he was certainly walking funny from how blown out his hole was. As he reached the doorway he looked both ways, and there was no Jax to be seen. Daylight was waning heavily, a disgusting Tyler had to get home without being reported as a street whore in the nice area of town, and he had a lot of explaining to do to Brandon. Clothes soaked in cum and sweat, hair sticking in all directions, eyes sucken in, skin pale from the amount of energy exertion, Tyler stepped out from his room of destruction to make the long walk home and desperately tried to figure out how to handle Brandon.

Went out of town for some meetings Friday and Saturday. I tried to get some hookups in between meeting on Friday but they kept flaking. One guy from grindr said he was coming then said he didn't have time but would come over Saturday morning. I doubted he would follow through. Late Friday a hot cub on bbrts responded and said he would cum over Saturday morning. We exchanged number. Saturday morning the hot cub from bbrts texted and said he was ready. I got ready and he came over. Hot cub with a great cock and some deliciously smelly pits. He fucked me so good two times shooting his loads deep in my ass and made me shoot my load. Lots of verbal cumdump talk got me going! He was delicious. Then shortly after he left the other guy from grindr messaged me. I said well I already have two loads but will take a third. He said I am on my way. He walked in, I sucked his hot cock and then he flipped me over and rimmed me. Telling me how hot it was to taste my fucked ass and the other guys cum. He then shoved his dick deep in me pounding me hard. Cum was running out of my ass. He loved the sloppy hole. Didn't take him long before he added his load. When he left I beat off again tasting their cum from all over my ass!

Chatted up a trucker on growlr and he said he is in my area sometimes. A few weeks later he chats me up and says come over to my truck. Hell yeah i will! 30 minutes later im at the parking area and climb in the drivers door as instructed. In the dim light i can still tell he is a handsome rugged man, shaved head, goatee, 230, and quickly hardening cock. We start to grope and kiss and strip off our clothes. I drop my shorts and keep my workboots on. We get to suckin each other and then pushes me back onto the bed and sucks me. Then lifts my legs up and licks my balls, then taint, then ass. My boots hit the roof of the cab and he spreads my legs a bit more to expose my hole for easier access, then stands up, spits on his cock, and pushes the head of his cock in. My boots are firmly against the cab roof and ready to brace for the raw fuck. The truckers cock is a thick 7" and pulls his cock head out, adds a wad of spit in my hole, then pushes back in slowly. Cock is more than half way in and slowly starts fuckin. Picking up the pace and goes in a bit deeper with each thrust. My cock is oozin tons of precum. He pulls out of my ass, grabs my cock and precum and adds my precum to his cock. He pushes his cock back in my ass and starts fuckin balls deep. Hurts a bit at first but i tell him to keep fuckin. The trucker is really sweatin now and the cab is definitely stinkin of man sex.... hes hittin my hole hard and im strokin my cock, hes gruntin like a pig in heat and tell him to keep fuckin, no pullin out. You opened my hole, u gotta breed it. He says he never pulls out and winks at me and now hes doin deliberate deep fucks feelin his nut sac hittin me each time. His cock feels even harder and about 30 seconds more of deep fuckin he stays balls deep and grunts and he floodin my hole with his load. I jerk my cock a few more times and shoot my load all over my belly. He slowly deep fucks my ass, my hole feelin real wet now.... his orgasm subsides and his cock slips out of my hole. He collapses next to me and we're in a ball of sweat.

Here I was taking this man’s cock raw, Hell he has been fucking me for almost 5 months now. The feel of a raw cock as it fucks me makes me horny and lust after more cock. This is, after all, why I'm here. Hell, it’s not as if I don’t get fucked raw or fuck ass raw on a regular basis, but there was something more about this man pounding into my hole, making my hole twitch and open up, that gets me more excited. As he always does. At 24 years of age I was desired by older men. Hell, even the younger ones wanted me. My 5’11” height, 185 pound body, tight from running and going to the gym was in good shape at least for now. I keep my chest shaved because that’s how I like it, even though hairy chests are hot in my book. As the pig in me became ever more pronounced I started pumping my nips to make them into fat erasers, ready to be pulled, sucked and chewed on. I had seen a site online with men that had hot bodies and big puffy nips like I was starting to develop and thought Why not? I never knew working my nips could add so much pleasure to the sex. I guess my brain is simply wired for this. How did I get here? I always knew I was gay. I regularly jerked-off in high school fantasizing about my phys-ed teacher, but my first actual sexual experience occurred when I went off to college. I was working at the local restaurant chain when one of the regulars asked if I wanted to hang out with him and he ended up being my first, but, that is a story for another day. My first raw cock was spur of the moment and afterwards I was scared shitless. I had let the guy cum in my ass. Would I get HIV? Was the guy sick? I worried about it until I realized I was boned-up, thinking about what I had done. I had taken raw cock and loved it. After that I never asked tops to use rubbers, and when I fucked a guy I only wore one if the guy asked. The long and short was that if my partner didn't ask we didn't use them, and within a year of this I found I was no longer using them at all. In fact, wouldn't hook up with anyone who wanted to use them. Back to the present, I dropped my shirt and pants, got up on his bed, presented my ass doggy style. I always went commando, so I was ready for this man to fuck me with his nine inch uncut cock. His body was still in good shape and his tattoos made me want him even more. Did I mention I could never get enough and needed him to fuck me and share another of his loads with me? By share I mean plant it deep inside of my ass. As he shoved his cock into my body, he grunted, remarking with annoyance to find there was a load already in my ass as as he liked to be my first of the day. He never liked it when we used any lube although, if it was cum, he would allow it. He pounded me hard from the get go, just to remind me that he was in charge. As always. My ass was pulsating around his cock, milking it, and my slutty inner ego took over wanting, all but demanding that he shoot his load into me. With luck I would get another out of him later. I wanted him to cum in me planting his seed deep into my hole. As he fucked me my thoughts wandered for a few seconds. It wasn't that I was becoming a pig. I was a pig. And a nasty one at that. I couldn't fuck or get fucked enough. Anything the other guy (or guys) wanted to try with me I was happy to go along. I was taking plenty of loads up my ass and was even using a plug to keep the loads up there. I started working my ass and it was able to stay tight, even as I accommodated any sized or shaped cock. And yeah, I enjoyed sucking the guy clean afterwards, tasting my ass juices and his seed. But how still did I allow it to go this far? When Steve spoke it brought me back to the present, asking "You okay?" My response to him was simply "Fuck me harder.” He flipped me onto my back and began piston-fucking, which caused me to moan even louder. I could feel my ass getting slick with his precum. He was a big cummer and I usually left with some of it leaking out of me. He fucked me like this for about another five minutes. He was never one to last too long, and true to form he asked "Where do you want this hot load?" with a special emphasis on the word hot. "Blow your load in my ass! Share your DNA with me!" Then he asked the question he often asked when fucking me, "What do you want from me?" "I need you to POZ me, and mark me as the true pig I am" was my reply. Chuckling, he replied "I think that's just what we're gonna do." His veiny cock was thrusting longer and deeper now, his breathing increasingly labored. I knew he was about to blow his load. And cum in me he did. As always, he filled my hole with a huge load which combined with the remains of the load I had taken earlier. I clenched down to keep his seed in my ass so I would be lubed for the next guy that day. Steve never liked for me to linger so I pulled up my pants and quickly left. As I walked down the hall I opened the door to Eric’s room. He was already undressed and sporting a boner for me. He told me he heard us next door and knew he would be next. At one time he must have been a real looker of a man but HIV and AIDS takes a toll on men especially the men of this ward. Eric was very thin now and had a bloated stomach. Soon he would be bed ridden but I promised him I would let him fuck me until he couldn't any longer. He also promised as he has a very highly potent cum and he was going to make sure that my ass was bred with it. In fact all of the men of this ward wanted to make sure I shared their loads until I had all of their strains in me. This ward was an HIV ward and all of the men in it were infected and sick. How did I become this bottom pig? In fact you may say at this point a chaser, since I was more than willing to take their loads. In fact I needed to, but that's a story for another day.

So today, I needed a genuine piss while in market. 2 cubicles one occupied, this had small holes in the wall to peep through, I did and met another eyeball!!!. I had shorts and T shirt on dropped to my knees and kneeled under the partion. Hand reached under, wanked my cock, stroked my balls, but became interested more in my asshole, rubbing it, fingering etc, whispered come in here. I got up, heard him unlock the door, I went in to met by a 72 yr old bloke ( told me his age later) his cock was rock hard, he told me I was Hot. He then pulled my shirt up behind my neck, licked my pits and sucked both my nipples whilst wanking my cock. He then got me out of my shorts, hung them up and bent me over the WC and ate my hole out, groaning, he was fantastic, turned me round and deep throated my cock, awesome, he took his time, bent down, pulled a little tin of vaseline out of his pocket, rubbed it on his hard dick, then rimmed me and put vaseline on my butt, All I had on was my sneakers, hd parted my cheeks and slid right up my ass, it was awesome, I was so turned on, he fucked me good and hard, groaned and grunted and came deep in me, I shot up the wall. He then cleaned me up, helped me to get dressed, thanked me. Seriously, he was one of the best fucks I have had.

After a pretty uneventful weekend (sex wise) I had to go back to work. I called in sick and headed to the doctor, he scheduled a blood test and we talked about prep, I went straight to the lab and got the test. I couldn't stop thinking of the very first fucking I got from Thomas, how he pushed me aside and how even still with all the sex I've had, his is the one I can't stop thinking about. His cock hit different spots, I've had bigger cocks than his, but for some reason I remember feeling his the most. I wanted to show him my negative blood test, egg him on in a way and see what kind of fucking he will deliver. I got a text message when I got back to my car. 'Fucking slut where are you today' from Johnny. 'Called in sick today' I replied. 'Are you sick?' 'No' 'See you at the second floor at lunch then.' Well I wasn't planning on going into work, but my cock betrayed me, and my hole got almost wet with anticipation. 'ok' I sent back. I went home, cleaned out and put on a jock strap I ordered off Wish. It says "Addicted", I felt it to be pretty accurate. I put on sweats and a plain T so if anyone from my office saw me I could lie and say I was just picking up someone but felt sick. I got to the 2nd floor and the door was locked, I knocked, no answer so I waited. My cock hardened like it understood what the 2nd floor meant now and it strained against the jock. What felt like 30 minutes but was probably more like 5 Johnny and another guy walked up, masks on and the guy unlocked the door. We walked to the usual gate and like usual my arms were wrapped in the chain after I stripped and I was chained to the wall. A blindfold was tied around my head and my mask was left on. I felt 4 hands rubbing me down with what felt like massage oil. My jock was pulled down a bit, and a hand grabbed my balls and gave them a good hit, my knees buckled and caved inward. "Spread 'em" the man said. My balls were hit 4 more times, my cock no longer hard, and then I felt it. i cheated and looked through the space between the blindfold and my nose, I saw a chastity device being placed around my soft abused cock and balls. I started to get hard again, this time thwarted by the device AND the jock. My hole was lubed, and I heard the shutter of a camera open, I was being filmed. The first cock wasn't Johnny, it was the random guy who he brought. His cock was a good start, he lasted a good amount of time too, I was able to milks cock using the muscles of my ass, squeezing my ass around his cock as he pulled outward, and letting him ram into a nice loose asshole. He finished and before Johnny took his turn a poppered rag was shoved into my mask, sending me into a tailspin, the only reason I was standing was the chain holding me up. Johnny took his turn, he was rough, slapping my ass, my chest, my back, and he talked dirty telling me he can't wait for Thomas to use me like he was used on Friday. Telling me he wants to film my conversion, and help Thomas and his crew fuck me up. I couldn't get hard, but I was definitely loving every second. The rag was pulled from my ask and I was asked what I wanted, "More cock or my girlfriends pussy" I said "More cock please". Poppers were once again administered to the rag and shoved in my mask. A new guy replaced Johnny's spent cock, and I gave it, and each cock that took me that day the same loving and care my hole could provide. I could feel the cum and lube running out of my ass, dripping down my balls onto the floor and down my leg. I once again tried to remember each cock like I did at the gang bang. My favorite fucking of the day was #4, I would bet money that it was cock #7 from the gang bang. I don't know how many different cocks I took but I know I at least had 8 loads in me. It was quiet for a while and I didn't hear anyone else come in, it sounded like they all left. I heard someone walk in, turn the camera off that was recording me and put it away as they walked out. Someone entered again, inspected my used up ass, and ran their hands around my stomach and ass, then unlocked me, and unwrapped the chain. I went to take my blindfold off but their hand held it on. They walked away and left. I waited about 5 minutes before undoing the blindfold and finding my clothes. I slowly left the file room, and exited the room. I walked to my car, the whole building was pretty quiet. There was a lot of time between cocks today, they kept me chained to that wall as guy after guy wandered into the room to use me as they pleased. My cock was locked up but I was horny as hell. I went home, showered but left what ever was in my ass alone. I searched the internet for a good way to get 1 more load in me tonight. This device will drive me insane this week if I can't cum. I think that's the idea. My only pleasure will come from getting men to use me. I can't wait for this gangbang from Stephen and Cory, and I wondered if Thomas would be at the end of the gangbang or another day devoted to my Pozzing. I got an email from the lab, Negative, I printed multiple copies of the results. - Katie's night - I got home from work and logged onto the computer, horny as fuck with Marks seed deep inside my ass. There was a new video uploaded from my new favorite User on xvideos "StraightBait" I clicked on the video, a young guy, chained to a wall in what looked like a warehouse, getting railed from behind by a guy who deposited his load and another took over, between guy's the video sped up which turned me on more that this bottom was left waiting in this room for hours as guys came and went. I imagined this bottom being my boyfriend Trevor, taking loads up his "bitch" ass, as Thomas put it. drove me wild and I came without my vibrator. I don't know why I want someone to put my Boyfriend in this place, but the idea of him taking dick in his ass better than me turns me on so much. I got a text message from Mark, my hole ached. 'New contract in San Jose this weekend, flight leaves Friday morning."

