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Hi guys. I'm Christopher. I'm 18 years old and finished high school today. There are no two ways around it, I am a geek, a nerd. Up until now if my nose wasn't in a book studying I was busy in the debating club or practicing in the band room. Not something cool like the drums, or trumpet or a sexy saxophone. No, I'm a geeky oboe player. I've never had the time or even interest to date girls. I've been too shy and frightened to explore guys or anything sexual for that matter. My nerdiness extends to being a computer geek. But most of that time has been consumed with playing dungeons and dragons type games on the family desk top in our basement wreck room. I did stumble across porn a few times but was so afraid someone would see me or notice what had been opened through the browser that I moved on and deleted the browser history as fast as I could. That was until last night! Yesterday my parents gave me my very own laptop. I'll be going away to university in the fall and they wanted me to have the summer to get used to it. The moment I saw the beautifully wrapped package and ripped off the paper I felt this deep inner surge of excitement. I immediately vowed to myself I was going to be more adventurous and courageous. I excused myself, went straight to my room, locked the door and stripped naked. I had already sprung a boner and loved the feeling of my erect eight inches hanging heavy. I rustled through my underwear drawer determined to put on my sexiest pair only to remember all I have are boring white briefs. For the first time in my life I said to myself 'fuck it'. I pulled on my oldest most comfortable blue jeans commando. Looking through my tshirts I realized how good my naked chest and abdomen felt. I looked in the mirror and traced down my treasure trove, unbuttoned the top of my jeans and fondled my still hard cock. Every part of my body smiled and my inner voice said 'Ready.' Opening and booting the laptop I worried that somehow others on the family internet would be able to see what I was browsing. A slight breeze grazed my left nipple, my cock jumped and for the second time I thought, 'fuck it, I'm not living in fear anymore.' I opened the browser and typed in Gay Porn. The next five hours flew by in a visual orgy of gay sex and furious wanking. I had never experienced such powerful orgasms and after the fourth realized just how angry red and soar my penis was. For another first I slept naked and every dream I was in the middle of vivid hot sex. I awoke with a start at 6:30 AM with my cock blasting forth from my wet dream. Checking the weather I uncharacteristically pulled on my khaki shorts, commando and stretched the neck of my loosest fitting tshirt before pulling it on. Liking the loose neck the sleaves just didn't feel right. So I pulled it off and cut them off leaving deep openings like the one worn by the porn star before his bareback public bathroom scene that I found so hot last night. My mom looked a bit taken aback as I headed out for my last day of school but she didn't say anything. Some of my friends teased me, but liberation and confidence had fully taken hold and their comments only egged on my cavalier attitude. In all my years of schooling a day had never dragged so slowly. All I could think about was getting home to my new computer and being awash in gay porn. I was totally surprised to find myself taking a much longer route home when the final bell rang. I didn't even really know where I was headed, it was as if a powerful magnet was pulling me in a direction I had no choice but to go. A direction that had me smiling all over and my cock tenting my shorts. I found myself locking my bike to a tree and taking a path into a woods beside a big parking lot with only a few cars. The deeper into the woods I went the more adrenaline pumped through my body. I began seeing less traveled paths branching left and right, as well as some well trampled areas with used Kleenex and condoms strewn around. I met an old grey haired man coming toward me. He smiled and stroked his crotch. I panicked,looked away and bolted past him. I decided to try a well used path that veered down into a ravine. I followed it for 100 feet and came to a sudden hault. I couldn't believe my eyes. Ahead, just off the trail, was a bent over gorgeous hunk of a man bracing himself against a sturdy tree. A fit looking middle aged man was fucking him. I had suddenly walked into one of the porn videos from last night but this was live in front of me. The guy getting fucked was my image of perfection. About 25 years old, nicely muscled, olive skin and hairy body. His face was handsome with a strong jaw and closely trimmed beard. It showed he was clearly enjoying every bit of the pounding his ass was receiving. They had not noticed my arrival even though I was close enough to hear every slap of his ass and both their ragged breathing. The top was first to speak. "I'm close. Where do you want this load." Bottom; "In my ass of course." My thoughts; 'Wait, are they fucking bareback?' Top, "Are you sure? I'm poz." My mind; 'Fuck! They are fucking raw.' Bottom; "Yeah man, especially if you're toxic." Top; "Then you're either already poz or on Prep?" Bottom; "No fuckin way man! Just breed me, knock me up. I want your load in my gut, even if you're undetectable." Top; "No meds here bud. ... so close ...That's why I scratched you prepin your dumb ass ... argh, fuuuuuuccck ... loadin yah. " Bottom; "Fuck yeah man! Seed me deep! Poz my ass!"

Well the classics never die! At the gym, lifting heavy weights and noticed a tight, short asian Twink kinda eyeing me. I just assumed he was looking at the free weights I was in front of, he has a mask on so I couldn't notice his facial moves. After my workout I hit the lockeroom, I take a shower and I go over to my locker. Asian Twink has arrived, he's looking at me. I smile back because he's cute and he's just in his towel to shower and......out comes the cock out of the corner of his towel. Oooo the sign! I'm half dressed and he motions with his head towards the shower so, I got undressed! Hahahaha He went first, I remembered I had powers in my bag and grabbed them. I went into his same shower immediately as the whole locker was DEAD and just started kissing him, he was small like a girl. He said "I'm a bottom" and I said cool, and he said "do.....do you have a condom?" and I said "dude, hit these poopers and get fucked like a man's supposed to" and was waiting to get kicked out but he was young and got really turned on so I spit on it, told him to take 4/5 hits of poppers and rammed on in. Couple if minutes later it was time, took it all like a man. Today I saw him again, and he said "I'm on prep, are you?" and I said "I'm poz" and.......he was just fine with it. I'm gonna have to start getting to the gym early to actually get a workout in, that's gonna become a thing lol

To frame my experiences, I live in medium sized town in The Chilterns, south Buckinghamshire, population 120,000 about 30 miles from central London. YMMV. BBRT: In my town there isn't enough guys nearby to make this worthwhile. Closest guy is 6miles away. Only use it when travelling to a big city like Birmingham, Manchester, London. NKP: Again nearest guy is 6-7 Miles away and nearest top is 22 Miles away. This site seems more extreme, but the guys are fantasies and phantoms. When travelling in cities, there's a lot of "horny talk" but meets almost impossible. I am guessing guys are high and looking to get off with their hands. Grindr: More locals, but after a coupe of years its the same dozen or so guys on here all the time. Skews to the younger demographic and as I'm in my mid 40's I find myself being chatted up and then asked for £££ often. Especially near the end of semesters! Grindr when travelling is a much better experience. Fabguys: Seems to be more guys who are on the DL or being "discrete". Can be good very occasionally but can be a high time waster. Scruff: A few more locals, older demographic. Around here it seems to be a majority of guys looking for something more than a bit of fun. Recon: Very thin membership around here, but quite good focus on fetish interests. Have met most guys from here over the years. Expensive. Squirt: I mostly use their database of cruising spots when out and about. Never met anyone from here. Romeo: I really like the design of the app and site. In mainland Europe it's the best by far. In the UK, membership is thin and patchy, mostly big cities. It used to be good for catching travelling europeans in London, but not great with locals. My one criticism is that they allow you to set your location to anywhere, so you can end up talking to someone who you think is in Berlin, but in effect they are in Glasgow and visiting next month, just fishing. It's also not the place to find bi/straight guys on the DL, as it comes off a bit too gay to them. Sniffies: Too few people online to be viable here. Breeding.zone: This isn't a hookup site, but worth a mention because I have met a couple of great guys through corresponding on here. WhatsApp Groups / teleGram Groups etc.: There's a number of these for different interests. A lot of noise, fakery, and queeney princess behaviour - not much action. There was one that was 700+ messages a day, which is unmanageable. To be honest, I don't bother with the apps as much as I did. You can waste a whole night and not get a meet. Much better to drive to the local cruising spot, sauna, or head to somewhere like Hampstead or The Vault, where the chance of success is 100x better.

I met Jessica at the bar, I could tell she was a little shy and lacked confidence, but she had splendid features and a smoking body. I started hitting on her, her friends told her to stay away from me but once I got her attention, she had little choice. I soon had her coming over to my place and it did not take me long to get her into bed and to take her virginity. Over the course of the next few weeks, I would fuck her daily and then send her home. This was all part of her training, slut training. I only used her after work and after I came inside her I would send her home. I had plans for her this Friday and asked her to go on a date. She quickly said yes, and Friday she came over and let me breed her and then she went home to get ready for our date. I told her to come back at 9 PM and just before at 8:55 she arrived. She was all dressed up and when she entered, I told her I had a surprise for her and have her a lace teddy. I had her strip and put it on and then blindfolded her and lead her to the bedroom leaving her pretty dress on the floor. When we got to the bedroom, I helped her on the bed and positioned her on the bed with her legs open and she was leaning back where I could hold her and whisper in her ear. I played with her breast and told her how beautiful she was. On time the tall white guy I found online came over and let himself in and he walked into the bedroom in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and I could tell from his expression he was pleased. She noticed we were not alone but before she could say anything I turned her head and kissed her while the tall guy who had pulled his shirt off climbed up on the bed and pulled her panties aside and began to eat her little cunt. She tensed up but soon came which made her relax. I could tell she was uncomfortable, yet she wanted to please me. He continued to eat her out and then he pulled up and got off the bed and undressed and out spang his thick 9-inch dick. The guy was average looking but once he was undressed, he revealed a tight body and a huge dick. I whispered in Jessica’s hear and told her that my friend is going to fuck you now. I am going to leave you two alone. Show him what a hot fuck you are, she started to speak but I kissed her and motioned for the tall guy to come over and I brough her head over to his dick and guided it into her mouth and waiting till she started sucking that big dick. I watched at the door while she sucked his dick, and he began to moan and then he pulled out of her mouth and brough her up and he leaned down and kissed her. He made out with her while he slipped her out of her teddy and then he began to finger bang her and she came again. I left at this point and went into the other room an watched the video camera I had set up. He soon had her on her back, and he was fucking her while he made out with her, and I could her moaning and even screaming some. I know it must have felt great and hurt all at the same time and after twenty minutes he came inside her and then got up and he dressed and left. I went in and held her a few minutes and then told her she should go home and come back tomorrow like normal. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she dressed and left like a good little slut she was becoming. She arrived on Saturday at 3 PM her usual time and I kissed her at the door and told her to undress. She did and I blindfolded her and led her to the bedroom where the tall guy and another guy I got off the internet were there. The second guy was 5’11 180, muscled with dark hair and a fat 8” dick. The tall guy jumped right in and began to kiss her, and I lifted her leg and put it on the bed giving the dark-haired guy room to slide in and eat her pussy. I left the room and watch again while they began to use her. They soon helped her on the bed and I hard her come while she was sucking the tall guy’s dick and the dark shorter one was eating and fingering her. He then pressed he fat dick at her wet pussy and began to fuck her and ten minutes later he shot his first load inside her. He pulled out and tall go in and fucked her for another fifteen minutes and shot his load inside her. They both ended up shooting two loads in her and then they both left. I left her in the room by herself to see what she would do, and she just rubbed her clit and soon came. I came in and told her it was time to go, and she pulled the blindfold off and I kissed her goodbye before she left. I text her an address on the way home and told her to meet me her tomorrow at 3. She said she would and that she loved me, and I told her I loved her too. Now be a good girl for me tomorrow. She arrived right on time; I text here to come to the door. She rang the door, and the tall guy answered the door. This was the first time seeing him, she had been blindfolded every other time. He asked her in and then handed her a note. I had given him an envelope for Jessica. Babe, I am tied up, it said. Taylor here is your date for tonight. He had plans for you! Be a good girl for me. The tall guy leaned down and kissed her and began to undress her. He led her to the bedroom and pushed her to her knees and had her suck his big dick. He let me set up a webcam so I could watch as he started to fuck her throat and she would gag and try to swallow him as he called her a dirty little whore. He used her mouth like this for twenty minutes while she gagged and slobbered all over his huge dick. The then pulled out and put her on the bed and ate her out for a few minutes till she came and then he began to fuck her. He fucked her for twenty minutes and then shot his gigantic load inside her. He pulled out and told her to stay just like that, her legs spread eagle on the bed. She looked so hot like that, then he got out his phone and began to text a few guys. The first to arrive was a young guy who lived down the street. He got there in four minutes and walked right into the bedroom after letting himself in. He was a tall skinny guy, blond and attractive and he quickly undressed, and I am sure his dick had to be 10 inches but on his thin body it looked like 12 inches. He ate her cummy hole and then got up and slide his huge cock inside her and fucked her for nine minutes and shot inside her. He looked at the host and said thank you, Brandon the tall guy told him to go grab something to drink and as he left the room the door opened and in came an older good looking Latin guy. He came in and undressed and jacked his uncut thick 7.5-inch dick and then got on the bed and rubbed it on her clit and began to fuck Jessica and fifteen minutes later he shot his load inside her. He called her a couple names in Spanish and got dressed and left. I could see that Jessica was starting to feel bad about being used like this and I text Bandon to get back in the bedroom and help her be a good little slut. Brandon went back in, and Jessica had covered her pussy and tits with a pillow and had started to cry. Brandon got on the bed, held her, and told her how beautiful she was and that she should not cover herself up. He grabbed the pillow and leaned in and kissed her as he placed his hand on her body feeling her all over. She began to moan, and he pinched her nipple. He played with her for another ten minutes and told her how much he liked her and wanted her to be his. She told him she liked him too. He then began to rub her clit and finger her and she soon came again. The next guy had arrived, and the young stud showed him to the room and they both entered. The hung young guys was in shorts and the muscled red head pulled his clothes off and his dick was 7 inches soft and grew to 9.5 and thick. He went over to Jessica and fed her his cock and she grabbed it started to suck him once Brandon encouraged her. Red was rough and fucked her mouth. Brandon started to leave but stayed to keep her compliant. Brandon told her what a good girl she was and hot she looked sucking that big dick as the hot young guy ate her pussy and Jessica soon came hard. After she came the young man fucked her again and shot in ten minutes hearing Jessica gag and choke and Red telling her she was a whore that needed training. After he shot, he got up and left and Brandon followed and left Red alone with Jessica. Once the guys were out of the room, Red pulled Jessica off his dick and choked her and told her she better learn how to suck dick and quick. He let go of her throat and she gasped for air. He then grabbed her and positioned her head off the bed and told her to open her fucking mouth. He proceeded to slide his dick in and fuck her throat and she gagged and chocked for the next ten minutes and finally Red was able to long dick her down her throat and he fucked her throat for another two minutes and then let her up for air. He then pushed her head back down and fucked her throat for another five minutes and again she gasp for air. He turned her around and spread her legs and shoved his big dick inside her and piston fucked her hard and she screamed and came while he was destroying her cunt and twenty minutes later, he came inside her. He grabbed her again and fucked her throat and made her clean off his cummy dick as he fingered her cunt with four fingers and then he fucked her one last time and shot another load inside her. Once he finished, he got dressed and told her she was one of the worst whores he had ever fucked but with his help she would improve. You will have another lesson soon and he turned and walked out of the room. Brandon saw both the young guy and Red out and then went in to check on Jessica. She seemed to be in shock, Brandon on the bed and held her and told her what a good girl she was and how amazing she was, and she cried and feel asleep in his arms. Hours later she awoke to Brandon fucking her nice and slow and making her feel amazing yet sore from that brutal fuck from Red. He came inside her and then he told her it was time to go. Brandon made a show of kissing her and telling her she was so beautiful in front of the cam before letting her out the front door. I text Jessica and tell her she was making Brandon fall hard. She sent a smile back and asked when she could see me. I told her I would be back in a few days and to go to Brandon’s every day till I am back. She text back a sad face and I text her that I loved her, and she should be a good girl for Brandon.

I heard that a park nearby was cruisy and I had never done that before. I wanted to broaden my sexual horizons so I decided to give it a try. I cleaned out, lubed up and grabbed a handful of condoms. I would try to suck all the cock I could find and maybe get fucked also. Being a newbie I was worried I might have a hard time figuring out how to do it. Turned out it was pretty easy. After walking around a bit I caught the eye of a young guy about my age. He was husky, like a football player and very obvious. He grabbed his crotch lewdly and gestured for me to follow him. Two minutes later we were off in the trees with his dick down my throat. I was very excited and knew better than to touch my cock. I concentrated on blowing my new 'friend'. I discovered he liked his balls licked and sucked so I spent a great deal of time slobbering on them while I jacked his meat. His groans and words of encouragement had me wild with need to taste his seed. When it came it was a gusher. The first volley went across my cheek but I managed to catch the rest in my mouth. He let me nurse his deflating erection siphoning out every bit of cum. With a 'thanks buddy' he stuffed his business back where it belonged, zipped up and wandered off. I was still on my knees savoring the jizz on my tongue when a voice startled the hell out out me. "That was hot. Want a taste of this?" Twenty feet away was a man leaning against a tree stroking a mouth watering cock. This guy was the polar opposite of the football player; rangy, rough looking with a hint of menace in his countenance, probably 20 years older than me. But his smile was friendly enough, a bit mischievous. I nodded eagerly. This cruising business was easy as fuck. He wouldn't let me get to work right away. Teasing my lips he pulled away if I tried to take him in my mouth. I had to let him smear pre-cum across my cheeks only getting a tiny taste if I darted out my tongue. He gave me a few playful slaps with his rod. "Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock," he demanded. "Real fuckin' bad," I pleaded. "Please let me suck you." He continued to tease me and then relented on one condition. "You can suck me first if I can fuck you after." I had my condoms so immediately agreed to his condition. His cock was unlike any of the few I had encountered before. It was so gnarled and veiny it was like some sort of wildly ribbed dildo. It was a topographical sensation for my tongue as I explored every surface. At one point I thought he might be pissing his pre-cum was leaking out so fast. I was lost in cocksucking revelry of a truly amazing specimen of male anatomy when he broke in with a demand for me to drop trou and bend over. I acceded immediately knowing his cock would feel amazing in my ass. But first I fished out a condom and handed it to him believing in my naivety that it would be expected. I learned differently later on but for now he merely gave me an odd look, shrugged and rolled the latex over his meat. His cock did feel good and I had to wonder how much better if would feel without the protective barrier. While he fucked me he noted how much he would like to watch me suck cock. I agreed that would be fun so we halted our activity to go find a third. The park was quiet though. Except for a couple walking a dog there was no dick to be found. My new friend asked my if had ever cruised the other end of the park by the overpass, its where the homeless men hung out. I ventured to suggest blowing homeless guys might be kind of gross. He waved off my concern, "Nah they are clean enough and horny as fuck. You will get all the dick you can manage". I liked the sound of that but will they use a condom if I want one to fuck me I asked. "Those guys are so desperate for a willing hole to fuck they will do whatever you say." Again my dick over-ruled my thinking brain and my inexperience silenced any warning bells. We walked to the other end of the park and entered the shrubby expanse where there were signs of homeless camps, litter, abandoned luggage etc. He found a spot to his liking directly under the overpass near a stained and tattered twin mattress. "Okay," he said, "let me have that ass." I quickly pushed down my shorts again handed him a condom. He 'suited' up and off we went. He was right about the men. Very soon a noise to my right alerted me to two guys approaching the scene. Both had their cocks out. My friend offered up my mouth. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that I opened up and accepted the flacid cock into my mouth but was pleasantly surprised at his taste. He was not fresh by any definition of the word but neither was he smelly or rancid, a bit stale is what I would say. Of course they looked every bit homeless and fairly disreputable. More men showed up and soon they were taking turns fucking my throat. I was lost in a ecstasy of cock lust and if some of the men were less than clean tasting I soldiered on taking them as they came. My mouth became dry and one of the men noticed. He pulled a bottle of Coke out of the pocket of his cargo pants and offered it to me. I gratefully drank ignoring a bitter aftertaste. There was still some left and he encouraged me to finish it off. I did so and went back to sucking his dick. My friend was still fucking me. At one point he pulled out allowing another man to finger my hole. There was laughter over some comment I could not hear. When he pushed his rod back into my hole I reached back to feel that the condom was still in place. I did not realize in the short interval when I was being fingered he had torn the condom from its ring and merely put that back on around the base of his dick. All I knew was that suddenly his cock felt truly amazing. It lit up my hole! And something else was happening also. I was feeling very different, horny as fuck but my skin tingled and my consciousness felt altered somehow. One of the homeless men expressed interest in fucking me. My friend stepped aside. I still had the frame of mind to mention a condom. Everybody laughed. I was not with it enough to realize what was going on. My friend merely handed the new guy the condom ring off his cock so that again when I felt him I thought the condom was in place. I was on fire though, everything felt amazing, the cocks in my ass, the cocks in my mouth. I was floating on a cloud of sex. And then the homeless guy in my ass shot his load. Even in my drug induced euphoria I knew something bad was happening. When he stepped aside I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. It was slick and leaky. I pushed two fingers inside and cum gushed out. What the fuck?! That was more than one load. I didn't even realize both guys had cum. My friend slapped my hand away. I protested that I did not have unprotected sex. That elicited more laughter from the group of men that surrounded me. How many were there. Things were foggy. "Of course not," was the reply. He fingered my hole. I felt a sting, was he putting something in my ass? He put his lips next to my ear and a shudder of pleasure shivered through my body as his scruff scraped against my cheek. "Don't worry buddy, " he reassured me, " I am going to take real good care of you, you are going to have the time of your life." "You will use the condoms then," I asked meekly. He frowned then gestured to one of the men to mount me. "No buddy, you are going to take every one of these worthless fucks cock and every one of them is going to breed you. Its what you need." I started to cry, to plead. Not for them to stop fucking me. Oh no, I still wanted cock but I could not let go of my safe sex mentality even though I had already been bred twice or maybe more. I was confused. Already a fat guy with long greasy hair was balls deep in my hole. He grunted like a pig and smelled like bacon grease. I made one last feeble effort to pull away and search for a condom. Strong hands forced me still. The condoms disappeared. "You belong to us now pal. you need to relax or things might get a little rough for you." I was still crying but barely struggling, my limbs felt like they were in quicksand. The guy with the Coke held a small brown bottle to my nose. I knew they were poppers but had never had any. "This will make you feel better man. Just take a good long snort and all your problems will go away." He wasn't wrong. I was too far gone not to do what I was told. He closed one nostril and I inhaled deeply. He ordered me to do it again and then a third time. I was in heaven. A long low groan, fatty was unloading and a new cock replaced the spent one. When he paused I backed up on it eagerly. "I think he wants it," was the comment. Laughter. I begged him to fuck me, breed me, make me his bitch. My words were cut off as a cock was pushed down my throat. Whatever had been pushed up my ass was in full effect and I was nothing but two holes to be used. Didn't matter to me how clean, ugly, gap toothed, foul breathed or disgusting the men were I wanted their cocks and their loads. My friend was there through it all, encouraging the fucking, the breeding, taking up the slack when my ass was empty. Cum ran down my legs, splattered my hair. I came back to reality at one point. I was tied to the mattress somehow, ass up, face rammed into the piss stained mattress. Men were still taking turns on my ass. One of them men expressed the need for a rim job. I was released from my bonds only to be turned over and pushed back down. A hairy hole was pressed onto my mouth and I was ordered to get busy. I parted his greasy curls with my tongue delving deep for the tender inside flesh of his anus. He moaned as he ground his ass on my face. I couldn't get enough. My legs were raised and a truly enormous cock was rammed balls deep into my hole. I yelled in pain though it was muffled by the asshole pressing brutally down on my face. The fucking was like no other that I had experienced. The drugs were starting to wear off and I longed for another hit of poppers. The guy on my face stood so the guy in my hole could own me completely. It was a huge black man with a face like squashed jack o' lantern. He leered grotesquely as he punished my hole with his freakishly large manhood. I could do nothing but grit my teeth and hold on silently begging for it to be over. I must have passed out. The startling feeling of fresh piss hitting my face revived me. Several of the men were relieving themselves. I was ordered to open my mouth and stupidly I obeyed. Very quickly I was soaked head to toe. The men shook the last drops off their cocks and wandered off. Dazed I looked around for my clothes. I did manage to find my torn and piss soaked shorts. Before I could put them on I had to squat and push out the cum and piss that bloated my insides. It ran down my legs in torrents and I did not bother to wipe it off before putting on my shorts. Feebly I made my way to my car and home. I did not bother to shower before crawling in bed. The taste of ass and cum was still on my lips, my hole felt raw and gaping, the dried cum on my skin flaked onto the sheets. I masterbated furiously as I remembered the events of the evening. My cum shot arched over my shoulder to hit my face and pillow. It continued to drool and pool in my belly button. I dreamed of returning to the park.

poz all the way, it's the best

Absolutely agree with both @AirmaxUK and @1hornyjohn here. I've always done better in 'real life' meets than on the apps. I have met a couple of guys via apps but usually several days, weeks or even months after starting to chat. Saying that a couple have now become regular meets. Saunas, sex clubs, cruising areas definitely more successful, I even have better success picking up on the street, trains, buses than apps and if wearing one of my T-shirts with RAW on it (see my pic), then it's always BB too without discussion!

Last night. There’s a bike path that runs near our home and there’s a spot to park and guys hanging out there looking. Some are drinking and/or smoking weed, mostly younger guys. Easy enough to hang with, get a buzz and take it into the nearby alleys. Was doing that last night and this skinny blond white boy started talking to me. I already had my shirt off and shared some weed with him. He was rubbing the bulge in his pants as we talked. He asked if I had a place nearby and I said I did. He asked if we could go there and i laughed and asked what for. He pulled my hand over to his cock and I started rubbing it. I said I couldn’t use my place for it but I knew a place nearby if he was cool for doing it in a fenced in backyard. He said he was and so we headed down the path to a nearby house that’s empty. The fence around the backyard isn’t locked and so we slipped inside. We started kissing and I could feel his hard cock grinding on me as I got hard. We were undoing our shorts and soon were naked and stroking each other’s cocks as we kissed. He paused to ask if I wanted to fuck and I said I did. Led me over to the side of the house and turned to face it, spreading his legs and presenting his ass. I wasn’t gonna ask about wrapping and spat on my cock and his ass and started sliding in him raw. He was fairly tight and spit a few more times and worked it in as he moaned and said how good my cock felt in him. I loved that he was taking me raw, no questions, and was struck by how good looking he was. I’m guessing he has no problem finding guys to fuck him and got busy stroking the nice long cock of his. The harder and deeper I fucked him the more precut he threw off and a couple times he asked me to stop jerking him as he was getting close. He could sense I was close and was begging for me to cum inside him and not to pull out. As I came he let out several satisfied oh yeah, fuck yeahs. I kept stroking as I could easily put another load in him but he asked me to stop because he was close to cumming. I pulled out and got in place against the house and assumed the position. I’d already taken loads earlier and knew I’d have no problem taking him, especially since his dick was long but not thick. He eased in me and it was obvious he wasn’t going to last long based on his breathing and frantic pace. He came and I could feel the sudden flood of cum inside me as he let out a satisfied grown. He was stroking in a spasmy way now and he gasped out “you want more?” I said I did and he regained his rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in. I love how he just went bare in me and he probably knew I wanted I that way since I didn’t wrap for him. I told him how much I loved thst first load and that I wanted more. he built to another orgasm, less intense but I didn’t care…I loved that he was getting what he needed and I was getting his seed. once he came he slid out and turned me to face him and we started kissing again. I told him i was ready again again and he admitted his ass was sore and that he didn’t get fucked much. I said I understood and suggested he suck me til I was close to cumming and then I’d slide in him just to cum. He seemed hesitant but dropped down to suck me. He may not get fucked much but he was a pro at sucking cock and several times I had to have him back off as I was close. I told him to stand up as I got there and forced my cock in him as I started shooting my second load. He was murmuring a bunch of oh yeahs as I stroked and shot inside him. I could have easily given him a third load but since his ass was sore I figured I wouldn’t try my luck. We kissed in the moonlight laughing at each other. He asked my name and I gave him a name (but not my real name). He gave me his and asked me if I’d done this before. I admitted I had and asked him the same. He admitted he’d done it a few times but still got nervous doing it. He joked about having to remember about this yard as he couldn’t host and gets nervous doing it in cars. Part of me wanted to hear more about his hookups but I know the etiquette of hookups like this…you don’t. I laughed and said I didn’t mind doing it in cars especially if it was hot. He asked for my number and I paused but then gave it to him and asked for his. He gave it to me and asked if I was single. I said I was and asked him. He looked embarrassed and admitted he was seeing a guy. I said it was cool and that we all have needs. He laughed and admitted his BF doesn’t know he does things like this again I said it was cool and we all had needs. We kissed some more and he thanked me, admitting he’d wanted a guy to cum in him bad. I let him know anytime he wanted it that way to text me. we walked back not saying much as I took in how hot he was. I loved that he wanted to get so bad he’d let a stranger breed him raw. I’m guessing he’s probably let other guys breed him too. He got back in his car and left waving as he did. There were more cars in the lot now…guys smoking weed and drinking, jerking each other discretely. Some getting out of their cars and walking down the paths to bushes. I sucked another guy off but after that was done.

Just now took two guys bareback, from an ad on Doublelist. They wanted me blindfolded, buck ass naked, on my hands and knees with my ass facing the propped open front door. I did as I was told and sent the text that I was in position and ready to be used. I waited for what seemed like 5 minutes before I heard the door creek open. My hole twitched and I let out a audible gasp of "oh fuck". I heard them say, "Oh yeah! That's a good little obedient cumdump whore!" One guy started mouth fucking me with his fingers then went straight to my ass and it felt like he just stuffed all 4 straight in and really grinded his had up my ass. "Fuck! That's a sloppy loose cunt boy! How loads are in there?" I had taken two loads earlier bit still needed more. I couldn't answer him because the other guy already had his entire cock stuffed down my throat. He had both hands on the back of my head and was grinding his balls into my chin. I felt the other guy ram his cock balls deep into my sloppy used cunt. All I could think about was how good his cock was going to taste after he pulled out of my cum filled gash. I finish this story later. My 5th cock of the day just texted "on my way"....

POSITIVE +

Recently poz, now undetectable with meds, taking as many loads as I can get. In fact, took one 30 mins ago!!!

You've summed the situation brilliantly Andy. All the action I get nowadays is at sauna or places like SBN the Vault The Bunker or, when it finally stops fucking raining!, the Heath.

So I answered an ad on grinder. Guy said he was new but wanted to try man sex. he was an attractive guy about 45. Told him to come over. When he got here he was very nice. We got naked and he had a nice 6 “ dick thick. I sucker him and he said he had never fucked a man. We laid on the bed and I told him to rub his dick around my ass. I could tell he was getting excited and then he asked if he could stick it in. Sure and in he went No mention of condoms. He stated to pound away and then he asked if he could cum in my Ass. Said sure and then a few minutes he came He must have pumped a huge load. when he left he said he now had fucked a man and would be back again

I love eating ass, give me poppers and a sweet hole to eat, I’m there for an hour

Had 2 hours before I had to go to the airport yesterday so I stopped by an adult video store. Wasn't a lot of guys there from the number of cars. Went into a booth and left the door open. I lowered my pants and bent over a chair that was in there. Being locked all I could do was watch the video screen until a guy walked up behind me. I handed him the bottle of lube and he slide inside and fuckede for about 5 minutes before cumming. He left then about 5 minutes later a second guy walked up behind me and slide inside. He fucked for almost 10 minutes before unloading in my ass and leaving. After a few minutes having no other guys come in I pulled up my pants, left and headed to the airport.

To start with, I am a Dutchman. This text is therefore written in Dutch and has been translated via google translate ... Part 1 Jason was 19 years old and a good guy, he got good grades in college, had a girlfriend and lots of friends. He had a normal life, until his girlfriend left him because she thought he was too normal and too good. There he was, alone in a big city with no girlfriend and friends who sat at home because they were already at work. After a few weeks he had worked through the grief and decided to do some work on himself. He got himself a subscription in the gym and started working out. After a few months in the gym this began to bear some fruit and you could already see a nice six pack. Of course, he had also met some of the regulars and some friendships began to form. One of them was Mike, a muscular man of 38 years, nicely tanned and very handsome. Mike had a crush on Jason from day one. When Jason first came into the gym Mike thought, I want that young guy in my stable to use. He had a plan to bring him in. After seeing him a few times, he went next to him at the weights and said he was training wrong. Mike wanted to help Jason with his exercises so he wouldn't overwork his muscles. Jason thought this was nice of Mike and they got to talking. Now several months later, Jason and Mike began to develop a friendship. That's what Jason thought anyway, but Mike had a plan and a mission. Mike asked Jason what he had to do that weekend. Jason said not much just hang out with my friends and have a drink. Mike said don't you come to the gym party here. I should come alone and I know people here but it would be more fun if you came too. Jason as good as he was could not say no and said ok why not. The weekend is always the same so a change can't hurt. They agreed that Jason would come to Mike's house and they would come here together. Mike thought to himself, this is the moment. From now on, you're mine. Saturday at 7pm Jason arrived at Mike's house, he lived in a detached house in a cul-de-sac where there were only 2 other houses and they were not occupied. He rang the bell and Mike opened the door. Come in he said and have a drink first the party only starts at 8 pm and we don't want to be the first ones there and the rest of the guys will only be there at 10 pm. Yes is good said Jason, to be the first one there would be a bit weird. Mike took Jason to the living room and sat down on the couch. Do you want something to drink said Mike, yes said Jason but preferably something fresh first. No problem said Mike and went to the kitchen. When he came back with the drinks and gave a cola to Jason. He said it is not an ordinary cola but one that a friend of mine makes, he is trying to start a line of sodas. I hope you like it, if you don't like it just tell me what you don't like about it and I'll let him know so he can update his product. What Jason didn't know was that there was just GHB in his drink and that Mike was trying to cover it up. Mike put on his mega flat screen and they watched a random program on TV. Jason sipped his drink and thought it tasted a little strange but said he liked it, but thought to himself I would never buy it. After about 20 minutes Jason started to get a little warm and he felt a little lighter in his head. Mike saw this and thought the time was right to take his plan a step further. Shall I give you a tour of my house said Mike. Ok is good said Jason. Mike showed Jason the ground floor and then went upstairs. Upstairs they came to a room with a massage table. Hey said Jason, do you give massages. Yes said Mike. Would you like to get one from me, I am very good them. Gladly said Jason. He thought lying down will do me some good. Take off your clothes and lay down on the table. Jason did as he was told and took off his clothes and lay naked on the table with his face through the hole in the table. Mike took some oil and put it on Jason's back and started massaging him. Jason was totally relaxed by the firm hands that were massaging his back. This made the GHB start to do its job even better and Mike noticed this. What do you think about it Mike asked, Jason could hardly utter any more words and moaned something that looked like yes. Perfect Mike thought and he moved his hands towards Jason's beautiful bulging ass. Jason was a little startled but was so relaxed and high on the GHB that he couldn't do anything. Mike kneaded his ass and took some more oil and a shard of Tina. He carefully opened Jason's ass and stuck the shard of Tina in his hole. Jason who was high was shocked by the finger in his ass and said half understanding what are you doing, this is not part of a massage. Mike said sorry but my hands were slipping from the oil. Jason could still place it in his condition and laid back down. He got hot and felt something burning and said this to Mike. Mike said this was probably from the oil and it would pass. Jason started to get even hotter than he already was and also felt a weird feeling in his ass. The feeling that something must be put in there. He was starting to get horny and Mike noticed. As Mike continued to massage Jason began to moan. This was the moment Mike had been waiting for all along. A handsome straight guy who was moaning under his hands. After he finished massaging Jason's legs he said he was done and Jason wanted to get up but from the table but needed help from Mike. Mike said, you can't go to the party like this. You know what, let's go to the next room and lay down on the bed. The room was dark and Mike put Jason on the bed. Jason, who at that moment wanted nothing more than to get something in his ass, was writhing on the bed and was stroking his hole with his fingers. As weird as he thought it was but Jason wanted to get to his hole and stick his fingers in it. Mike was pleased with what he saw and went into the next room to take off his clothes and put on his harness. When Mike came back into the room he saw that Jason was fingering himself and saw that his eyes were in his head like flying saucers. Jason said he didn't know what was going on with him. Mike did know and thought this is just the beginning for you. The room Jason was in was actually Mike's playroom and he opened up one of his closets and took out some wristbands and anklets. Jason who was busy with himself didn't even notice this. Mike sat down next to Jason and said how is it going friend. I don't know said Jason but I feel so horny and dirty. I will help you said Mike and put on the ankle straps and clicked them to the bed. What are you doing asked Jason. Nothing he said, I'm just helping you. As he put on the wrist straps Jason looked at Mike and said why are you doing this. Well said Mike because you shouldn't play with your pussy but I will for you. Jason who was so flighing high was slow to process this in his head and before he knew it he was strapped to the bed. Although Jason realized that he was tied to the bed and couldn't get out, he really just wanted to feel something in his ass. Mike said how do you feel slut. Jason looked at Mike and said he didn't want this and that he is not a slut. To which Mike said, from the first moment I saw you I knew you were a cum slut, only you didn't know it yet. From now on you will learn that you are a cum slut and will want nothing more than to get cum in you. Jason who could think a little more clearly said no, but still he felt in his ass that weep for something that would be put in his hole. Mike said, I will prepare you slut, are you ready. Jason struggled a little but couldn't get a move on. Mike put a gas maker on Jason's face and took his pipe filled with Tina, lit it and blew big white clouds into the mask of his future slut. Jason who didn't know what was happening and was saying no, couldn't help but breathe in the clouds. The more he breathed in of it the hornier, calmer and warmer he became. When Mike felt it was right he took off the mask. How do you feel slut he asked. Jason's eyes turned away and could only half utter something resembling a moan. Now the real work begins Mike thought. He took another shard of Tina and put it in his slut's ass who was no longer resisting. Jason recognized this burning sensation and let himself go completely. He was also happy with the finger in his ass but it didn't stay there long. Mike turned on the lights in the room and then you could see that room was fully furnished with fuck bench, sling, a cross. On the walls hung gags, harnesses, dildos, buttplugs , whips , ... Mike untied Jason from the bed, he couldn't walk away now anyway because he was completely high and had to be helped to stand up. Mike brought him to the fuck bench and laid him over it and secured him. Jason's feet were in a large bucket. Now we are going to make a real slut out of you said Mike, he took depilatory cream and smeared Jason with it. His cock, balls, chest and ass. After 10 min he rinsed him off and all the hair was gone. Mike took a syringe of lukewarm water and sprayed it into Jason's ass. He did not know what he felt or what happened and let the water out and all the dirt came with it. Now you are ready Mike said. Jason who got a gag in his mouth and the drool ran out. Mike took one of his whips and slapped Jason's ass. Jason gave out a cry with each stroke. After 10 strokes Mike asked are you a slut to which Jason tried to say no but couldn't because of the gag and because he was high. Mike hit harder and after 10 strokes he asked again. Jason wanted it to stop and gave in and said yes I am a slut. Good said Mike. He took the ball out of his mouth and asked, are you my slut ? Jason who didn't want any more strokes immediately said yes. I am your slut. Good said Mike, from now on you can call me master. Ok master said Jason. Can I go now he asked. No said master from now on your training starts. Jason shed some tears because he didn't want to, but he still felt horny and still wanted something in his ass. Master stroked his slut and went to the wall and took his smallest dildo. He took lube and stood next to it and showed it to Jason. This one goes in your ass slut he said. Jason tried to shake his head of no but somewhere he was also happy that he was finally going to get something in his empty felt ass. Mike sat down behind him on his stool and lubed up the ass hole. was not allowed to start too hard or that this could immediately reduce the fun and prevent the seed he wanted to plant in his new slut head from growing. He wanted to make Jason a real cumdump and that did require some expertise. Jason felt something pressing against his ass and from the bump he had already gotten his hole had already loosened up a bit and he felt that little dildo slide into him. Even though it hurt he felt a sense of relief in his ass because it was now getting filled. Even though he didn't want it his ass started to ride against that dildo to feel it deeper inside him. Mike saw that it was coming good and took it a step further by starting to fuck his new slut ass with the dildo. Jason didn't know what was happening to him but he began to moan, not in pain but in pleasure. He wanted it to stop but then again, he didn't. His mind was giving him conflicting feelings. After a few minutes master thought it was good and stood up took a slightly larger butt plug and stuck it in Jason's ass. Ready for the next step slut he said. Jason didn't know what to do or think anymore so cautiously nodded yes. Mike took and mouth spreader and placed it in Jason's mouth. Now that his mouth was spread wide open, Master could put a man's cock in Jason's mouth for the first time. He removed his cock from his jockstrap, a firm thick cock of 6 cm thick and 22 cm long came out. Jason saw this and knew what was about to happen and wanted to say no but couldn't because of the spreader. Now you are going to learn to suck your masters cock he said. He took his dick and put it in his sluts mouth, Jason started to gag but Mike didn't listen to that. After a few minutes of face fucking his slut like that the master thought it was time for him to really learn how to suck a cock. He took off the mouth spreader and took his electro clamps and placed them on his slut's tina cock. Ok said master now you are just going to suck my cock like a true slut. And don't think you will bite me. I don't want to feel any teeth either and if I don't satisfied then you will feel this. Whereupon he sent a surge of electricity through his slut's cock. Jason gave a cry and knew he didn't want to feel this again. He opened his mouth and master came closer with his stiff pole. Master stuck it in Jason's mouth. Jason started to suck but didn't open his mouth enough so master felt teeth and gave him a power surge. Jason who was shocked and wanted to do better because he didn't want another burst of electricity. Master gave his new slut instructions so he did better and after a while Jason didn't mind sucking his masters pole either. Little by little he resigned himself to his new role, a slut. His mind still struggled a bit but he was so drugged that he didn't feel like resisting too much anymore. His ass felt good because there was a plug in it and he also liked the taste of his master's cock. Master wanted to reward his slut and felt he would squirt. He took hold of Jason's head and said here comes your first reward slut. Make sure you keep everything inside and later before you swallow you show the reward you got from master. Jason got scared of getting seed in his mouth but again he resigned himself to his new role. Master pushed his cock into his mouth one last time and squirted several thick jets into Jason's mouth. He removed his pole from the slut's mouth and said show Master your reward. Jason opened his mouth where master saw his seed. Now you may enjoy your reward, swallow slut. Jason tried to swallow but started gagging. Master laughed and said swallow I said. Whereupon Jason swallowed. Master asked and was it nice your first portion of seed. Jason who was already starting to think more clearly wanted to say something but master slapped his ass and said. You just have to say yes master. Jason couldn't help but say Yes Master. He knew that Jason hoped it would stop here but master thought otherwise. I need to pee said master and you need some moisture. You will now learn not to waste what master gives you. Open your mouth slut. Jason hesitated, but knew if he didn't he would get a power surge. Jason's mouth was open and master took his cock put it in Jason's mouth and said, drink everything slut or you know what's next. Jason started gagging as master started pissing into his slut mouth but did his best to keep it all in. The idea that he was drinking piss broke him and from now on he fully complied with his role. Master's chem piss gave Jason an extra boost. But master didn't think this was enough. He put a collar around Jason's neck attached a chain to it and untied Jason from the couch and led him to the sling. Jason, who was unsteady on his feet, followed. Lie down here said master and Jason lay down in the sling. Master attached the legs and arms to the sling and blindfolded Jason. You are not doing bad slut said master. You are not there yet but you will be. Mike was pleased with what he had already accomplished and now moved on to the next step in the slut's training. Jason felt his biceps being tightened and wondered what was happening. He felt something weth on his arm and a brief sting. Now we are going to fly said the master, from now on you will become a real cumdump and you will beg for it. Even though he was broken, Jason thought begging for cum I don't think so. But when the band of around his arm was done he felt something welling up in his throat, he had to cough and it got hot everywhere and .... His eyes turned away and all he could think about was what the master's last words were. CUM . He wanted cum and preferably as much as possible, he wanted his ass fucked. He said this out loud too, I want cum and fuck me , fuck me, use me pleas. That's the way I like it said master. But you have to earn master's cock in your ass first. Please fuck me master I will do anything for it said Jason. Although he was shocked to hear himself say this he really wanted nothing more. Master took the plug out of Jason his ass and because of that Jason felt empty and cried out that he wanted something in hole. Master said patience slut I will fill it for you right away, but you don't talk like that to your master, you need to know your place and gave a power surge to his slut. Jason knew he had been wrong and said sorry master I won't do it again. Master had brought a larger dildo and smeared some lube on his slut's hole which was already open a bit. He stuck the dildo in his ass and Jason was ecstatic. More master, please give me more. If you want more said master, then you will have to earn it anyway said he. At that moment the door of the room opened and 3 more men came in, very muscular. They were naked and had big fat cocks. Mike hadn't lied about the others coming to the party later. Only he had not said that they would come to his house to celebrate the birth of a new slut. Come on in men said Mike, it's party time. We have a new cumdump and he is ready for it. Jason who was so horny looked at the men's cocks and opened his mouth and said use me rape me I am yours as long as I get your seed and you fill my hole. So willing said master. You do know what you are asking he said. You do know that from now on you are mine and you will do what I tell you. Yes said Jason, I am yours and want to serve you master. Well said master, if you want my dick in your hole you will have to get them stiff first. Just show what you have already learned. The first Brad, stood next to him and offered the slut his pole, Jason took it in his mouth and began to suck. Good said Mike, I will give you what you deserve. He removed the dildo from Jason's ass and pushed his stiff pole inside. Jason felt complete and for the first time he embraced what was happening. He enjoyed Master's cock in his ass, Brad's cock in his mouth and the 2 other men who were watching him being used. He forgot that he actually liked women and believed that he was actually made to be used Brad who thought it was horny what he saw couldn't hold back any longer and squirted his first seed into Jason's slut mouth. Jason was willing and swallowed it all nicely and licked Brad's pole clean. While Master gently fucked Jason's new slut pussy. When Jason was done licking Brad's pole clean, master began to fuck harder. Master said, are you ready slut. Are you ready for your new life as a cumdump to serve as a fuck slave for real men. Yes master said Jason, I want you to give me your seed and further train me to be a real slut who knows what its place is and can make real men enjoy themselves. Good said master then you will now get your first reward in your pussy and he squirted his second load of the night into his slut's pussy. Jason felt empty when master's cock was out of his hole, and said he wanted more. No problem said master we will fill you plenty more this evening. But first we need to get you ready so you know you are a real slut. Alex is a tattoo and piercing artist. Tomorrow he will provide you with your first ink but now he will already provide you with 2 gems. Ok master said Jason, I am yours and you can do whatever you want with me. Alex came and stood next to Jason and got his things out. He took a needle and disinfected Jason's nipples, pressed them together, put a needle through them and placed a nipple ring, he did the same with the other nipple. Master said so we can play with that later. Nick stood up and said I have to pee. Master said, our slave knows what to do. Jason heard what master said and opened his mouth. But Nick said shut your mouth, I will give you a booty bump with my chem piss and stuck his half hard cock in the ass of Jason who enjoyed the pole in his loose and wet pussy. Nick emptied his bladder into Jason's ass and Master was already standing by with a butt plug to keep everything nice and inside. It was a plug with a tail on it. When the plug was in place Jason was removed from the sling and told to crawl on all fours like a puppy. Jason obeyed and crawled on all fours. Master told him to crawl over to Nick and Alex and thank them for their gifts. Jason obeyed and crawled over to Alex and Nick who were sitting next to each other in the seat. Alex offered his pole to Jason willingly took it in his mouth. Meanwhile Nick was standing right next to Jason and Jason took Nick's pole in his hand and began to stroke him. After a while he switched and gave Nick a blowjob and jerked Alex. Master, meanwhile, was preparing the room for the second phase of the evening.