I suppose I just have to much of a kinky side to have ever lived a vanilla life. It was my wild side that got me into trouble one night when I hooked up online looking for some sort of group or exhibitionist scene. I met an older white guy into 20y.o. latin guys (me) who said he'd be willing to fuck me at a particularly cruisy park. The deal was that while I was there I was his boy; I obeyed his instructions and did only what and whom he told me to do, but my terms were no fucking without rubbers and nothing that would land me in jail. It sounded like a pretty hot scene and the guy had a talent for dirty talk, so I agreed to meet him there in an hour, showered and douched. When I arrived, I was glad I had come. He was a stacked fifty-something white daddy type that totally fit my domination fantasies. He gripped my head in his hands and delivered a big, intrusive mouth kiss to make his claim, and then spat on my face at the end of it just to seal the deal. My hands started to wander over his body, but he grabbed them and pushed his face up close to mine. "The deal was you only do what I say. That clear, boy?" I was loving it. He led me up a path in the park to a relatively secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes and pushed me to my knees, pulling out an impressively sized cock for me to suck on. I have a gift for sucking dick, and it didn't take him long to become rock hard in my mouth. I was so absorbed in the process that I was only vaguely aware that we had company, but when he motioned for me to stand up again I realized we were surrounded by five other guys. This was about the tipping point for me between "hot sex fantasy" and "situation I can't control or escape from if this goes bad," so I was pretty nervous. The daddy commanded me to lean against the tree so that he could eat out my ass. "Getting nervous," I whispered, to which he slapped my ass and told me to follow orders. I did, but my eyes were tracking the guys, who were now had their pants down and were pulling at their dicks. That said, it became hard to focus on anything once daddy started eating my ass. He had a beard that tickled my ass when he ate it out and drove me wild. While he was doing that he pulled out a bottle of lube and greased up his dick, although I was entirely sure if he was into fucking or if he was just jacking off. That became clear after a few minutes when he pulled his mouth off my ass and immediately positioned his cock to slide inside me. I reached into my pocket for a condom before he could push in. He grabbed me by the chest and pushed me close to him, his dick right up against my ass, which was struggling to stay closed against him. "Condom," I said, holding the wrapper up. "I want your sweet little ass raw, baby," he responded, trying to push inside me. Somewhat more sharply I said, "We had a deal." He chuckled at that. "And here I had to go and find me the one bottom with a spine." He wrapped the condom over his dick and relubed before positioning himself at my ass and bending me forward again. I grabbed the tree for support and braced myself, trying to relax in the somewhat awkward position of not being on an even surface, but he was surprisingly gentle entering me. I love a rough fuck as much as the next bottom, but I always appreciate tops who know to start off slow and work up to it. At this point one of the guys came up to my face, which was at crotch level, and held out an eight or nine inch dick in front of my mouth. I was watering to suck it while daddy fucked me, but I knew the rules of the game, so I didn't do anything. I figured even asking would be wrong. Disloyal, perhaps. If he wanted me to do it, he would offer. The man became more insistent, even grabbing my head, but I didn't respond. The man looked up at daddy and said, "I thought this one was just a hook-up? You been training him to take orders?" "Nope, seems he's a natural." Wait, shit, they knew each other? The man in front of me said, "Well, order him to suck my dick. I'm getting blue balls standing here." "Boy, these men are my friends, and you are going to suck them and let them fuck you same as me. Understood? Suddenly I wasn't so sure I was up for a starring role in an orgy, but no use complaining about it. "Yes sir," said with more certainty than I felt. I immediately started sucking on his dick, taking it all the way down my throat for as long as I could stand and then resurfacing for air. One of my favorite tricks is to lick the balls while I am all the way down on a dick, and the guy was loving it. It also distracted me from what Daddy, who had been building up speed. I think maybe he felt like he needed to get my attention again, because without warning he pulled his dick all the way out and rammed it all the way into me again, causing me to yelp slightly and tighten. He did it again and again in rapid succession, until on the fifth or sixth time my ass was able to stay a bit more relaxed rather than automatically tightening. Then he started power fucking me while slapping my ass. My prostate can only take so much intense stimulation from being punch fucked all at once, and the feeling had become so intense that it was passing pleasure and becoming painful. I should maybe be greatful for the fact that he had size, technique and style, but endurance less so. He only fucked me for about five minutes before he he came loudly, pulling me up to bite my neck and ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm in my ass. All at once he pulled out and ripped the condom off. He turned me around and presented my ass for the guy I had been sucking, whom I dutifully provided another condom to. This guy was not shy about ramming it in all at once; fortunately his dick was maybe slightly longer than daddy's but not nearly as thick, and I was able to take it pretty well. I try to avoid using poppers too much, but I figured at this point surviving the night would mean pulling out all the stops, so I pulled out my "Emergency, in case of getting gangbanged" bottle from my pocket and took a couple of deep hits before sucking the next man's dick. The second stranger definitely had stamina, and was probably showing off a bit for his friends. He would pull all the way out and in, do circle motions, fuck hard and then slow and then hard again. I was more or less just along for the ride, so I just focused on my mouth and keeping my balance. When he finally came, he was so loud that I was afraid he would alert the entire park. The next guy told me to take off all of my clothing. I looked to daddy for confirmation, but he just nodded, so I obeyed, grateful that it was a warm night and I hadn't brought my phone or wallet into the park with me. He fucked me on my back in the dirt, with my legs on his shoulders. He was a white dude who wanted me to call him "papi" and liked to pull all the way out of my ass while he was fucking me and then just barely stick the head back in several times before forcing it all the way back in. After maybe the fourth time doing this he paused before putting it back in my ass, which set off my alarms. It was the first moment I suspected someone of tampering with the condoms, and I asked him if it was still on and tried to reach back. He assured me it was, but batted my hand away. I tried again, and he pinned my hands down and force fucked me while staring directly into my eyes. At this point I figured I had done my due diligence and decided to take it on faith and enjoy the ride; if he was lying there wasn't much I could do at this point anyway, and he was my favorite top of the lot so far anyway. He rode me like that for another two or three minutes before coming silently, still staring straight into my eyes, shaking with the force of cumming but not uttering a word. The next guy was an older latin guy, athletic but wiry and with a beautiful big dick. He was also the most sadistic of the group. he started off slapping his dick on my face and force fucking my throat until I was gagging, which I'm pretty good about controlling under most circumstances. He slapped my face with his hand hard enough to hurt and then made me beg for him to do it again. Generally he pushed me just a little bit farther than I wanted to go, which was clearly the point. Then he had told me to stand up and face Daddy, which I did. He stuffed my own underwear in my mouth as a gag, and had Daddy hold me tightly, pinning my arms to my sides. In rapid succession he stuck one, two, then three unlubed fingers into my ass, which hurt like hell the way he did it. With daddy holding me, he brought the fingers up to my face and smeared them on my face and nose. "Smell that, bitch? That's the smell of the loads of the four guys who just fucked you. All of the guys here have been popping the condoms when they fuck you. I'm not even going to bother faking the rubber." Wait, what? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I looked into Daddy's eyes, who smiled almost gently and cooed, "Shhh, what does it matter now? It's done. Just relax. Just enjoy it." And here's where someone else, a more dominant guy, someone who wasn't as kinky or as horny as me would have acted differently. That guy would have fought back like hell, maybe get the shit beaten out of him but not given into this on principle and maybe gotten away at that point. But me? I thought, "you're right, what's the point?" It's not like I could deny that being barebacked was a huge turn-on, and whatever damage was done was already taking its course. I could always see the emergency clinic tomorrow about Plan B or PEP or whatever it was called. Tonight, I might as well enjoy getting fucked. So I didn't scream or cry or fight. With some effort, I spat the underwear in my mouth out and looked Daddy in the eye. "Kiss me, sir." "Fuck you, you don't give orders, kid." Not backing down I said, "Fuck you, you didn't keep your end. Kiss me." He did, forcefully and passionately, conceding even while he reasserted his dominance with his lips and tongue. Meanwhile, the guy behind me lubed up and put his head at my hole. I knew this was going to be brutal, and sure enough he fucked me as hard as any of them for a good fifteen minutes without ever taking a break or going gentle. He taunted me, saying things like, "Maybe before you came into this park tonight you were a man. Now you are nothing more than a cumpdump and a faggot. You will never be anything more than that after tonight. After tonight you'll only ever be good for taking loads from real men. Beg me for my load to fill up your faggot ass." When he finally came he must have shot ten wads into my ass while he whispered, "I'm breeding your ass. I'm breeding you. I'm going to make you pregnant with my babies, a real man's babies, you little cocksucking whore." Even as he was going soft he didn't pull out. Instead, I felt a flood of warmth deep in my ass as I realized that he was unloading his piss inside of me. Apparently this really did it for the next guy, who fucked my piss soaked ass and didn't last more than a minute before cumming. To each their own, I guess. I thought the final guy in the group was also going to fuck me too, but he made me kneel in front of him while he said, "I don't fuck used up whores." I had to admit, that successfully stung a bit after everything I had just been through. He told me to open my mouth, and let loose a stream of piss that started there but then covered my face and body before zipping back up and walking away. Daddy shoved me over a low branch, saying, "you stink, faggot." This didn't stop him and two of the other guys from fucking again and pissing in my mouth and ass, respectively. Oddly it wasn't hurting; I was feeling a bit light-headed and very horny. Later I pieced together that some of the dudes must have been high and when they pissed on/in me I was getting a contact high. All I knew was that I suddenly went from resigned to eager about the idea of taking their cum inside me. Fortunately, Daddy came prepared with a towel and some sanitizer so that I could clean up a little. The other guys took off one by one, until Daddy and the sadist (who went by Jesse) were the only ones left. Jesse was the last to cum in me for the second time, and as he was finishing he looked up at Daddy he said, "Any chance I could borrow your new toy for a day?" Daddy looked nonplussed. "I like this one. I might just keep him. Besides, you tend to break your toys." Jesse raised a hand and said, "you'll get him in mint condition. Or at least not any worse than whatever condition he's in now. Thing is, I still don't think this bitch has truly accepted his place in the world as a cumpdump for real men, and I have some thoughts one how to go about making him see the light. Just one day. We'll meet you at the baths tomorrow night and he'll be all yours. I think you'll like the results." I sat there numbly, Jesse's dick still dribbling cum into my ass, realizing that they were talking about me like meat and I didn't particularly seem to mind. And while I didn't really want to go with Jesse, if Daddy said yes, I knew I would. Daddy considered it for a bit, then said, "Fine, one day, all limbs attached and no permanent psychic scarring. Boy, you follow him like it's me, understood?" Jesse responded with a wicked smile: "cross my heart. Come on, kid, you can pick up your car tomorrow night. Your coming with me now." I nodded to Daddy and followed Jesse out of the park and into my new life.

Just got back from my first CumUnion in LA. Hosted at a BDSM venue near the airport. very chill, no attitude. Started out topping a few guys, saving my load for the right slut tho then I got spit roasted I. Front of everyone on a fuck bench by two tall hung daddies. Balls slapping my ass and my chin they took turns and both loaded me up. I finally unleashed a 2 day load into a cute little otter who yelped when I started humming all in all took 3 and gave 3 loads

I was talking to this guy on BBRT and he invited me to his hotel room. On my way there he asked how man loads I had in me. I told him 0 and he told me he wanted me to get loaded up before coming to see him. His hotel was near an adult bookstore so I stopped there. The first booth I checked out had a big white cut cock sticking through so I got on my knees and began to suck him using my saliva to lube my hole. I got his cock nice and wet then backed my ass onto his cock. After a few strokes I felt his cock spasm as he shot in me. I opened the door to the booth and a PR guy walked into the booth and pushed me down to my knees and pulled out his cock. I started sucking him off and his big uncut cock grew even larger. I noticed another cock slide through the glory hole and I started sucking that cock while rubbing my hole on the PR guys cock. He told me he didn’t do anal, so I backed my ass up on the cock through the glory hole and sucked the PR guy off. He shot his load down my throat and left. I went back to sucking the cock through the glory hole and after a few minutes the door opened and a young Indian guy came in. I sucked him off while riding the glory hole cock. The Indian guy said he wanted to fuck me so I started alternating between the 2 cocks. The Indian guy told me he was going to cum and he shot deep in my ass. I invited glory hole guy to my booth and he was a hung little white bear. He shoved his cock in me and pounded me hard till he shot in me. After he was done, I messaged my BBRt guy and went to his room. He ate the loads from my hole then spit them back in alternating between fucking me and eating my hole. Finally he shot his load in me and sent me on my way. I stopped by the ABS and took one last load from this hung Venezuelan guy. He insisted on a condom so I let him. We had no lube so the condom burst after a few strokes. He kept going and bred me deep. When he pulled out he seemed shocked it broke, started freaking out a bit, then ran from the booth.

Some of my friends here know I was partnered to an HIV poz and undeteactable guy. I am firm supporter of U=U and as a PrEP clinic supporter, I had been asked a few times to talk to folks going through the whole process. So, it always disappoints me when U=U friends are treated like crap. My little rant at the beginning. So, I was surprised at a recent event when a friend and regular FWB who is hearing impaired and U=U, reached out for a play session that resulted in the two us unwittingly started to to use nearby technology as a 'prop' and role play tool. Neither of us saw it coming - but we both caught on real quick and used it to ratchet up our already VERY hot sex to a new level. The event: A regular FWB texted me Saturday afternoon two weeks ago ... said he was bored and horny. He told me that had tried to set up a couple of fuck sessions that afternoon, and both guys were dickheads towards him when he disclosed his status. Was I around for a romp and help cheer him up??? I was indeed around. In fact, I had just sat down naked at the computer to logon and see who was around and horny. Perfect timing. We always had physical and deep sex. We both loved to kiss and touch. It made it more special by the fact that he was 100% hearing impaired. While I've tried to learn some basics (which always makes him smile), his primary method of communication is a combo of laptop and iPad. He always walks in and we hug and do some kissing, then he sets this whole thing up in the kitchen in a few minutes and we are ready to go. The laptop displays BOTH our conversations. I talk slowly and clearly and the voice recognition software almost immediately converts it to text on the screen. Then he reads and types on the iPad as a reply. Between my slower pace speaking (which is a nice change) and his 'mad' typing skills... you would be impressed how 'real time' the whole thing turns out. Amazing stuff. So he showed up. Hugs. Computer gear set up. Couple of nice drawn out kisses and he is already rock hard and grinding against me. He IS horny. No longer bored tho. His Dad is in poor health, and he has been helping out a lot. He told me that it hasn't left him much 'alone time' to at least even stroke off between helping out with his family and his self-employed work ... so he had a 'few' days loaded up inside him to share with me. I planned to milk it out with my hole. Or both holes. I'm flexible that way. I knew exactly what he needed. Took him by his hand and led him downstairs to the sling. He smiled and nodded and jumped right into it. I had him lay back, legs spread wide and hole on the edge. Then I proceeded to put on a two-part cock ring - you know the one that lifts your balls right up/out and the other part is wrapped around the base of your cock. Once those balls were right smack up there in my face I licked them, and sucked them into my mouth one at a time, then both at once. His moaning was all the confirmation I needed. His cock started leaking pre-cum, so every 4-5th swipe at his balls, I worked his cock deeper into my throat. We kept this up for a while. Then I started licking down his taint to his naturally smooth hole. He's a ginger and his ass cheeks are milky white, smooth and his hole is light pink. Fucking gorgeous to eat. I heard him gasp, when I spit on the hole and rubbed across the lips of his ass. He was gyrating a little to try and get me to slip my finger inside. I kept taking extra spit and throat juices every time I switched and started opening my hole with my other hand. It felt slick and amazing on my opening hole. I ate his ass, licked his balls, swallowed his cock and worked one, then two fingers into him. I gently stroked his prostate while sucking his balls and cock. I used my fingers on him to open him a little and stuck my tongue into him, between my fingers. He moaned even more. I wanted his balls churning and his prostate aching to dump a load. It appeared to be working. I used my tongue to provide all these oral services on him until he suddenly bolted upright and pulled himself out of the sling. "Get in" he demanded (and yes... he can say a lot of recognizable things... the better I got to know him and understood, I could understand a lot of his sentences. But this? This was a demand. I had heard it before. I knew he was horny, as, fuck....... I was in the sling about 2.5 seconds and he slid his cock up and down across my hole to lube himself up. Then he reached over and grabbed hold of my leather harness. He stopped and looked at me for a half-second and plowed his cock into me in one slow, deep thrust. Right to those popped up balls of his were resting on my hole. Then he pulled out to the edge... so I could squeeze his cockhead a few times. He made sure he had a good hold on the harness and started to hammer my ass. He was off to the races. He slammed into my hole over and over. I pushed my hole down onto his cock and relaxed it completely so he could push further into my second ring. Trying to get him in deeper. He was grinding in slowly, and deeper and deeper. We both wanted to see how far he could push his rock hard cock into my hole before he unloaded deep inside. He was patient. I'll give him that. Here's where it gets really interesting. Remember I said he is 100% hearing impaired and we use some very cool voice recognition software to communicate?? I was talking dirty to him the whole time I was sucking his balls and his cock and his hole. He has told me that the vibrations from my voice are VERY hot for him to 'feel' and he said he loved me talking dirty while I was working him over. He also loved feeling my chest rumble and could feel the sound of my dirty talk against his body. While I was working on his cock and balls and hole, I realized he had brought the iPad down with him and laid it against the table beside the lube and poppers. Holy Crap!!!! The iPad was still capturing all my talking... as long as I talked slow and clear. And so, as I was working on his cock, balls and hole I kept a steady patter of dirty talk going. I knew he would be able to see it all later - when he picked up the iPad. Or.... maybe I should let him see that it is recording. In case he doesn't want that to happen. So, when I hopped into the sling, I reached over and grabbed the iPad and turned it on an angle so he could see what had been recorded in the chat window thus far. I looked at his face for some type of comment, nod or reaction to seeing what was on the screen; so I would know whether I would be turning it OFF or leaving it to continue to record. That was the moment he sank his hard cock into me, balls deep in one push. I got my answer. He looked at the iPad and said... "Wow. Hot" and nodded. And that... was when he really started to pound me. Oh, he pummeled my hole for quite a while. I was dirty talking to him about loading me up. Breed me!! Seed me!!! He was sweating and muttering the entire time. I knew he was enjoying what we were doing. He kept looking over at the screen and would dig DEEPER when he read what I was saying. It was real-time, dirty fucker talking. I finally told him to quit holding back and cum and seed my hole with his cum so he could use it for lube. THAT put him over the edge and he started groaning and slapping my ass and I could feel the warmth of his cum seeping. I could feel it wrapping around his cock with each slow pump. He leaned in for some kisses, but didn't pull his cock out of my warm, wet ass. He just kept stroking in and out nice and slow. I grabbed the iPad and asked him if he was going to give me a second load? He smiled and nodded his head and started to pick up speed. He had not even gone soft that entire time he was stroking slowly in / out. My hole was full of his cum and my spit and the feeling was amazing. MUCH better than lube. I kept egging him on. Telling him to stop for a second so I could squeeze his cock... and he moaned when it happened. I asked if he liked my ass muscles gripping his cock? And he started fucking and had a moaning mantra started now. He was in 'the zone' and his hard cock just kept trying to get deeper and deeper. He was in no rush. He could see what I was saying as it displayed on the iPad ... and he would groan and fuck harder as I begged for his hot seed. We both enjoy dirty talk and role play. I mentioned he is undetectable. Suddenly, I could hear him chanting a little while he fucked his rock hard cock in and around my sloppy ass. Sloppy with his first load. I wanted a second load, and kept asking for it. Then he blurted something out and I looked over at the iPad. It picked it up. I was impressed, because it aligned with what I 'thought' I had heard. He had his eyes closed and this smile on his face as he fucked. And he had said to me "will you take my poz cum? do you want it?". Pretty simple and straightforward and clear. I decided to see what his reaction would be if I was asking him to load my ass with his hot cum? and tell him I cannot wait for a second load of his poz cum deep in my guts... and so I poked him and nodded towards the iPad. I squeezed his cock as I watched his eyes flare open a little and his breathing get faster and his fucking got harder. He kept looking at me, then over at the iPad. So I kicked it into high gear for him and really started asking him to seed my hole and breed me deep and pound my ass. I begged him to please seed my hole with his poz cum. Again. I told him we could BOTH feel his first load of 'hot cum' sloshing around my ass and his cock. He had dumped a major load. I pinched his pink nipples and yelled at him to breed me with his hot cum. He could 'feel' the louder voice and he could read the request. I wanted his cum. I wanted it as deep as possible in my raw, dripping hole. All of which he did. As soon as he dumped his second load into my guts, he dropped to his knees and started to felch his own load straight from my hole. He licked my swollen ass lips. He probed for cum with his tongue. I laid back, breathing hard and taking some hits of poppers and kept a quiet discussion going - telling him to eat the cum from my hole... and asked if my ass lips were swollen from his hard pounding? and told him I was going to push more cum from my ass out onto my red ass lips for him to lick. And I did. And he did. It was fucking spectacular and we both really enjoyed it. We took a bit of a breather and had a toke. He typed out that he was extremely turned on by the dirty talk and the poz talk as well. Nobody had ever done this in 'real time' with him before. I couldn't believe it. But he said it was a 'first'. He said he was pretty sure I would get into the dirty talk with him. I told him ALL the dirty talk was very hot. And now we have something we can try out regularly. We then went back at it again. He was so turned on with this new 'dirty talk' recording that he blew TWO more loads in my ass within the next hour. I was sore as fuck the next day. And it was worth every minute.

Well, you make a great toil girl. If you were my boy I would never use a toilet or a urinal. Your mouth would be my personal port a potty

The same thing happened to me, I only became SLUT after 45... It was a waste not to have enjoyed it sooner...