They have a leather mall at the main hotel and pretty much every major and minor vendor will be there so you may want to wait and see what they have there. Check out Cockeye Kink they have some incredible harnesses, they made my title harness and I love it.

Besides hanging out here, I'm really into Photography and follow Jared Polin on YouTube. His catchphrase is "I Shoot RAW" (as opposed to JPEG) and he sells t-shirts on his website with various designs that say "I Shoot Raw". He won't ship to the UK but I got a few shipped to a friend in the US and then sent across. They certainly attract all kinds of attention even in the local Tesco's!

It’s only natural to me to have sex with men

15 minutes from where I live in Amsterdam there’s this refugee centre with a small park behind it. Monday I decided to go there and see if there were some refugee guys hanging. I saw one guy smoking and I decided to say hi and we started talking a little, I could barely understand him though. A few minutes later I told him I would suck his dick if he wanted me to, something he did understand I saw he was hesitated so I walked to a more private space and sat down on my knees. He came up to me and I unzipped his pants. His dick was thick and hairy. I started deep throating him right away. I could tell he was looking around him to make sure no one would walk in, but at the same time I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and started throatfucking me hard and rough. He kept moaning louder and louder getting ready to cum but then I stopped, turned over and put down my pants. I was wearing a pink jockstrap and bend over to show him my my smooth pink hole. No hesitation this time, he sat down on his knees and started fucking my ass. I already had taken 2 loads earlier that day from a regular so my hole was nice and loose. He started fucking me super hard and rough right away. I tried not to moan as loud as I usually do. I think in less than a minute he shot his load in me. He pulled out and I told him “Thank you.” he laughed and said he had to go back inside. I gave him my number and tried telling him that if he wanted to unload or use a slut all he had to do was hit me up and I’d be on my way. Not sure if he understood me though, lol. But we’ll see! I walked in the park for another 20 minutes trying to get more cock but it didn’t happen, there was only one other guy texting on his phone. I’m definitely going back there more often to see if there’s more guys willing to use and breed me though. I think welcoming these real men here with an open mouth and hole is the least thing I could do! Will definitely keep you guys posted on hopefully more adventures to come there.

Right on time Jess made it to Brandon’s place and again he guided her into his place and took off all her clothes and kissed her, took her into the bedroom, and had her give him oral and then he ate her out making her cum again and then fucked her and gave her the first load of the day. The next guy was an older guy white with a fat dick. He was hairy and his bush was salt and pepper. He pulled her up out of bed and made her suck his fat soft dick till he was rock hard and then he pushed her up on the bed and spread her legs and slowly spread her pussy with his fat dick and fucked her for twenty minutes and came in her. He got dressed slowly and Jess pulled her legs together while he was, and he grabbed her left leg and pulled her leg open and then rubbed her clit and she started to moan and cum started to lead out of her cunt. He did not let her cum, he stopped and scooped up the cum and took it to her lips and told her to open and he fed her the cum. Good little whore, eat my cum just before he turned and walked out. Next two young guys Brandon found online. The came in and stripped and each was sporting eight inches and they used her and fucked her, first spit roaster her and then DVP. They both came with their dick logged inside her. They high fived after they pulled out and both got dressed and left. Neither of them saying anything to Jess. Brandon came in to check on Jess and held her. She seemed a little sad, he told her what a great girl she was and that she was beautiful, and he kissed her and brought a smile to her face. There was a knock at the door, and it was Red with a bud from work. He introduced Brandon and then told his bud Amad to get his whore. Amad went in and he come over to Jess and smiled at her and she smiled back, and he felt her tight abdominal muscles and her tits and then he grabbed her neck and began to choke her. He was no longer smiling, he asked Jessica if she was going to be a good whore. She could not talk or even breath. He said I did not hear an answer, he held her neck tighter and then he said blink once for yes and twice for now. She blinked once and he let off her neck and she gasped for air. He then undressed reveling a huge dark penis, Amad worked his hands down between her legs and slide two fingers inside her. He held them there while he pressed his dick into her mouth. He grabbed Jess’s head and fucked her face while he slide another finger inside her. He fingered her and while she was gagging on his dick she came, and he slide another finger inside her. She was whimpering all over his dick as he stretched her cunt and banged her pussy with his fingers and more and more of his hand. He was close to getting his hand inside her when he pulled out of her mouth and flipped her around and helped her onto her knees, pushed her head down and then put the sheet over her head and slide in her wet pussy and fucked her hard for ten minutes and shot inside her. He pulled out and slide four fingers inside her and worked his fist around and she screamed when he pressed hard and slide inside her cunt. He fisted her until she came again and then pulled out and told her to stay just like that. He got dressed and Red came in and he showed him her pussy and Red slide two and then three fingers inside her and soon he had all four inside her and he pressed hard and his larger hand had trouble getting in but finally went in with some twisting and force and she screamed again and he let her get used to it and then moved his hand around till she came and he pulled out and then helped her up and to the bathroom where he gave her an enema and made her sit on the toilet while he fucked her throat and then helped her to the bedroom where he fucked her ass for twenty minutes and shot his load inside her. When finished he pushed her to the side and cleaned up and got dressed. He told her she was a better whore today then yesterday; you are getting better slut. Then he slapped her on the ass and walked out. Brandon can in and took her to the shower and got in with her and cleaned her up and once they were out and both dried off, he helped her in bed and spooned her until eh was rock hard and then he lubed up and slide in her ass and fucked her like the two had before and shot his load in her ass and they both fell asleep. He fucked her once more in the middle of the night and then when they woke up in the morning he told her she should get going but to be back at 3 PM today.

Men understand what another man needs and instinctively know how to provide all necessary pleasure. Women can only guess.

I love having my ass eaten before a hard breeding, but as a bottom I also like to get my nose and then my tongue inside another guy's hole.

Was supposed to have a hot tub and massage and sex night with a new guy. He sent a text just after dinner saying that he couldn't make it. Some lame excuse. So I hopped online to see who was around. I live in a small town and there isn't usually anyone local, but I noticed a guy I had played with twice before. He is about 15 years younger and works out regularly at the gym and has a nice body. He usually like to be the one 'getting' the massage... wasn't huge on returning the favor. He was also happy to get a blowjob but had to be coerced to give one. I tried him out a second time just to see if this was his usual approach. Second time confirmed that he was more into being serviced and not a lot of reciprocation. Tonight, I was already horny as fuck. So, when he messaged me asking if I was looking, I thought I would lay it out right up front. "Ya, I'm looking. Tonight I've got blue balls and want to suck some cock and get fucked. And since we've played a couple of times, I want your load deep in my ass... not my throat. Does that work for you???" I responded. "Fuck ya! I'd love to seed your hole - I can be there in about 15 minutes", he replied. He must have sped. He was at the door 9 minutes later. LOL. We didn't wasted time and headed up to my room. I had put some Daddy porn on and he whistled at the two hot Daddy's fucking on the screen, as he started to strip. "I've been rock hard since we chatted - just thinking about you working on my uncut cock. I remember how good you are at sucking foreskin and cock. But, I want my load up in your hole tonight" he said as he laid back against the pillows and propped his hands behind his head. I worked on that cock for about 10 minutes. Tortured him with slow and fast, shallow and deep sucking. I worked his nuts into my mouth one at a time, then both together. He suddenly rolled me off of him and started to turn me onto my hands and knees so we could both see the TV. I saw why he was excited. There was an otter type younger guy (him) slapping his uncut cock against a hairy Daddy hole (me). We both took a big hit of poppers, and he pounded my hole for a while. He got close and pulled out and man handled me over to the corner of the bed and he stood on the floor and fucked me doggy. Then he pushed me forward, flat onto my stomach and he really got in there deep. I told him to stop for a second and when he did, I squeezed his cock with my ass so he knew exactly where he was... and he pushed even deeper. Between the poppers and his rock hard cock, he was up in that second hole. He has a big thick uncut dick and I was feeling every inch. He started talking about loading me up and breeding me and he picked up speed. He roared and pounded even harder and I could feel the warmth of his load spreading inside me. He slowed down but didnt pull out. He churned his cum all around my guts for another couple of minutes. Nice and slow. You could hear the sloppy, wet juices. It was awesome. He told me he was glad we ran into one another. He has wanted to tap my ass before, but he loved the head so much, he always ended blowing to soon. I told him I am happy to suck his dick and make sure to edge him only. That way, he is really turned on now and when I get fucked by him and have him finish off inside. Sounds like a win-win to me.

Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 4) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** One guy after another slid into Brian’s asscunt. Some of the guys enjoyed it using the twink in a very aggressive way. The poor boy didn’t complain about the rough fucks. He just grunted from time to time and you could see his toes would cramp, every time a big dick widened his cunt. He endured it silently, that none of the guys pulled out before cuming. They simply emptied their balls, although he had asked begged them before, not to breed him. Still he hoped, the guys told him the truth about being tested negative. And of course he still anticipated being paid after the video shoot. He had no idea, that all fuckers were highly contaminated guys. None of them were medical treated and they had all high viral loads. We discussed if the boy should take a shower, before the filming would start. He nodded strongly, but we decided his looks right now were perfect for the setting. “You look quite tired right now. Like a hooker who just had a couple of Johns. I think we can use this trashy look more, to show the people, what kind of slut you are” I decided the matter. Then we told Brian the text, he should recite, while the shooting would start. “We will edit the whole thing later on” I reminded him. The first scene would be quite simple. Brian had to do some blowjobs, then he had to swallow some cum and the rest would hit his eyeballs. I slapped him twice to his face. He really seemed worn out. Damn… we just fucked him for only a short time. Alright - our dicks went from 8 to 10 inches. But he had no right to act so weary. “Okay – you know the score. We will stand around you and you will grab our dicks and jerk 2 guys off at least. You are allowed to change your grips of course… make sure we stay all hard and focused. At least one guy will always be in your mouth. We will try from time to time to fuck you with two dicks in your mouth cunt at the same time. This is not just sucky sucky… we want to deepthroat you. And be aware, that only one guy will shoot into your gullet. The others will aim at your eyes. Keep them open. Use your fingers to pry them open! If you close those damn fucking eyes, I will be very agitated. You got that?” I asked with a mean voice. Brian kneeled in front of the bed and gulped audibly. “You know your speech! Action!” I barked. Brian tried to smile at the cam and remembered the words, I demanded him to say. “Hey there, do you remember me? My name is Brian. I am 18 years old. Now my POZ mates agreed to show you how dangerous the following sex acts can be. I am negative, but to be honest about it. Tasting a bare cock is the best thing in life. Swallowing POZ cum is the hottest stuff and really tasty. Don’t do it if you want to stay healthy” With this Oliver positioned himself in front of Brian and used the lad’s ears as handles to face fuck him. “Fucking cock whore – Better be careful. If I feel your teeth, I will punch them out. Understood?” he grunted. In a swift motion he pushed his cock past the back of Brian’s throat and then even sunk deeper. Brian started choking. It took him a while before he got into the rhythm. Every time, the top withdrew the dick, he breathed through his nose. Then he tried to relax his throat muscles, to make it easier for Oliver to push his cock, as deep as possible. I filmed the nice scenery. You could clearly see the dick moving in Brian’s throat. While the lad sucked his first dick, he tried to concentrate on jerking the other guys off also. His jaws very painfully forced open almost to the limit. The slobbering noises made the guys horny. It was nice to feel the touch of the young man hands on their dicks. Brian had a soft touch and although he was under such a distress, he didn’t tug and drag at the cock. He shook them slowly. It was really sexy, the way he treated his tormentors. I switched place with Oliver and handed him my mobile phone. While he continued recording the sexual act, I grabbed also Brian’s ears and pulled his face towards my crotch. His ears were flaming red, because of the harsh abuse. “Worthless… Filthy… Cockslut! Choke on my POZ cock. I want you to choke on my big dick” I snarled. Although Brian tried to play with his tongue around my cock glans, I knew he only wanted to buy time, to get some air. But I made sure, he knew who was in charge and continued the hardcore face rape. We switched our positions several times. It was clear, I would shoot my load directly into his tummy later on, but it was only fair, that all my mates should enjoy the narrow throat of the poor boy. I bet Brian thought, the scenes would be filmed in short intervals. Probably he guessed, we would make a starting scene. Then we would stop and jerk off, and shortly before shooting, we would aim at him, and paste the cum over his face. Now he learnt, that we actually filmed the whole sexual abuse. And you could see, that he suffered badly. He told us before, that he wasn’t that experienced in sexual activities at all and that his ex-boyfriend had a much smaller cock. But it was not our fault, that we were real men with real big cocks. It was his duty to satisfy our needs, even if he obviously didn’t enjoy it. Every time a new cock was introduced to Brian’s mouth, he coughed and wailed a little bit, but he had no choice. His drool was spluttering out of the corners of his bulging cheeks. We insulted Brian constantly. We told him how fucking trashy he looked, and that he was addicted to cock. We said, we would POZ his negative fuckholes with our large tubes. He only moaned and grunted, when we used those kinds of words. I realized was close to shoot my dirty load and so I tapped on my mates shoulder, who enjoyed Brian’s mouth at the very moment. Morten told me to join him for a while and so we kept our promise and fucked the boy into his mouth with even two big cocks. We weren’t able to deepthroat him anymore, but it must have been quite painful for Brian, because Morten and I, had both fat 9 inches hoses – and we gave him more than a mouthful for his oral cavern. More than he could stand. I signaled to the other guys, that we should splatter the puppy with our toxic cum soon. My mate kept his cock in Brian’s mouth, like I did and we both felt our balls were ready to explode. I ejaculated with a loud growl and shot four heavy spurts into the young guy’s throat. Almost at the same time, Morten unloaded his heavy sperm gushes. Brian had no chance to escape. We could see the panic raise in his eyes, while he felt like drowning in a pool of cum. His movements became frantic, but we stood there like two oaks and towered over him. He used his fists to hit us against our bellies. We only laughed and enjoyed the feeling to unload our filth. He had tears in his eyes. We were so good fuckers. We simply felt great… After that, we removed out cocks from his muzzle and I took my mobile phone back. Morten stood behind the twink and took a tight grip at his shock of hair. He raised Brian’s head up, staring at the cam anxiously. One guy settled on each side of his face and started masturbating violently in front of the terrified boy. “Use your fucking fingers to keep your eyes open. I warn you… If you don’t hold them open, you will close them. You are not the first…. damnit… If you don’t use your fingers, I will break them… twice! You are a useless piece of shit. I warn you, better behave and do what you’ve been told!” I almost shouted. Brian raised his hands and used his thumbs and index finger to force his eyes wide open. He stared right into the slits of the cocks and expected them to splash their loads any second now. The guys were panting and almost simultaneously they squirted against the young ones eyeballs. The pressure was unpleasant, but he managed to keep his eyes open. The eyes turned red immediately. Although the sperm was burning in his eyes, he was not allowed to close them or rub them. Another guy had still to shoot his load and when it was his turn, he pushed his cock slit under Brian’s nose opening. He shot the slime right up to his nose and it splashed at the back of boy’s throat. He knew he had no choice but to swallow it all. Morten held the boy’s face still up to the cam. His red eyes tried to focus the mobile phone. He coughed badly, but he had still some text to say. *coughs* You see… *coughs up some cum* Swallowing toxic cum, might endanger your health. But getting POZ cum through the sensitive membrane of your eyes, surely will do its task. *shudders* Don’t do it… but it was so hot. I got to try it again later on. Thanks guys. *grimaces which actually should have been a smile*

Junior Year This takes place during my third year in college. I guess I should tell you a little about myself first……. My name is Joey, I am nerd standing 5’9”, weighing 130 pounds, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a small dick, well, small in my mind. It’s just shy of 7” but I’ve always thought of it as small. I graduated high school when I was 15 years old. When I went to college my mother wouldn’t let me live in the dorms saying I was “too young”. Right before my third year I was a month shy of my 18th birthday the dorm manager assured my mother he would pair me with a good roommate so I wouldn’t get into trouble. That’s when I met Caleb. He was also a sophomore, 20 years old. He towered over me at 6’2”, but only outweighed me by about 10-15 pounds. He was a stick compared to me but he had a big dick. I saw him hard once and I swore it looked like it was nearly a foot long….actually he told me it was just over 8” during one of our late night bullshit sessions. He was like a big brother who looked out for me. Caleb introduced me to his two best friends who lived next to us in the dorm. They were Jeff and Mark. The four of us hung out a lot so when Caleb suggested that we get a hotel room to celebrate my birthday. Jeff said he knew of a few girls they could invite over including a freshman who was my age that was easy. I was so ready to be 18 and (from the talk) lose my virginity. My birthday was on Tuesday of the week and we were getting the room on Thursday sine we had Friday off for some faculty day and Monday off for some state holiday. On Tuesday the guys on the floor surprised me with a cake, but Caleb told me that the real party was going to be Thursday night. Over the next couple days I did my best to concentrate on school. After my last class on Thursday Caleb and I headed over to the hotel to get the room. It was decent hotel and the room was nice. I was surprised that we got a room with just a king size bed. Caleb explained that we got the room with one bed since a room with 2 queen beds was too much. Caleb and I got comfortable as we waited for Jeff and Mark to arrive with the girls. Caleb had the habit of relaxing in just a pair of mesh basketball short with nothing under them. To be cool I started to do the same since I could tell most every guy in the door seemed to do the same. We watched TV as we waited for the others to arrive. Jeff and Mark walked into the room alone. Caleb asked where the girls were and Jeff told us that they were supposed to be coming over later. As we continued to watch TV Jeff and Mark got ‘comfortable’ and I got my first look at them without clothes as they stripped down and slipped on mesh basketball shorts. Jeff was a little shorter then Caleb, maybe 6’, but weighed more since he was muscular, he probably weighed 160-170. Mark was about my height and weight. I noticed their dicks seemed to be close to what I had so maybe I didn’t have a small dick. After an hour Jeff tried to reach the girls to find out that they had made other plans. So Caleb said we were going to turn my birthday party into a stag party. I had heard about stag partied before and knew that they could be wild. I am not sure where it came from but all of a sudden there was a porn playing on the TV. It had a young guy built kind of like me with some hot babe getting his dick sucked. The guys started talking about sex, getting laid and blown and I had nothing to really contribute. As we were watching the porn a strange glass pipe appeared and the guys started to light a torch under the end producing a white smoke. Each guy took his turn and when it got to me I wasn’t sure what to do. Caleb told me it would help relax me and make the night more fun. I trusted Caleb and with his help I took my first hit. They guys cheered me on encouraged me to take a second then a third hit before I passed it to the next guy. The pipe went around several times but every time I got it the guys got me to take an extra hit (or two). Caleb leaned in and asked how I liked the Tina was making me feel. I let him know that I really liked the stuff we were smoking. While Caleb and I talked the others were putting more into the pipe. I looked at the video to suddenly see a second guy in the scene. They were taking turns on the babe as the guys began to talk shit with each other. Caleb told us that we now he’s got the biggest cock of all of us. Mark challenged him and somehow Jeff and I got dragged into this challenge. The deal was, the guy with the longest dick would be declared the winner. Jeff chimed in and asked what he would win when it was seen that he had the biggest cock? As the guys argued my eyes were fixed on the porn. The babe had left leaving the two guys horny with each other. Next I saw the two guys in the porn start to kiss and suck in 69. As my attention was focused on the porn I was asked if I was in. Not knowing it I said yes then hear one of the guys say, “then it’s settled, the guy with the biggest cock gets sucked by the others.” Huh? Did I just agree to suck the winner’s dick? I knew I wasn’t the biggest, but guess I agreed to the bet. From somewhere one of the guys pulled out a ruler and we each pulled down our shorts and each guy stroked his dick to get hard. For some reason I couldn’t get hard even though I felt incredibly horny. The guys continued to smoke as this went on and, of course, I was hitting the pipe more than the rest, but now without encouragement from the group. From the looks of things Caleb was so far the biggest, but I couldn’t get hard to measure. Caleb was declared the winner especially since I couldn’t get hard. Caleb waved his 8” cock around asking who would be the first to suck his cock. Jeff and Mark said the guy with the smallest should go first. As I watched the action on the screen I was offered the pipe before I took my turn sucking Caleb. After a couple good size hits I opened my mouth to begin I was told the rest of the bet. Caleb said as we all agreed the first round is one minute sucking, second round 2 minutes 3 round 3 minutes and so on until I cum. The guy sucking my cock when I cum must swallow my cum and then becomes the slam bitch. Not really knowing how to suck a dick I figured I won’t be eating Caleb’s load, but as we got into round 3 then 4 I think I was getting better at it as I would get Caleb moaning and telling me what a good job I was doing. When the others were taking their turn sucking Caleb’s dick the rest of us were smoking and I was watching the porn where this one guy was getting fucked by another guy with couple more standing around. It was my turn again and we were up to 6 minutes. I took a couple big hits off the pipe (4 actually) and began working on Caleb again. I’m not really sure how long I had been sucking Caleb. He was running his hand through my hair, making me feel good about what I was doing when he suddenly grabbed my head and I felt him begin to fire his load into my mouth. The guys just looked at me with lust in their eyes as Caleb recovered from his orgasm. Jeff just said, “on the bed slam bitch!”

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I have never thought I would touch drugs as a teen. DARE convinced both my parents to ensure that I never got in the wrong crowd and that I'd get the best education they could afford. It came to no surprise that my effort in undergrad wasn't in vain when I finally got accepted to do my masters at NYU. Growing up in the midwest, the only time I've been to New York was on a school trip in high school. Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller, and all that. Back then, I didn't have the time to fully explore the city. Plus, I was still closeted. That was 8 years ago. Now I'm 24, and I'm finally here again with the freedom to actually be myself. In Minneapolis, being gay wasn't an issue, but it was less talked about or expressed more. Maybe it's a Minnesota thing but it always made me feel restricted in a way. My parents know my sexuality and they hope I would bring a boy home for Christmas but honestly, they don't know how none of that cookie cutter gay lifestyle was what I wanted. I was into a lot of weird form of pornography, especially the fetish category with a mix of old/young and bdsm. My desire was pure gay sex. It has to always be bareback if not I wouldn't get hard. Before you wonder, I am not a virgin. During sophomore year, I would frequently rent a room by a roadside motel and get bred by random truckers who had to make a stop and never did I once had a rubber on. I also had my fair share of married dudes who loved to get a piece of a college boy's ass. I got tested frequently and so far, I've never had any problems. As a 5'10, 188lbs well shaped white guy, I wouldn't say I stood out but it was easy to get dicks in MN. Not in NYC though. I'm at most a 6 despite going to the gym quiet often. The guys here frequently keep their hair cut and body shaved and was always impressing each other. It felt clique-y, but I didn't mind because I eventually found mine. The third week I settled in the city, I told myself I would go to The Eagle. Typical. I couldn't resist. It was a Friday night and I finally got my first draft title approved. I had a pint of Budweiser as I scanned through the room eyeing on the countless of beautiful men that could just plow me right now. I was only wearing a leather pants and a black t-shirt with a sports jock. The shirt hugged my body evenly to reveal the nipple piercing I got when I first landed here. It still hurt but it felt great. Slowly, I was building myself in this city. Halfway through my beer, a 6'1 tall man, around 240lbs with a heavy built and striking middle eastern feature came up to me with a drink. House cocktail he told me. We cheers and I introduce myself. He was only wearing a tank top with a pair of black jeans. His arms was furry as the beard covering his face. His ears were pierced and so was his gaze on me. "Thanks, I'm Chris." "Isaac. Are you new here?" From then we hit off. I gave him the usual story that he must have heard from other twunks like me that came to NY. He told me he grew up in Michigan and moved to the city in the 90s. He was 54 years old but I wouldn't say he's a day past 40. Not a strand of white hair. All black and curly. His chest hair was revealing from his cleavage and I couldn't stop but to just stare in intervals from it to his hazel eyes, him never breaking eye contact. It was hypnotizing talking to him. Slowly, I was beginning to slur my words and I didn't realize how strong the drink was. Isaac convinced me to go to the dance floor and we both began to explored our bodies as the music played. Isaac then made the first move and kissed me, holding my face with his calloused palms and playing with my tongue with his. I felt a piercing on his tongue and his thick moustache rubbing against my upper lip made me suck his face like a dog with a bone. We were wrestling with our tongue as I let myself loose, thinking to myself how strong the drinks I had were even if there were just a beer and a cocktail. Strange I thought. I was lightheaded and my body was warm but it felt right to be engulfed in Isaak's arms as the second beat dropped and everyone in the club gyrating against each other. He made sure to never lose sight of me even though we got cut by some other guys. Next thing I remembered, I was carried by one of the bouncers and Isaak was waiting outside. "I think play time's over for him. Are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" Isaak then told the bouncer that he's fine and that he'll take me back to my place. Isaak asked me if I wanted to go to his instead since it wasn't too far. I nodded. Once we reached his place, I threw myself on the sofa. Isaak lived in a loft with ceiling to floor windows and everything out in the open except for his bathroom. There was a sling placed next to his bed and a drawer with a dog hood mask in black on top. Embezzled on the collar are some studs. From across the room I tried to form a conversation with Isaak, telling him how kinky he is. As I rambled, Isaak was taking out different kind of glass pipes and tools from the wardrobe. He had a butane lighter and a gas mask that had tubes. He also changed to a pair of chaps exposing his 8 inch dick and solid formed ass, perfectly framed. He had a harness on and he tied his hair into a bun. Despite being inebriated, I was slowly getting hornier. Isaak came up to me and took my clothes off, putting me in a leather jock and a pair of leather sandals with clips, tied securely around my legs. He also put on a pair of leather armbands on me, highlighting my biceps. Finally, he instructed me to breathe slowly as the gas mask was put on me. "Now let's walk slowly to the sling, Chris. Or boy, what do you prefer?" "Boy is good, daddy, I mean sir" "No no boy, daddy is perfect. I'm not going to hurt you." I couldn't remember how I was placed onto the sling, it felt as if I was floated onto it. My feet were shuffling, but I couldn't seem to recall. I could see Isaak through the lens of the mask as the lights in the room dimmed to dark red, resembling the bar we were at. This time, slow techno played and Isaak told me to breathe in regularly, and take the smoke all in. In his hand, he was lighting one of the glasses to release smoke that was then being fed onto the tube to my mask. I breathed in and tasted a weird chalky substance, jolting from the sling and finally being lucid for the first time in the past 3 hours. Everything felt amazing and it felt like sparks was going through my veins. "You like this boy?" I could manage a muffled "Yes, daddy, I feel good." "I know you would. I told you that daddy isn't going to hurt you" After around 20-30 puffs, Isaak finally took off the mask and I finally got to breathe fresh air. My eyes were popping and I couldn't help but to moan as if there was something in my throat. My limbs were still restrained and I could only move my head as I felt beads of sweat perspiring out of my pores. "We talked a lot about what your fantasies are, right boy? Your interest in a different side of sex. No vanilla, just pure men on men fuck." Shit, did I? I couldn't tell. I was talking a lot to Isaak when I first met him, seeing that he was the first and only person at the bar showing some form of interest in me. "Unlike other college boys and fags your age I find every year, you're a bit different, boy. You know why? Cause you said you only bareback. And that you're not on PreP. You're into the risk. Why?" "Because I want to be free." Never have I ever come up with a reason as to why I love it bare. It's true. I wanted to be free. As cliché as it sounds, I am not like most guys my age. I know there are who think like me, but we're rare. Extremely rare. And sought for by guys like Isaak because we appreciate the true value of men on men sex. Skin on skin. Pure lust. "Free in what sense, boy?" "I don't know, I don't care, I just want to not worry bout whether I'm going to catch a disease or die, I'm ready any day, daddy. As long as I'm able to fuck and get fucked bare, that's all that matters. A man's seed in me, mine in his. It's nature." "You're quiet the talker, aren't you boy?" I really was. Years of suppressing my desires and being barred from exploring my identity has culminated in me being spun in a midtown loft revealing my darkest desires. "I knew your pussy is meant to be bred and pozzed when I noticed how you couldn't take your eyes off my chest. Especially this," Isaak circled his right pec to show a bio hazzard tattoo. Now I remembered what it was that I couldn't stop starring at. Behind those bushy pecs, there was a patch of the symbol, all mighty in it's glory. "I can give you one too, you know, but maybe not on your tits, don't want to steal the attention from this" Isaak then pulled on my nipples with the piercing, sending me to screams of pleasure, as the smoke I inhaled had only inhibit any pain I could feel. "You're a very well behaved boy, aren't you Chris?" "Yes, daddy, I am." "I'm really lucky that I found you tonight, you know. I haven't had a boy in so long..." Isaak held my head as I fixed my eyes on him while he explained to me that he wanted a sub to train, someone to serve him like Yannick, his ex-lover who left the sex and party scene they were in to live in Portland. He continued to tell me about Yannick, how piggy he was and how one day he just stopped being the bitch he wanted. How he started to take meds and how there was no goodbye from him. Retelling this story suddenly made Isaak angry and suddenly, he started to get rough with me. "But I can tell you're a better cumdump fag than he is, right, boy?" He shouted as he cling his hands onto the chains holding my limbs. "Yes, daddy, I'm never going back. Only for you." I can't believe what I was saying. It was true though. I will prove to him that I can be better than Yannick. He placed his palms on my chest and slowly brushed it, inspecting my body before telling me that I require a shave. Before leaving to get his equipment, the gas mask was put back on and the next thing I remembered was the feeling of a blade against my asshole and some shaving cream. I hear the blade cut through my pubic hair, my legs, and finally my head. Only my eyebrows were spared. As this happened, Isaak was also inserting his fingers into my hole, telling me that I'm going to feel better than before. I wasn't sure if it was the shaving cream he was putting into me, but I felt a sudden burning sensation in my hole and next thing I know, my ass was dilating to suck in more of his fingers. I felt as if I needed to have something in me, however big or long it was. It was a new need that Isaak had unlocked in me. I couldn't resist but to beg him. "Please fuck me daddy, put anything in me, I need it please." I repeatedly said, without any pause. I just begged him in all kinds of ways. I was moaning, I was insatiate without anything in me. "Be patient now boy, it's coming." He walked to the drawer and took out a string of beads, each bead increasing with diameter, the smallest as big as a tennis ball. With each bead in me, I felt complete. When it was all in me, I could only let out a sigh of relief. "Now you're going to enjoy this." Isaak pulled the strings out, with each beads at a faster pace, leaving me moaning in pleasure. My hole then felt empty again. "We're going to keep you quiet a bit with this bad boy here." A butt plug the size of a Campbell Can was then inserted in me and again, I felt complete. I was slowly breathing now, appreciating the massive anchor in my orifice. "You seem to like my special lube, don't you boy?" "Yes daddy, what is it?" "What you're smoking, mixed with Aloe Vera gel. Excellent combo." Not have I only smoked Meth, I've also had it shoved in my ass. I didn't see my third week in the city to turn out like this but I have no regrets. I finally found my purpose and am no longer ashamed of my desires. If this is what drugs feel like then I have been missing out on a lot. Isaak then left the sling and came back with a standing mirror, placing it diagonally from me to let me see myself. I was unrecognizable. Not a strand of hair on me. "You had to be shaved because you're going to get inked up really good, boy. It'll be worth it." I was then rubbed with a towel and slowly moisturized by daddy. I didn't even notice the buttplug was still in me as it felt so right to have it there. Isaak took me off from the sling and showered me, kissing me in between, telling me that I will get his cock soon. As we showered, I could only feel his hard pierced shaft resting on my back while he massaged me. He also had a Jacob's ladder which contained different quartz on each head. Breathtaking. After the shower, Isaak showed me a cage behind his bed that had a futon. He instructed me to now wear the pup hood and that my lesson is already starting. Unlike other set ups I've seen in porns, his seems to be comfortable, with velvet pillows. However, my original buttplug was then replaced by a tailed one and I was wearing knee pad to crawl for the rest of the night. "You will learn how to be a pub from 4 AM to 10 AM, then we'll extend the hours more. You're not just my pup, or my sub, you're my boy." I don't care what research I had planned to do that weekend for my thesis, Isaak's loft was my new home. I slept comfortably in my set up, with the hood and the tail in me. I see myself in the mirror from time to time in the cage, waiting for daddy to feed me but all I had was a bowl of water. Funnily enough, I wasn't even hungry, just thirsty. "Drink up, boy, you're going to need this a lot." I rested in the cage til the sun came up and by 10, Isaak let go of my restraints and only with my jock, we rested on his bed as he circled his finger on my hole. "Soon you'll get my cock, boy.. soon. Make the most out of the anticipation..." Despite us being together for the past 12 hours, never once did I had a chance to taste him or let his shaft in me. How potent it would be in my guts, converting me into part of his clan. I wonder how Yannick must have felt. Isaak then jumped from the bed and turned me on all fours. I was rimmed for the first time. Each nerve around my hole felt the caress of his tongue, penetrating in and out as the piercing popped in and out of my hole. How long his tongue was, slurping through every corner of my ass that he now calls cunt. I was shivering and couldn't believe it. He was devouring me as if it was his last meal. I could only maintain murmurs and moans as he rimmed me. "More of this coming soon. Let's go for your tattoo session now, boy. And let's try a different outfit." This time, bald and with my muscles being highlighted due to the lack of hair, I was wearing a pair of gym shorts with a fresh jock and a white tanktop. I had knee high socks and a pair of joggers that Isaak picked out. I looked as if I just came out of a football practice. Isaak on the other hand, had a baseball cap and a collared sports shirt. Now I see. He was coach and I was his boy. We paired perfectly to go about town. "First stop is the tattoo shop. Shall we?" Walking through midtown, with people starring at us felt amazing. We were well built, dressed in sports attire you'd find at a local high school, all tight and ready for the day. Isaak had his hand on my ass throughout the walk, squeezing it to remind him its his and sliding his finger in my hole from time to time. Making me lick his finger after when we cross at every intersection was his way to further entice me. We reached an alley that had a backdoor that lead to a basement. An neon sign had been hung at the door. X's Piercage & Tattouage. Entering, we had to walk through a hallway of fluorescent lights, and when we finally reach the end of it, we entered to find an industrial style kind of tattoo parlor with peculiar chairs. "This is Chris, guys. He's going to be my new boy." The two men who I gathered were Al and Vance, glanced at me and smirked, passing a remark to Isaak, Vance said "How long is this one going to last then huh, sak'? Is he, the next Yannick as you would say? Or the previous fags you've brought were never enough.. or right?" "I think they were never right. Are you goldilocks then?" Al asked facing me. "No I'm Chris." They both including Isaak laughed and consequently, Isaac cut his laughter to put his hand firmly on Vance's shoulder to say, "Don't mention that name again. Isn't it tired, making the same old joke all the time? What about you Vance? Where's your bitch? Oh yeah, stationed in Afghanistan or god knows where. And Al, does your wife still not know that you suck Vance's dick on the side or has she already forgotten about the buttplug in your shoebox?" Vance just chuckled while Al gave Isaak a side eye. "So what are we doing today?" Vance asked. "Well Vance, I think Chris has potential. Even more than the previous boys. He hasn't said No so far and he takes Tina like he's her long lost gay best friend. He didn't mind the shave, and now I think it's time to get some work done on him. The tits were already there, so you know he's open to more." "I can give him a guiche piercing today, and maybe a lorum one too. I don't think a PA would suit him." Al said as he began to go through his tools. "Now let me see your body" Vance held me and I could feel how soft his hands were. "Get on the chair now and make yourself comfortable." From what I gathered, the chair he was referring to seemed like a fuck bench that was upholstered in leather. It was platformed and I had to be on all fours. I was then secured again on each limbs. I guess this is something I had to get used to. Vance then began tracing on my back, while Al took out a pair of calipers to plan his piercing. Isaak then asked, "You want to get a new piercing, boy?" "Yes." "The ones Al said are good?" "Yes." Isaak then nodded to Al. The procedure was quick and numb. I now had an additional piece of metal in me. The coolness from the metal only made electrified me more. "So what are we doing on the permanent etch a sketch today?" "I have some ideas.." Isaak told Vance. I looked up to the display showing Vance's screen that Isaak was now using. Windows of traces and drawings of Barcode that signify Isaak owning me, logos of biohazard and scorpions, additional symbols drafts on my right ass cheek, slideshows pass and finally Isaak told me that sine we're starting slow, let's not do much. With that, Isaak pasted an outline of a barcode written ISAAK's BOY in between behind my neck. On my waist, where the band would usually cover, a stencil of the stencil "No loads refused" was put. "That will do for now." Isaak said as Vance started to rev up the ink machine. I couldn't wait to see how I looked like next. /To Be Continued/

I'm a 36 year old Asian dude who looks younger. I saw on Sniffies a local park had a couple straight guys looking. I took the opportunity to head there immediately after I cleaned out. I told a white lie to my husband and said I was going to the library to study, which I did later. I arrived and one guy decided to meet me up. He was straight, 23 years old, 5'8" 145 lbs with a 8" cut black cock. I'm surprised me wanted me or was horny enough to fuck. We decided to meet in the park bathroom. He was already there and was about to leave, thinking I was gonna flake. I walked in a he was a cute black-mixed guy. He said hey and unbuckled and whipped out his dick. I got on my knees and was surprised! It was a thick eight incher. I was worried. I sucked it nicely. He face fucked me a little. I loved how thick it felt in my mouth, making me gag a bit. I used the spit from my gagging and applied it on my ass, hoping to loosen it up as much as possible. I decided it was time to turn around and try it on. His head fit in much more easily. The rest was harder. He was a little impatient and gently pulled my hips onto his thick cock. I said it hurt and winced. I knew I had another anal fissure for sure, but he didn't care. He fucked me and after 10 strokes he said he was going to cum in me. I jerked off and came afterwards with his cock still in me. Glad I was clean, but now my hole is ripped for sure. Sadly, I had to turn down a 9" inch black dude who hit me up a couple hours later. Was it worth the cheating for that young piece of meat? I'll let you decide.