Part 7 A few months later I was, unusually for me, in something of a reflective mood. I had enjoyed every minute of my week in Scotland - the scenery, the food, the company, the relaxation and, most of all, the horny sex. It had all been quite unexpected and it felt like I had spent most of the week dumping my toxic cum up a series of extremely fit lads. I had certainly never thought that I would see David, who had always been fanatical about safe sex and quite judgemental about barebacking, on his back begging to have his cunt loaded with dirty cum. I had also enjoyed the horny sex I had with Josh and Max and my dick always got extremely hard every time I thought about shooting my babies up Max, while his boyfriend kissed him and told him he loved him. My dick got even harder when I got a message from Josh a couple of months later which said "Thanks!" This was immediately followed with another message which simply said "Mission accomplished." So why was I in a reflective mood? Around this time my new car needed a service and I decided to take it back to the company I bought it from. This was, I admit, partly in the hope of getting another fuck with the good looking, straight car salesman who had sold me the car. Adam was a good looking dark haired guy in his early thirties, who lived with his girlfriend and their two children. While on the test drive, Adam had told me he liked to have sex with guys now and then and we had fucked in a quiet country lane a few days later. Although Adam had asked about condoms initially, he had not asked my status and he had not seemed too worried about me fucking him bareback and loading up his tight, hairy arse. I booked my car in for service and when I took it in to them I didn't see Adam. As the guy who served me was filling out the paperwork I asked casually about Adam. The guy told me Adam was off sick. Apparently he had been unwell for a while - he had had a really bad dose of flu a couple of months before and seemed to have got over it but then it came back and they weren't really sure what was wrong with him. I couldn't help wondering myself. I thought back to Adam bent over the car, begging me to fuck him harder, and then I thought of how he had said he liked doing it with guys because he could get "a few things that his girlfriend couldn't give him". I knew I had knocked up both David and Max, and I couldn't help wondering if I might also have planted a baby in Adam. I thought about Simon, and Jack and the train guard and some of the other guys I had fucked recently. I had always found it horny not to know if I was leaving anything in the guys I fucked - but now, for the first time, I wasn't so sure. Reflecting on my fuck with Adam, I started thinking about some of the horny experiences I had had with straight guys and some I had with guys who thought I was straight. I'd had a really horny experience just a couple of months earlier, when I had taken my nephew, Alfie, to his football match one Saturday morning. Alfie is keen on football and is actually quite a promising player. He trains two nights a week and plays for his school on a Saturday morning. I sometimes help out my sister by taking Alfie to let her get on with work and other things and one of the things I had noticed was that, very often, people would assume I was Alfie's dad. This particular morning was quite cold - and I wished I had put on warmer clothes. During the game, I got talking to another guy who was the father of one of the boys on the other team. We chatted for a while and he was telling me about his son and then asked about Alfie. As with other things, I don't lie - if someone asks me if I am Alfie's dad, I will tell them I'm not - but if they don't ask, I don't always tell. It was clear that this guy assumed I was a dad like him and soon he was telling me his name was Graham and that his wife was pregnant and how this meant he wasn't getting very much in the way of sex. "That's tough," I said, with the air of one who had been there. He nodded. "Sometimes it's really tough," he said. I nodded again. "It's like you just need some relief," he continued. "You can only do this," he made a wanking gesture, "so many times a week." I grinned at him. My dick was beginning to harden and I was fairly sure his was too. He was quite a fit looking guy - blond and stocky with an arse that really filled out his trousers. He leaned in closer "Sometimes you feel you'd do anything for some relief," he looked at me. "You know what I mean?" I told him I knew just what he meant. Just beside the football pitches there was a tea bar and behind that there was a wooded area. A few minutes later I had signalled to Alfie that I was going to get a cup of tea and I was following the guy at a discreet distance as he made his way in to the woods. I wasn't sure what he had in mind - and I thought it was possible he was just wanting us to wank off together or to wank each other but I was up for that. A little later we were in the woods in a little clearing. We could still see the football pitch from there, but no one could see us. Graham unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his knees along with his white underpants. His cock was already semi hard and he took hold of it and began to wank. I did the same and soon we were wanking together. After a while he looked around and then got down and took hold of my cock. I closed my eyes as he began to suck me. He sucked me really well and a big part of me wanted to let him continue sucking me until I shot my load in his mouth, but after a while I pulled him up. His cock was fully hard and I went down on him and started to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He hesitated for a moment and then he turned round and bent over. He had a really fit arse and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. He moaned, "Oh fuck!" as I began to lick his hole, pushing my tongue as far up him as I could. I licked him for a bit longer and then I stood up. "That was fucking awesome!" he said and then he lowered his voice "Do you want to....you know.....fuck me?" "Are you sure?" I said and he nodded. "You up for it?" he asked. I waited a moment and then I said "Go on then." as if making my mind up. He bent over again and reached round to pull my cock towards his arse. I didn't think there was any way he could take my cock with just spit but he pulled his cheeks apart and soon I was pushing my cock slowly but surely right up him. When I was fully up him he asked me to give him a minute and then told me to go for it. He leant forward, his sweatshirt hitched up and his trousers and pants at his knees as I began to fuck him. I love fucking like this, pants down in the bushes with nobody nearby any the wiser. He was wanking now as I began to fuck him harder and it was not long before I felt myself getting ready to cum. As it happened, I hadn't cum for a few days and I was fairly sure that he was going to get a big load up his married arse. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I began to unload my cum into his arse. I pulled out and he stood up and began to wank. After just a couple of strokes he shot his load. A short time later, we were both back at the side of the football pitch. When the match was over I watched him getting into his car with his son, a nice big load of cum deep in his arse. I had another experience with a guy who thought I was straight just a few weeks later. I was meeting a friend who was heavily pregnant for coffee in Hampstead after work. We went into the coffee shop and I helped her to a seat and then went to get our coffees. At a table nearby was a group of lads who were clearly in good spirits - one of the lads, a good looking guy with dyed blond hair was being quite camp and a bit loud at times. It didn't bother either of us and at one point when I had looked across at them, a dark haired lad sitting next to the blond lad had grinned at me and I has smiled back at them. We had another coffee and a good catch up and when we finished it was just getting dark. I helped my friend up and she took my arm as we left the coffee shop. I walked her to her car and then decided that, as it was just getting dark and I was horny, I would try my luck at Hampstead Heath. The Heath can be hit or miss in the early evening but I made my way up there and soon I was on the main path. There were a few guys about and it was still light enough to see what they looked like. As I walked along the path there was somebody walking just in front of me and I was fairly sure it was the dark haired lad from the coffee shop. He stopped a little way in front of me and stood at the side of the path. I moved towards him. "Hey," he said with grin. A few minutes later we were making our way off the path and into the bushes. When we reached a good spot he pulled me towards him and began to kiss me. As we were kissing, he unzipped my trousers and soon his hand was in the front of my pants, playing with my cock as we kissed. He broke off "Do you want me to suck you?" he asked. I nodded and he grinned again. "Where's your partner?" he asked. I couldn't think what he meant at first and was about to say so and then I realised he thought my friend and I were a couple. "Oh," I said, "She's gone home for a rest." This was perfectly true but I couldn't resist playing along with his belief that I was straight with a pregnant girlfriend. "I don't have long." I said. He wasted no time and soon he as on his knees and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me really well and just as I was getting close he stopped sucking and motioned to me to turn round. "What are you going to do?" I asked, in my best suspicious straight guy voice. "I want to lick your arse," he said. I hesitated, but after a while I let him "persuade" me and soon I was bent over and his tongue was right up me. He licked me for a good long time, playing with my cock as he pushed his tongue right into my arse. "Oh fuck," I moaned "That's amazing, lick my fucking shithole!" I could tell he was really turned on thinking that he had his tongue up a straight guy's arse and after a while he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I nodded and he reached into his pocket and brought out some lube and a condom. I didn't say anything as he lubed his arse but then he looked at the condom and a gleam came into his eye. "Do you want to do it without this?" he asked. "It's up to you." I said and he grinned. He put the condom back in his pocket and bent over against a tree, his arse in the air. I stood behind him and pushed my bare cock into his arse. He grunted and leaned further forward as I began to fuck him. It was a brilliant fuck - we were both really into it and I fucked him really hard. He seemed to enjoy this and moaned for me to fuck him even harder. I was close now and my breathing was getting heavier. "Are you going to cum?" he panted "Yeah." I said and he moaned again "Oh fuck......fuck!" I began to cum and it t felt like I was never going to stop - I really bred him. When I had finished cumming and pulled out he stood up, mopping his brow with his T shirt. "Oh fuck!" he said "That was awesome." As we pulled our pants up he looked a little guilty as he said "I don't normally fuck without a condom," adding with a grin "but I couldn't resist!" I grinned back at him and as we made our way back to the path he said "I'm Steve, by the way" I said I was Lee and we shook hands. I had cum really heavily and I was feeling very satisfied. I knew that Steve had only let me fuck him without a condom because he thought I was straight, but somehow this just made the whole experience even hornier. I've always found it horny that so many straight guys are really protective of their arse holes. I've often found straight guys can take a lot of persuading to let me lick their holes or even look at them. That said, a surprising number seem quite happy to let me fuck them. As I've said before, I often pick up on a guy's interest when I am showing and letting flats and I will usually give them a card with my mobile number on it and ask them to give me a call if they have any questions or would like another viewing. A surprising number take me up on it and it's very often one half of a couple - and not just the gay ones. We manage a number of flats in a very high end block in West London and one morning I was doing a viewing for a couple who were selling their house and wanted to rent a flat for around 6 months while they looked for another one. They had brought their son with them as he would be home from university and would be staying with them. The son was around 19 or 20 - good looking, dark, tall and slim. He looked very like his father, although the father, who looked to be in his early 40s, was now greying. He too was a really good looking guy. It was the wife who did most of the talking and asked most of the questions and I couldn't help noticing that, in the background, the son was cruising me quite obviously. We finished the viewing and I handed cards to each of them asking them to get in touch if there was anything else I could do for them. From the knowing look he gave me when I handed him my card, I fully expected to get a call from the son. A little later in the morning I got a call - but it was from the dad who asked if he could have another look at the flat. I said no problem that could be arranged any time and we agreed to meet in the early afternoon. I was genuinely curious as to what he wanted - he had sounded just slightly nervous on the phone and I wondered if he might actually be up for it. He arrived a short time later and asked a few questions about the flat and asked to see round it again. I was just thinking he might actually only be here to see the flat again but then he cautiously made his move. He didn't say very much but indicated that he was up for a blow job and soon his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a nice big cock, with hairy balls and legs and I really enjoyed sucking him. After I had sucked him for a while, I tried to turn him round so I could lick his arse but he shook his head and motioned me to suck his cock again. I sucked him for a while longer and then, out of the blue he said "Do you fuck?" I said yeah and he nodded and, a little to my surprise, he produced a little pack of lube and opened it - he had obviously come prepared. I was quite happy to be fucked but just as I was going to take the lube from him and bend over I realised he was rubbing it into his own arse - result! We were in the second bedroom and he knelt up on the bed and leaned forward. I stood behind him and pushed my cock against his hairy arse hole. "Just go slowly," he said "I don't do this very often." I pushed up him slowly. I believed him when he said he didn't do this often - his hole was very tight and it took a little while to get fully up him. I gave him a minute to get used to my cock and then I fucked him - gently at first and then a little harder. He gave little grunts as I fucked him and before too long I came deep inside him. He didn't hang around - he pulled his pants and trousers back on and was out the door in seconds. I had to go off and carry out another viewing and about an hour later I got another call. This time it was from the son - Paul. Paul didn't waste any time on preliminaries- he asked if I was up for some fun and could he meet me at the flat? I said yes and we arranged to meet almost immediately. I was thinking I just had time for a quick shower before he got to the flat and then I had another idea. I told him I was on my way back from the gym and didn't think I would have time to shower. He said that was fine, in fact, he would quite like it if I was a bit sweaty. We met a short time later and Paul had my pants down and my cock in his mouth almost as soon as we were in the door. He was really into it and sucked my cock eagerly "Mmm..." he said "Nice and sweaty!" He had no idea that he was sucking a cock that had been up his dad's arse just a short time before and I found this a real turn on. I turned around and told him to lick my arse, which was also a bit funky now. He didn't hesitate and his tongue was up there in seconds. He rimmed me for a while and then asked if I wanted to fuck him. Paul couldn't wait to spread his legs for me. He wanted it on his back so I took him into the second bedroom and soon his legs were in the air and my cock was up his arse. Like father, like son - there was no mention of a condom and I fucked Paul on his back until I was close and then I motioned him to kneel up on the bed. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot a big load of dirty cum into his arse - breeding him in exactly the same place and position as I had bred his dad. In the end, they decided not to take the flat, so I never got to fuck either of them again. I had another horny experience with a guy who assumed I was straight a few months later. I was called by the police after one of the flats we manage was broken into. The guy who rented the flat, an accountant, was abroad and they contacted me as a keyholder. I went along and the place was in a bit of a mess - the door had been kicked in and the frame was splintered. They had also made a bit of a mess in the flat, drawers were pulled out and stuff was all over the floor. We have tradesmen that we use but the police had already booked a joiner to repair the door and I agreed to wait for him. He arrived a bit later and right from the start I found him quite irritating. He was quite loud and, I thought, a bit full of himself. Anyway, he got to work on the door and seemed keen to chat to me so I thought I might as well as I was stuck there anyway. He did pretty much all of the talking and after a while he announced that he had to go for a piss. I heard him piss noisily in the toilet and then I heard him call "Hello, what's this? He emerged from the bathroom waving a fair sized rubber dildo and told me it had been lying on the bathroom floor where it had obviously been pulled out a drawer. "Ooh," he said in a high voice "A gay boy!" I knew he was referring to the tenant and I looked at him. "I don't think he is actually - in fact he's not long split up with his long time girlfriend" "Oh," he said. I think he knew he had really pissed me off. He reddened a bit and said "Yeah, I shouldn't have....I shouldn't have made assumptions. I suppose some couples do use......" His voice trailed off. "As a matter of fact," he said after a short pause, still rather red in the face, "My girlfriend's been trying to persuade me to try it." "Really?" I said. He nodded. "I told her no fucking way!" he said with a laugh. "How did she take that?" I asked and he said "Oh well, you know what women are like." I nodded "I know it's usually best to keep them happy." I said in my best straight bloke voice. "I know," he said "But that......no fucking way!" A thought seemed to occur to him. "Has anyone ever asked you to......you know" he said, looking at the dildo. "Well," I said "Yes, actually." "Fuck me," he said "Did you do it?" I nodded and he said "Fuck me!" again. "It's not too bad when you get used to it." He looked disbelieving and I said "Do you want me to show you?" Without saying anything, he nodded. I always carry a little pack of lube with me and I reached into my pocket. "Are you really going to do it?" he asked with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. I nodded. "Watch this!" I said. I pulled off my shoes and then removed my trousers and pants. I lubed up the dildo - and squatted a little. I pushed the head against my arse hole and he muttered "Fuck! You're actually going to do it!" I pushed the dildo up my arse and then began to push it in and out. "Oh fuck," he said again., "What's it like?" I said it feels good and asked him if he wanted to try it. He shook his head. I continued fucking myself with the dildo "You should try it," I said, "You know, try something new, surprise your girlfriend?" He shook his head again but I could see he was wavering. I continued to fuck myself as he moved in closer to watch. After a short time he said "Fuck it......I'll try it!" He pulled his shoes off and then nervously pulled down his jeans and underpants. "Take them off," I said "It's easier. To my surprise he pulled off his jeans and then his pants and bent over. I moved in behind him and started pushing the rubber cock against his arsehole. I took some lube and put it on my fingers and said "This'll help." I started to rub the lube into his arse. At first he went to stop me but hen he let me do it. I pushed the dildo into his hole and he gave a yelp. "It's ok," I said, "just give it some time." I was slowly pushing the dildo into his arse now and he had stopped resisting. I pushed it about half way up and then began to fuck him gently with it. He groaned "Oh fuck, I don't know if I like this!" He didn't stop me though and I could see his cock was getting hard. "New experiences!" I said "Think how pleased your girlfriend will be!" "Yeah," he moaned. "It's not so bad!" He was getting into it now. I had unzipped my trousers and was playing with my cock and I knew he had seen me. I moved in closer to him and showed him my cock. "Do you want to try another new experience?" I asked him and he nodded without saying anything. I pulled the dildo out his arse and moved in behind him. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock, and pushed. My cock was about the same size as the dildo and I figured if he could take one he could take the other. He did - he leaned forward and let me fuck him- giving little grunts and playing with his cock. After a while I could tell he was getting uncomfortable and I knew that I would have to be quick if I wanted to cum in him. I was quite close anyway and after a few more thrusts I began to squirt my cum into his arse. He didn't realise I was cumming at first and then he suddenly said "Are you cumming in me?" I told him I was as I shot the last of my load deep into his arse. I thought he might be pissed off but when I pulled out he was alright. "That was a lot more fun than I expected." he said. Then he frowned "We should have used a johnny." he said "I hope you're clean." I leaned in close to him and said "Don't worry, I had a shower this morning." He grinned at me uneasily and then got on with the job. He was finished quite quickly and he left almost immediately. I'd love to know if he's ever let any other guys fuck him and cum in his arse. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. So, as I said, I was in a reflective mood and I was thinking about all these straight guys I had fucked. I was also thinking about my friend Neil, who I told you about earlier. Neil has always been totally straight, but I had started helping him out by sucking him off. when we used to work together. This had progressed to me licking his arse (he took a lot of persuading initially but very quickly found that he loved it) and then on to him fucking me. We had fucking discreetly for quite a few years now and I knew that Neil enjoyed it as much as I did. He had never liked his arse hole being touched, although he loved being rimmed, but recently I had started rubbing and fingering his arsehole when I was sucking his cock and he hadn't stopped me - even when I had lubed my finger and pushed it right up him. One time he was fucking me on my back and I was playing with his arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and began to finger him as he fucked me. This seemed to make him even more horny and I kept fingering him, pushing my finger deeper up him each time. When he was getting close I began to finger him really hard. He leaned forward and kissed me as I fingered him - something he had never done before - and kept kissing me until he shot his load deep up my cunt. He had not referred to this afterwards but now quite often when we fucked he was kissing me and letting me play with and finger his arse. I was thinking of all these things and wondering if I should bite the bullet and go back on meds. But I really didn't want to and after a while I decided not to think about it any more for now. In a couple of weeks, Neil and I were going on a stag weekend to Berlin for one of his best mates, Lewis. Neil was Lewis's best man and he had asked me to help him on his mission to make sure Lewis kept his promise not to get up to anything with another woman while he was away. I was quite looking forward to it.

I need cock deep in me today

Get offline! and get out there! ^ that's what I'd tell my younger self. I have so much more spontaneous fun at nude campgrounds, saunas, bars, etc. but wasted too much time on online pic collectors.

I don’t do a lot of external wiggling - I have found it to be a risky maneuver. While some Tops may enjoy it, more often than not I have found that tops feel that too much movement by the bottom disrupts their rhythm. A Top is focused on the signals he’s getting from his cock, and is generally trying to find the best angle/speed/friction that generates the greatest pleasure. If he finds it and then I suddenly change everything up by bouncing my ass around, it can be very annoying. I think that’s why Tops so often pin us down in place while fucking us. I’m with you, however, in not thinking much of dead-fish lazy bottoms who just lie there. I move my ass plenty - but I do it internally. I’m always practicing squeezing, tightening, relaxing, pulsing the muscles inside so that I can massage, stroke and tease a cock when it’s in me. I don’t do it often because I believe a Top should be able to fuck me as long as he wants, but if a Top is ever really hurting me and I need him to climax so that he finishes with me, my ass can get it done in a hurry. I’m not proud of it, but I can do it.

I heard from a top I hadn't heard from since the pandemic started. Said he had a surprise for me. I got to his place and dressed as requested. Light blue panties and matching thigh highs. He had a matching crop top the said FAGGOT for me. Also a blue leather collar that said SLUT. He was going all in. Then he told me this wasn't the surprise. He put me on my knees and left the room. He had a tray and on it were 2 containers. He held them down for me. Full of cum. Now the 3rd top I've turned on to freezing cum to play with. Over a pint of nice warmed up cum! He wanted to watch me play with it. So I took the first container and poured it on my face, took about half to coat my face. The smell was overpowering. The rest I sucked into my mouth and then blew back out. Cum Bubbles! He then told me he wanted me to swallow the rest, the second container. He wanted to watch me swallow his cum while he jerked off. The smell and taste was amazing, the feel of so much cum in my mouth, coating my throat. He stuck his cock in my mouth and came almost instantly. He started using his fingers and cock to feed me the cum on my face again. We sat and talked a bit, him asking me what I thought. My cock was rock hard and he wanted to see me eat my own cum. I jerked off into one of his containers and then poured it into my mouth. It made him so hard and horny to watch me eat my own cum, he wanted me to blow him again. Covered in drying cum, feeling like a true cumslut. It took a while for him to cum again, more cum on my face. We talked a while before he let me use his shower. He plans on doing it again but really wants me to try and get another of my frozen cum tops to play together. I'm such a cumslut!

So liking black men is a fetish? Ridiculous.

I’m so horned up I can’t think straight (intended). You could take this story several ways and I’d approve of all of them

CHAPTER 5: ADAM Nothing had transpired with him and Brandon after Tyler’s night of hell. Brandon didn’t seem to suspect anything, and Tyler certainly hadn’t said anything. Tyler dreamed of Jax every night, his hand would ferociously jerk his dick thinking about Jax. Everytime he told Brandon he loved him, the guilt was overwhelming, yet somehow it would make Tyler so hard he would have to leave the room to blow multiple loads. Then the guilt of getting off to the guilt of his infidelity would turn him on again. Tyler didn’t understand. He had so many levels of guilt he couldn’t even think straight, but everything was a domino effect. Each feeling of guilt manifested into Tyler wanting to cum, and cum, and be touched, and be bad. There was still plenty inside him telling him to stay good, to love Brandon, to treat that night like a horrible mistake, but never speak of it again, yet he know deep down he would have a hard time staying the straight and narrow after what happened to him. Once he had exhausted multiple orgasms for the day, he would tend to feel like he had gotten it out of his system, only to realize not even an hour or so later, that he craved it even more. Several days after that night, Tyler got a text from Adam. “I need to talk to you, can you come over?” The text inquired. “Whats it about?” Tyler asked. “Just come over please.” Tyler arrived at Adam’s apartment, where a tight pair of shorts and a sleeveless tee, his skinny body glistening in the sun. Adam answered the door shirtless, his face was full of pain, and he waved Tyler inside. Collapsing on the sofa in front of Tyler, his head in his hands, Adam broke down. “I didn’t know who else to talk to,” Adam said. “What do you mean Adam? What is this all about? We aren’t even that close!” Tyler said in a slightly exasperated manner. “What do you mean what is this about?” Adam exclaimed, “We cheated!” Tyler felt shockwaves shooting through him. How did Adam know? How could he know? He had left with that boy in the club. Plus, Aaron and Adam had an open relationship so how could Adam have cheated? “Those boys were all about you Tyler! I know they must have touched you to the extreme after I left.” “Uh, Adam,” Tyler sighed, “You know I am 100% loyal to Brandon. They were a bit flirty, but I drew the line. You should know that Im not about to cheat on Brandon.” “Oh, shit. Man Tyler, with you being the hottest thing in that club, I figured you’d let go, and just went for it. Those boys were hot too. Fuck. Now you’re not going to understand.” Adam sighed. “I’ve been cheating on Aaron with that boy from the club every day. He’s insane, he makes me take him bareback in front of all the happy pictures of Aaron and he begs me to tell him that I love him. And fuck Ty, I like it. I can’t stop it. I feel gulty as fuck after these 4 to 5 to 6 hour long lovefests are done, and it makes me horny. How can guilt make someone horny?!” Tyler felt the guilt begin to rise in him. Like getting a hardon in a crowd and being uncomfortable, Tyler felt himself immediately desperate trying to think of something to calm the burning fire that was going within in as soon as Adam started talking about guilt.” “Tyler, I’m masturbating like 20 times a day in pleasure every time I think about my guilt! What the fuck, it feels amazing, it feels wrong, but I don’t understand. We were supposed to tell each other everything, but it feels so much better to tell him nothing. It feels so much better to tell someone else that I love them and then bullshit it with Aaron. What the fuck is up with me?” “Adam, I….I….don’t know what to say buddy,” Tyler gulped hard, “I’ve just never gone through this before. I really can’t counsel you on this.” Tyler could see Adam’s tears, mixed with rage, mixed with a growing dick in his athletic shorts. Tyler was feeling like his control was being eroded at breakneck pace at this point. The jolts, shockwaves, tingles, shooting all throughout him thinking about cheating, guilt, and what is was doing to him at home, and now hearing someone else giving into it, made trying to keep his horniness almost impossible. His dick started to grow. Considering the size of shorts Tyler was wearing, it took practically nothing before it was obvious through Adam’s tears that Tyler was aroused. “Why are you hard?” Adam said, almost angrily. “I’m not,” Tyler lied again. Adam could see the darkness rising in Tyler, along with his average dick now being rock hard. Adam reached and grabbed Tyler’s now pulsing cock, and Tyler yelped. “Adam!” “Tell me to stop” Tyler was about to say it but he realized he couldn’t. “What, do you like this shit? Lying piece of shit!” Adam was more angry than horny. His grief, guilt, and internal hatred for himself was manifesting as sexual, but it was clear his anger was key. Tyler relented, “I mean, I mean, just maybe it turned me on just a little bit? I mean not a lot, I mean….” Adam slammed his lips into Tyler’s violently. Their tongues swirled, and then Tyler pulled away for a breath. “How many did you sleep with that night?!” Adam demanded. “None!” Tyler again lying harder than ever “FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU WHORE!” Adam roared. “HOW FUCKING MANY??!” “NONE!” Tyler was yelling back. Adams hands were beginning to grope him. Fog was entering his head. His mind went to Brandon, then to Jax, then to Adam’s anger staring him in the face. “I don’t fucking believe you for a second!” Adam screamed as he began to unbutton Tyler’s tight shorts. Sweat began to pour down Tyler’s face. The guilt bubble inside him was at a boiling point. His dick was pulsing, memories of that night were jolting him into the stratosphere, he felt the same loss of control he did with Jax. This perfect, sweet, sensual, beautiful disaster was overcoming him. He was weak, useless, trashy, and couldn’t hold it in any longer. “AT LEAST FUCKING 40!!!!” Tyler howled. “Oh you fucking lying, cheating disgusting slut!!” Adam returned the howl. Ripping off Tyler’s shorts down the smoothest, skinniest legs he’d ever laid his eyes on, he felt his dick pulsing uncontrollably. “And I bet it was all unprotected….” Tyler just looked down, he gave in to guilt, to shame, and Adam lifted his skinny legs in the air. “Well I guess you’ll love me in you raw, and not knowing where my dick has been then you fucking TRASH!” Adam plunged into Tyler without another moment’s hesitation. Fireworks shot through Tyler, the room disappeared, colors of every spectrum shot around him, his nerves were on fire as every sensation felt like heaven and hell mixed into some dark maniacal emotion. He wasn’t in Adam’s apartment anymore. He transcended space and time. Visions of his lovemaking to Brandon, his horror committed the other night, intertwined, fighting each other, shattering into a million pieces only to re-emerge to fight each other again. Tyler saw visions of Brandon sobbing, Jax laughing, Bastion breeding. Tyler saw two paths emerge. A glowing beautiful vibrant utterly blissful relationship with the man he loved, visions of 5, 10, 15 years down the road together in the most happy ways possible. The other path was his skinny body soaked from the rain in a back alley, his knees smashed into the concrete as his face was pressed up against a dumpster, rivers of cum flowing out of his perfect pussy, and a line down the alley, down the street and across town to enter him. “You. Don’t. Know. Where. My. Dick. Has. Been!” Adam screamed, every word was a gigantic thrust into Tyler. “Take that fucking shirt off.” Tyler relented, pulling his shirt off, showing off his wet, sweaty skin matted to his skinny frame, his metal and diamond piercings shimmering in the light. Their lips met again, this time anger melded with lust, Tyler felt love, then realized it was silly to feel love, and then realized he wanted to feel it, and then felt guilty. The guilt drove pre cum to start pouring out of his dick. “Gawd I used to think you were so perfect but you are goddamn utter trash!” Adam was still screaming. His hips were working into Tyler’s still incredibly loose hole. “You can tell you went fucking slut mode on Brandon you dumb fuck. I can barely feel my cock in your ass, and its fucking amazingly hot!” Adam continued pumping Tyler, Tyler’s head bobbing back and forth. He really was in another dimension. Adam would pull him out of his stupor, but then fell back into it. Adam’s words were dulled by the feelings Tyler was having. Again his mind watched visions of him being a back alley cum dump and he could feel the love that his future self had for what he was doing, and then his visions would change to a sobbing Brandon, and Tyler couldn’t understand, but he felt content. “I’m going to put my fucking babies in you and make you MINE!” Adam yelled. Tyler snapped out of his daze, “But I’m not yours,” he whispered quietly. Adam backhanded Tyler across his face several times, still increasing for fury in his fucking, then licking softly up and down Tyler’s neck and whispering, “You know you want to be mine.” Adam’s tone went from so angry to so sultry and it deepened the darkness swirling in Tyler. He felt new sensations shooting through him as Adam made his statement, a wanting, a belonging, a reason for new pleasure. “Make me yours them,” Tyler sighed. Adam screamed like an animal, ramming so hard into Tyler that Tyler lost his breath. He felt Adam slam his prostate so hard, cum began shooting from his dick, and then the fire hose of Adam’s dick began to blow his DNA deep within Tyler’s slut hole. “Kiss me better than you have ever kissed Brandon!” Adam orderd. And so Tyler did. He felt Adam and him ascending into the heavens, staring down at the world, electricity shooting out of them. He felt pregnant from the amount of cum deposited into him from Adam, and went limp in his arms. Adam pulled out of Tyler, and Tyler instinctively cleaned his dick with his mouth. “You’re disgusting, but that hole is mine,” Adam claimed. “ You will come over here whenever the fuck I want, or Brandon is going to know fucking EVERYTHING”. Adam had gotten his fill, and now his rage was back. Tyler could see this rage pleasured him, he was enjoying this, he was falling in love with his own anger and letting it consumer him. Tyler put his clothes back on, exchanging kisses with Adam and letting Adam grope him as he tried to get dressed. “I will ruin your relationship if I have to, do not make me go that far” Adam demanded. Tyler didn’t say a word. Adam for a moment, was taken a back. Tyler’s eyes, they looked like a cat’s eye, and animal eye for a brief second. Adam blinked, and it was gone. Must have been the light. There was no resolution. Tyler never agreed to come back, or denied Adam’s statement. Hair disheveled, sweaty, panting, and still higher than could be described, a defeated Tyler walked towards the apartment door to leave. Adam looked at his phone, Aaron would be home soon, otherwise this bitch would not have only taken one load of his DNA for the day. Adam felt he had Tyler hooked. He had no idea what was swirling in Tyler’s mind or the mania that was beginning to ensue. Adam’s phone vibrated with a text message as Tyler left the apartment. “FROM BASTION: WANT TO GO TO HELL TOGETHER TONIGHT ONCE AARON FALLS ASLEEP?” Adam smiled, a wicked smile. That Bastion boy really knew how to defile his hole. “WHENEVER YOU WANT, MY REAL LOVE”, Adam replied via text.

CHAPTER 3: WITHOUT MERCY White hair had blasted into fucking Tyler’s ass like a psycho at this point. Where Jax was trying to create some measure of dark lovemaking, White hair was just blitzing Tyler’s ass like a fiend. There was no mercy, and these huge cocks on all these twinks were just going to open him up to the extreme. “Cmon you fucking faggy faggy faggot take this big fucking dick”, White hair pounded mercilessly, running his hands up and down Tyler, pulling his head up to kiss him, then slamming him back down on the table. “Oh shit you sure are a fucking dirty bitch!” Jax leaned over to Tyler and kissed him deeply. Tyler’s body was flailing wildly and completely, and Jax was surprised at how well Tyler was taking it as a champ. “This is only the tip of the iceberg my love”, Jax cooed. Moans were all that were heard from Tyler. His chest heaved heavily, his body covered in his own cum stains. “Fucking Jax cmon I’m tearing this bitch up like the goddamn trash he is”, White hair groaned. Jax shot White hair a look of a pure hatred, “Watch yourself Bastion!”, he yelled. So Bastion was White hair’s name. The thought entered Tyler’s head and then was gone in a fleeting moment as further brutality was brought upon him by Bastion. “Oh Bastion!” Tyler moaned, which only turned Bastion into a higher level of maniac that was just losing his mind on Tyler’s perfect twink ass. Another boy came up behind Bastion, turning his head back, deeply making out with him, and then sliding into Bastion with no lube and no effort. The new boy fucking Bastion had a more guttural voice. “Fuck this is such a nasty slut hole you have Bastion!” he groaned. “Shut the fuck up whore boy you love my fucking nasty hole You know its been seeded by a horrific amount of nasty fucks! Tell me you love it! Tell me you love it! Each thrust new boy pumped into Bastion ricocheted into Tyler. Tyler was in the clouds at this point. Bliss was an understatement, it felt like he understood the world, his purpose, his life, all in an instant. Of course he was then transported back to the present with another boy egging him on about cheating on Brandon. “Oh shit look at this hot boy of yours that loves you so much!” the boy held Tyler’s phone in front of him, “You nasty fucking cheating whore. How easily you fucking broke for our perfect bodies and massive dicks. You have to be the weakest piece of shit I’ve ever met!!” The boys were laughing maniacally, and Tyler gazed at Jax to see his own reaction. Sadly, Jax was laughing as well, but Tyler felt comfort in Jax appearing to oversee the operation. Was this gorgeous skinny twink the leader of the rest of these gorgeous skinny twinks? Tyler yelled in pain as Bastion went has hard and crazy yet. He had pulled the other boy out of his loose hole so he could get maximum leverage on pulling completely out and ramming back into to Tyler. Unlike Jax, this wasn’t a slow thrust that shook his every being, waiting for the reverberations to quiet before pulling out and going again. No, these we wild full insane thrusts quickly in and out of Tyler. Cum was still dripping from Jax’s unfathomably large load and Tyler could feel it running down the back of his ass and could hear the commotion under him has boys fought for the recycled loads. Bastion pulled his face up to Tyler screaming at the top of his lungs, “get on the ground with me now and ride my fucking massive cock like garbage you are whore!!!” Grabbing Tylers neck he snapped him up off the table, slamming him to the ground. Bastion rolled on to his back still scream, “Get on it! Get on it! Get on it fucking now! You don’t waste my fucking time you psycho!” Tyler obliged, sliding right down on to Bastion’s dick, the sound of his soaked ass squealing as he plunged himself up and down as the boys encircled him again, touching him, kissing him, and whispering utter filth in his ears. Tyler looked like he had gotten out of the shower, he glistened in the smokey light of the room. He watched Jax pacing around the group, like a shepherd watching his sheep, a sadistic yet gratifying grin on his mouth. For the first time, Tyler saw Jax’s back. Between his shoulder blades, in bold lettering he saw it. Tattooed for all to see “HOMEWRECKER”. Extreme guilt shook Tyler to his very being, but Bastion was not going to let him slow down. “FUCK. YOUR. CHEATING. ASS. ON. MY. RAW. DICK. NOW!” Again, the screaming was like something from a horror film. Tyler came again without even thinking, someone gently licking his lips as he stared at the mark on the boy he was falling in love with. So perfect, yet he was fucked up. Tyler ran the gamut in his head of every emotion and every memory of his beautiful Brandon to the massive amount of guilt that he was having in this moment. “Every fucking thrust into you I want to hear the name of the boyfriend you are mercilessly cheating on you fucking trash!” the psycho Bastion screamed. Tyler had no other thought but to oblige, at first whispering Brandon’s name but as Bastion egged him on more and more, it went from a whisper to him screaming on every thrust. “What a goddamn animal you are you filthy twink!!” Bastion roared with pleasure. Tyler continued screaming Brandon’s name and it felt like Bastions dick grew another inch. He wasn’t just touching Tyler’s prostrate, he was pounding it into oblivion. Tyler’s head was spinning, the music still pulsing through him. His dick was covered in his own cheating boy juices and yet another massive load shot up in the air without him touching himself at all. Bastion roared louder that a tornado, and pulled out of Tyler slamming into him with the fury of hellfire, their eyes met, the stars aligned, their mouths gaped open and Bastion threw Tyler on his back when what felt like a garden hose unleashed inside him. Cum was spraying so deeply in him, sloshing and slamming his prostate. He kept crying out Brandon’s name. Bastion was laughing maniacally, out of control, and his whole body was convulsing from the orgasm he was having. The rest of the boys were holding him up and inside Tyler, who’s hole was so loose now it was like a fountain dripping cum everywhere. “Oh baby,” Bastion exclaimed, his voice much more soft and loving, “you are one amazing devil boy!”. He kissed Tyler with all his might, sending shivers all down Tyler’s spine. The rest of the boys began to fight for Tyler’s hole, and the night progressed. Bastion was certainly the wildest, he would watch for sometime and then jump back in just to blow another big load into Tyler. He’d push the boys fucking him off just to get back inside. He was certainly the wild one of the bunch, yet none of the boys were tame. Filth just poured from their mouths at every turn, the fucking was extremely high energy and Tyler was experiencing the pinnacle of pleasure, at least that’s how he felt inside. A river of cum poured out of Tyler every time another boy pulled out. Bastion was loving up on Jax as the last few boys were dumping their loads into Tyler’s unfaithful hole. They were making out as Bastion asked Jax, “Do you think there’s anything left of his soul?” Jax laughed, kissing Bastion like it was their wedding night, such a gross display of lust and affection. “Baby”, Jax said to Bastion, “There’s plenty left, you know that. And this is truly nothing compared to the next weeks and months upcoming!” The continued kissing like animals, lust visually apparent between them. “You know there are many more harbingers my deep love!” Harbingers? Tyler heard that word. He also heard that this wasn’t the end. The last boy had finally finished with him and the crowd wish disbursing to other couches, rooms, alcoves to continue making love to each other. Tyler was laying on the floor, a gigantic river of cum pouring out his hole pooling on to the ground. Bastion pulled away from Jax and ran over to Tyler, the mania clear in his eyes, “Bastion!” Jax cried, but he knew it was in vain. Bastion grabbed Tyler’s sticky hair, pulling him off as his back. He mashed his tongue into Tyler hard, Tyler reacting accordingly, his hands attempting to grab on to Bastion’s perfect body, not only to grope, but for support. Getting Tyler sitting upright the psycho came out of Bastion. “You see that fucking lake of cum from the most gorgeous twink sluts on the planet just pooling there on the floor?” Bastion, again was yelling. Tyler’s eyes were only half opened, he was exhausted. He was in a perpetual state of enormous pleasure. Getting on his hands and knees, he began to glide his tongue on the floor, eating all the cum in sight. Jax walked up around Bastion, putting his arm around his tiny waist. The just continued to admire Tyler’s debauchery as he cleaned the dirty floor with his tongue. Bastion eventually retreated back into the shadows, leaving Jax and Tyler alone on the couch. Tyler got dressed, not saying anything, tears streaming down his face. Jax kissed Tyler deeply, and Tyler reacted as if he was kissing Brandon, which was how deeply they connected. Jax took Tyler’s hand and walked him towards the exit door. Tyler had said nothing. It was 2:00AM and Jax opened the outer door that somehow magically opened into the parking lot. Not many cars remained, but Tyler, through his teary eyes, saw his rusty old Toyota Corolla sitting in the lot. Without saying anything to Jax, Tyler began to stumble towards his vehicle. The cool night air hit is skin like a knife, but a welcome one, cooling him greatly. Tyler didn’t look back at Jax. He got into his car, sunk into the seat, and began to sob profusely. Several minutes of sobbing, and then confusion as to why his dick was still uncontrollably rock hard, and how he felt like he didn’t even have a hole anymore, a face appeared at his driver’s side window. Jax. Tyler unlocked the car door, and Jax slipped in through the passenger side, and gently placed his hand on Tyler’s skinny thigh. They sent in silence for a bit as Tyler sniffled. Tyler scrolled through his phone and was astonished at the amount of texts that went back and forth between Brandon and the boys pretending to be Tyler. If Brandon had any doubts, those boys had fortified literally everything for him, not to say that Tyler thought Brandon would have any doubts, at least not at this point. “So, are you mine now?” Jax asked Tyler. Tyler was just shaking his head back and forth, disgusted with himself. He said nothing. “How truly guilty do you feel at this point?” Jax asked Tyler. “Unbelievably guilty” “Good”, Jax said matter of factly. Tyler shot him a look of hatred which Jax shot right back at him, causing Tyler to cower a bit. “This had to happen in this manner for you to learn the power of guilt on your sex drive and your deviancy. So how are you are right now? It feels right doesn’t it. You have to get past the part that feels wrong, but then you realize that hiding underneath it, its pure bliss.” Jax caressed Tyler’s extremely hard dick. “See, deep down, you know I am right for you. You loved cheating on him unprotected.” Tyler sighed, he turned to say something but he met Jax’s lips with the same intensity that Jax had kissed Bastion. Lust again poured through Tyler’s veins, his dick beginning to precum again. Jax moaned as his hand slid into Tyler’s tight undies and felt his love juice pouring out of his dick. Slowing Jax began to edge Tyler. Tyler moaned. He moaned harder, he wanted to tell Jax to stop but he couldn’t. “Oh Jax”, he softly cooed. Jax immediately changed his persona and backhanded Tyler across the face. “Call me by HIS name!” Jax demanded. “Oh Brandon!” Tyler just responded. There was no fighting this. Jax continued to kiss Tyler’s neck while he edged Tyler’s dick. Tyler just moaned Brandon’s name over and over, his dick fully lubed by his own cum in Jax’s had. “Will you continue this journey with me?” Jac inquired as he started to speed up stroking Tyler’s dick. “I love you you know.” Tyler just moaned in ecstasy at this point, useless and broken, he signed, “I will continue with you baby.” Jax now moaned heavily. “Understand, you can always say no, but once you say no, that’s it forever. We will never force you to do anything, but once a no is given, it all ends forever.” Jax twirled his tongue on Tyler’s neck, who’s dick began to pulse heavily. In as sultry a voice as possible, Jax whispered in his ear, “Cum for me baby. Brandon is nothing. I am everything. You will learn to love what you have created.” Tyler screamed and his dick exploded in his jeans, covering Jax’s hand. Slowly, Jax retracted his hand from Tyler’s pants, and Tyler appropriately ate his own load. Before swallowing, Jax pressed against Tyler’s lips and began swapping the cum between their mouths. “You’re in deep Tyler,” Jax said, “very deep.” It only gets more maniacal from here. Tyler’s dick was still hard. Pulsing. He longed for Jax to be inside him again, or to be Bastion’s fuck doll, and yet he longed to be back in Brandon’s arms, with everything normal, not being the hellion that he had become in a matter of hours. Jax smiled at the confusion on Tyler’s face. He know what Tyler was experiencing. He opened the door to leave the car. “Better get home to your boyfriend now my love.” Jax was back to speaking plainly and mundanely. “Do not look for me, we will be connected very soon.” “Tyler looked annoyed, still with a hard cock pressing against his jeans. “What do you mean not look for you? I just fucking told you I loved you.” “Just live your life.” Jax closed the door and strut way. The silhouette of Bastion stood in the doorway that they exited from, waiting for Jax. Tyler watched the light reduce to a sliver, then disappear, as Jax reentered the club. Back in the club the boys all stared at Jax as he reemerged from the outdoors. The most wicked smile filled his face. He took a turn down another hallway and down some stairs. The boys he brushed against as walking by them, touched him, with admiration, lust, jealously, and love. Down more hallways, these made of brick, deep in the ground, around many more corners, he approached a door. The door had the moniker stamped on it of “Harbinger of Change and Infidelity.” He turned the key in the door, and then he disappeared from the hall. Brandon came home to finding Tyler in bed, fast asleep. It must have been a very dance-filled night at the club.