Author's note: Hi guys. I started working on this story earlier this Summer, but had a heart attack somewhere near the middle of it. The story was obviously put on a back burner while I was hospitalized and then later recovering. I blame no one but myself and my fondness for cigarettes along with any kind of alcohol I happened to have on hand. I'd never once written a story here on BZ while not smoking and drinking. I wondered if I'd ever finish "A Zombie Love Story" without my Marlboro Lights and a beer next to me. I'd lost interest in even trying. Eventually, I returned to this tale with a real desire to finish it. It was like a neglected child to me. I'd changed and my writing style had changed. "Zombie" got much longer as well as more detailed and personal. It's quite long but if you just want to go to the sex scenes, It wouldn't hurt my feelings. Just skip to parts 4, 10 and 12. I've got open heart surgery scheduled for a week. I'll be M.I.A. for a long time. I really want to crank out one more story before then but we'll wait and see. Be well, be hard and get your blood pressure checked often. Strokes and heart failure can happen at any age. Toon art by ToonKC THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 1. The Zombie Apocalypse happened decades ago and you probably didn't even know it since it was very localized and happened before the Internet really took off. It wasn't anything like what we've all seen in movies. I could get in real trouble for repeating any of this and even once signed a document saying I'd never reveal even the smallest detail. So if you never see my screen name again, it means they caught me and I'm rotting away in some federal prison. That's okay -- I'm rotting already. 2. 1990 Bollard, Kansas The zombies first appeared that October, a few days after my 18th birthday. Bollard is a small agricultural town not too far from Wichita (which was a huge city to me back then). The centerpiece of our town was a row of ten giant grain elevators. We were next to railroad tracks and surrounded by wheat. corn and soy bean farms. Our 'downtown' was nothing to brag about but there was a pool hall where I ended up spending many quarters playing whatever heap of a pinball machine they had. The customer base at Randy's consisted of retired farmers, day drinkers and delinquents. I hadn't claimed a label of my own yet when I first went there as a kid, but it's pretty much where I turned bad. It turns out there was an illegal bar and poker table in back of this really grimy grocery next door store where nobody I knew ever bought actual food. It was tiny, dim and smelled like old fruit. Old guys would go in and not come out for hours. It was just one of those places you went when you needed to get drunk in a very dry county. Fucking Kansas. I made most of my friends at the pool hall. Mitch, Mike, Mac, Kurt, Ted -- all bad students and very eager to get out of this town. It isn't so hard to be friends with black sheep when you're an undersized, anti-social little nerd. Most of them had access to cars because they grew up on farms where kids learn to drive very early. They also knew how to get their hands on booze, weed and cigarettes. I'm not endorsing tobacco use, but other smokers tend to be pretty sociable if you also have a cig in your mouth. So my peer group smelled and coughed a lot -- so what? I was also pals with the bad girls they inevitably ended up with. Big tits, cheap jewelry, too much makeup, filthy mouths and strong sexual appetites. I was of no real interest to them except as as a 'buddy'. I listened to them and that seemed to be enough since they barely even listened to each other. I was just a misfit who fell in with other misfits. Probably the biggest misfit/oddball/castoff of all was Robbie Tyler. I'd known him since the first day of kindergarten even though he sometimes went to 'special' classrooms. We all naturally assumed he was maybe retarded or something, but he was actually a genius. Genius! Seriously? He couldn't sit still, couldn't concentrate and often talked or sang to himself. He was always reading but never turned in assignments. Robbie was mostly shunned in grade school but somehow fell into my crowd after junior high. He was good for a laugh. I tried getting to know him at times, but it was like talking to some crazy radio that kept changing stations and volume. For whatever reason, he'd seek me out during the school day and at our little delinquent gatherings. The others, while mostly tolerant of this guy, seemed grateful that I kept him from wrecking their buzz. Babysitter. "Hey Scott...come get this tard away from me." I always did and was usually repaid with a free beer. And then the most bizarre rumors started. I first heard about it from my parents at the breakfast table. My dad was a chemist or something at the grain elevator. I was never sure because I never bothered to ask. My mom was a volunteer at the nursing home on Pine Street. Apparently, Mrs. Marn Johanson was telling a crazy tale about how she found her husband lying dead in the backyard vegetable garden. I guess she checked for a pulse and everything. After she went in to call for an ambulance, he disappeared. He was technically just 'missing' according to the county sheriff. She swears he was dead...very, very dead. She was not known to be a kook or a drinker - so nobody knew quite what to think. She was just an ordinary, old Kansas farm wife. Any unusual news spreads fast in a small town. It wasn't even in our sad little newspaper but people talked about it. "Oh, I'm sure he's dead somewhere," Dad announced after his second cup of coffee, "but he's probably out in one of his fields or pastures." Mom was usually quiet in the mornings, but this had captured her attention. "She swears up and down that he was dead. Why would she make that up?" "She's in her 70's...probably Alzheimers. My uncle Joe got it when he was only 58." I just ate my cereal and kept quiet. Maybe coyotes carried his carcass away while she was on the phone. We'd had a very long drought and wild animals were doing anything they could to survive. Aliens? I believed very much in extraterrestrials back then. But what could they want with some old guy's dead body? I didn't think much more about it until I got to school where everyone was talking about the supposed 'body snatchers'. Study hall was my first class and we usually just played Uno for an hour, but today the missing corpse was too important to not discuss. There were a few serious students in first period and they usually read or proofread homework but even they were talking about old Mr. Johanson. "I think God took his body so he could remove the soul." Good old Kimberly Clark. She was kind of slow, very religious and cross-eyed. "Maybe he was just faking and wanted to leave her fat ass." "She probably just dreamed it." I let them all talk while I wandered off to somewhere quiet. Of course Robbie followed me. I guess we were friends or something but I really wanted some peace. "Scotty! Are you prepared for Judgement Day?! Ha ha. Seriously...have you ever had a blood transfusion?" What the fuck? "No. Why?" "Because you can't be resurrected if you have transferred blood or replacement joints or fake organs." "I don't care. I don't even want to come back..I just want to feed the worms." "Yeah...but what if you no longer had that option? What if there is no death anymore?" I'd never thought about it, Robbie was wearing moccasins that had been worn so long that you could see the you could see the outline of his toes through the leather. "Jesus, Robbie! I can't deal with you today!" Some heads in the room swiveled around to look our way. The bell rang and I was relived to go to my AP English class. The story didn't go away. My own mother was convinced something weird was happening. She came home from her shift at the nursing home and reported that two of the residents had vanished. "They were both on the brink of death with failing hearts. Mrs. Bynum couldn't even walk and needed Oxygen, but she was gone and her tank was still in the room. How on Earth could she just disappear??" Dad had no answers which made me uncomfortable. Parents - especially dads - were supposed to know everything. It can come as a heavy blow when you realize your mom and dad are just human beings after all. We did what we always did which was go about our routine as if everything was normal. Things were not normal. New stories about walking corpses were popping up daily. Tracy Brewer ( a junior) claimed she had seen a naked old man wandering through her backyard. She was one of the popular kids and not known to be a liar. It wasn't one of those old legends like the famous talking skeleton that was supposedly lurking near Burke Creek. This was so new and random, and seemed to be spreading fast. New sightings were popping up almost weekly. My sort-of buddy Mac claimed he'd seen one behind his dad's shed and shot it in the head with his own rifle and the thing didn't do anything but slow down a little. Christ. Mac was known for a lot of petty crimes but nobody could call him a bullshitter. 3. Looking back, it was the dumbass owner/editor of our town's newspaper that took everything to a horrible new level... This will be the first and LAST time this particular issue will addressed by our publication. There are ridiculous rumors being spread around town and they need to stop now!! This proud Christian township is above supernatural voodoo gossip. THERE ARE NO WALKING CORPSES here are anywhere!!!! WE ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS! It can only damage our reputation and future economic prospects. If you claim to believe any of this rubbish you should probably seek spiritual counseling at your nearest church! Anybody on my school paper's newspaper could write better than this idiot. He was a known drunk and his daughter Amy was the biggest pot head at BHS. Hardly anybody ever even glanced at The Bollard Gazette -- but somebody somewhere did. The national guard moved in four days later. And then it got even more serious. Helicopters were constantly circling above. Everybody's phone service was cut off, mail didn't go in or out and blockades were set up at every route out of town. Even the tiniest dirt roads were guarded with some seriously armed weaponry. It all happened so fucking fast. "How are we supposed to buy things we need??" Mom was so stressed out that she couldn't do anything but shake and cry. Dad just angry and stomped around letting his blood pressure climb to dangerous levels. He only ever got this way when he couldn't go to work. There was no school but a bunch of us gathered there at the locked front doors for answers to frantically talked questions. That's how I found out that there was a big town meeting being called at the football field next to the park. The government or somebody was going to finally tell us what was going on. Attendance wasn't mandatory, but no way was anybody going to miss it. It was happening that evening at 6 PM. Wild speculations were flying around over,under and through my range of hearing. I got dizzy from the hysteria and decided to just take a walk somewhere quiet. Probably not the best idea to want solitude when nobody was at work or in school because there was always a person wandering somewhere. But the last place I knew of where a normal human would never go during a zombie invasion was a cemetery...so that was my destination. How dangerous could it be if there weren't even any army guys guarding it? The town was small but very old and so the graveyard was pretty large. There were gravestones dating back to 1870. It was as peaceful and lonely as I'd imagined it would be. It was a perfect Hollywood stereotype of what an old rural cemetery should like like a few weeks before Halloween. Yellow, brown and orange leaves skittered around my feet and made that weirdly comfortable crunching sound with each step. I'd only been here a few times in my life and never all the way to its farthest boundaries. There was a row of hedge trees at the end and I finally saw them up close. Nothing special. There was a slight stench of the rotting hedge apples on the ground. They're ugly and not edible to humans (as far as I know). I knew that country guys threw them like snowballs at each other. Gross. I didn't really believe in a god, but I always thanked some force in the universe that my dad wasn't a farmer. Just being gay was hard enough without the added pressure of being forced into mundane chores and the like. Kids born into farm life don't get to be kids very long. Yeah, I was gay. GAY. I didn't let myself dwell on that detail very often if I could help it. Of course my peace would be interrupted. About 80 feet away was somebody walking around. Fucking hell. I wondered if it could be one of the 'living dead'. I hadn't seen one yet. Just as I got a little excited I realized it was just a regular alive person. Well, not 'regular' -- it was fucking Robbie. Last person I wanted to see. He was quickly loping along in that singularly retarded way anyone could immediately recognize. 4. "Hey Scotty!" Nobody had called me that since junior high. "Just 'Scott' will do, thank you." "Oh! I'm so so very sorry, Mr. Lonely Scott," he said with a British accent for some reason. "What are you doing out here?" "Uh - I wanted to be alone and not talk to people." I emphasized the word 'alone', but of course he didn't take a hint. "But, there are zombies lurking about!" (still with the British accent) So far, there was no reports of these so-called zombies hurting anyone. There was a sense they just weren't the least bit menacing. Supposedly. His eyes were wide open with mock terror. Damn - if he cleaned himself up a little and stopped acting crazy, I'd possibly consider him 'hot'. I wasn't currently attracted to him but my tone changed. "Is there anything not weird about you, Robbie?" I offered him a hint of a smile. "Maybe...but I try to rid myself of any trait that would be deemed acceptable or expected." "Obviously." "I usually only come out here at night, but the Ouija board told me I'd find you here today." "Yeah. Whatever." "No. Really. That's also how I knew you were gay and would probably want to suck my big dick." Fucking retard. "Are you insane? I've been the only person in town to ever give you a chance, and now you say shit like that?! I'm going home." I walked away and felt my cheeks get warm with something that wasn't entirely what you'd call 'anger'. As I stomped back toward the entrance. I was embarrassed,disturbed and yet also curious. How did he know? I'd tried so hard to suppress any kind of homo signals I might possibly give off. I can remember the word for word definition of 'fellatio' in our big dictionary at home: Oral stimulation of the penis I was probably only 11 or 12 years old when I chanced upon that word and I knew I wanted to do that to a man. I'd imagined how a penis would feel in my mouth and how it would taste -- many, many times. I'd even tried to suck my own dick but only succeeded in spontaneously having my first ejaculation all over my face. Puberty may have been delayed for a few years but masturbation found me early. I'd wanted a dick - any dick -for so long. Was relief from this fever, this lust be worth having that penis belong to Robbie? I was so unsure, but found myself turning around back to him....only to find he had been following me as I pondered. His fly was open and his big ol' organ was completely hard, purple and oozing. "I...I guess...we could go hang out back by the trees." My voice sounded like a child's. "No way. Look how close I am...I'll shoot my load before we get back there. Now. Here." "No! What if somebody sees?!" Robbie nodded toward a little family mausoleum and I followed him as if I were in a trance. It was a limestone structure that was about the size of a 7-11. And I swear the temperature was 20 degrees warmer behind it. I took off my yellow windbreaker and Robbie dropped his pants completely. Of course he didn't have to give me instructions -- I already knew what I wanted and how I wanted to do it. I knelt down at his feet and immediately put my lips to the dripping head of his dick. I remember the first thing I noticed is that there wasn't a bad taste or smell at all. I guess I expected everything down there to be nasty, but I could tell he'd recently showered. That in itself was odd because this guy had always looked a little unwashed to me. There was no school to be fresh for and there had been whispers about how the town's water supply being cut off. Bollard citizens had pretty much let their personal hygiene go by the wayside these days. Possibly Robbie knew I'd be here after all. I have to chuckle now when I look back on this because my appetite was no competition for my damn gag reflex. It's always been an issue for me. Even today, my brain tells me I could deep-throat the empire state building but once a dick gets a little past the back of my tongue, I come close to vomiting. Every. fucking. time. "It's okay, Scotty...take just the tip for now. Feels so good!" I found a good rhythm that seemed to be good for both of us and he started thrusting his narrow hips while holding the back of my head. "I'm almost there." Now was the moment I'd never bothered to plan for. His thrusts became spasms before I could really think too much about it. Sperm. I now had hot sperm from another man's penis in my mouth -- all over my tongue, gums and teeth. Everybody uses words like "shoot" or "erupt", but this was so gentle and slow. It was like getting tablespoons of hot, heavenly honey poured between my lips. You could almost even call it romantic. But what now? I also hadn't planned on what I might feel afterward. I just stood back up and felt what I would later realize was fear and vulnerability. "Thanks, Scotty. That was amazing." He took his time putting that fat penis away as it slowly softened. "I..I.." "Hush, baby. You feel weird, don't you?" 'Weird' was hardly a big enough word for my emotions. It was maybe more like 'fear'. "No. I guess. A little." "It was your first time -- at least that's what the Ouija board told me." "Enough! Give me a minute before you start in with your bullshit." We walked a full ten seconds before he had to start talking again. "I come out here all the time." "To the cemetery? Why?" "You really don't know about this place? About what goes on here?" "No. What?" "Well, there are about four gay guys in this town and a few more who are curious. I won't name names, but one of them lives on your block." We stayed quiet for a bit and crunched the leaves beneath us. I let him set the walking pace which was slowing down. I almost hated the lack of conversation now. I needed noise and time and other unnameable things. I think I wanted to have had this experience but also forget it ever happened. "So you come out here and let them give you blow jobs?" "Oh yeah. I do lots of stuff here. I get sucked, suck and fuck and a few other things." Fucking? I had only a vague idea of what gay men did for sex. I knew the gist of it from all the AIDS pamphlets we were given over the years. We had this information but any discussion of it in the classroom was forbidden by the school board. I knew I wanted a man to fuck me even though I couldn't even begin to imagine it. "Aren't you worried about AIDS" "Hell no. I like the dangerous edge of a deadly disease now. Once you get used to fucking it get's a little bit like watching reruns...you want new things. I once pissed on a guy - his idea-and I really liked it." "But aren't you scared of getting really, really sick? Before they cut our cable services here I saw a documentary about people with AIDS. Scary shit! Some people go blind and you get these weird sores all over your face face." "Was any of that happening anywhere near fucking Bollard, Kansas?" He had a point. "No...the scariest thing about this town is the zombies and even they are harmless." Maybe he was healthy. "But I thought you wanted danger?" "Oh I found my danger, don't you worry." "What? Where? " "I'll show you eventually, Scotty. Be patient for now because we need to get a few things settled first." "Oh. Okay. Such as what?" He was quiet for awhile which was very unusual for Robbie. No humming, whistling or saying random words under his breath. It's at that point that I felt a little scared...a small cold pebble of fear was forming in my stomach. "The way I see it, Scotty...you are trapped now. I can blackmail you. I could get anything from you now. I could threaten to tell the whole school or even your parents what you sucked my dick and swallowed my semen unless you agree to give me cash. Your family has more money than most people around here." Fuck fuck fuck. I needed to sit down because my heart was racing and I couldn't breathe. I just plopped down on the dead leaves and leaned back on a cold granite gravestone. "Nobody listens to you, asshole. They have all tuned you out since the second grade. You're words mean nothing." I was nearly eye-level with his crotch again. "Maybe, maybe. But remember our school is full of social sharks...even a hint of your sexuality would be like the smell of blood to them. They might call me a 'liar' but they'll be watching you more closely. You want the last six months of high school to be a living nightmare?" 5. I just couldn't help but stare at the zipper of his ancient jeans. I was trapped like an animal but I still admired the hefty bulge of the penis I'd sampled only a few minutes ago. "I...I... How much money do you want. I have less than three hundred dollars in my savings account. I won't have access to the trust fund my grandpa left for me until I'm 25." Robbie tussled my hair with his long fingers and sat down next to me. "Relax. I won't say a word...on one condition: You have to be my friend." "That's all?" "That's my final offer. I would've said 'and you have to be in love with me' but I am willing to settle for just your friendship. For now. Oh, and you have to spend Halloween weekend with me. Three full days of just you and me" I was so relieved. I thought he had me over a barrel. I could be his pal but I didn't think I had the capacity to "love". I could say 'I love you' to family members and such without once meaning it. I was probably missing that chromosome (thanks to Dad's side of the family). I agreed to his terms and he helped me to my feet again. The pact having been made, we continued walking toward the cemetery's entrance. It crept me out how silent he was. I needed to break the silence. "Are you going to the big meeting tonight?" He just shrugged. "Why? They're just going to lie to us. There's some kind of contagion here and they'll claim it's a rare virus or pollution or something." After living through the Reagan administration and two years of George Bush Sr., I had absolutely no reason to trust our government. "Then what is it? What's causing this?" "Smell the air, my new best friend...You can always detect a hint of pesticide or herbicide or fungicide or fertilizer riding every breeze. We are contaminated. The chemicals are in our water,air and soil. Agriculture is the culprit. A very specific mixture just happened to occur right here, above the aquifer or maybe upwind from something "That's your theory?" "Yup. I suppose it could be some kind of military testing, but that's such a horror movie cliche. Still...Did you see 'Return of the Living Dead'?" "No. I wanted to but, now, I guess I never will now. You saw it?" "Yeah. Twice. My guardian hardly ever let's me use her car so I walked all the way to Wichita. I can do it any time I want. I'm going to take you there sometime soon. Show you my source of danger." That was one long walk! A bunch of questions wanted to come out but I kept quiet. How could we get to Wichita when the army was surrounding the town. What was this so-called 'danger' he was so enamored with...and why? We were almost to the front gate when he abruptly stopped and grabbed my hand which reminded me of how big his hands were (or how little mine were). "Kiss me. Scotty." I eagerly stretched my neck up as our lips met. It was my first kiss. I suddenly understood why people kissed in the first place. It was a common connection to something glorious. In exactly none of my pornographic fantasies were lips used for anything other than sweaty sex acts. I might have just now tasted love for the first time in my life. Voices. Other people were near us now and I wanted to let go of Robbie's giant hand but he just grasped mine harder. Small panic. "Dude -- there's a bunch of people wandering around on the street -- they can see us." He just squeezed my hand reassuringly. "There are much bigger stories happening all around us, Scotty. Two best friends holding hands is hardly headline news right now." A felt a drop of cold sweat creep down my forehead. So many things had happened in the last hour. I was now glad he was sharing his strength with me, an unfamiliar confidence he was now charging me with. Who knew a simple touch could accomplish so much? I had needed this my whole life. I suddenly didn't really care about what people thought or said about me. Instead of going home to meet my parents to get ready for the town meeting I just walked through the park near our public swimming pool, long since drained and locked up. Robbie and I just talked about our lives and dreams, fears and hopes, everything...and then some. I felt a little relieved that he'd resumed his regular routine of crazy babbling, singing and oddly accurate imitations of celebrities like Jesse Jackson, Mae West and that sergeant guy from 'Full Metal Jacket'. It was mesmerizing and comfortably distracting now. Following my new friend's lead, we'd made our way to the grimy 'speakeasy' located in the back of that shitty grocery store I mentioned earlier in the tale. "We should get good and drunk as we toast our agreement." I guess it was cool because Robbie's legal guardian was a regular there, slumped at the bar with probably her fifth or sixth cocktail clenched in one fat hand. "Hey Ed, Henry and Joe...and hello to you too, Donna." She looked at him with a bewildered, angry squint. "What the hell are you doin' here? And who is this kid?" "This my friend, Scott. I've mentioned him several times." "You? With a friend? HA!" "Fuck off, you old cow. Hey barkeep...two vodka tonics if you please." He was talking with an Italian accent now. I just stood there embarrassed, feeling as if was on Mars. "We ain't got no tonic you dumb-ass. I got 7-Up if that works." "Forget it, Clyde. Just two double shots of whiskey...and put it on Donna's tab." She let loose with a string of slurred curse words as we made our way through the cigar haze to a wobbly little table. "SHE is your guardian??" "Not anymore. Once I turned 18, her obligation officially ended. Luckily she has no idea how old I am or even when my birthday is." "When was your birthday?" "Yesterday. I'm actually 19 now...I got held back a year because they thought I was 'delayed'. I've got one or two mental issues." "Possibly three, Robbie." He laughed, "But happy birthday anyway." We clinked the barely-clean glasses of Wild Turkey and sat there, just looking into each other's eyes like two infatuated characters in an old movie. "What time is it? My mom and dad are probably wondering where I am." "Your parents seem like the kind of people who go everywhere early just to get decent parking. Am I right?" He was indeed right...eerily so. 'Getting a good seat' was also a priority of theirs. I noticed the grimy illuminated clock above the shelf of liquor bottles. It read 1:30 PM. By 6, the whole town would have worked itself into a massive panic that would never be even slightly tempered. I wasn't looking forward to the event. "Want to blow the meeting off?" "Great idea, Scotty. Let's go back to my house and take a little nap. I need to take some pills anyway. Sound good?" "Sure." We drained our shots and headed back out onto Main Street. There was a textbook October feel in the air as we walked South toward his place. I didn't know what to expect. Would he want sex again? I wasn't sure I was ready for anything more than what we'd already done. "What are you looking so serious about?" "Oh...I don't know. Just thinking. Maybe I was thinking that you wasted one of the wishes your genie gave you." "Huh?" "You didn't have to bribe me to be your friend, you psycho son of a bitch. I was already your friend." 6. Here's the gist of what some shifty by-the-book military guy told Bollard citizens that evening: 1. The 'specimens' had all been contained as of now. He never once used the word 'zombie'. 2. They were not dangerous and posed no immediate threat. There'd been no evidence that they were contagious but warned us to 'stay away from them in them as a precaution'. 3. Many services would be restored within 24 hours. Fuel, food, safe water would soon be available to us at no cost. The phones would be working again, but only to contact a government number for questions and/or concerns. Mail, however, was 'temporarily' subject to censorship. It seemed that all of this was being done to protect us. 4. The president had decided our whole area would soon become a national park. For that reason, the blockade would remain until relocation was complete. He assured us that we would be well compensated for our property and inconvenience. That's it. My parents and I ambled home and Dad was infuriated by all that was not said. "What about our jobs? What caused this? What about Scott's education? How's he going to graduate after not completing his final semester?" He continued ranting as Mom stared at her walking feet, silently mouthing little words. Praying. Everyone on our block was gathering on each other's porches, talking up a storm. It was the kind of thing that usually happened on lazy Summer evenings with fireflies dotting the air above perfect lawns. The kids would race up and down the block and adults discretely passed a bottle or two (or five) of wine. The first voice I heard after I was almost home was Mrs. Vogel's from next door... "I just want to know if this is going to be over before Christmas. My sister and her family were supposed to come up here from Texas." That was were biggest concern? Seriously? The Vogels had a son my age but we never hung out much. Even as a little kid, he was rough, sports-loving guy. Toby Vogel. The big news in 8th grade was that he had lost his virginity to Kim Ratzlaff, the biggest slut in the grade above us. A year later, half of the guys in my class supposedly had sex whereas I hadn't so much as seen a dirty magazine. After our freshman year, people having sex was not even that big a deal to anyone but me. Toby was sitting on our porch swing when the crowd had moved over to our porch. We made eye contact so I guess I had to at least go over and say hi. "Hey, Scott. Where's your gang of scuzzballs?" Me and the other losers were known by that term even though we ourselves preferred 'Scuzzies'. So much for trying to be friendly. People never change - even when the world is ending. I moved over with the adults and listened in. My dad's metabolism wasn't meant to handle any amount of alcohol but at least drinking made him something you'd be tempted to call 'friendly'. "You feeling okay, Dad?" "Son...I don't want you to ever worry about me. Save all worries for yourself...and...and your mother. Have a seat, Son." We plopped down on the porch steps as the sun sank almost out of sight. "I think this is all a bunch of horse shit, ya know? The government has been lying to us since Kennedy was shot. Ya know? Vietnam and all that shit. All bullshit." I hated being around him when he was drunk. Mom hated it too and I saw her slip back inside the house to go to bed. "You should go get some sleep, Pop." He just looked down at his hands and - God help me - I think he was crying. As if he had timed it perfectly, Robbie crossed the newly-lit street light right across from our house. Perfect. I needed to get away from this place in the worst way. He walked very slowly in case I didn't see him, but I know I would have sensed him as if I were a drug-sniffing dog and he was a bag of uncut heroin. I left my dad to his misery and hurried across the street. I didn't care who saw us together. I felt a kind of joy that had been totally alien to me until now. Relief, lust, affection, appreciation....maybe this is what it felt like to 'fall in love'. ? Looking back now, I can say that if it wasn't love, then it was something very close to it. Robbie hadn't come here solely for romance however. There'd been a party-ish sort of get-together of the Scuzzies in the works for tonight. I'd pretty much been Robbie's only connection to these lowliest of trashy social events, and I mostly just got him in and then rudely left him to his own weirdness after we'd arrived. Apparently, one of the army guys sold Kurt Stucky a keg of beer in some discrete encounter. 'It weren't no grunt, Either. t was an officer or somethin'', he claimed. Beer was beer. I was still wearing the same clothes I'd worn this morning, but Robbie looked freshly groomed and had changed his shirt. "Guess what? Donna is passed out on her bedroom floor and I just took her car keys. I parked down by the school in case you didn't remember what the car looked like." "How does she support the two of you?" "She has a long list of ex-husbands who either died or divorced her fat ass. Never got a baby from any of them and so she wanted to bring in foster kids. After me, she decided to never do that again." He laughed casually and I tried to do the same. It had always been difficult for me to imagine kids who'd been through some major life event. I couldn't even pretend to know what it was like to go through a divorce or to move four states away and start a knew school. I couldn't imagine my mom as a single woman because - to me - she was never meant to be anything but my mother and my dad's wife. She and I were alike in that we weren't particularly strong or adaptable. My dad was pretty strong, I guess, but he loved being in a rut and doing the same thing every day. We all did. "Did you ever know your real mom and dad?" "I remember my mom being some sort of hippie chick. It's all a little fuzzy. I almost remember the night she left and never came back." He sounded somewhat like the little boy all men secretly still are. Deep down inside, you can hear your child voice crying, laughing or just babbling away. "Jesus. That must have been so tough. I'm so sorry, Rob." People say that, but I really was sorry that any kid would have to go through that. Dad always said 'Some people just get dealt a bad hand' but that seemed so dismissive and had never really helped me process tragedy in a healthy way. "Why? I just roll with the punches, you know? And...", he grabbed my hand and pulled it up to the hard lump in his crotch, " it's how I ended up here with you now. That counts for something." "It's warm for late October. Maybe we've got an ozone hole above us or something." He laughed at my half-assed attempt to change the subject. I'm so lame sometimes. "It's good weather for drinking beer...and adventure! Rowwwrr!" I had no idea what he meant by all that. Was it a sex thing? "I come alive when the air is like this, Scotty." Okay. Whatever. I suppose it was a relief to have the crazy version of Robbie back again. It would give me some time to think about him and us and sex and HIV and whether or not I wanted to risk being gay full-time. My brain had a huge 'in' box and a sadly empty 'out' box. We came to his foster mom's car that was parked at the corner of Olive street. It was nicer than what you'd imagine a piece of white trash like Donna would own. I was kind of surprised that it had no drunken dents, rust or stupid right-wing bumper stickers. "That looks like it came directly from the showroom floor." "It pretty much did. Hey, do you know how to get there? To the thing tonight?" "Yeah. It's on that dirt road just West of the Entz farm. The one with the half-finished barn that's been that way for ten years." "I admire that that kind of structure." Of course he did; it was half out of the bag. "Are we going to be fashionably late?" "No. Probably a little early." "Even better." He put in a cassette tape and played music from some group called 'The Dead Milkmen'. I'd never heard of them and the songs were not all that good. Not at all. Then I felt a small stab of panic. "Try not to be extra weird tonight, Robbie. And please don't do anything that's..." "That's gay? Is that what you were going to request I not be?" Yeah. That sounded a little blunt, but anything to blow my/our secret would be a disaster. Right? "Don't worry, Scotty. I understand but I wish you didn't care." I nodded. There really is no such thing as free beer for people like he and I. 7. We arrived in less than two minutes and the Autumn sunset was starting its garish show of signature pinkish-orange colors. I almost wished Robbie and I could just go watch it alone somewhere. Beer didn't even sound good to me right then. We parked along an impoverished little road that was so underused that during warmer months, weeds grew down the middle of it. The nearest army blockade was over a mile away. The dry soil had been cleared of stalks and was just a bunch of dry clods now, ready to be planted with wheat. Or something wheat-like. My dad knew everything about crops and harvests and all that but I never paid much attention. All I knew about farming was that a whole bunch of dumb, sweaty young guys with bad teeth migrated through the area during the wheat harvesting season that lasted about three weeks during the Summer. Many of them were Mexican. They were exotic and erotic in equal measure to my eyes. I wondered if they fooled around with guys as well as girls. I know that Rhonda Breur got fucked by one of them in a weedy ditch last June and then went through her whole sophomore year with the nickname 'Ditch Witch'. We parked about fifty yards away from the small gathering alongside Mac's dad's farm truck. There were five people there already. The crowd would not be much bigger than fifteen people, max. I was glad to have Robbie with me on this short walk. It had always been easier for me to act and walk normal when I had somebody to talk to. Maybe I didn't make that point very well... I found myself too conscience of my mannerisms when I was walking solo. I remember the first day of high school when I was so concerned about not walking like a sissy that my knees and hips locked up and I couldn't move. I stood frozen, pretending to be looking for something in my pockets. If only I'd known about the miracle of Xanax back then. We ambled slowly toward the 'party', cool as fuck. Just two dudes. "Relax, Little Scotty. You need to have fun now -- before the zombie apocalypse really gets out of hand. In fact, let's stop over here for a second..." He gestured to the hedge row next to the road. "What? Why? Do.." I was afraid he wanted some sex or something.Oh God. Not here. Not now. This whole boyfriend thing was going to be way tougher than I'd ever imagined. All he wanted to do was light a joint and share a few hits with me before we reached the group. "Nah...thanks, man. I've never done real well with pot. I tend to freak out a little." I hated it when my head felt like the Bullwinkle balloon at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. "You won't freak out with me next to you, Scotty. It'll earn us bonus points among our fellow losers." He was right about that. As plentiful as the magic weed was around this area, it still held status - like a pair of Vanderbilt jeans or the latest Nike's. Maybe since it was now grown in zombie soil it would be affect me differently. "Okay. Two hits...maximum." Robbie smiled and lit the thing with a powder blue lighter. Most of those big farm trucks only had AM radios, but Mac's dad's truck had FM and a cassette player. You'd think most farmers would be poor, but a few of them were very well off. Unfortunately, the station this crowd preferred was T-95 - a station that catered to metal heads. Ugh. I didn't like it too much but had to admit that it really fit our scene. Scuzz Rock. I suppose The Go-Go's wouldn't have pleased anyone but me right then. After a few more inhales of the earthy smoke, I almost physically felt a change in the dynamic between he and I. He really was trying to make it seem like we were just buddies and nothing else. Oddly, pot was leveling him out. The relief combined with the excitement made me almost giddy. Maybe it was never too late to have a happy childhood. "Whoa! Scott! Puff and pass, man!", one of the dudes hollered at us as we approached. "Not mine to offer. This is Robbie's party favor." He nudged my elbow as his way of saying 'thanks'. I had suddenly decided to stick by Robbie and make him feel part of the group. All he had to do was not act annoying. "Cool." Robbie hefted himself easily onto the open bed of the truck and then helped me up. Mac and Kurt were there along with their scags plus some freckled, fat chick - who's name I could never remember. Tracy something. I think. I was glad to see them. Debbie Blakely rushed up to me with a plastic cup of warm keg beer in hand. She started growing her enormous boobs in sixth grade. "Did you guys hear?" "Hear what?" "Our last semester of school has been cancelled! We're all going to get our diplomas automatically! I'm so happy I could cream myself!" Gross. She currently had no boyfriend and was sizing up Robbie and I as possibilities for a drunken fuck later on. Doubtful at best. "This is a celebration, boys! It's warm because Kurt had to hide it in his stepdad's garage for four days." She led us to the keg and fumbled around for cups. Warm beer is still beer and it was surprisingly not bad at all. We moved among the crowd that was getting larger as the sun had set completely. Cigarettes were lit and there was a small argument about who was singing the terrible song blasting. "It's Great White, you dumb fuck." "Sounds like Poison to me." "Because you're a fucking retard..." This was as deep as these conversations tended to get. Robbie shared his fat joint with Tracy who would do anything for free weed - up to and including giving Mac a blow job in front of six other people one night last Summer. That was at least a year ago and I still haven't been able to wash it from my brain. "Did you all go to the meetin'?," she asked with her hefty lungs full of smoke, "I didn't." Others in the group chimed in with their thoughts about the latest news on our situation. "I just don't get why we have to evacuate the town so they can build some national park. We're like fifty miles from the Flint Hills - which are at least sorta pretty." "My dad says there's no way he's gonna give up the farm that's been in our family for over a hundred years. Crazy old fucker is gonna sit on the porch with his shot gun." "I'm gonna go live with my dad in Joplin until I turn 18 and then I take off on my damn own." "Didn't he molest you when you were ten?" "Just that one time." I could tell Robbie was itching to chime in and, weirdly, I didn't care if he did. I even ventured to wrap my arm around his waist. He didn't even tense up. I guess I was trying to communicate that I no longer cared what these people said or thought. I only cared about and supported him. "Well...you know this place will never be some park, right?" He'd put his long arm around my shoulder. Shit was about to hit the fan. "It's contaminated. We're ALL contaminated by toxic chemicals that will prevent us from ever dying." Silence except for the remaining crickets and frogs still holding out from Summer. "Did it also turn you guys into fags? You're, like, holding each other," Kurt said all this in a way that betrayed him. He was afraid. It was my turn to have fun. "Yep. The army won't tell anybody about that just yet. After the second or third zombie showed up, I started liking dick. I found out Robbie had suddenly felt the same thing. It'll happen to all of you eventually too." Robbie's fingers found my left nipple and gave it playful squeeze through my shirt. The crew's responses ranged from "Bullshit" to "Fine by me. It'll be a relief to never worry about getting pregnant." I basked in the disruption to their tiny worlds. Separate little discussions broke out among them and Robbie and I were mostly forgotten. We could make our way back and forth to the keg for cups of warm beer uninterrupted. As it fully became night, my man and I sat on the edge of the truck bed and watched the sweet October moon rise boastfully overhead. A need to party and be stupid returned to the group and a now somewhat tainted celebration returned. I felt a decent buzz coming on as we watched the girls dash across the road to the dry dirt field to pee. I can still clearly see the little orange tips of their cigarettes bobbing around like slutty fireflies. I remember thinking I'd use this scene in a novel one day. I'd always wanted to write a book but never would. I yawned. "Don't start getting sleepy on me now, Scotty. I'm planning a big event for us tonight." "What?" "Just trust me...I'll provide information on a need to know basis." And then we were holding hands again. We got in his car and started driving in a direction that didn't make sense at first, We were going nowhere, down tiny little roads I'd never knew existed. We turned off onto a drive that was only deep ruts made long ago by some heavy tractor in the mud. It seemed too random. even for Robbie's brand of crazy. "Umm...this isn't even a road, dude. We're in a field for fuck's sake! We're going to get stuck or a flat tire or something." 8. "You really have to trust me right now. Do you?" I guess I had to. "Yeah." "Good. Because I have to turn the lights off in a second." What?! Tall dried weeds scratched at the windows, making a small panic spread in my chest. Sure enough, he turned off the headlights and we were just following the grooves in the ground in the dark for what seemed like a really long time. Mercifully, he finally pulled the car up on some relatively flat land. "We're here!" I don't think he brought me all the way out here for sex. If he were anyone else, I'd be certain I was going to be murdered. Weren't dead bodies found in spots like this? Oh wait - there was no such thing as death now. I'd almost forgotten. "Why are we here, Robbie? What is this place? This isn't even anyplace." He wasn't listening to me now. He'd opened the trunk to gather something. He emerged in the yellow moonlight with a backpack strapped over one shoulder. "What the fuck, man?" "Camping supplies." Was he kidding? "We've got a long night ahead of us, Buddy Boy. I hope you're ready for some walking." "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on." "What happened to the trust? Come this way." He followed a barely visible path through the weeds. Shriveled sunflowers, black-eyed susans, and plain old, nameless species of prairie grass. I wish now that I had never agreed to whatever adventure he had in mind. My life (so to speak) would be changed forever that night. I mean, what the hell was I even thinking back then as I followed him on that makeshift trail? There was an abrupt decline in our footing as we suddenly emerged into a hard,dry creek bed. It hadn't rained since May and all the creeks and ponds had turned to dust. It was a regional emergency according to my dad whose job depended on the farmers having good crops. We watched the local evening and sighed as the forecast remained unchanged for months. There was something grimly thrilling about it. Robbie produced a heavy duty flashlight from his bag. "Walk." We were on our way. Oh I couldn't wait to hear the explanation for this. "I want you to appreciate how freaked out I'm feeling right now, Rob." "OK, OK. I guess you deserve a lot more information. I'm sorry for being so cryptic, but it's a long walk and there's plenty of time to tell you everything. First off - we're in Willow Creek and we're walking to a park on the Southern edge of Wichita. The army didn't bother checking this place out and the nearest blockade was back a mile ago. You gotta be a little more thorough if you're gonna declare Martial Law in the middle of nowhere." "Wichita?? That's like twelve miles!" "A little less. This is a shortcut. It'll go faster than you think. I promise." "We could be shot. And what's in this park we're risking our lives for?" He sighed as we walked on what looked like the surface of some parched planet. "It's a long story. Let me go back a little: I was never really too afraid of the zombies, just curious. I learned as much about them as I could - up close and in person. I discovered that they weren't technically dead at all. Their bodies are warm. That isn't logical at all. Blood is still flowing in those veins. It seems they still suffer from whatever killed them, but to a lesser degree somehow. They can make eye contact but can't seem to communicate even though it looks for all the world like they want to. I heard one of them distinctly say 'why?'. A lot of them are naked only because they walk by tree branches, rusted junk and other obstacles that eventually tear their clothes to pieces. Hell, some of them even have bloody scratches and cuts - I guess from barbed wire fences. They're living people in most ways -- except they appear to be in a trance. They're sleepwalking but you really can't call it that. Are you following all this so far, Scotty?" I hadn't taken a breath the whole time he was talking. "Yeah. But what about the park we're going to?" "Okay...I'll go back even farther now: Remember how I told you about being turned on by danger? It's something I've analyzed myself about. Possibly some trauma happened to me in one of the foster homes I was in. Some pervy shit went on during my childhood even though I don't remember much before I was 15 years old. I think I was just bored with the same sex with the same few guys in the Bollard cemetery. That's when I started sneaking Donna's car for drives to that park in Wichita that was famous for cruising. You know what that means, right? Cruising? It's basically just gay men seeking anonymous sex in public places -- mostly at night. I heard about this park somewhere or read about it. Here's where it get's interesting... the zombie plague has spread faster and further than anybody knows. It's in Wichita now! I had some wild times in that place whenever Donna let me use her car or when she was blacked-out. But after the military showed up and cut off our access, I found this dried up creek and walked there for my fix." Robbie was maybe way too advanced (in a messed-up way) for me. Everything was falling apart and my love fantasies were turning to vapor. "How did you find this shortcut?" I was biding my time before announcing that I was heading back home. "One of the medications they make me take for hyperactivity actually makes me more hyper. Can you believe it? I started wandering around late at night which is how I found that spot in the cemetery and how I found this route to Wichita. It takes a little over two hours. Anything else you need to know?" "Aren't you worried about AIDS? Wichita probably has cases of it by now." "Oh I KNOW it does. Let me continue: Some of the park dudes I had encounters with had the look of sickness you could see even at night. Some had visible blotches on their skin. One guy even admitted he had it before we fucked. But that's not all. The park is behind a hospital where a social worker I know works. She used to keep in contact with me during the worst of my foster teens. Laura is her name but she spells it some weird way. Anyway - she's the one who told me about how AIDS patients were dying and then disappearing from the morgue. Isn't that insane? I even had sex with one or two of them. Yep -- zombies can get boners. It was so crazy dangerous and I could never get enough. I figured there was never going to be a loving relationship in my future so why not just go all out? Ya know? And now that there's no thing as death anymore...well." Holy SHIT!! He most likely had the virus and was only telling me NOW?! After what we already did together?? I should have never let my guard down with him. Motherfucker. "What is wrong with you, Robbie?? I mean, beside the obvious. Did you not think of me and my well-being?? I can't believe I was falling in love with you! Dumb-ass! I'm walking back now." "No. I can't allow that, Scotty. I have a gun with me. Please hear me out first. If you still want to abandon me, like everyone else I've ever known, after I'm done talking, then you can go. You'll never see me again." "Start talking already." "Love doesn't just go away like that. I'll always love you and you'll always love me. Deep down inside, you already know that. I know it. I have a plan: HIV is scary and destructive, but the chemicals which have caused our dire situation in the region have given us all a second chance to be as decadent as we ever wanted to be. AIDS zombies look and act than the so-called living versions. We are "preserved" so to speak. It's not the end of the world - it's the beginning of eternal life. Do you want to spend the rest of forever alone and sad? We have love now...and a way to make it last forever. It sounds crazy but these are crazy times. I want us to be together forever." "Wow. I think you've lost your fuckin' mind, Robbie. Yeah, you might not ever die - but you'll be a zombie. You'll lose your soul and probably a large part of your brain activity. I mean..." We kept walking in the path made by the flashlight. I saw the little lumpy mounds that I only recently figured out were the things where crawdads lived. I tended to focus on small details when I was stressed. I remember acting up and talking while Miss Olsen was trying to teach us something about long division. She announced that I would miss recess that afternoon because I was headed for the principal's office for a paddling. I was terrified and embarrassed, but found that I could keep from crying by looking at a crack in the wall that looked like a lightning bolt. I forced myself to stare at it and wonder how flaws like that decided to shape themselves. "But listen to me, Scott. We're different. It won't be the same. Don't ask me how, but I know that we'll hold onto the essentials. Our love can't die. It just CAN'T." He was nuts, but I was walking ahead, still following the path he'd found for us. Looking back now, I guess I'd just figured my fate had already been sealed. It's a fool's folly to fight the inevitable. "Let's walk a little faster." "That's the spirit, Babe." He opened up his bag and produced a medium-sized bottle of gin. "This will make the trip go much quicker." Right as he said that, a streak of silent lightning crossed the Northern sky. Uh oh. 9. He handed me the opened bottle. "I think we're in for a thunderstorm, Robbie." "Nah. That's just heat lightning. You usually don't see it this time of year. We might possibly get a little shower because the upper atmosphere is unstable, but nothing severe. It might even be refreshing. How's the gin? It's top shelf shit." A low 'moo'... a cow or a steer or something was nearby. "We're in a pasture. I've never had gin before, but it's not so bad. It's made from olives, right?" His relief that I was still walking next to him was palpable. "No. Close. Juniper berries. I like it because it's a wine-like buzz from a hard liquor. It's a mellow kick in the gut." "We're not going to get attacked by some angry bull are we?" "No. I've never even seen a bull on this walk. There's a slaughter house not far from here and I think they're laying low, fearful of the smell of blood and agony in the air." "That must be the part of Wichita that smells like dog food." "OK. Up ahead of us is where a concrete tunnel is built under a gravel road. It's small, but nothing to be afraid of. It's just weird. Every creek you drive over has one of these - built by the county. Let's talk. Ask me anything. We'll trade questions and answers." "Hmmm. Were you ever molested as a kid? In one of those foster homes?" I think I knew the answer. "Whoa. You just jumped right into it, didn't you? The answer is 'probably'. I don't know when or by who, but I've been sexual for a long time... even before I grew pubes. One of the therapists I've seen is positive that I was messed with. Who knows? Why was that your first question, Scotty?" "Your sex life seems a weirdly intense...or intensely weird...or both. I've heard that many abused children grow up to be abusers themselves. I'm not insinuating that you've abused anyone except maybe yourself." "I get what you're saying. I've talked to so many case workers, therapists and other assorted professionals and they can only conclude that I'm just plain nuts." "OK. My nonprofessional opinion is that, while you are weird, you've got a good heart and are capable of greatness. But people can't see that because of your day-to-day behavior." "That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. My turn now. Why do you hate yourself? Wait -we're just around the bend from one of those tunnels I told you about. It's a big one too...right under I-35. Hear the cars?" I did. This was a heavily traveled highway that was popular with commuters and long haul truckers. When the bridge/tunnel was in sight, it looked dark, forbidden and not not least bit as magical as Robbie had insinuated. I stopped. My knees locked up and I felt frozen with fear. What if there were hobos sleeping in there? And they had knives? And what if... Just then there was a deafening noise that started with squeaking tires and ended with a huge BANG followed by a slow,hissing steam that I can still vividly hear to this day. A bad accident had happened almost right over our heads. "FUCK! That sounded pretty major." We stood still and watched the sky, waiting. "Yeah. It happens on this particular stretch of road often. I think most of those truckers are half-sleeping or on speed or riled up by libertarian talk shows on the radio. It could also be a drunk driver. Want to climb up there for a look?" "Oh hell no! What if there's blood or a severed head or something? I couldn't handle that." "Wow. For a strapping young man living in Zombie Town USA, you sure are timid." There was a smell of scorched engine fluids and diesel fuel . Just as I began to fear an explosion, the sound of multiple sirens could be heard in the distance. Not much they could probably do now. But I guess somebody had to do something. And then crazy red and blue lights were flashing and casting insane, dancing shadows across our faces and on the bone dry weeds around us. Doors slammed, urgent shouting ensued and police radios squawking was in the background. I felt the need to do something, but what help would two dumb 18 teenagers be to them? It feels so helpless to feel helpless. We silently agreed to return to the cracked path and continue our trek. "Is it just my imagination or are the batteries in your flashlight dying?" "Yeah. This thing eats D cells like a hungry sow. I've got more in the bag. I'll wait to put put new ones in as long as I can because it's a long journey and I want to get you back home before the sun comes up. Would your folks be upset if they found you gone in the morning?" "No. I don't think so. Everything's so crazy at home right now and they know I went to a party." The tunnel reminded me of a giant crypt. It was dark as death in there. There was an inch crust of silt under our feet. I'd assumed there would be graffiti spray-painted on the walls, but there were only some small snail shells stuck to the wall, glued by the hardened muck they'd excreted in rainier, happier times. I flicked one and it was as delicate and as a weightless seed pod. "Wow. This is eerie as hell, Robbie." "You think so? I like it....it's like our hick state's little version of the catacombs." Ugh. I'd hated the idea of those things since we first learned about them in school. Of course Robbie would dig it. Freak. "You didn't happen bring any Coke or bottles of water did you? I'm so thirsty." "Yeah. Let's stop for a bit to re-hydrate and rest a minute. Want a blanket to sit on?" "Nah. Mom taught me how to do my own laundry and wants me to practice before I leave for college. I guess that's all on hold now." We sat down and put our backs up against the concrete wall. He took a swig from the gin bottle and passed it to me. I didn't think liquor was all that hydrating, but took a few healthy sips anyway. I'd begun to like the taste of it. "So you're not going to college?" "No idea. I guess it depends on where we end up after the relocation. Maybe I'll use this creek again to just escape and find a new life somewhere else. Malaysia or anywhere far away. Would you come with me?" He scooted over and the whole right side of his body was against my left side. He put an arm around me and our heads touched. "Of course. I can access people and resources in several different cities -- none in Malaysia though. There's a pay phone right outside the park that I'll use to call this lawyer in Kansas City I know. He'll set us up and give us a place to stay as long as we want." "I've never been there. All I know about that place is just what I've seen on the news when they caught that gay serial killer. ..Bob Something." "Yeah.I saw that too. He was a fucking butcher, man. There are degrees of 'crazy', ya know? I like to think I'm on the sunnier side of mental illness." "A guy who has anonymous sex with zombies and HIV positive guys...yeah. You're a regular Daffy Duck." I was and wasn't kidding. He just laughed. This whole scene was surreal. 10. "This is sort of romantic, don't you think?" His voice had softened but still echoed in the concrete tunnel. It was also nice to be taking a break. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until we both became aware of how deeply our breathing had become. He put an arm around my shoulders leaned a little and touched his lips to my ear. You never know what weird, wonderful turns your life can take. I'd sometimes considered suicide in the my feverish teen years and it chilled me to think all I would have missed. They should tell that to all depressed youth. Put it on billboards or something. It's as good as that "It Gets Better" campaign that started back when I was already in my 30's. "Remember what we talked about this afternoon? In my room? Have you thought more about it?" After we'd had a long, sweaty sixty nine-ing session in his bed, we both just lied on top of his tangled sheets and discussed sex stuff. He brought up the subject of anal intercourse and told me about how good it could be. He answered most of the technical questions I could think of. I guess I liked the idea of it, but told him I needed time. "Yeah. At first I thought I'd really only ever like the oral stuff. I hadn't considered what you liked. It was selfish to not consider your preferences. I want to do it for you, for us." I hadn't meant right this minute but he started kissing me and fumbling for my zipper. I needed a minute or two to mentally prepare myself. "Wait. Wait. Let's have a drink first. Let me relax a little." He looked at me with a grin I could barely make out in the dimness. "Okay, you shy little thing. Just one." He fished the bottle back out of his book bag and handed it to me. He was still rummaging around as I helped myself to some generous sips of gin. I remembered the only black girl in our class telling me that gin kept guys from losing their erections. She turned bad around the same time I had and started joining us behind the vo-tech building to smoke cigarettes. 'It make a man hard', she said. I took as many long gulps as I could while he was busy fiddling around with the flashlight. He's somehow set it to shine a low amber light over the immediate area above our heads. Why a flashlight would ever have such an option I'd never know. He brought the bag over and fluffed it up against the wall. "Here. You can use this as a pillow." OK. I guess this happening. Now. Right now. "Here? In the dirt? Why don't we wait until we can do it in a bed?" "I can't wait that long, Scotty. What's wrong with a little dirt? You can wash your clothes and take a shower later. Look - I brought some lube that desensitizes your ass a little. I'm sorry your first time has to be with somebody so big, but I'm sill glad it's with me. Just lie back and try to relax. You only get one first time." He chuckled lightly. "Yeah...maybe you should take one more shot." We each had one even though the earlier sips had already given me that underwater feeling. I am editing this story now to insert the fact that neither of us ever uttered the word "condom". I had to be drunk because being naked in some filthy underpass didn't seem all that out of the ordinary. Normally my head would be full of panic and my heart would be racing. I just wanted this. Robbie climbed on top of me after applying that tingling cream to my completely exposed anus. I guess there was no real point in seduction or foreplay, considering where we were and how much we had already done with each other. To say it hurt as he worked the tip of his fat boner inside of my hole would be a vast understatement. I mean, DAMN! I thought there was no way guys did this for fun! I instinctively tried to squirm out from beneath him. But he had complete control now. His hand went over my mouth and he used his powerful torso and long legs to hold me in place like a butterfly pinned to cardboard. "Shhh, Baby...this is the painful part. It gets so much better in a few minutes." His gentle voice and his ungentle dominance had made me even more helpless. I endured the initial pain and, sure enough, it did start to feel good in a way nothing else had ever felt good to me before. I thought he was already all the way in but he kept going in deeper, filling me more and more. I reached around and let my fingers brush the skin on his bare ass which was pumping at a furious pace. He must have been so relieved that I was no longer hurting that he felt the go ahead to just really go at it with gusto and it was so glorious. I remember thinking 'Please don't let this ever end'. "SHIT! I...I came. I can usually last longer if I really try." He stayed on top of me as his softening dick slowly stopped pulsing. The thoughts of what he'd just planted inside of me skimmed harmlessly off the surface of my brain. It was kind of late to worry anyway. I must have came at some point because our stomachs were both slick with my semen. I guess it would have been nice to just lie in that position with him for the rest of the night but we both had a mission to complete. We silently got dressed and he set the flashlight back to its normal function. I took a few seconds to grieve the fact that the sex had ended and I was no longer some virgin kid. I had no idea how to be an actual 'man'. That was going to be another long journey that so many of us are still on. As we emerged from the tunnel on the other side of the interstate I meditated on the term "lived in". People used it to describe a house that's comfortable but messy and structurally messed up a little. It could also be used to describe what my ass felt like at that moment. I was happily wounded as I limped slightly. Robbie put the bottle back in his book bag and reached over to hold my hand which was just the most perfect gesture right then. 11. "You never got around to answering my question." "Huh?" "Why do you hate yourself?" "I don't. Why would you assume that?" "I've watched you for years, Scotty. You've got so much going for you. You're cute, kind and have a certain shine that can be seen by everyone around you. You're also obviously smart, but never speak in class. You're isolated and always keep your head down. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen you smile and then you go and befriend only the lowest forms of life in Bollard." "Like you?" "I'm different. Mental illness pushed me to the fringes of society while you were born to be at the very top." "Hardly. I guess I have my own mental issues. Possibly the self-loathing started when I realized I was different than other boys. I knew I talked and acted wrong so I tried to change. I even prayed to Jesus that I could be normal. I stopped talking or socializing in case I forgot to not be myself. My parents pretty much ignored me once I was old enough for school. I was no longer their problem." "I get it. I'm fairly certain your story is not all that unique among gay kids. You aren't even the only closeted young man in our school." I almost wanted to ask who the others were but it wasn't my business...and I knew he'd tell me just that. Was he going to even comment about what we'd just done in the underpass? Did I want him to? "What are your mental issues, Rob?" "I might have time to tell you all of them if we were walking to Canada. Ba-dum-dump ssshhh. But seriously folks. I was diagnosed with ADD very early on and also depression. Over the years, various doctors have suggested everything from schizophrenia to autism. But you know what's funny?". I could hear some faint noises of the city. "Right here, being with you -- I feel totally normal. It's unsettling. How do people even go about doing that?" He gave my hand an extra squeeze. "My turn. Tell me something that gives you joy. No - tell me five things that give you joy." Before I could open my mouth, he chuckled. "Besides me, that is." "Fossils. Lilacs. Old library books. Um... Hawks. Meteor showers." "Lilacs?" "Yeah. When I was three or four years old, I wandered away from the backyard. I think I heard church bells. I eventually ended up on some street I didn't recognize and I was completely lost. I cried because I thought I'd be in trouble and get a spanking. I walked by this little house that was surrounded by six huge lilac bushes. I can still remember how good they smelled and how pretty the blossoms looked. Corny. I know. But I stopped crying and just walked up to the front door and knocked. Some old widow lived there and she'd been baking or something because there was a small blotch of flour on her cheek. She seemed happy to have a visitor and let me right in. I told her my name and said I wanted to go home. She knew where my parents lived and drove me back. So ever since then I've associated lilacs with kindness." "So cool. One day we'll live in a house surrounded by lilacs. One day we'll ... " He paused and let go of my hand. A zombie was right up ahead, walking our way. "Wow! This is my first time actually seeing one!" "Don't be afraid. Remember - they're harmless and they aren't actually dead. Shit. He must have fallen down here. He'll just keep walking until he gets all the way to Mound View." It's amazing how calm and safe I felt. I was mostly just curious. "He's not wearing a hospital gown...maybe he was somebody who just up and died somewhere near." "Look at the blood stain on the right side of his shirt. Gun shot. Come on...let's get a closer look." "No. Let's don't." "Come on, Scotty. They're lonely and seem to like having some company now and then." I guess he was my guide on this bizzarro tour, so I followed as he took me closer. The guy looked so alive in every way except for a certain dazed expression in his half-closed eyes. "He looks a lot like that substitute Spanish teacher we had a few times. Only much skinnier." "OK. Now look as I shine the light in his face. You can see that his pupils will adjust to the glare just like ours would." That's exactly what happened. And then Robbie handed me the flashlight. I aimed it away from his face because that seemed rude. "Hello. What is your name?" I was talking to an actual zombie (if that's even what they were). How many people could say they ever did that? The being opened his mouth. "Mmma...yes." Robbie took over. "You don't have to shout, Scott. They seem to hear just fine. Let me try. "What's your name, buddy? Mario? Miguel? Marco? Michael? Matthew?" "Mmaatto....o...Help me." Clear as a bell. I was stunned. I suddenly felt terrible about what was happening, what might happen. I was falling in love with Robbie but I knew he was going to do some weird thing with this person/zombie/being. "Let's just let him be and go." "Hold the flashlight again. I want to see his wound." Jesus Fucking Christ! I knew how things were going to go, but I didn't protest. Why oh why didn't I protest? I aimed the light on the poor guy's chest and held my breath while Robbie took off the shirt. The zombie deemed cooperative, even raising his arms to make it easier. Oh God. But the wound wasn't as gory as I expected - just a hole with one last little drizzle of blood dripping from it. "OK. Can we go now? This seems disrespectful." "Check it out. He's got tracks on his arm. Used needles for heroin or speed or something, that's for sure. I wonder if his dealer shot him." I hate to admit it, but I was fascinated. "Let's look for the exit wound." There wasn't one. But we did see were a few of those purple blotches that I'd already learned were an indication of AIDS. Robbie didn't say anything for a full minute which was a major feat for him. He just studied the lesions. Oh God. Was that what I had to look forward to in a few years? Months? Weeks? Only God knows what bizarre strain of the virus Robbie had passed along to me. "He doesn't seem dead at all." "Or high...or withdrawing from his addiction. I really think that this so called version of death is more of a rebirth now. It cures what ails ya'. But if you have any doubts at all, let me show you something. They're not dead at all." I knew this was coming. He was going to do something sexual with the poor guy. How did I get myself here? In this particular bizarre moment? I could be at home right now, re-reading an old Ray Bradbury book. 12. "I'm gonna need you to hold the light real steady and aim in where I tell you to. Will you do that for me?" "Yes, Rob." The first thing he did was brush his hand across our new friend's chest. If one can swallow a scream, that's what I tried to do. He then concentrated on 'Matto's right nipple. It instantly got hard and pointy. "Yeah. He likes that. He likes us. Let's welcome him back to his second life." Robbie went to work on the guy's zipper."Untie his shoes and help me get his jeans off." I knelt down and unlaced his beat-up Nike high tops. It looked like he wore size 10's - same as me. But I couldn't get them off his feet while he was standing. "Help me lay him down on his back. Gently." We eased him horizontal on the dry creek bed, and he seemed okay with that. "Get his shoes off." I did. And the stink of his socked feet was not the smell of death...it was a locker room odor that seemed very 'alive'. His feet were damp. How exactly were these guys even considered 'dead'? It's simple - they were alive. Of course I looked at his dick. It was a pretty decent size and a shade or two darker than the rest of his exposed flesh. It looked swollen with semi-excitement. Robbie stroked it gently and it got thicker and harder right before my disbelieving eyes. Swear to God - it was straight up pornographic but also fascinating (the way most good pornography is). I felt myself getting an erection in spite of everything. As my new boyfriend - the man who took my virginity - bent down and took Matto's dick in his mouth. He was making small groans of pleasure. I didn't want to watch but how could I not, ya know? The moans kept getting faster and louder until the crickets around us grew silent. Robbie lifted his head and looked at me. "You're turn." Was he kidding? I'd had so many firsts already in one day. "Come on, Scotty. He really loves it." "I don't know, Robbie." "Don't forget - I have a gun. Blow him..or else!" "Seriously? You'd kill me for not sucking off a zombie? Well, go ahead." The zombie seemed unhappy that the fellating had stopped. He whined the way a kid does when he's cranky. "OK. I'm not going to kill you any more than I already have, but I really need you to do this. Maybe it'll give you something to write a book about someday." I hadn't ever shared my desire to write a novel with him. Robbie just always knows things. He'd be that way the whole time I knew him. I decided to do it. A part of me wanted to do it anyway but a sense of humanity had made me have to hesitate. "I'll do it." Starting was the hardest part . The man's penis was twitching with a need to release. He even lifted a hand to the side of my face as if to urge me downward. And then...and then I took a zombie penis in my mouth. It felt every bit as warm as Robbie's dick had. Was that really only this morning? It seemed like years ago. The taste let me know he probably hadn't showered in a few days but that's not saying I didn't like it. Matto's hips were moving upward as if I wasn't taking him deeply enough. I'd eventually come to always love sucking an impatient man's dick. The sounds he made told me he was close to orgasm. "OK. Stop. He's gonna shoot." Wasn't that what he wanted?? "I want you to take off your pants and sit on his dick." "No. I just can't." "It's either that or you have to fuck his ass." "No." I figured he'd tell me about the gun again. Instead, Robbie punched me in the stomach. I fell to the ground, trying desperately to get air into my lungs. Then he fell on top of me and wrestled me flat on my stomach (another kinky fetish of mine was born). I was in pain and gasping for air as he laid me out flat on my stomach and undressed me from the waist down. "Keep your head down, Scotty! It'll be easier for you if you get on your knees and lift your ass in the air." I just couldn't. I was frozen like a jammed film reel and the projector bulb was burning me to a melted nothing. I'm not trying to sound dramatic but I think my brain, along with my motor skills, had gone bye-bye. "OK. Well, maybe it won't be so bad since I already opened you up a few minutes ago. Looks like you're still bleeding a little. Shit. Get ready." So I guess this wasn't love at all. I was just part of Robbie's twisted games. I was right and wrong about that, but I remember at the time, wishing he'd actually brought along this hypothetical gun he claimed he had and blow my head off. Nah -- I think my brain was pretty much gone no matter what happened next. I was waiting for a coma or shock or anything to get me out of here. I know I was jealous of those people who really did lose their minds. My brain had been my problem for 18 years -- maybe it was time to end my relationship with it once and for all. But insanity remained woefully out of my grasp. I was still fully aware that the guy I thought might love me was going to watch as a zombie with AIDS fucked me. How many people on Earth go through a whole lifetime without anything this messed up happening to them? "It's OK. Oh, look -- he's still nice and hard again. The second he saw your bare ass, our new friend got really fucking excited! Here you go, Matto...let me ease you on top of little Scotty here. His hole is extra sweet." And then, with a painful 'whump', the weight of this stranger was fully on top of me. He smelled strongly of sweat and, weirdly, the ocean. I never did figure out where that particular came from. He weighed less than Robbie did but the cracked earth beneath me was much harsher on my bones than the dust under the highway. What could I do? Complain?? The zombie dick entered me with no ease or thought of me. His narrow hips were on auto-pilot. Of course it hurt, but not as keenly as Rob's dick had. His breath was uniquely human -- unbrushed teeth and something charred. I can still smell it some thirty years later. Matto's thrusts were not artful at all. He was just stabbing away down there. I was going to leave this next part out of the story -- but, what the hell -- I was extremely aroused. I could feel a climax knocking at my dick's door. It felt GOOD! The unrealness, the inner throbbing and the zombie's rough little hands holding the sides of my face....I came two seconds before he did. Two men had ejaculated inside of me as of today. October 23, 1990. Which one did I regret more? Both? Neither? So there I was...face down in a dry creek bed somewhere in Sedgewick County with noxious sperm in my guts and a zombie softly sighing on my back. I'll never forget the way he was petting my hair, petting me like a dog. I never imagined how I'd ever make peace with this -- but I did, almost instantly. I'd enjoyed it despite myself. Maybe I'd already lost my mind and didn't know it. Whatever. I felt a kind of numb joy that didn't have a name. The sensation of Matto's softening dick leaving me was almost sad. He was probably really great in the sack back before his life started taking wrong turns. I recovered enough to talk. "Get him off of me. He's done." I wished my voice had sounded angrier -- but I had no fight left. Robbie helped him stand again and as I then pulled on my pants. When I turned around, Matto's dick was tucked safely back in his jeans but Robbie was now exposed. I'm guessing he'd jacked off while watching the scene. His dick was constantly ready to shoot the entire time I knew him. (if you ever find a man like that don't let him go) I think Matto wanted to follow us but Robbie turned him the other way and guided him back toward where we had come from. That didn't work so Robbie turned the flashlight off and we started jogging faster. My hand was in his and I was fine with that even though I know I should have been angry with him. The zombie was faster than you'd think. All you learned from movies and TV is so hilariously wrong. 12. "Are you mad at me, Scotty?" I thought about not saying anything, but I needed to talk. "Yes. I am. Don't ever hit me again. Don't ever force me to do something I'm not ready for." "I promise, cross my heart....I would add 'and hope to die', but there's no such thing as death for either of us. I'm so sorry for punching you. I just needed for you to experience that. I have reasons." What reasons? I supposed he'd tell me eventually and he did a few months later. "You owe me, Rob. Agreed?" "Absolutely, Scotty." We were getting closer to the city. I could see that sickish orange glow that all cities have now. "Well...I want to go home. I don't want to cruise the park. I need my home, my bed, my night light, a book and a long rest." "Oh. OK. Are you absolutely sure? It's fun." "You owe me, Rob." "Yes, yes. OK. Let's get you home.I'm sorry. I love you." "If you really mean that then this was the last time either one of us will have sex with other people. It's just you and I for as long as we're together." I could feel my spine getting straighter and sturdier with each word I spoke. "Seriously? I mean...seriously?" "Yes. Give me your keys. We can call it quits right now. You can go to the park and I'll drive myself home. I'm giving you your 'get out jail free' card right now, Robbie." "So you love me?" "Not right this minute maybe. But,yes. I am in love with you." How many of us can say that the first time we told a boyfriend that we loved them and really meant it? I did... or at least as much as any 18 year old could know what love was. I'm still not quite sure. "I don't think anyone has ever loved me before. I mean, maybe my birth mother did at one point, when I was a baby -- but I don't ever remember feeling loved." "So, do you love me?" "YES! Which is why I'm officially ending my play time...my experiments. From now on, you are my one and only. Monogamy is worth a try." He then took my hand and we walked back toward Bollard. Home. My head was quickly clearing up by that point. "Just tell me...what we did, what I did wasn't necrophilia, was it?" "You mean you still think of them as 'dead'?? They are living human beings who were dead for a few minutes, but not anymore. Death is just a stage for us now. An incredibly brief stage at that." "Fine. But I will always have a doubt somewhere in my brain." "That's your right. You will be the moral compass for both of us." "Deal. As long as you're always our designated fuck-up." 13. And we made it back to his car which looked beautifully ordinary after all the madness I'd experienced in the past few hours. I nearly cried. I asked him not to play that music on the drive home. I rolled down the window and listened to the engine and the wind. Robbie would be the first person in my life who always knew when I needed an extended period of not talking. I had talked enough for one day. We had a chaste little kiss when he dropped me off a few doors away from my house. The porch party had either ended or moved somewhere else. All the lights in the living room were on. A few of my dad's favorite vinyl records (mid-70's crap) were laying here and there without their sleeves. He must have been seriously out of it because that man treasured his album collection. I thought I could smell puke coming from somewhere but didn't feel like looking for it. Mom would be mad for at least a week about this. Not my problem. They're only offspring was gone until 3 in the morning and they hadn't even noticed. I loved the non-care once I became a teenager, but would be angry about it later in life. I've forgiven them at this point. They shouldn't have ever had children, but what's done is done. Let me say that again: WHAT'S DONE IS DONE. Never forget that. So what happened next? For a few months, it was as close to normal as it could have been. My mother really liked the army's make-shift grocery store that was set up just inside the quarantine. My dad seemed pretty happy about the big checks we were getting from the government. "Owning property in this shit town was the best investment I ever made," he'd said a few too many times. The trash was picked up. The heavily censored newspaper resumed publishing, but the grain elevators never reopened. Robbie's guardian stopped drinking only because she was diagnosed with heart failure and was so weak she couldn't even make fresh ice. Donna turned out to be a really nice person once she was sober. Robbie and I were the ones who made sure she took her multiple medications. The three of us would be together almost every day since I was practically living there by that time. She had a heart attack and was rushed to the army's new surgical unit. She died right there on the operating table. We'd never find out if she returned to life because the military took care of everything in a 'dignified and respectful manner'. She'd left the house and a huge chunk of money to Robbie. "She did this way back when she was all drunk and horrible!" he'd always say with amazement. I guess I wasn't the first person to love him after all. Late in the Winter of 1991, the relocation process began. I had to tell my parents that Robbie and I were lovers and would be moving away together. We were a couple just as they were. It's like I'd just told them I was reading a new library book. They just didn't care. There were too many other things to think about. The military individually debriefed us for about an hour over the course of three weeks. Even kids as young as four were told things like where we'd be moving to from a pre-approved list. I remember telling them that Robert Tyler and I were a long-term couple and would only agree to move away as a couple. The military guys didn't even blink at the gay thing nor did they deny our request. We picked a college town because we figured it would be more progressive and 'fun'. Families could move together, but not extended family members like grandparents or adult children. No unrelated residents could live within a hundred miles of each other because the government wanted to discourage 'fraternization'. I guess it's like back in the 1800's when you'd see friends and loved ones get in a covered wagon, head out West and that was it. You never saw them again. It was like a death in that way. We were told we'd be moving into new subsidized housing and then monitored very closely for the foreseeable future. Our phone calls, mail and travel would be closely watched. Our computer usage would be severely limited. At the time, I wondered why they'd be interested in a machine that you only used to write book reports and play games on. We all had to have a medical checkup every year from the physician of their choice. For how long? Indefinitely. And then we were forced to sign a promise that we'd never discuss the events of the last year. Penalties for not complying included fines, imprisonment or 'worse'. I just wanted to start a new life with Robbie somewhere far away from hay bales and tractors. The money they gave us in exchange was so worth keeping a secret for. Where did the government get all this money? There was a recession at the time. I signed the agreement. "Just think - someday you can visit this place when it'll be the biggest national park in the Midwest!" The grandpa-looking guy seemed to be very good at lying to people's faces. I almost smirked, but fought the urge. Robbie didn't. He was a regular asshole to the guy who debriefed him. He told me later that he asked about the zombies, JFK's real killer and Area 51. I wish I could have been there for that. We were among the last people to leave because he was detained for two weeks. I don't know what they did to him during that time and he'd never tell me. For years he just wouldn't speak of it, but it had incubated an anger in him that would last the whole time I knew him. I stopped asking. We had a happy couple of years once we moved to the new town. We spent our days leisurely and were never apart. Clinton was president and everything just seemed more hopeful. Can you believe how lucky we felt that he'd given us 'don't ask don't tell'? His sexual appetite was exhausting but I kept up with it because I didn't want him finding release elsewhere else. We each got involved with community and university groups. That's where it all went sideways. I was involved with astronomy, geology and wildlife causes but Robbie went his natural trouble-making route. He joined up with political groups and decided he was now a 'queer activist'. He went to every march, protest and rally he could. I tried to remind him we were still under surveillance at all times. If we wanted to keep this nice house and our peaceful lives, he needed to be cool, be discrete. "I can't believe how little you care about reclaiming our privacy and rights as citizens!" "I can't believe how little you care about ME! It sucks, baby. But I'd rather have you here with me than watch you get dragged away in some black van at midnight. This house is most likely bugged but we've sure given them a lot to listen to." (he was very into dirty talk during sex) That made him smile a little, but he never let go of the anger and that need for justice. He went to the campus library daily and researched Abbie Hoffman and Angela Davis which I knew would be tracked through the school's computers. He was so goddamn determined to change the world, to shake things up. I worried of course, but gave up trying to talk sense into him. It just made him mad and we'd argue. I hoped for the best and let him do his own thing. And then... And then he disappeared. It was a Friday night and we'd gone to see The B-52's in concert. They were one of the few bands we both liked. We were dancing and yelling and having a great time when I suddenly noticed he wasn't next to me. I thought we'd just lost each other in the crowd. But I never saw him again. He had the keys and so I got a ride from some severe goth chick with a lip piercing. I didn't say much as she talked non-stop about how she was trying to start a lesbian pro-vandalism art movement. Interesting. She was premed but had found it so easy and effortless that she had time to be creative and outrageous. Her name was 'Vee' and we're friends to this day. She became a pediatric surgeon - if you can believe that shit. I've almost wished I'd told her my story many times. She would have made something great out of it. I never even told her about Robbie because I knew he was gone...for good. I never really let myself grieve for many years. I kept my head down and adjusted to living alone with my secrets. I forgot to mention that it was soon after our first medical appointment with a doctor that we found out we had a virus. It was something they'd never seen before...similar to HIV but not quite. The doctor was a shill for the government of course. He didn't bother asking me about my sexual history (not that I would have told him). He only told me that there would be a treatment very soon. He told Robbie the same thing, the same rehearsed bullshit. If they'd never seen it before, how could there be a cure on the way? I had to stop drinking, smoking and any and all drug use. He wasted his breath. Vee and I would take long walks around the campus park while smoking blunt after blunt after blunt. She admitted that she had been seeing a shrink for ten years. She'd had shock treatment many times. I wondered if I should try that. Or a lobotomy. Take my earlier life away from my memory. But Vee patiently explained that 'E.C.T' wasn't like that at all. To this day Vee is a confirmed stoner but still the smartest, most coherent person I'd ever know. This past June, I developed heart problems. I had chest pains and shortness of breath. And a few weeks ago, I developed a scaly rash on my hands and feet. My appointed doctor told me that it was an anomaly and had nothing to do with the mystery virus I carried. He said I would live a long life. I doubt anything he says, but I guess I'll find out eventually. I know I can never die. END

THIS STORY IS FICTION AND RESPOSTED: I was 18 when I had my first slam. A freshman in college, I met a guy in his 40s online with huge muscles and a big fat cock and he invited me over to “party and get wild.” I thought he meant drinks and dildos, maybe some piss. I was a pig and knew from a young age I liked things wild. I used to do things like piss on myself and cum on my face as early as 10, rock hard with excitement. I hadn’t been with many experienced dudes so when he told me he was gonna use me real nasty I got hard and wrote back yes. When I showed up at his house I saw pipes and needles. I’d smoked tina before but never really felt anything, I was used to mollies and G and wanted something that was going to make my eyes roll and my heart race. He asked if I’d ever done a slam and I had to ask him what it was. He told me it was shooting T and I immediately said yes. The idea of shooting up dope aroused me. I’d never done it before but it felt dirty, wrong, and mischievous. I wanted to push my limits so I gave him my arm, not knowing what to expect. The rush hit me hard. He put like .5 all at once and I felt a warmth take over my body. I felt it spread to my chest, tickle my balls, and reach all the way to my toes. I was breathing heavily like I’d just been fucked hard. Then suddenly, I was touching myself, feeling my body, ripping my clothes off to feel the cool air stroke my naked body. My cock fell out and started filling with blood. It became engorged, stood straight up, hard as rock. My hole pulsed and quivered and I felt an overwhelming feeling of filth and deviance. ”How do you feel?” He asked. ”Like a fucking dirty whore. I want to get used like a slut and be a total pig.” I replied. ”Tell me you’re a faggot and you love cock.” ”I’m a fucking faggot and I live for cock.” I replied. ”Good boy. Show me.” He ordered. I bent over and showed him my pussy hole, stretching it with my fingers and punching it lightly with my fist. It felt so good to show off, to be a tweaked out junkie cum slut. He passed me a dose of G and a few minutes later I felt like I was in heaven or maybe hell, consumed by carnal pleasure and moaning at every touch. He ordered me to get down on my knees as he slowly started to fuck my throat, spitting in my mouth to lube the way and plunging his fat tool into my face over and over as I gagged, choked, and saliva ran down my face — his and mine. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock deep into my skull, using my mouth as a hole to get his fat dick hard and ready to breed. ”You like that slam? Ready for another?” He asked. I thought it was too soon but it was also too late. He already had another one prepared and ready to go. This time he asked me to get on all fours while he administered me. And told me to show him how much a pig I am when the rush hit. He stuck the point in my arm and shot me up and then I felt the hot rush again, shooting through my veins and getting my dick rock hard. I was bent over so I reached around and spread my hole open begging him to use it and make me his pig. After he did a slam himself he put four fingers into my hole, making me want to cry and moan at the same time which I did. Then he put his other four fingers in my hole. With all eight fingers he started pulling my hole open as I screamed with pleasure, feeling used and tortured but fucking amazing. He thrust his fingers in and out, pushing harder each time, until I felt four fingers grow to five and then fiver fingers grow to a fist. He pushed one fist into my pussy slow but forcefully, stretching my hole wide open and fisting me wrist deep. The G and slam had me sweating, and I could barely catch my breath as he ripped open my hole, spit inside it and begin fucking me raw with his giant tool, stroking it inside my hole and fucking my loose hole like a slut. I felt powerful, dominated, dirty, and used. It was an incredible feeling. He continued to breed my hole for hours, taking breaks to piss, once in my mouth and once in my hole, and he fed me water (or maybe it was more G) from his mouth into mine. Wet, bred, and used, the chems had made me a total fucking cum slut and I wanted more. A couple hours later he got on Grindr to pimp out my hole to random dudes in the neighborhood. He asked if I would take cock from anyone, I replied “Yes, anybody.” He said he wanted to watch his cum slut take loads on all fours and I begged for more drugs. I knew I wanted to be fucked up with zero inhibitions, and I was ready. He told me to beg for drugs then beg for dicks and I did both, pleading for each on my knees. He laughed with evil delight as he told me he would make my fantasies come true. I don’t remember how much cock I took that night and how many guys I let use my hole but it was one of the most memorable experiences I ever had. My true pig was let out and I let go. We met a few times after that but lost contact after a while. I became consumed with slamming and taking anon loads in my campus dorm, word got around quickly and I had closeted frat guys texting me all week asking if they could breed my hole. - From a junkie college cum slut.