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

I’m going to start by stating that what I’m about to reveal is all true. Any inserted pics are real and are of me. I’ve been an avid reader and part-time participant in the hook up section of this site for years, but I’ve never posted a story, even though I’ve unloaded countless times reading those of others. Many of the stories are about a single event that guys focus on as their transformation, their conversion; they use words like being impregnated, bred, seeded. Don’t get me wrong they’re all hot and fuckn sexy words to use, and I relate to the impact of how words impact and enhances our sex. But I’m going to be honest and say that for me, becoming a poz’d cum hungry, cock worshiping fuckn bareback bottom pig that wants the let my animal out, was no single event. It was what I like to think of as an evolution over many years. It started with the first man’s cock I saw at the age of 6 and from there the journey started. It was my oldest brothers, 14 years older than me. We stripped down to put on swimming trunks, and from my vantage point sitting on my bed, him standing in front of me, all I saw at eye level was his masculine, hairy, meaty thick cock and heavy hung balls swinging in front of me. To this day I can still see it. When I saw my brothers cock, I distinctly remember a tightness in my mid-spine, I remember my hands began shaking and I felt flush all over. I was light headed and then I became warm all over. That feeling still strikes me today when I’m presented with a full meaty man cock, the only exception is that now I know that signal is my instinct, my animal, now my mouth drools and my fuck chute starts to expand from the inside and contracting. Through this journey I opened some doors myself, others were opened and I walked through, some I ran through. Sometimes eyes wide open, sometimes eyes wide shut. There wasn’t a single path I took that I was forced down by anyone other than my growing desire for cock and my growing insatiable need for more. More cock, more cum, more sex, more connection, always more. Before I focus on the single event that I know poz’d my fuckhole, you need to know that until 10 years ago I was a total top. I spent 8 years in the military; I’m 5’11” and average 180 lbs. I’m masculine, buzz cut, goatee, nice pecs 46” chest, hard nips, and hung thick about 7 ½. For years I lived just beneath the surface of the gay lifestyle. Yes, closeted. I had a girl friend, her daddy was the mayor of the town my military base was in, but I had my fuck buddies, most were military, some not. Some were the sons and brothers of guys I served with, but I was always the top. Always bare. Every roommate I had in the military, I “had”, except for one. I made a game of seducing the military hotties, getting them stoned, or drunk The scare of the 1980’s didn’t stop me because in my mind I was the one seeding hole. I was the one getting some twink to swing on my lob and swallow my jizz through some greasy glory hole. I picked up tricks in arcades and hitchhikers downtown and used their mouths and holes in my truck or at their places. I wasn’t concerned. By the mid to late 1990’s however, the number of willing cum junkies was diminishing rapidly. I was now out of the military and my source of fresh young and easy inexperienced drinkers and stoners was cut off. It was a new game. I came out to my girlfriend, and she came out to me. A lipstick lesbian.. ah well.. who could ask for anything better when we both needed a “date”, we were set. All these years later, we’re still best friends. It was in the late 90’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Condoms were on the menu and I didn’t want any. I thought I was destined to a life of yanking off or glory hole blowjobs. It was during that time that I acquired a taste for glory holes, and within a year, it was me on my knees sucking some amazing cocks. It was me licking my lips through an open hole in the plywood at arcades in Houston to entice my next load. My appetite grew to where I literally went to the arcade every day for lunch, and after work I was there until nearly 11pm at least 4 nights a week and longer on weekends. I had sucked cock in grade school and high school and ate my share of teen cum loads, but nothing like this. I began using the Internet more and more, and over time I had a steady train of men, gay, bi, and married coming to my place for head. Then I started secretly filming it. I filmed myself giving blowjob after blowjob to these unnamed men. So many that I have two four-hour tapes of myself sucking and swallowing sperm. I’d transfer the film to tape and spend hours watching myself, but more I was focused on the faces of the men I was sucking off. What worked, what was it I was doing that made them go over the edge and feed me their spunk. Over time, I started referring to these tapes as my training aids.. I was learning how to be a better cock sucker, a better provider.. and today, I am still told my mouth is amazing. I simply reversed my role and became the cock sucker I had always wished I had. Sucking cock was and still is a passion, but that too transformed to worship; to using my mouth only without hands ~ licking, tasting, suckling and nursing on a man’s nads until he feeds me. That rapidly became my reward. It was late 1999 when my lust for more grew greater. I was chatting with several guys on line through various sites. One in particular caught my attention. He was a masculine, built hot top man with a massive cock that he would occasionally pump. He got into my head. He was a master at getting what he wanted, and even then I thought I had my shit together. He coached me with his words, asked me pointed questions about my sexuality, made me start questioning why I hadn’t given up my hole. He had me send him pics of myself finger fucking my ass, then over a short period I surprised him with a pic of a plug in my hole. We chatted for about 3 months, and then he informed me that he’d just become single again and wanted to hook up. Knowing he was a full top gave me some hesitation but I wanted to taste his cock and let him get off in my throat. I toyed with the idea for a few days, and then responded that I’d be there on Friday night. I arrived on time and we had some small talk while he offered me a drink. He invited me upstairs to his loft over looking Puget Sound in Seattle. Once in the loft I saw two large king size mattresses raised up off the floor about thigh height, covered in black play sheets. Three of the walls had large mirrors on them with stands of white Christmas tree lights strung all through the rafters in the ceiling. On the far wall was a large 40 some odd inch screen with bareback porn playing on it mixed with some serious hole stretching and toys. On the lower tier of the wall, extending the full length of the room were shelves packed with an arsenal of hole toys, gear, leather, straps, chains, bottles of liquids, jellies and other oils. I was amazed, my spine began its contractions sending my brain the message that this was not going to be a typical night of suck and swallow. As we sat down on one of the mattresses, we began to undress. It took little time for us both to be naked and I was pleasantly impressed by what I saw. I reached out to him and he fell on top of me and began to lick every part of my body. I felt his cock grow rapidly as it pressed into my thigh sending its own heat to my groin. I grabbed his ass and it felt like marble and as hard as his cock. He stuck his tongue down my throat and pinched my nips… “ouch man, take it easy…” He looked me in the eye and said, “hey boy, no problem, let’s relax before I show you a few things.” I sat back on the mattress with my head against a pillow on the wall and admired his body as he walked across the room to flip out the lights leaving only the strands of lights showing in the room. He offered me another drink he’d taken from a small refrigerator and I drank it slowly at first because although it was only a Sprite, the glass must have been dirty. It tasted salty. I figured being a good guest, I’d just swallow it faster and that the liquid would eventually wash off anything on the glass. He sat back down beside me on the bed and began to kiss me gently, making out with me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. My eyes were closed. A few moments went by and I opened my eyes and felt nauseous. I told him I thought I was going to puke. He put me on my stomach and began rubbing my back, telling me to take deep breathes, that it was okay, that I was just starting to feel the buzz. “The buzz?” I asked, “yea man, I gave you a little G to settle our nerves. I’d never used anything other than pot in my life. I had no idea what this shit was, but I know I was, as he said, relaxing. That night was spent with him eating my hole, fingering my hole, me swallowing his cock and eating his cum. The entire time he was telling me what a “good boy” I was, and how he loved licking and tasting my “pussy”. He said it so many times that I began to respond to his comments of praise. Telling him how good my pussy felt up against his goatee and tongue. Mentally I went to a different place. I found myself being encouraged to expose a part of me I knew existed but had always repressed and hidden. He cupped my cock and balls as he tongue fucked me, and milked my cock of my load and smeared it all over and into my hole.. and he ate me. It was with this man that I spent every single weekend for the next 3 months. He never put his cock in my ass, but before our time was over, he had introduced me to a sling, to receiving a booty bump of Tina, and most importantly, he transformed my physical and mental being from a top with an asshole, to a curious bottom with a pussy. He ended up getting back with his ex, but on our last visit he told me that he had taken me on a journey that he wouldn’t forget. That he hoped in someway he’d helped me realize that I was meant to take cock in my pussy, and my pussy was meant to be transformed further into a whore’s cunt. In truth I sort of understood what he was saying, but only from what he had been telling me and from the porn he’d been flashing at me in my drugged induced states of mind. It was right about this same time that the man who took me the rest of the way walked in my life. His name was John. I met him about a year prior in the park cruising and I’d had the pleasure of blowing him from time to time. One afternoon John called and told me he wanted to see me and about an hour later he was pulling up in my driveway. We had a drink, smoked a few cigarettes and we caught up on what we’d being up to. I shared with him, at least in parts, my recent adventures and the fact I’d found out I had a pussy after all. He grinned and told me he’d love to try it out for himself sometime but that the real reason he had come over was to ask if he could rent out a room from me. He and his partner were splitting up. We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since we were both in construction, I told him if he’d help me with finishing off my basement, I’d give him a lower rent. The following weekend John moved in. John was four years older than me. He was tall, smooth muscular swimmers build, shaved head and brown eyes and about 8”. He was a top. About 2 weeks after moving in and getting settled, I came home to find that the sling I had ordered arrived UPS. I took it to the basement and told John that my project was beginning. It took about a week before the play space was done, as was the adjoining ‘party room’. The sling was hung and I immediately began the process of buying my own toys. John asked if he was allowed to use the room as well and of course I agreed. He added his own toys and gear to a shelf on the far wall. The weekend approached and as I got home from work a car was leaving my driveway. I didn’t’ recognize the guy but found out later that it was John’s connection. John showed me what he’d purchased. Two eight-balls of Tina, 8 vials of G, some E and something called “Special K”. I was amazed and wanted to know about the K. He put his arms on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and said, “I’ll show you if you want, but it’s your pussy I want this weekend, are you up for it?” There went my spine again.. and he knew I was up for it. He told me to clean out good, that I should use his shower attachment in the guest bath. He asked me if he could freshen up my buzz cut for me and I agreed. He told me that he had laid out some things in my room he’d like me to wear. I felt a feeling of being taken care of, like he was primping me, and I said, “man, no one has ever gotten this into a scene with me before.” He came in my room, me standing there naked, and he said “hey buddy, this isn’t a scene, I want to experience your sex, and I want you to let yourself go for me. You’re always the one in charge at work, you’re in charge at everything all the time, but now I want you to be my pussy boy and I want you to FEEL like my boy.” I blushed and told him I was beginning to get real excited, but was a little nervous too. “We’ll fix that soon enough.” I went down to the basement naked with the gear. He had me go to the restroom and there he proceeded to buzz my head. When he was finished, he asked me if it would all right to take digital pics from time to time of our playing and I agreed. He handed me the gear he wanted me to wear, a leather collar, ankle high black leather work boots with low rise red socks. Then he told me to go to the sling and get in. I went in the new play space, and saw on the black charcoal painted walls where he’d written with a white grease pencil lude comments like “take my pussy” and “seed my cunt”. Over the top of the sling on the wall behind it and the section of chain link fence was an arrow pointing down with the words, “poz my cunt”. I climbed in the sling and waited, music began to fill the room. It was Butt Boy. I’d heard it before but somehow in this space it seemed surreal. A moment later John entered the room and set a large tray down on the stool under the sling out of my line of vision. He had put a towel over the tray so I couldn’t see what was on it. He took my feet, one at a time and put them through the leather stirrups. The toe of the boot made it tough to fit through, but he was able to get them in saying, “you won’t be getting out of these without untying the boot.” Then John leaned forward and, rubbing my pecs gently and making my nips rise, said, “Do you trust me?” From somewhere deep inside I knew I did. Here was a man I hardly knew that I let move into my house. I’d given him a key. He’d been there just over 3 weeks, and I knew somehow I wanted to give myself this experience with him. I said just that, but not quite in those exact words. He smiled and then left the room, returning with a standard kitchen chair and my camera to take a few pictures. After the pics, he sat down in the chair and leaned forward. He told me to scoot down in the sling, to let my ass hang off and just over the edge… “come on boy, show me your pussy for the first time.. let me see how beautiful your boypussy is before I transform it into a cunt.” I did as he asked and he met me with his mouth. He started slowly, tasting me, saying words to me that made me feel like a virgin bitch about to loose her cherry. I squirmed and wiggled my hips and flexed my ass cheeks. From time to time we’d share intimate sexual fantasies. Then John sat back and I saw him focusing on what was under the sling. I saw the towel in his hand as he draped it over the seat of the chair and sat back down. Then he told me he was going to give me a booty bump of T. But before that, he wanted me to do a small shot of G. He handed me a shot glass, the G was mixed with coca-cola. “Go ahead, take it.” I asked him if he was going to do any and he said not to worry, he’d be following me along shortly. I took the shot and swallowed it quickly. I liked this method and used it from then on when doing G. I didn’t have to fight a long ass drink of shit I couldn’t stomach. This was a direct shot. John reached over and began to put some kind of locking device on my cock. “What’s that?” “I don’t want you touching yourself. You need to focus on your pussy and what I am doing to it. You need to listen and respond (laughing) as best you can.”. I was in a chastity device. My cock locked in a metal tube and handcuffed around my ball sac. I couldn’t jack off, but I was able to piss through it which he had me do to use my chem’d piss later. I began feeling Johns fingers on my ass, he spit on his finger and probed my ass. “you are fuckn tight boy! Making my cock throb, fuck!” I grinned and he told me I was going to be bumped. I saw a syringe, not like one you’d get a shot with, a little larger, like one you’d use to give a baby liquid, except longer. I felt the length of the tube enter me, and then he paused, “look in my eyes boy, keep looking in my eyes until I say you don’t have to.” I did as he asked. Then he squeezed the plunger, and I felt a warm rush of liquid. It wasn’t a lot of liquid, just a small amount, but the warmth grew until it was hot and I wiggled around in the sling.. “oh fuck John, is it supposed to burn?” “Relax boy, just sit back a second, let me sooth it for you… and with that he spit on his finger again, and it disappeared under the sling, then back up my hole.. it burned more and I thought it was from him inserting his finger without enough spit. “John, it’s burning all over now.. “, he stuck another finger in and began to massage the inside of my pussy. I kept my eyes locked on his, he on mine.. and I began to spin. “yea fucker, you’re feeling it aren’t you?” All I could do is moan and my eyes began to flutter in my skull. “Your fuckn daddy gave you a big bump of T boy, and I rubbed more in there bare with my finger. You’re already getting real wet and opening up for me boy.” I closed my eyes and he began his magic. My pussy was expanding to his touch, sucking at everything he put near it or in it. Over the next hour he coached me, telling me when to relax, when to clamp down, asking me what I was feeling, praising me, telling me I was a good boy, how much he loved my pussy and asking me if I wanted to be made a poz cunt. I knew I wanted it and told him so. I took a broken deep breath and blurted out, “yes, please, help me be who I am, please.” He smiled and had me open my mouth, he spit more G into my mouth and I swallowed it pure. More pictures, more porn playing but this time it was extreme hole stretching porn. I watched the screen as skilled holes took large and then larger toys and fingers and hands, and feet and cocks. John asked me what I needed, “I need to get fuckn chemed hard and have my pussy taken Sir like that!” pointing at the screen. That’s all he needed to hear. “You want me to turn you out boy? You want a gaping cum dripping cunt don’t you boy?” he asked. “Yes, I want to be a cunt that you’ll be proud of, that men will want to use.” John blindfolded me and strapped one hand to the sling, locking it in the wrist cuff. With the other he drew it out straight to the side and strapped my wrist to the handcuffs bolted to the sidewall. He introduced me to Special K. He took a straw and put it up my nostril, pinching the other, “snort it for your dad boy.. show dad how much you want your pussy taken.” I inhaled thinking it was T. In no time my teeth felt numb like coke does but it spread through my body and beneath the blindfold I was “seeing” an array of swirls and color.. I moaned and smiled and felt suction on my nips. “you need some swollen pig nips to adorn this cunt I’m gonna give you boy. Something for dad to fiddle with and suck on when I fuck you”. He placed nip pump tubes on my nips and pumped them up and then I felt him begin to probe my hole again. Large amounts of lube went in my hole and I heard something pumping it in like a caulking gun sounds, followed by a substantial plug. All the while, he was praising me for being a good boy. Then after a few minutes, I felt him strap my extended bicep down to something, and he asked me to breath real deep and not to move.. I did as he said. He asked me how my hole felt and told me that if I hadn’t noticed, it was actively sucking on the plug all by itself. The image hit my brain and I felt I was where I belonged. Then I felt the prick in my arm.. “deep breath boy”.. and the strap removed from my bicep. I coughed hard, not once or twice but three times.. “what do you say boy?” “what the fuck?” “I just slammed you boy.. now what do you say to your dad?’ All I got out was “thank y….ssrr” I was spinning in no time and yet somehow I was still connected to his voice. John sat back down and removed the plug from my ass and then continued to coach me, talk to me, praise me, and replaced one toy after another, fucking me, opening me, telling me how beautiful my pussy was. He put most of his hand in my pussy and began fucking me that way. He shoved a vibrating fat dildo up my ass and that is when I had my first anal orgasm, followed quickly by my flaccid, caged cock, spewing my load of cum out. John cheered “fuck yea pigboy, you’re doing so great!” and congratulated me on cumming with my “boy cock”. He took my load in his mouth, licking it up and spit it in my mouth and fingered the rest up my warm cunt. He continued working my begging eager cunt until I was in total abandon mumbling, begging and asking him to open me more. “boy… I want to breed you.. do you know what that means?” I could only mumble “more please, more”. He removed my blindfold, wiped my face with a towel and had me drink some water. I want to make your cunt a poz cum dump, are you okay with that? “Yes, please, more I want to learn more and make you happy.” I meant it, I had one moment of contemplation and then I felt him touch my open cunt with his thumb and I pushed down until, as he said, my “rosebud just invited him in”. John spent the entire evening from the time I got in that sling around 7pm until the next morning late hours working my cunt. Spreading my lips, rubbing k on my cunt lips until they drooled and hung free and wrapped around whatever he put in there. He stopped calling it a pussy and referred to it as a cunt. He said it was because it was now holding itself open, was wet and drooling and had a nice set of swollen lips hanging from it. He would “diddle” in my hole and tug on my lips to show me. He sucked and chewed on my open cunt. He took pics and showed me what had become of my “top man asshole”. I was born again, and proud of my cunt. He told me to show it off whenever I was around him. We rested some on Saturday afternoon and were back at it Saturday night. This time however, he had me using mostly K, and within about an hour had me taking the biggest toys he had. It was then that he finally put his cock in me with a toy at the same time and unloaded his poz cum in my cunt. From then on, he loved seeding me in any fashion he could. He kept me naked and squatting or in some fashion that he could have easy access to my exposed swollen cunt. We spent the next 7 days naked and converting. He called into my work and took vacation days claiming I had to go out of town. I was chemed up most of the time. He took me to parks to take cocks in my cunt, to arcades and one night we went to the baths at club Z where he let the door open and any walk ins could fuck me bare. On the 5th day he got on line and invited 9 other guys, versatile and tops over, all poz to share his freshly transformed cum hungry poz cunt. He was as proud as I was, bragging about it in the hallways at the baths. It was about a year later I ended up in the hospital with PCP pneumonia. A viral load of over 380,000 and Tcell count of only 30. I had full blown AIDS and was put on AZT. I recovered in time, am on meds, non-detect now with Tcells about 800, but John was around to see me through that too. He died of AIDS in 2005, his body refusing any cocktail combination. From my first time with John, that experience, my stepping off into the place I knew I belonged, trusting a man, and pleasuring one with my cunt, I began a ritual of nearly every weekend for 2 ½ years of being a cum dump for him and others, spreading my cunt to take cock and seed. I continue that journey now and it has been full of perversions, carried out in bath houses and sex clubs, bars, house parties and alley ways. John took me to Palm Springs, LA, New Orleans, Chicago. We attended large group barebacking parties, one in Laguna where I was the only bottom chemed and strapped in a sling for a group of 17 men for a full day while they enjoyed partying. He whored me out in Palm Springs at resorts, and achieved yet another transformation as my cunt fully excepted full fists for the first time. To this day my hunger continues to be fed by those things I have yet to enjoy, those men I have yet to pleasure with my cunt and those I enjoy repeating. My conversion has been an evolution, and one I would not change.