Way to go!

As a trans guy, this story is amazingly hot! Whether you had us in mind or not when writing it, it does feel inclusive which I appreciate too ❤️ I think often of possibly having kids one day in my future and have a pretty strong impregnation kink along with that, have also considered the idea of being bred by multiple men in my life, if and when that day comes. I’m half Filipino and just know that I’ll be perfect “breeding stock” one day 🤤 There’s no denying how easy it is to knock up Asian folks like me lol. Happened to me twice when I was a teenager, first time I’d only had sex once and was pregnant immediately. Even if I don’t carry for myself, I have also considered carrying for a gay couple who wants children. I want to be pregnant again someday one way or another lol. awesome writing man!

omg, having my head held in place while I’m sucking dick is such a turn on. when I was in NYC, some time in the early to mid 00s, there were weekly bareback sex parties held in chelsea. it was kind of a private club and the parties ran for a good while until they were eventually shut down by the city’s department of health. anyway, the play space was huge and at one of the locations, there was a kind of outdoor deck area with some semi-private nooks. I remember those parties fondly b/c of all the loads… anyway, two tops stand out for sheer hotness. one was this slender muscular guy who had a habit of forcing my head down on his fat fucker while I was kneeling and contorted into various positions. I must have stayed on his dick for half an hour while he raped my throat. then he took his hand and fisted my mouth and throat, and facefucked me some more. then there was another top who I serviced in a dark room. it was pitch black and you could barely see anything. this guy had come by the party after heading home from twilo and pinned me to a wall while I was swallowing his dick. like I was sitting on a bench facing his crotch and swallowing/deep throating his dick balls deep and his hips just pinned me to the wall. fuck! he was also high as a kite having done some ecstasy earlier that evening. eventually he dropped a massive load. I swallowed it all and didn’t bother to brush my teeth that day because I wanted to savor the taste of his cum.

I've been fucked so much the last five days by my bear buddy I'm feeling like his bitch. Lol He's been horny all the time, and he prefers fucking over blow jobs. He's great at dirty talk, and tells me he's gonna make my whore ass all his. Fuck that's hot.