I realized I haven't written a post about any layover escapades since April. It's not that I haven't hooked up, it just hasn't been as much. And the fucking has been mostly quick and not noteworthy. All summer, our layovers have been dreadfully short. Airlines offered leaves of absence during the height of covid. Once vaccines started to roll out, they decided to fly a near full schedule from previous years. This meant that those of us still working would be working longer days and have shorter layovers. It was the norm to have scheduled 11 hours in a hotel (or even less). And with summer weather acting up...well, you do the math. I was often faced with the choice of getting sleep, or searching for some quick cock and cum. A lot of the time, I chose sleep. Luckily, every month I was able to schedule 2 or 3 stays in Salt Lake City. So my ass has been well taken care of by my fuck bud there. And he's always a good sport, will come out to my hotel at any time of day. Even if it's at 2 AM (and we had several of those). I've written about him before, so I didn't think it necessary to add anything. But the fucking was, as always, HOT! We even had a couple of dinner dates along the way. And yes, I'm seeing him a couple of times later this month. Kind of new for me, I've been actively seeking to top a bit more. In the past, I've mostly done it with regular fuck buds and the occasional bath house dark room. But topping a random guy from online has been difficult for me. For some reason I get all in my head about it, and sometimes can't deliver the goods. But I've come to find that if the bottom looks like a guy I'd want to top me, and there's kissing involved, I'm a pretty competent top! I've also found that once I cum, as long as I stay in the ass, my dick stays hard. I'll probably only be able to deliver one load, but I can fuck forever after I blow a load. Tomorrow night I'm in a hotel that's attached to the Mall of America. I have a 20 hour layover and despite the hotel having inconvenient parking and key controlled elevators, I'll be on the hunt. And I have a VERY eager and HOT top daddy in Denver who's rearranging his schedule to we can play next week when I'm there. Looking forward to getting some longer stays in hotels, and getting hot loads to post about. Stay tuned.

This happened last week and I hope it makes you as hot reading it as I was when it happened. I had just returned from an overseas work trip. It was the first trip since the onset of COVID and was to a country that does not have a high opinion of porn or gay men. I am a bisexual cuckold and I am lucky enough to have a wife the understands my need to get fucked by a man and is cool with my occasional endeavors. Anyhow, I was away for a week locked in my chastity cage (thank god for plastic cages) and when I got back I was horny as fuck. My hotwife can be cruel and she was denying my orgasm because she likes to torture me. I admit that I like it too. Anyhow, I went to the local adult theater and while it was busy there was not a lot of action to be had. That led me to browse BBRTS and I found a hookup that looked interesting. Since there was no way I was getting the key to my cage I decided that I needed to get fucked hard and deep to scratch the itch. I responded to the ad and waited. Not too long later I got a reply and it turned out that there guy posting was a trucker in town for the night and was looking for a bottom to fuck. We made the arrangements and I was off. He wanted to bareback me and since I am on PreP I agreed with pleasure. Driving across town to get to the truck stop was torture. I was on edge thinking about all of the terrible things that could happen to me which just pushed my horniness even higher. My cock was straining against the cage so hard that I thought that it was going to explode. I have to admit that I have always had a fantasy of being kidnapped by a trucker and made into their personal sex slave but I was also worried that I would end up dead in shallow grave somewhere as well. My need to get fucked over-ruled my fear and I pulled in and parked. After a couple of minutes I found the truck and the driver and we talked for a minute and then up and into the sleeper I went. The internal tension was driving me crazy as I undressed and climbed onto the bed in the sleeper. The top also disrobed and I saw they he had a massive black cock that as going to be down my throat and up my tight ass in the very near future. He came back and laid down and I began to suck his massive cock. I don’t have big hands but they aren’t small either and I was just barely able to wrap my hand around his big hard cock. It was at least 9” long and as I lowered my mouth down and forced the beast into my throat I had to open as wide as I could. I began to panic a little thinking about taking that bug fucker into my ass. After a few minutes he asked me if I was ready and I indicated that I was even though I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take him. He told me to lay face down on the bed and he got between my legs and forced them apart with his muscular legs. I was wide open and at his mercy. I told him that his was the largest cock I had ever seen in real life and even if I begged him to stop that he shouldn’t stop until he was buried balls deep into my ass. I was already lubed up and he put the head of his cock us to my ass. I took a few big hits on my poppers and concentrated on relaxing my asshole. Without any further discussion he started driving his big hard black cock into my ass and up into my guts. There wasn’t any pain which meant that I was ready and it was a good thing because he started working his cock in and out of my ass at a steady pace. I have been fucked numerous times but either his cock or the position made him stroke my prostate all the way in and out on each thrust. Soon enough I was moaning like a whore in heat and I am sure anyone walking by the rig could hear me begging to be fucked. As we found a pace I began to thrust my ass back and up onto his cock at the end of each stroke while hitting my poppers bottle. He took the signal and began to fuck me harder and harder with each thrust. He was pummeling my prostate and it felt like I was cumming continuously. I could feel the cum leaking up and out of my cock into the sheets below me. I have been able to make myself leak in the past but this was entirely different. As his huge cock sawed in and out of my boi pussy the orgasmic tension kept building and building. I asked him to pull my hair and fuck me harder. He accommodated my wishes as I began to cum from his pounding of my prostate only. I yelled out for him to fuck the cum out of me and he obliged. Another fun thing happened … it turns out he was multi-orgasmic and he began to flood my ass with his cum multiple times without going soft. I could feel his cock flex each time he filled me with his cum. While he was cumming and then fucking and then cumming I kept having anal orgasms as well. I think he shot into me 8 or 9 times and I know that I came three times myself. Not only could I not play with myself in the cage but I didn’t have to because he fucked the cum right out of me multiple times. Finally we both needed break so he pulled out and I felt his cum leaking out of my now gaping asshole. He told me to stay still so that he could get a towel and I told him I would. As he was looking I decided to give him a show and I reached back and scooped up the leaking cum and licked it off of my fingers as he watched in amazement. I then asked to clean up his cock for him and he also let me do that. He asked me if I shot off on the sheet and I said that I had so he said he needed to clean that up as well. Not to let my cum go to waste I also moved back and licked that up off the sheets as well. I was now a thoroughly fucked and sated bou with a belly full of cum to boot. After a few minutes of cuddling he asked if I was ready again. I had to politely tap out because my prostate was pounding and spasming and I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to take anymore of his massive cock in my well used ass cunt. I got dressed and shakily climbed down from the cab and walked back to my car. Along the way I got a bunch of looks which let me know that I was heard by truckers parked nearby. I felt like a total whore and loved every second of it. Next time I might just walk back to my car with nothing other than my shoes on so as to dispel any question about what I had just done. When I got hime my wife asked how my day was and I told her all about my adventure. She was amazed and said that I was now a first class cumslut. Because I went off without her permission she made me eat her cunt to two orgasms and then told me that I should look forward to having my time in the cage extended. I had already been locked up for two months with no idea when she was going to let me free and I suspect it is going to be quite a few more months, if ever, that I was going to be released. I have to admit that I am not that worried … I just need to meet up with my new friend and I can have all the sissygasms I can take. I am beginning to think that maybe I don’t really need the use of my cock anymore

What a great day. We didn’t discuss it beforehand, but I noticed your profile said “Negative” when I got your initial message. I assumed you also saw my Positive status when you viewed mine. This passed muster for HIV disclosure, at least I believed. Before I get into it, It’s comforting to know that we both understand how desirable HIV is to enlightened men. The fear I have is living in fear about the thing that actually (quite literally) forms a permanent bond between men; one of many connected bonds which form a chain of men engaging in natural uninhibited bareback breeding inbpursuit of ecstasy. We achieved this goal today. Literally our HIV represents both a tragic consequence of, and a living tribute to, the history of legalized pure unadulterated male hedonism. As I started to get close, I loved that no words were said. I think poz talk is odd; seems you feel the same. The nonverbal nature of pozzing just is not conducive to spoken word. We may be in the minority here. I flipped you back to missionary just in time for me to look into your eyes out of respect, as my poz cum flows into you. There was an intense rush of frightened euphoria through your body when I started to ejaculate in your HIV negative fuckhole. Your hole tightened; I came into you harder.. Pulse after strong pulse of cum, a magnanimous feeling of being in full ownership and in control of you overcame me, as I thought about being your Alpha Gifter. As I near climax I reflexively close my eyes tightly from the ecstatic pleasure shock in all extremities. We then locked eyes; this time with more intensity and clarity. I felt as if they were a portal allowing me to gaze deep into your soul. As I stared I was overwhelmed by, and rewarded with another simultaneous wave of complete nirvana; from an unexpected deep empathy for you eminatting from a dark and twisted place of love in my heart. I realized in this moment in time, I was you, and I am you. As the cum entering you broke your inhibitions, you had the same feeling. Like my hands did at your throat per your earlier request, It took your breath away. My strong empathetic emotions combined with my complete domination of you undeniably created the most intense feeling I have ever felt at once. These are the kinds of intensities Christians try to warn about in the book of Genesis. I may be agnostic but believe it - these are too powerful and too superhuman. Us humans are not supposed to feel like this. Then it occurred to me. I was God. Or maybe it was the Methamphetamine creating a “god complex.” Whatever It was, it always will be my apex of self actualization. As I pozzed you, it was evident you saw this feeling of self actualization overcome me. This may seem like a selfish observation to point out, so let me explain. These emotions during infection sex are the most beautiful emotions a HIV+ Giver is himself rewarded with. That was your gift to me, thank you. This is why we exchange a life of good health to be positive. It may be the drugs that make me feel this way, but it is definitley the sex that broke us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bottompup wrote: Ummm… I wasn’t bugchasing… oh dear. I mustv’e switched the profiles up when I made more than one plan for today, in the event one of you was a flake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sleazypoztop86 wrote: That is the most San Francisco explanation i’ve ever heard.

Thank you for this description... in November 2021 I'm planning to go to Berlin, this space will be the first to be visited...

I disagree. Production defects, physical extremes of certain sex practices and strain from incorrect application can also be argued. The author of the law fucked up in explicitly writing in 'removal' without any other ambiguity. It if wasn't removed but still 'failed' to keep its physical integrity, I would argue it's no longer a battery. And accidents are act of god, good luck with that. US is still a (somewhat) free country - AND you are free just as much to be mentally fucked up, and she is determined and is fucked up. But I am not interested in her. If the burden of proof is in fact lowered, that does not require you to lower the vigor of your defense. The court is not looking for an equal match between arguments to get a tie, it is looking for a winning argument. I recall a case of Duke Uni students a few years back accused of group rape. Huge head lines, expulsions from the Uni, feminism all around, and even a few lives ruined. Until it was beaten in court by the defendants. The bitch demonstrably lied. And for CA bill I have a strong suspicion it is geared towards legalized extortion through court by way of at least a civil law. Whatever sticks to the wall. It is definitely sexist. And having it slide through all the legislative process in the age of Me Too's is even more startling to me that Progressive California has no lawmakers that are mindful of equality between sexes. IMO the minds are too politically fucked up to notice what smells right in front of them, but they are willing to use terminology without considerations for its use cases. If you are that determined, you can sabotage a condom without removal and enjoy yourself in undiminished pleasures. And it won't be legally stealthing in Cali. What I imagine would produce additional creative ideas how to do it. And if a law can be that easily bypassed, that just proves once again that it was all for popular naught and for posturing and for virtue signalling. That's why she gets paid as a state lawmaker. I haven't even looked if she has sponsored any other bills, could be a grand one hit wonder.

Thanks for the follow

On the other side of the equation, black men can be sweet bottoms.

I got lots of pretty mild fetishes, My main fetish that I take part in the most is sports gear, especially hockey and football, I love getting fucked in my hockey/football gear by another guy in gear. Man smell... hate cologne, perfume or even strong deodorant, nothing crazy, not multiple days without showering or anything like that. Underwear, fresh or used, especially jocks, boxer briefs, compression shorts, speedos, love a good underwear bulge and seeing a nice ass in a jock, speedo or thong. Socks, fresh or used. Boots, construction, military, sport biker/motocross. Sport biker leathers, motocross gear and helmets, especially hot if I can't see the guy... similar thing for military/swat gear. I can get into standard gay leather too like chaps and harnesses, neoprene is cool too, pup hoods.... not so much in the pup headspace but I like the hoods and the overall look. I also really like outdoor sex and sex in cars and trucks. I like uniforms and construction clothes too, its fucking hot to get fucked by a guy right after work and he keeps his uniform on and just whips out his dick... way hotter than naked sex in my books! Same goes for quickies and outdoors, love the guy to just whip his dick out but stay clothed otherwise and I just pull my pants down to expose my butt. Feels more spontaneous eager that way. It kinda makes me chuckle a bit inside when I meet a guy for a quick fuck and he takes off all his clothes including socks and everything, not that I have a problem with it all... I know I'm the weird one who actually prefers sex partially clothed than fully naked... unless its at a beach or pool or something! And one more... I love piss, I love watching guys piss, holding their dicks while they piss especially in public. Cleaning off the last few drops... you know... as a courtesy so they don't get any on their pants. Love being pissed on and with the right guy and right circumstance I'll drink from the tap too.

FUCK YES!! Such a nasty cum slut bottom to give it up finally to the nasty fat troll who he’d normally never give it up too. Getting so desperate from all that hunger and now breaking down and giving in to the true cum dump that he is!! LOVE IT!!

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373, but it's not a competition. The things I haven't done, don't really interest me. :-p

I got my last few loads from a 62 year old man who I met on the website “sniffies”. I asked For an old man with an uncut huge soft dick with super low hanging balls. Phil answered me and we met outside of the Copley Plaza Hotel in Boston. We said hi and Phil told me that he lived so close and I followed him to his place. His tiny apartment didn’t matter because as soon as we entered our clothes we’re off, he threw me on the bed, held my legs up, I started to suck his thick foreskin and cock pulling on his balls while Phil ate out my butt hole. Phil said he will get a little hard but not much which I answered that like I told him I love huge soft dicks. Phil said he was going to shoot soon in my mouth and he poured a huge thick load in my mouth which I swallowed it all. Phil then reached over and got some lube and greased up my hole. Getting between my legs, telling me to pull my ass cheeks apart, he squeezed his cock and started to force his dick head into my hole. Phil got the head in and squeezed more of the shaft and slowly worked the whole dick up inside of me. I was saying that I loved the way it felt and he could keep it up there all night long and I wanted all his loads up inside of my “cunt”. Phil started to pull out about halfway, then squeezed his base of his dick and pushed back all the way in. He repeated this a bunch of times and I was saying that I could feel his cock getting a little longer, harder and thicker, just laughed and said that he was ready to fuck me for the whole night. Well that’s what Phil did, he would fuck me, shoot, then fuck me, shoot, then fuck me , shoot, etc… he shot 5 times up my cunt to the point where his cum was farting out all around his cock by load 3 but he kept going telling me it is so much easier to fuck a stretched open cunt when it’s full of the best lube that Is made, sperm. I would keep reaching under his legs and would pull his balls over him so they were on top of my stomach. Phil and I all this time were sucking mouths like crazy. After #5 Phil rolled off of me, then I just started to pour out all of his loads…I couldn’t stop. Phil said he didn’t care. We stayed like that for a while then we showered together and as we were walking to the shower I was farting out his cum, thank God he had hard wood floors. Phil said that we should make a date for next weekend, how about Friday night then we could spend lots of time together and maybe after a while he would have a couple of his “old” friends join us because he knew that I would love them and they would love me. I told him Friday it was. I met Phil on 9/4th and I am so excited about this Friday, 9/10! How many loads this time?

I love cummy kisses, but it takes other guys to love it too!

Forgive my ignorance but what are ESC and WSC? I thought I knew the NY cruising scene better than most.

Wanted to get the second chapter out quickly to ensure I didn't leave anyone hanging with the "build up story". I am committed to working on this quite heavily, but I cannot promise 2 long chapters in less than 24 hours every day. 🙂 CHAPTER 2: THE GUILT Tyler walked slowly down the long smokey hallway following the remaining boys. To his right and left there were arched alcoves containing rich leather sofas and tables, almost like a cozy restaurant. The air was filled with smoke, whether it be cigarette smoke or weed, they all mixed together into as sweet and intoxicating aroma. The smell of the all the exceptionally rich leather furniture wafted into his nostrils. The hallway seemed to go on forever, as Tyler glanced back to see Jax closing the door behind him. It did not occur to him to think as to why Jax was so far behind. He just felt that he wanted him close again. Another text from Brandon hit at that point. “You know you’re the greatest thing in the world right?” Brandon’s text said. The momentary spell broken, Tyler responded back to him, “No YOU ARE!”, just as Jax appeared next to him, his perfection almost radiated in this dark atmosphere. He gave a soft smile as his eyes locked again with Tyler. “Keeping up with your man?” Jax inquired. “Yes yes, He’s stuck at work while I’m out having fun,” Tyler sighed. “A pity,” Jax stated plainly, “I’d like to see some pictures of him. I’m sure he’s beautiful.” “For sure!” Tyler perked up, “I have all of our photos organized in an album on my phone!” Jax looked content as the hallway finally opened up into a larger open area. The music, was very different and unnerving than what was playing in the club. This was club music, but it was dark. All minor tones, it sounded devilish, industrial, evil, and manic. It had a trance feeling to it, not the genre, but the mental affects. The boys lead Jax to a set of very plush leather couches near a small tended bar. Tyler then noticed the bartender, wearing a hood and a shiny almost porcelain-looking mask. He was not a twink, he had a hot hairy dad bod, and was only wearing a pair of low rise trunks around his thick waist. “Whatever you’d like to drink is yours,” Jax stated. “Oh, um, I’m good I think,” Tyler responded. “The boys are going to get more comfortable here,” Jax muttered. Almost on queue the boys started to slowly unbutton their shirts in somewhat flowing their bodies with the dark tempos beating throughout the club. “Hey, wait, I told you I’m not here for sex!” Tyler snapped. Jax’s gaze hit Tyler in his soul. “Tyler, sweetie. The boys want to get comfortable. I’m sure you can appreciate their perfect bodies. But I never said you should be touching them. They enjoy showing their perfection, and its hot in here.” Tyler felt himself sink into the seat even more as his eyes caught the most beautiful bodies he’d ever seen. The clothes coming off definitely aroused Tyler. He had a magnificent twink body but every single line and curve, the texture of the skin, the proportions of each of these boys, was madness, it was magnificent. Even the act of just seeing them strip, slowly, with purpose, as their eyes darted back and forth to look at each other, peeking glimpses from him quickly to gauge his approval, was erotic to say the least. Jax also was unbuttoning his shirt. Tyler found it impossible to determine if anyone there had a more perfect body than the other, but Jax just left his shirt open, slowing pulling off his incredibly skinny jeans, revealing his perfectly smooth legs, just like the other boys. All of the boys were wearing the tiniest briefs he’d ever seen, in bright colors. Pink and yellow and seafoam, all adorned their hot bodies on their briefs, and Jax’s were baby blue. “There’s nothing wrong with appreciating the exceptional beauty of our bodies Tyler,” Jax stated. I love seeing my friends as their clothes fall off, its their natural state of beauty.” Tyler gulped. His hands were sweaty, this psychotic trance music felt like it was pumping his blood through his body. Every thump seemed to hit his soul. He felt uncomfortable, trying to stop his mouth from hanging wide open being surrounded by such immense beauty. “So lets see those pictures,” Jax inquired. Tyler handed Jax his phone, opened to the gallery with him and Brandon. Hundreds of pictures of the two of them flooded the gallery, pictures of them looking hot out on whatever excursion they were on, pictures of them kissing, some shirtless pictures as well. All G rated stuff overall. Tyler watched Jax’s eyes dart back and forth, his hand swiping through the listings, occasionally stopping to open a picture, enlarging it. Tyler noticed on him and his friends, the massive cocks sitting in their femboy briefs. Jax’s was growing, ever so slightly. “Hot couple,” Jax stated in his mundane voice. “And you’ve been together long?” “Yes, four years. We are going to get married” “That’s beautiful,” Jax muttered. “And you live close by?” “Not really. We live in the Concorde Apartment tower across town,” Tyler reluctantly said. “Oh,” Jax paused. “Not a safe place. Pretty trashy from my experience.” Jax’s eye developed a twinkle. “Well we both have some shit low paying jobs and it was all we could afford,” Tyler somewhat barked back. The music was overwhelming him, the scent from the boys, the growing cocks, his heart thumping, his hands sweating, all of it was consuming him. Jax smiled, slowing brushing his hand against his massive dick, just once. “Your boyfriend is quite the model,” Jax murmured, his head adjusting back and forth as he was intricately looking at the pictures on Tyler’s phone. “Sorry it aroused me a bit.” Jax handed Tyler back his phone as Tyler looked a little startled. Why was he surrounded by perfectly naked twinks and the head one, or whatever he was, was now throwing inklings about liking his boyfriend? Why did Tyler’s dick jump ever so slightly hearing that? Even the guilt of hearing another boy give his boy a compliment was massive. “Uh, so what exactly is this place?” Tyler tried to change the subject. “Did you not like my compliment towards your boy Tyler?” Jax was unphased by the feeble attempt to change the subject. “Yes it was fine. He’s incredible hot and I enjoy being the love of his life,” Tyler again snipped back. “But what is this place?” Jax relented, “Its simply a club Tyler. It’s the club. There are very few rules here. It speaks to our souls.” Tyler looked around and could start to see dozens of silhouettes of again, the most perfect twink bodies, slowly walking through the heavy smoke. In the larger area they were sitting, with the light rays refracting against the smoke, he could see some enveloped in each others arms, their mouths locked tightly. Another silhouette looked as if a boy was worshipping another, his head slowly working its way down his torso. The music was pounding within him. The dark tones were arousing him. Tyler felt his dick jump slightly again trying not to stare too long to give Jax any reason to question him. “So it’s a sex club?” Tyler meekly questioned. “Its whatever you want it to be,” Jax said in the most sultry tone he had presented yet. Tyler jumped for a second as the boys next to him had moved to their hands slowly caressing each other. They weren’t on top of each other, they were just lustfully touching, their hands somewhat intertwining, their eyes locked to their partner. “Uh, um, this is all cool and everything, but I think I’m going to go,” Tyler stated. He was getting way too uncomfortable at this point. The erotic nature of everything was pouring into him. He jolted out of his seat and started to walk down the hallway again towards the door. Jax grabbed his arm, not in a forceful way, but only to get his attention. “That door you entered through is one way only my dear,” Jax said. “There are no handles or mechanism to leave from that door.” Jax smiled, in a slightly deviant manner. Tyler froze. Was he stuck? What as about to happen? Jax had jumped up from his chair as well and was standing face to face with Tyler. “Don’t look so scared Tyler,” Jax plainly stated. He pointed across the room to another door-shaped archway. That there is the way out. It leads right out to the back parking lot. The back parking lot? They just walked at least three floors down into the earth. Tyler didn’t believe it for a second. And Jax could sense it. Jax motioned to one of the boys on the couch, who were not even phased by the minor distraction of Tyler beginning to freak out. The boys had become more engrossed in each other, their lips were on each other bodies, their tongues gently tasting each other’s perfect skin. One of them, a dark haired one with green eyes, stopped, and got up, strutting his unbelievable body across the room to the “exit” door. With no key or special mechanism, he turned the handle and opened the door. The yellow light from the parking lot flooded into the larger sitting room that they were in. Tyler could see the cars parked outside and recognized the buildings surrounding the building. Tyler was so confused. What realm of confusion was he in. His heart continued to pump with the demonic techno, the silhouettes were acting much more lustful and erratic, and turning back to look at Jax, he felt scared. His eyes met Jax’s again, the strongest most emotional and evocative connection yet. “Tyler, you may leave, at any time.” Jax said coyly. “There is the door. You are not held here.” Jax was inches from Tyler’s mouth, almost mimicking the moments earlier that night were. Jax inched even closer and Tyler could feel Jax lifting his arm, as he hadn’t let go, towards Jax’s body. Being so close to each other already, it only took a minute blink of an eye before Tyler’s hand was on Jax’s thin boney hip bone. Shockwaves shot through Tyler, immense pulses of unbelievable and indescribable pleasure vibrated through him. The music intensified, the pounding took hold of him. For a moment his gaze broke with Jax because his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The clouds in his head were monstrous. He couldn’t think whatsoever. Regaining his composure for a brief moment he realized Jax’s lips were practically brushing his, and all the boys had surrounded him. “But I hope you don’t”, Jax said bluntly. His lips connected with Tyler’s. Tyler shook, the shockwaves he felt prior were nothing. He felt helpless, but his hand moved around to Jax’s back as an attempt to pull him closer, if only for a second. The pleasure he was feeling was unbelievable, and Jax was barely kissing him. Sweat was pouring down Tyler’s face, he was shaking. He was able to regain composure and pushed Jax back. “I said I was taken!” Tyler howled at Jax. He could feel the hands of the boys beginning to touch him, yet he offered them no objection the way he offered Jax. Again Jax’s stare hit him at his core. “There is the door. You are not held here.” Jax stated bluntly again. And he waited. His finger outstretched towards the door. His stare deep into Tyler. “There is the door. You are not held here,” Jax repeated. Tyler couldn’t move. He felt hands on his hips, one had slipped up his shirt and was touching his skin. The boys were fixated upon him. His body was soaked in sweet. His heart was slamming into his chest. “There is the door. You are not held here,” Jax repeated. Tyler felt himself falling towards Jax. His lips moving towards Jax again. Jax broke the moment with a more forceful repeat. “THERE is the door. You are not held here,” Jax said forcefully. Tyler paused. He looked back at the door, now shut. He felt being groped with so much lust he couldn’t believe the sensations. “Give in,” each of the boys was whispering in the lightest sultry voices in his ear as they rotated their hands upon him and their mouths between each other as Tyler was locked in a gaze with Jax. “Make your decision Tyler,” Jax stated plainly again. His voice didn’t seem to waver minus him raising it the third time he told Tyler about the door. He was ridiculously calm. “This is your choice. That is the most beautiful part of this experience. You aren’t forced. Fall into it Tyler, or don’t, but I will not waste my time.” Tyler’s lips smashed in Jax. Hard. Their bodies collided with force. Tyler felt his shirt being unbuttoned, hands caressing new parts of his body. The boys were doing their part to slowly and erotically strip him down. He felt his phone being pulled from his pocket and his jeans fell to his tiny ankles. Kisses and tongues were felt on his neck and the small of his back. Tyler’s dick was now pulsing, pressed up against the massive rod that Jax had protruding from his body. Tyler pushed Jax’s unbuttoned shirt off his body, leaving him there in his underwear. His hands moved up and down the most beautiful body he’d ever touched. “Fuck yeah,” Jax let out in a very different tone than he had presented before. His voice was deviant, dark, sultry. His tongue was exploring every part of Tyler’s mouth. “Love me,” Jax said in an even darker tone. Tylers hands were everywhere on Jax, he couldn’t stop feeling every inch of him. “Tell me to stop Tyler”, Jax taunted. Tyler had no response. He couldn’t tell him to stop. He didn’t want him to stop. He felt Jax gently playing with his nipple piercings. The shockwaves of lust were still pulsing, so hard it felt like physical tremors throughout him. Jax moaned his name, “Tyler”, with more emotion than Jax had displayed yet. The boys had grabbed his phone and were looking through the pictures of Brandon. Their underwear was slipping off, their massive cocks disproportionate to their tiny bodies, rock hard as they looked over Brandon’s shirtless pictures. “He has a new text from Brandon,” one of them called. Tyler paused for a moment, desperate to want to respond to Brandon, whatever he had said. But then he locked eyes again with Jax. “Let the boys be your voice,” that deviant tone flooded out from Jax’s mouth. Again in a trance, Tyler just nodded and plunged his tongue back into Jax’s mouth. Jax’s hands were soaked in Tyler’s sweat. Both their bodies were shaking. “I hope you are having a wonderful time baby!” the text from Brandon said. The boy with the pure white hair and the pink cat eyes, began typing a response. The devious look on his face made the other boys surrounding him snicker in an evil manner. “Baby, I’m having a great time, but its nothing without you. All these beautiful hot guys but no one compares to my Brandon! Gawd you are tuly the best boy in the world and every moment I am away from you I know my love continues to grow deeper for you. I could truly never love anyone besides you!” The response was typed, the message was sent. The white haired twink looked up to see Brandon’s boyfriend with his head pulled back as Jax licked down the side of his neck. His 6 inch dick was leaking pre cum on to the floor. The silhouettes had emerged from the smoke, another 20 or so boys, now groping both the lovers as they transcended time and space. Tyler didn’t know who he was anymore. He had never felt so much lust in pleasure. He felt Jax walking him backward slowly until his little ass hit wet felt to be a table. Jax started to push Tyler back to lie on the table. Tyler again gained a minute amount of composure for a brief second, but succumbed only a moment later. The boys gently guides him gently on to the table. Jax’s massive 12 inch dick was now touching Tylers hold. It was sweaty, and Jax’s dick was soaked in pre cum. “Tell me to stop Tyler,” Jax said again. Jax knew it was time to begin to weave the corruption into the lust. “Tell me if Brandon makes you feel like this.” Tyler said nothing, his eyes couldn’t be seen. His asshole was so wet with the sweat and Jax’s precum. Of course he had waxed every part of his body, he was incredibly smooth. The devil music continued to shake his core. Even the droplets of sweat on his body seemed to pulse with this dark techno. “Love me Tyler,” Jax said again. Again no reaction. Tyler was in a trance. Another text came through and a few of the boys circled around to see what it said. Snickering and devious laughter ensure between them all caressing and kissing each other. “Love me Tyler,” Jax said again. Tyler could only moan. He felt the massive head of Jax’s dick begin to press into his ass. Tyler again gained composure. Looking up at Jax, he exasperatedly said, “Are you using a condom?” The darkness enveloped Jax, his smile devious, his mood content, “Baby, none of us use condoms ever. We share our DNA as is our mission to do. Mine will be swirling in you soon enough. I will be a part of you. Forever. And soon, more of me will be in you than Brandon, and he will fade away.” Jax paused as his head pushed further into Tyler. “Fade away,” he repeated. Further progress into Tylers sweet smooth hole. “Tell me to stop and I will.” A mix of intense pleasure overwhelmed Tyler, tears started to stream from his face. The white hair twink came up to him, showing what was arguably the hottest picture of Brandon on Tyler’s phone. Right in Tyler’s face. “Look at him,” the white haired twink said. Tyler didn’t respond. He was too wrapped up in bliss. The white haired twink grabbed his head roughly by his hair pulling his eyes to look at his phone. “Look at the love of your life. Look at what you are doing. Love the deception Tyler. Love it with all your heart,” the white hair twink began kissing Tyler as Jax pushed hard and deep in one motion all the way into Tyler. Jax’s smooth crotch caressed Tyler’s ass as he was as deep as possible. The white haired twink wasn’t making out with Tyler gently like Jax was. It was animalistic, tongues flinging into each other’s mouths, lust emulating from their bodies. The boys were still touching Tyler’s smooth body up and down. Tyler yelped when Jax bottomed out inside his ass. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was extreme. Jax was transforming in front of Tyler. Instead of the mundane, monotone boy that he had met, he was soaked in sweat himself, breathing heavily, losing his own composing. The lust was all consuming. Jax locked eyes with Tyler again. Tyler was under his control. “I will now fuck you in a manner that you have never been fucked before,” Jax stated plainly, but it was obviously he was filled with fire. His dick slid to the edge of Tyler’s hold and then with a massive amount of energy thrust and slammed deep into Tyler, stopping once he bottomed out again. It was an earthquake within Tyler. His bones shook with the insane force that Jax had slammed into him. He felt reverberations throughout his body over and over again. The eyes locked again. “Call me Brandon,” Jax said to him. This broke Tyler’s bliss for a moment, and he looked deeply into Jax. “I said fucking call me Brandon you fucking cheating slut,” Jax ordered. Again the dick pulled to the edge of Tyler’s ass and another explosive slam back into him. “Fucking say it Tyler!” The boys were surrounding Tyler’s head tightly, many of them begin to make out with him as wildly as the white hair twink had, and many had their lips right next to Tyler’s ears. Tyler heard so many seductive whispers from their mouths. “Cheat on him.” (another pull out of Jax’s dick and a slam back into him) “Love your infidelity towards him.” (another pull out of Jax’s dick and a slam back into him) “Enjoy the lies” (another pull out of Jax’s dick and a slam back into him) “You are descending into darkness.” (an even more explosive slam) “You’ll never want to leave this life.” (with even more power) “Think of how disappointed he would be in you.” “Oh Brandon!!!” Tyler screamed. And his scream reverberated throughout the entire dungeon club. “Yessssssssss, fucking say it!” Jax’s voice dripped in lust Kissing Jax like a wild boy, he exclaimed, “I love you Brandon” An even stronger slam deep into him. It felt like his bones were going to break with the tremors shooting through his body. “I am your FUCKING BRANDON!!!!” Jax roared. And another massive slam into Tyler’s ass. His ass had opened up significantly, he felt loose, and that turned Jax on even more. “Your infidelity is beautiful,” Jax kissed him. Jax stopped the slow pulling out and pile driving into Tyler and his thrust became rhythmic to the dark music playing. The music was maniacal, it created so much lust inside Tyler. He was pulling Jax as deep as he could. “Fuck me Brandon! Please cum inside me!” Tyler screamed again. “Oh baby, you beautiful fucking piece of trash”, Jax continued to pound. The boys were all over each other now. Sucking and fucking was erupting around Tyler. It was a glorification of unprotected sex, lust and bliss. “I am your FUCKING BRANDON!!!” Jax was roaring like a manic. Dripping sweat, he picked up his pace even more. Tylers hole was extremely loose, barely holding Jax’s big dick, which turned Jax on even more. “Give me your fucking heart!!!” Jax screamed. Tyler was soaked, stomach covered in precum. Other boys were dripping sweat on him. Jax was dripping sweat on him. He tasted its saltiness between making out with Jax. “Oh Brandon you make me feel like no one else!!!” Tyler cried. Jax began shaking violently. Throwing his head back he roared and Tyler felt the massive loads of Jax’s cum flooding him. Cum frothed off Jax’s massive dick. “You are my Brandon!!!!!!!” Tyler screamed. Tyler’s chest heaved in lust and ecstasy. He longed to become one with Jax. Jax orgasm continued, pumping extreme amounts of thick cum deep inside Tyler. Jax caught his breath and pulled out of Tyler. Gargantuan amounts of gobs of cum leaked from Tyler’s hole and the boys raced to get under it and drink it all. They were pushing shoving as cum fell into their mouths and they made out with it. Jax walked around to Tylers mouth, as he was still heaving and trying to catch his breath. “Taste your sin and infidelity on my cock. Clean your cheating ass and my cum from the new love of your life’s cock.” Tyler tasted it all, gagging profusely but like an addict trying to shove every bit of that salty dick into his mouth. He felt the boys worshipping his puckered loose hole as he worshipped the dick that made him cheat. Tyler’s dick began pulsing and shooting cum loads all over the place, as other boys raced to swallow the cum and make out with it. “Now boys, what do have, about 20 of you?” Jax inquired. “Its 12:30 and this boy needs to be home by 3AM. Breed the fuck out of him now and send this lying cheating sack of infidelity back to his so called love of his life on time!” The roar of Jax’s command resounded throughout the entire room. The white hair twink pushed through everyone and slid into Tyler’s sloppy hole. Even more gobs of cum flowed out of him, Tyler looked up at the room, his eyes meeting Jax’s. What horrors had he committed?

Not shocked at all by this. It was getting too commercial, even before the "big purge". When I first signed up for it over 10 years ago, it was pretty much all amateur/homemade stuff. I just didn't see it sticking around after it took down almost all the videos...that's really the only thing people were going there for. I can only assume the paid content creators have moved over to OF/JFF by now.

You will get STIs being a cumdump. End of story. Take PrEP, get vaccinated against hepatitis A & B, and HPV, and get tested regularly so that the others you will pick up can be treated. All STIs can now be prevented, cured or managed. That’s not to say it’s pleasant, but you get to have bareback sex. It’s up to you to decide if that’s a good trade off.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

I lost count of the loads I took in the next couple of hours. Poppered up and hazy, I seem to adapt into this new existence as a raw pig. Although the crowd were thinning out, I called out to see if anyone was around, as I was still strapped into the sling. We’ve all had our fun, I thought, as I debated phoning in sick the next morning, or how many hours time it would be. Then I could make out movement from the corner of my eye as a shadow appeared at the door. “Oh hey, could you untie me please? Everyone seems to have fucked off home” Out of the shadows came the receptionist. All six foot of him, with a muscular swimmer’s build, but this time naked bar a clear yellow rubber jock with a black biohazard symbol on the front which contained what looked like a heavy ring at the end of his cock. “Yeah mate, I will do eventually. Once I’ve bred that hole first.” It seemed, well, a reasonable request for freedom at this point. I’m sure something inside of me had been unlocked this evening, and the sight of him had my cock stirring to attention. “It’s Dan, right? Glen and Steve told me you finally had a vacancy, and so I thought I’d have a go” Fuck, he did look beautiful. Standing there in that jock, talking to me like I was a piece of meat. I found myself wanting to taste that biohazard symbol with my tongue, slowly making out the shape of it, as if to write it into my mind. “uh, sure, well go ahead. I guess one last random fuck won’t do me any harm”. Compared to the harm that’s already been committed to me, I weighed up this screwed sense of new principles. “The name’s Mike incidentally and I don’t think you quite understand mate. Usually I’ll turn away most horny drunks that rock up to the sauna in need of a late night snack, but I let you in. I took a shine to you.” Suddenly I felt a little scared. As scared as anyone who was strapped into a sling in a sauna complex where they’d been bred by numerous strangers. “I only gift men who deserve it. Those with… potential.” Everything about this evening had gone from weird to completely fucked up. “Potential?” I asked, worried. “Oh yeah. I’ve been looking for a bugson for a while now, and having watched you adapt to being a raw whore has been very interesting. Seeing as you’re still there, boy, let this bugdaddy mark you as his.” My cock hardened further. What was I hearing? It sounded twisted, wrong and… horny as fuck. “I see you like that boy, now tell bugdaddy to incubate you and claim you as his son” Oh, what the hell. “Please, bugdaddy. Claim this boy as yours. Please…”

I hopped up into the sling and maneuvered into position. I knew I had no choice now really. If I didn’t, these guys would’ve certainly made sure I was comfortable enough for them at least. “Strap him in.” Bloody hell. Steve took on a master of ceremonies tone to those within earshot. Almost to alert anyone else lurking about the sauna. “Gentlemen! We have an unexpected new recruit among our number this evening. Greg and I have already dosed Dan here with a couple of loads. So it’s over now to you, the panel so-to-speak, to help out with round two of the hiring process.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Brian, here, our most recent successful acquisition. I propose you begin proceedings!” Brian wasted no time, his fingers slipping into my now cummy hole, and his cock following immediately afterward. Jeez. I may have been new to the scene, but I was somewhat surprised how quickly I was acclamated to poz play. Brian was quite a vigorous lover, and I have the feeling his bollocks had been boiling after having been in the sling for god knows how long before I made my appearance. He piston-fucked me like some ravenous animal. I had no choice but to cave in as Greg shoved poppers under my nose again and causing me to groan increasingly loudly, honestly oblivious to the fact that I was strapped down in a sling, surrounded by poz men, all of whom were beating his cocks - hard, all awaiting his turn on me. A couple of guys, in fact, doused me with a load of piss. Before that night I’d been strictly one-on-one, but in the last hour I’d been fucked by three men. I didn't know how many more there will be or how long this would last. I was a lamb being led to slaughter. An offering. Undergoing recruitment. The final rewiring of my brain had seemingly kicked in. Fuck… yeah.

Recently, out of nowhere, I had a dream about my buddy Jeff. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and a half, and we'd lost touch over time. I'd stopped checking in to the cruising sites where we would chat from occasionally about how nice it would be to see each other again, but never made specific plans to do so. Frankly, he'd pretty much dropped from my mind. It happens. Life changes, people move on. But then he appeared. Vividly. I could taste and smell him, and feel his strong, sinewy furry body. He was fucking me. His eyes were wild, and I hungered for what was in those eyes. I kept asking him to feed me. His response was always a whispered "yeah...", never missing a stroke. He was machine-like in plowing my ass. I could feel myself getting hungrier and hungrier... Then I woke up. Sweating, agitated, surprised, confused, with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of. I shot a massive load picturing the end of the dream, when Jeff finally feeds me, giving my ass what it's looking for. The surprising and confusing part was that Jeff was HIV positive, and I was neg, but craving his load. It shocked me; but from then on I couldn't get him out of my mind. I had met Jeff originally at a park near where I used to live, in an industrial area along a river. We met up late one night, cruised each other briefly, then walked back toward the woods to a bench from which you could see any cars pulling into the park. In the low light we devoured each other: kissing, pawing, taking turns on our knees. Eventually he sucked my load out of me and we swapped my cum for a bit. We exchanged numbers and screen names and kept in touch. We played a couple times after that, at his place, where we could get naked and explore. He had boundless sexual energy that blew my mind. We sucked and fucked each other silly, but used condoms since I was neg. At one point he slid his bare cock into me, but I asked him to put on a condom. He said he thought I'd changed my mind. I almost did. There were times after that in our chats when he said he wanted to breed me. I always took it as just that: chat. After my dream, though, I was starting to think of it as something more. A couple nights after my dream I was back in my old neighborhood at night, and though I'd cruise by the park to see if anything was happening. There was--Jeff's truck was there, and he was not in it. My heart started racing, and I darted out of my car to see if I could find him. Sure enough, he was standing by the bench where we first met, looking out at the water. He saw me and smiled, and I didn't waste one second heading over and planting one on him. My hands worked quickly at freeing his cock from his jeans, and dropping my shorts to the ground. They were gonna get muddy, and I didn't care. I lowered myself to the bench and took his cock deep into my throat, getting it nice and slick. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat a little, pushing it balls deep into my gullet. Then he pulled out, and bent down to kiss me. When he stood up I threw my legs back to give him access to my hole. He immediately buried his scruffy face in my ass and munched ravenously, then stood up and slapped my hole with his cock, looking into my eyes. I smiled and pulled my legs back further. He smiled back and dove right in. My head was spinning as he plowed me with his big ol' poz fuck stick. I ran my hands over his furry body and reveled in his primal fucking. I looked into his eyes and recognized the wildness I'd seen in my dream. My smile widened. He kept fucking in a steady rhythm as he asked, "Are you still neg?" I nodded. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Feed me," I said. "Give me what my body's hungry for." "Yeah..." he whispered. His pace quickened. "Time for me to breed you buddy." I nodded in agreement, and with that watched his face change, eyes locked intensely on mine, as he unloaded his poz seed deep in my guts, grinding me into the bench, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly get it before pulling out with a pop. I licked his sweet cock clean, then kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of ass juice and poz cum with him. As we held each other and exchanged big shit-eating grins, he patted my still-bare ass and asked, "So does this mean we can do away with the condoms?" "You bet!" I answered, giving his dick a gentle stroke. "Good...then follow me home. I've got several buddies who I'm sure would be more than happy to help us celebrate your newly-found freedom." I wasn't about to pass that invitation up.

Book II Matt I Woke up to Steve sliding in my ass his hot cock about to explode. I soon felt his tool swell and pulsate as he delivered his load unencumbered by any barriers, He wished me good morning and said that he figured it would be safe t fuck me, as I was on PrEP, I told him I was not and I was still chasing his toxic load, this made him even more horny as he began to massage the cum into the walls of my colon with his hard cock, before long he was going for round two, when Sam entered the room followed shortly be Jeremy. Sam squirmed in front of me taking my cock into his cummy hole and soon after Jeremy scooted behind Steve and began humping his cock into his former roommate’s hole, we were a sex train about to derail as our boiling balls churned up fountains of spooge. Not sure who fired first but it set off a chain reaction and soon we were releasing cum into the ass of the boy/dad in front of us, Sam shooting across the comforter and onto the floor. After we were all spent, I led them to the large communal sized shower off my bedroom and we all soaped and played with each other, finally when everyone was rinsed and free of the grunge of traveling for five hours, and countless loads of semen spilled into hot receptive holes, we all stood drying ourselves, clean at last. I sent the boys into their room to get dressed once dressed we headed out to eat, first stop was to get a good old Chicago style dog, not sure if the boys would like it, but I got one for each with the fixings, then as we continued walking and they devoured the treat we finally came across one of the famous Chicago style pizza parlors and I guided them in. After quizzing them on their taste in toppings I went to order along with beverages. I returned to the table with tokens so they could play the arcade games and off they went just like little boys with a new present. I knew they would be occupied for a while. Just before the Beverages and pizzas arrived I looked over to see John standing in the door way with an adorable blonde boy of 18 about 5’7 and maybe 140 pounds muscled yet petite. He sent the boy over wearing his hoody pulled over his head, signaled he’d see me later and was gone. The boy’s name was Darren and he was Sam’s good friend from school who wanted to spend Spring break with Sam and his new fiends, for his 18th birthday present. The boys returned to the table just as the Pizzas arrived and picked up their beverages then Darren turned around to face Sam. Sam’s jaw hit the floor as he was in a state of surprise then he started rattling off questions n why, how, what Darren was doing here. Darren explained the situation to him and they hugged and after looking around Sam kissed him full on the lips. We settled down to eat the pizza and the boys chattered back and forth, by the time the pizzas were devoured they all seemed like old friends, by the time we got back to the Hotel they were punching and shoving each other like schoolboys. I had the boys hit the gym with me, having arraigned with the concierge for personal trainers for each of us, to keep us on track and working out rather than slacking and watching the eye candy which the hotel gym was full of. After a nice soak in the spa we headed back to the room, I had them strip and deposit their sweat gym clothes in a basket, then sent them to their room. I too needed to lie down for a while, it was around 3 o’clock local time but only noon in my body’s time clock, having gotten up this morning around 9 I barely had 5 hours last night. I striped off my clothes depositing my sweat shorts and top in with the boys, none of us wore underwear to the gym so it was just basketball shorts and tees in the bin. I set the alarm on my phone for 6 and laid down and was soon drifting off to sleep and to dreams of what might be in the future for us. My alarm woke me at 6 and I dragged myself off the bed, I wandered into the boy’s room to find them in a tangle of legs and arms holding and snuggling each other, Darren was right there in between them, sandwiched between Jeremy and Sam Stevens feet thrown over all of them. I went around and shook each one awake fondling as I went, We had come directly from getting out of the spa without showering so I slowly guided the sleepy headed boys who insisted they didn’t need a nap to the shower, climbing in after them and turning on the spray, the cold water woke them up fast before the water became warm and soothing. The boys washed Darren, and me as I caressed our new comer to our soiree and soaped him up, his cock was just slightly larger than Sam’s which made me happy as he would end up getting the attention he deserved tonight with that piece of meat, hell they would all be getting a lot of attention tonight. Once again we were cleaned up with fresh clothes on the boys in tee shirts and jeans, I in a button down and jeans as well, the concierge had recommended a couple casual dining restaurants within walking distance of both the hotel and our destination for the evening activities, the boys chose a BBQ place and we headed over, each of the boys got the large platters and I got the medium one, nothing like a good BBQ brisket of beef, home style baked beans and cornbread. After downing our meals it was almost 9 o’clock as we walked to our next destination. I handed each boy $20 told them to get a locker and make sure they told the clerk they were here for CumUnion, I opened the door to the Steamworks and followed my charges inside, they each followed my instructions and were buzzed in, I asked a large room with sling and was put on a waiting list, but I was near the top of the list, and to speed things up got the VIP membership. I got buzzed in and found my locker stripped down and wrapped the towel around my waist. Upon looking for the boys I found them huddled around Steve at his locker, I walked over and rubbed on each of them, Steve and I had been to the Berkeley Steamworks but we were all Chicago virgins. I put my arms across Sam and Darren’s shoulders and started guiding them into the recesses of the bath house. We passed through the halls lined with doors, a few ajar with guys playing with themselves and some entertaining others, playing together. I could see the boys getting majorly turned on with all the flesh that was available to them, tenting their towels. We continued the tour of the facilities finding the sauna and steam room as well as the showers, finally ending up in the darkened play space. I found an empty sling and helped Sam climb in, Darren began playing with his cock. Jeremy and Steve straddled his head, offering up their cocks for him to fill his mouth with, Darren reached back and began fingering his hole, as I dropped down and began eating that delicious ass. Sam was in ecstasy in sensual overdrive, alternating between sucking Steve and Jeremy’s thick cocks, Darren playing with his cock and balls, and I began sliding my cock in his boy cunt. I was leaking precum something fierce and soon Sam’s hole was wet and sloppy from all my pre jizz and Darren drooling down over his balls, running down his crack for my cock to push into his hole. I was getting close and we were beginning to gather a crowd, which only added to the sexual excitement, I took a step back and a hot guy stepped up, I turned my head and kissed John just as he slid his cock into his son, Darren recognizing John continued to suck Sam but then came to clean off my cock, I stood him up and had him slide his cock in Johns crack, which was moist with sweat and cum, soon Darren had slid inside his best friends dad and was fucking John as Sam was taking his dads big cock. John leaned over and started kissing Sam, the whispered in his ear “I’ve wanted to fuck this hole for years, but now that you’re legal I can, whenever you want it” I pulled Darren off of John and began kissing him then lifting his leg up slid my cock into his hole, I found a fuck bench and leaned Darren over it plowing into his virgin hole, someone came around and shoved a cock in Darren’s mouth and began feeding him his cock, I slid into his tight ass slowly at first, until he was taking my whole cock deep in his boy cunt, I began pounding Darren while looking over at Sam being pounded by his dad, while slurping down Steve’s cock. Jeremy was fucking some daddy bear in the shadows, while fingering Steve’s hot rectum. Soon I shot my load into Darren as Steve was about to shoot down Sam’s throat, pulled him over to the bench to dump his load deep in Darren’s boy cunt I could actually see his balls pulse as he shot a massive load into Sam’s best friend, while Sam cleaned off my cum coated tool, His dad unloading a huge blast of cum deep in his intestine working the spooge into the intestinal walls. It was an illustrious start to the evenings CumUnion event, by the end of the night, early morning festivities we all managed to blast our loads multiple times in as many holes that would take our cocks in Raw. And Sam officially became a cumdump taking at least 15to 20 loads and we each ended walking back to the hotel leaking spooge out of our cum filled holes. John accompanied us back to the Hotel, Sam was still a little shocked and Darren was in Gay boy heaven being with his best friend the way he had dreamed he could be for the past few years after realizing he was lusting after his gay friend. We got into the hotel around 4am and I had the boys re-shower and told them to have fun while John and I retreated to my room. I hinted to maybe join us in our bed, making it three to a bed. I heard the shower stop and the boys giggling then the shadow of my Norse god filled the door way then crossed the room and snuggled between John and me. We were worn out from the evenings fuck fest and all soon fell asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke around 9 to the sounds of fucking coming from the other room, I got up and went to go pee when Steve entered into the bath behind me as I desperately tried to piss with a raging hard on. “Here let me help you with that” He dropped to his knees taking my cock into his mouth, I moved us into the shower and concentrated on releasing my bladder, it started out as a trickle then soon it was a full flow of piss into Steve’s mouth. I was about halfway through my release pulsing the stream to help Steve keep up when I heard a voice behind me “Oh yeah this looks like fun” Then John was beside Steve with his mouth open, I alternated between the two pissing on them and filling their mouths with my morning piss. After the flow ceased, John sucked me to full hardness, then Steve stood up and slid his cock into my ass, which was still oozing cum and ass juices he pumped me a half dozen times then pulled John up and used the cum and ass juice from my ass to slide into John pounding his hole while I turned around and guided his cock to my hole, soon we were fucking each other in the shower standing up, Steve blasted in John then John dropped his load deep in me and we all began kissing and making out as I blasted my nearly toxic cream over all of us. I reached over and turned on the water and washed us all off. After the three way shower we all dried off and headed into the other bed room to find the other boys in a three way suck/rim fest. John slid his cock back in his boy and I slid into Jeremy, and Steve into Darren as we fucked our boys to another climatic orgasm. I ordered room service Sausage, Ham and scrambled eggs with champagne and orange juice for all of us, we mixed the two beverages much to the delight of all the boys and sat down to a hearty breakfast. Along with toast and jelly the boys were ready for our next adventure.

I didn't say it was bad, but I do notice that when ever "black men" are mentioned on this forum, most of the time the conversation revolves around dick size and nothing else. It comes across as a racist stereotype. I know plenty of black men with small/average penises.