I think eating a hairy hole has taken over my obsession for sucking cock. The last pig party I went to I ate so much ass!!! It was fantastic. I think I probably fucked all the asses I ate too. It’s the best way to thank a bottom for sharing his hole.

I got txtd several days ago by my Vietnamese vers pigson saying he needed to seed his daddy and was I free on Sunday (yesterday). It turns out I was free. Douched and in track pants and a T-shirt, I greet my pigson with a long kiss. He feels my bulge as I do his. We go up to the bedroom. I suck on his nipples and he does it in return. Clothes off. First off, I want to rim his hole badly. It always tastes SO good. I spend some of my time there, and then poke my cock in his ass for a bit. I follow a line with my tongue from his hole to the back of his neck a couple of times. Drives him wind. If I want his ass to eat, he wants my ass to rim and seed. I get on my tummy and he goes to town on my ass, followed by his hard cock. Within 2 mins, he's picking up the pace and with short breaths announced he's about to cum. He shoves his cock totally in. This time, I can feel him spurting in me. We lay there for a bit, his cock still in me. I clean off his cum-covered cock, and he felches out a bit of it from ass for me to taste. Such a good pigson! I went back to rimming his hole and he wanted to suck my cock. Rimming his hole this time got me to cum in his mouth. He licked up every drop. I got one more load out of him some time after. A beautiful Sunday evening with 2 loads in me. Not too shabby!

Part 2 After Jason, Alex and Nick swallowed their seed he was taken to the andreas crotch with the chain around his neck and attached to it. Master, Nick, Brad and Alex went out of the room leaving Jason alone for a while. The chems were wearing off and Jason began to think more clearly again. He began to dwell on all that he had done this evening, he had sucked cock, swallowed semen, been fucked, pissed in and drank piss on the bargain he had also become the owner of 2 nipple piercings. His head was spinning at the thought of what had already happened. Did he really want this, he was into women after all. Doubt struck, he wanted to leave. He wanted time to think. But on the other hand he still felt horny. At that moment Mike and the others came back into the room. How is our slut doing, is he ready for the next phase in his training. Mike knew that Jason was getting back to sober and that there would be doubt. He knew that the seed he had planted would not take over everything immediately. But he had time, and he enjoyed getting someone quietly and patiently but fully into his power. Jason said he wanted to go home. Home said Brad, you are not going home. At that moment he connected his nipple piercings with a chain and hung a weight on it. Jason gave a slight cry because his nipples were now being pulled. Don't whine slut said Brad you asked for it. I don't know if I want this said Jason, I want to go home. Please let me go. We won't let you go yet said Nick, we have only just started and he put some clamps on Jason ball sack. Alex only put one on his chest. The clamps hurt and Jason was whining in pain. Brad took a whip and tapped against 1 of the clamps. Stop said Jason, I don't want this, this hurts. Jason could think of nothing else but the pain. The doubt in his mind was gone, all he could think about was that those clamps and the weight on his nipples had to go. Brad slogged the clamps off Jason's scrotum, Jason gave cries his toes curled in pain.Nick took a piece of rope and tied Jason's cock and balls off. He hung a 1 kg weight from his balls, which caused Jason's scrotum to be pulled and began to stretch. Brad, meanwhile, tapped some of the clamps again. The clamps that fell off were placed back in a different spot. Mike, sat behind the crotch and watched everything nicely. This was the plan, the others would play with him for a while and hurt him. Then he would come and help him by taking the pain away but of course there was a price to pay for that. ... Mike stood up and went to stand next to Jason. He gave a nod to the other, that was the sign that they were going to leave for the living room to go get the pipe a glass of special cola ready and some syringes ready. Are you okay he asked Jason, no Mike said Jason, I want to go home and for this to stop. You know I am your master and I will take care of you he said. But you want me to help you must call me Master and not Mike on which he hit the weight of Jason's balls and this started to rock even more and Jason gave a cry and said sorry. Sorry master, forgive me. Please help me. I will be good. Ok said master with a grin , I will first take that plug out of your ass. Give it a good push with your pussy so it comes out easily said master. While the plug came out of Jason's cunt master pushed his finger in it with a shard of Tina. The burning feeling came back to Jason, Mike said it will burn for a while but that is because of the plug. Jason was glad the plug was out of his ass. But that would only be for a little while, but he didn't know that yet. Mike also took the clamps off Jason's chest and stomach. Each time he took a clamp off he also pushed on the spot to ease the pain a little. Jason's toes curled. Ok said master, what do I get from you now. Jason, who by now was starting to get horny again because of Tina, didn't say anything but moaned a little. Master said, you can kiss me as a thank you. Jason moaned and opened his mouth. Mike's plan was to gain Jason's trust that he would take care of him. A kiss is an intimate and loving thing. If Jason is allowed to kiss Mike, he can thus make a more intimate connection with his master. After the kiss master asked Jason do you want me to untie you now and let you go home. Jason who was completely confused by the kiss as the chems were taking over again. Said untie me master but I don't want to go home I want you to hold me for a while. Good said master and untied Jason. Jason who was already struggling to stand on his legs again fell into Mike's arms and looked for love, a hug, ... Mike knew the moment had come to take the poor boy completely and kissed his new addition with a deep tongue kiss. Jason answered his master's kiss and told him he had feelings for him. Jason's mind had been giving him signals that Mike was going to take care of him that he liked him and that he liked Mike too. He began to fall in love with him. Well Mike said to Jason, who am I to you. Jason hesitated for a moment but then said full throttle MY PEOPLE. Good then sit on your hands and feet. Jason obeyed and Master said kiss my feet. Jason obeyed but still said to Mike, Master my ass itches so hard. We will take care of that later said Master first you must obey. Now lick your way up, Jason who had become horny again did what was asked of him. Mike put his hand on the head of his new recruit and said as he reached his balls. Now take your masters balls in your mouth and spoil them. Jason began to lick his masters balls and then took them into his mouth and gently sucked on them. Master was pleased gave an encouraging pat on Jason's head and said now you may make master's pole stiff with your mouth. Jason was pleased with the pat on his head and without hesitation took master's cock in his mouth and began to lick and suck until master's pole stood proudly erect again. Good said master. He took hold of the chain still attached to Jason's neck collar and Jason had to follow on all fours to the living room. The others were waiting for Mike and when he came in with Jason on all fours they patted his shoulder. Now I am going to suck on the pipe and blow the smoke into your mouth and you will breathe it in and hold it in until I tell you to unload. Jason who was not smoking wanted to say something but master said you must listen and do as I ask you. Master lit the pipe and sucked on it. He took Jason by his mouth and kissed him and blew the white cloud into Jason's mouth. Jason inhaled and held his breath. Good said Mike. Now you may blow out. She repeated this a few more times and with each kiss Jason became hornier, warmer and calmer again. Jason started moaning again and wanted to play with his pussy again. Brad patted him on the head and said arms on your back and fastened them together by attaching the wristbands to each other. Jason had to stand up from his master and he said you need to drink something boy you must be thirsty. Jason got a coke with g in it. Jason asked if he could go pee. Nick brought a bottle and said we will not let anything go to waste. Jason obeyed because he was scared of the other 3. After his pee he had to sit on his hands and feet again. Because you listen so well master said I will fill your empty pussy. Jason let out a sigh of relief, finally the empty feeling would be filled. Master took the plug with tail and pushed it into Jason's already loose pussy. His pussy sucked the plug in and Jason twisted his ass in pleasure. Follow me he said to his pup, Jason followed his master and his tail behind his ass seemed to just wag. When they were back in the playroom he had to lie down on the fuck bench. Jason was tied back up and he had to drink from the bottle with his own piss. Drink it all up buddy, we're not going to let this go to waste. He did what was asked of him. Then master asked him, who are you. To which Jason said I am a slut. Good so said master and who's slut are you. Your slut master said Jason I am completely yours. What may we do with you said to his slut. You may do with me whatever you want master because I love you. Good girl. Then we will now make your pussy a little bigger so we can start your fist training tomorrow and so you can fondle 2 poles at the same time. Jason's right arm was untied and his biceps were tied off. Nick came with point and looked for a nice vein and stuck it in, he saw a register and pushed the plunger. The point Nick had prepared was a 0.5. The first one Jason had gotten was a 0.3 so this one was a little more solid than the last. Jason felt it tickle back in his throat and had to cough. As soon as he coughed he got hot and cried fuck fuck fuck. Fuck me pleas fuck me. Brad stood in front of him and said shut up you and put his pole in Jason's mouth. Alex was already ready me some dildos of different thicknesses and lengths and put the plug out of Jason's ass. Master took the poppers and pushed them under Jason's nose, sniff slut he said. Jason who was so horny did what was asked of him and as he snorted Alex pushed the first dildo into his pussy. Nick stood by with the camera and filmed everything so he could use it later. Master put his hand on Jason's head and meanwhile whispered in Jason's ear. You are my slut, you are doing well, make your master proud. Mike wanted Jason's full trust and so wanted to give it a hand. You could see that Jason was enjoying getting approval from his master and therefore tried even harder. He pushed his ass back to allow the dildo to slide even deeper. But that thrust on the second ring. Brad took his cock out of Jason's mouth for a moment and told him to lick his ass. Jason groaned as Alex pushed the dildo deeper and pushed the two ring open. Master took back a narrow dildo and pushed it at the dildo that was already in his pussy. That didn't work right away. Brad took the poppers, turned and said snort until I say enough. Jason snorted and the his pussy relaxed and the dildo slid in. Jason gave a moan and was in slut heaven. Good girl said master. It's time you got a real pole back in your ass. He was detached from the bench and had to sit on Alex's pole from master. Jason obeyed and the pole slid smoothly into his now sloppy cunt. Nick who also felt like sucking his ass came and stood in front of him and said, suck me stiff slut. Jason took Nick's pole in his mouth and Nick began to face fuck him. He was now being fucked on both sides. Nick's pole was long and thick, it was so long that Jason started gagging. Master heard This and said to his slut, we will work on that slut, we will practice until your reflex is gone and you can really deepthroat. Nick who was stiff by now came and stood behind Jason and pushed him forward so he was lying on Alex's chest. Alex stuck his tongue in Jason's mouth and they started kissing. Nick put his pole to Alex's and Jason moaned. Nick took hold of Jason's hair pulled it and said I will stretch your pussy open slut, I will stretch it open so you can train with your master tomorrow. So he can get a fist in there. Jason moaned and after a few thrusts Alex cummed. He squirted several thick jets into Jason's pussy. He withdrew his cock and Nick used the seed as lubricant and thrust hard on. Jason moaned and meanwhile got Brad's penis in his mouth who had been watching and jerking off the whole time. Brad was about to squirt his seed. He squirted it into Jason's mouth. Swallowing he slut said Brad who thrust his pole into Jason one last time. Jason opened his mouth, showed Brad the seed he had received and then swallowed it. Nick was also about to squirt, he pulled Jason's hair and said here comes the slut, here comes my present for you. With one last thrust he squirted his seed into Jason's pussy. Master who had taken over the camera from Nick stood ready with a large plug and pushed it into Jason's sloppy cunt. Good slut, you did a good job. Later you can sleep with me master as a reward. Tomorrow we will then go for first ink and continue your training. Brad, Nick and Alex went home and told Mike that he had a good asset and once he was completely done with his training that they would like to use him again. You got it Mike said, by the end of next week it will be full slut. Ready to be used by whoever. When the others were gone Mike took Jason to his room and attached his wristbands to a chain. He laid him next to him in his bed telling his new addition that he was a good slut and that he would take good care of him. Jason was pleased with what he heard and the doubts he had earlier were completely gone. He embraced his new life as a slut, cumdump. He wanted to please his master, and serve him. Mike thought just before he fell asleep. Enjoy boy, this is the first and also last night you will sleep in my bed. From tomorrow you may go to the basement, to your cage like the other slut in my basement. I hope you like it. Pleas leave youre comments and if you have ideas that i can use let me know.

Absolutely LOVE when he stays inside....Unless there are others waiting their turn 😉

I squirmed on the backseat hovering between awake and reality, he opened the front passenger door and rummaged about before slamming the door and returning to me on the back seat, he held a bottle to my mouth “drink”, I drank the liquid, it tasted foul but he held it until I had drained the bottle, he then hoisted my leg up and fingered my bumhole with more of the stinging stuff, he put some gaffer tape over my mouth and then handcuffed me “I don’t want you making noise or causing shit understand boy?” I sort of gurgled and nodded, he grinned “you like getting high, I am getting you high, you’ll be thanking Daddy for everything I do very soon”. The ride was a bit of a blur, the streetlights seemed to burst into prisms of light as we drove through the streets, it was almost magical and held my attention. We ended up at a house on the coast, it was secluded lonely I remembered the line from alien “in space no one can hear you scream”. He opened the back door, “you going to behave?” I nodded, he undid the handcuffs and ripped the gaffer tape from my mouth, “prove it boy”, I pulled myself up as best I could and kissed him, he grinned down at me “good boy”. Once in the house he dumped me on the sofa and then came back with a syringe, even in my state I managed to whine “I don’t like needles”, he tied off my arm, “believe me boyo you’ll learn to love them”, he injected me and then held my arm up as he released the tie, I coughed and coughed, my mind a kaleidoscope of colours and I was hungry, hungry for cock. He fingered my hole, “is that pussy getting hungry boy?”, I just sort of ‘mmmmmm’d’ He grinned as he lit a cigar “yeah you’re ready, now get on your knees and suck my cock, get it good and hard”, got on my knees as he unleased the beast, it was semi hard as I took it in my mouth and started sucking, he put his hand on my head “in time you’ll be taking it all down your throat, but first you’ll be taking it up your little boi pussy”, I gagged on his cock when he said this and he chuckled “don’t worry with all the chems you have in your system you’ll take it easy” My first lesson was extraordinary I must admit I was shocked how right he was, he held my hips hard “you’re doing just fine baby” about of a third of his cock was up my arse, he was determined but almost gentle “now relax boy, push out like I told you” I groaned and did as he said and another few inches slipped up me, “atta boy, told you it would fit in your little cunt, just a bit to go” My mind was all over the place but my hole was so hungry, I felt stretched impossibly wide I felt pain but more really just an exciting lovely feeling of being penetrated. The words rang a memory in my head, as he bottomed out and started to fuck me “that’s a good boy!”, “in and out we go”. And in and out he went deflowering me completely rearranging my innards to accommodate his cock, “yeah that’s a good boy, your boicunt is just made for daddy cock, he rode in and out of me “little virgin boy taking his first cock”, “oh yeah going to flood that little pussy soon”, he held my hips hard as he started fucking me harder “you were born for this boy” and then he grunted, his cock in me fully as I felt his cock spasm and his seed flooded every part of my young arse from the anus right up my rectum. It turned the university had been contacted that I was unwell by my ‘dad’ and I needed some time off, over the next week or probably longer, apparently as I was a ‘model’ student so they were fine and said for me to take all the time I needed. In other words, he could take all the time he needed, not that he wasted anytime at all. on a side note an inspiration of 'Daddy'

From my experience, Truvada is now generic so insurers would prefer patients use that for PrEP. For me, personally, Truvada's side effects re: bone issues caused me to stop taking it a couple years ago. Decided to resume PrEP recently, but this time, asked for Descovy, explained side effects from Truvada, etc. My insurer required a Prior Authorization for Descovy, which my clinic sent in & it was approved. After it was approved, I ordered the medication online, and I had a $0 copay. I was expecting a copay of a couple hundred, based on how my prescription insurance works.... Based on this, I would presume PrEP--regardless of medication--is covered 100%. But insurers might make you jump through hoops if you want Descovy.

Whore 6 – A Continuation I continued to struggle against the chains as the roaring crowd continued; but all I could concentrate on was cunt being fucked by his Daddy. With every thrust of cock he took, my own cunt spasmed. Noticing where my attention was, Daddy smiled and moved in closely until I felt his breath on my ear. “OK fucker... this is it. You’ll have a new Daddy... or maybe Master... or maybe something else soon. I’m not your Daddy anymore. You may call me Max... That’s Colin over there... You’ve earned it,” he said removing my collar and harness... “Well, you will in a few.” he winked. “Yes, Dadd...Max,” I moaned... I was already looking forward to my new life. Stepping off the platform, Daddy… uh, Max continued on... “Gentlemen, the preview is now over. You’ve been made aware of the requirements to continue.” Stopping at the shop door, he looked back at the room of men. “You have met the deposit requirement for this portion. To continue on, you must produce evidence you have the funds to satisfy the reserve... The others may stay here and enjoy themselves. Deposits, less the entrance fee, will be returned once the inventory has been claimed.” Hearing Max’s announcement, the Daddy’s thrusts into cunt intensified causing a commotion among the men who looked on. “Feed my hungry cunt! Please!” cunt begged and pushed back to take it all until his cunt lips met his Daddy’s crotch. It was obvious that cunt was now milking the cock as those still in the room were now watching the scene before them... the look of ecstasy on cunt’s face burned into me as the fucking continued until his Daddy grunted, released his load and pushed him off the still hard cock. The Daddy stood there for a moment, his thick pierced cock jutting out above a large sac causing my mouth to water and my cunt ache. Smirking, he walked up to Max... his dripping slime-covered PA parting the way in front of him. “I gotta piss... 3% of the final cost, whether I take the inventory or not, if my boy takes care of my needs while we do this.” Max studied the ginger skin boy slowly approaching them “5%… I’ll need to take a piss at some point.” The Daddy smiled and nodded. “Drinks for everyone,” Max said to the crowd and the door closed behind them. With the drinks flowing, my attention was drawn back to cunt who was now working on his knees taking puppy’s cock. My body relaxed, letting my body hang forward in the chains fastened to my wrists and waited to find out my fate as I took in the room. Time seemed to slow down as the wait dragged on until, as if out of nowhere, cunt appeared in front of me. His hands slid against my smooth skin... “So, they call you whore?” he smiled, circling me and inspecting me more closely this time. “Yeah, for now... cunt.” I said, looking down at his enormous bulge and trying to figure out how much saline it contained. Lifting my chin, he chuckled, “It’s not saline.” “Fuck!” I moaned at the revelation that his sac was permanently altered. “And Max didn’t fucking lie about your cunt either,” he said, slowly pulling out my cuntplug and slipping a shard inside me with his index finger. “Daddy knows a thing or two about modifications.” “Fuck! Shit yes!” “That should help,” he said, shoving my cuntplug back. Moving to the staircase, he held out his index finger covered in my viscous cunt juices and sucked it clean... “Fucking delicious.” he moaned and descended the platform steps. “If we’re both lucky, I’ll be feeding right out of your cunt.” and patted his stretched-out jock pouch and returned to puppy’s side. I began to buck from the hunger in my cunt and the sound of chains restraining me grew louder but I was beyond caring. My body undulated from the chems rushing now concentrated in the walls of my cunt. My dilated eyes now caught sight of a group of men jacking their cocks below me. At that point, I began to beg for it... “Breed my cunt! Fucking need cock!” I pleaded and the men below me jerked harder. Seeing them coming up the steps, “Fucking breed me!” I kept on, until I heard a voice roar above the crowd. “YOU TOUCH MY PROPERTY AND YOU WILL BE ADDED TO THE CATALOG TONIGHT!” It was cunt’s Daddy! I was now his! Hearing the anger in his voice, the men turned, scurried through the crowd and out the door as cunt and puppy rushed to join him and boy. Max then led them up the stairs, onto the platform and quickly released me from my restraints. Steadying myself, I stood before the man who now owned me as he looked directly into my eyes. Quickly, my gaze fell as puppy placed a leash chain in his hand. “You are whore... I am your Daddy. They are puppy, your alpha... boy is your beta... and cunt, well he is omega... you, whore will be psi... one step above cunt.” he said, clipping the leash to my septum ring. “FUCK YES DADDY!” I grunted, as a torrent of cum spewed out of my caged cock onto the floor. I couldn’t believe it... I had cum... Quickly, cunt fell to the floor, crawled to the puddle of cum underneath me and hungrily lapped it all into his mouth. He kneeled there with his mouth open, showing me the cum I had just released. I instinctively fell to his level and our tongues clashed while we shared the load and swallowed. Placing his finger to my lips, cunt wiped the remains of the saliva-cum mixture and fed it to me as Daddy placed a leash on cunt. “I am your omega, but we serve them,” he motioned to Daddy, my alpha and my beta. “It’s time.” I looked up to Max and Colin watching me closely. “Thank you,” I mouthed to them as cunt and I were led through the showroom and out into the loading dock where an SUV was parked. I could hear the music and muffled voices wafting from the Pride festival. A beep pierced the air and the rear hatch opened revealing a large cage. Puppy quickly stepped forward, unleashed me and opened the cage door. I stopped and looked at cunt... not really understanding what was happening. Grabbing my hand, he led me forward... “C’mon whore.” After helping me into the cage, he crawled in next to me and I sighed at the feeling of his sweaty smooth muscled body against mine. Locking the cage, puppy snarled, “no fucking funny business” and shut the hatch. The ride was uneventful... no one spoke. Before long, I lost track of where we were until the vehicle stopped and I heard the sound of a garage door close. Hearing the doors of SUV open, I tried to stretch myself a bit to prevent cramping. “Not yet whore,” cunt reprimanded me. Leaving us in our cages, Daddy... my alpha... and my beta exited the garage and the lights went out. Before I could speak, cunt interrupted me... “Quiet, whore... puppy and boy are working on the final preparations.” and I lay down to wait in complete darkness. A while later, a loud bang on the hatch startled me and it rose as the distinctive smell of piss, sweat and oil entered my nostrils. “Time to work, whore” puppy laughed opening the cage. I crawled to the hard concrete floor and looked around. This was no ordinary garage. In the sloped corner stood a cage containing a black rubber encased twin size mattress with a drainage hole along the corner. “Whore!” puppy snarled and I crawled to puppy. Clipping the leash to my septum ring, he led me out of the garage and into what appeared to be a normal house. We continued down a hallway until came to a nondescript door. “In there,” cunt spoke reverently, “your limits will be stretched... but you will always be safe,” and puppy led me in. Crawling in, I realized it was a dungeon the moment the scent of sex hit me... leather, rubber, sweat, piss and cum permeated the air. A red tinged light shown throughout the matte black walls and ceiling while black vinyl covered the floor. Off to one corner, there was a black tile open shower unit with two shower heads with attached shower shots. Opposite that, a leather sling hung from the ceiling beams. Off to the side, there were shelves lined with play toys reminding me of Max’s shop. Then there was the bed... a large black metal four poster bed covered in black rubber sheets. Then I noticed the flickering lights and I saw the large flat-screen tv mounted on the wall visible from every angle of the dungeon showing men in all kinds of gear sucking, fucking and fisting. “Whore,” I heard Daddy calling and I turned toward his voice. “Fuck yes!” I gasped, seeing him standing before me like a god. He stood with his legs spread apart and arms crossed... his piercing blue eyes taking me in. His pierced tit rings shone against his muscled pecs framed in a tight leather Master’s harness. But it was his leather jockstrap bursting at the seams from his cock and balls that made me sharply inhale. Approaching me, he began to examine me. “Excellent muscle tone... no need for additional electrolysis...” Daddy mumbled tracing the flowing tribal tats flowing over my back and down to my plugged cunt... ”Max out did himself this time.” Reaching in a leather satchel next to him, he grabbed a kelly-green piped leather collar with a silver dog tag and presented it to me. Reading the engraving, I moaned. “whore” it read and he quickly locked it snugly around my neck. Next, he presented me with a bulldog harness with a matching piped trim. “Fuck yes, Daddy” I groaned, raising my arms and feeling the tight leather envelop my pecs as he secured my new harness. Stepping back, he released his jockstrap and revealed his huge pierced cock which rose to full hardness. “Service your Daddy, whore... prove to me you are worth what I spent.” Without hesitating, I crawled forward, raised my chin and opened my mouth to take Daddy’s cock for the first time... I knew what was expected of me. Instinctively, I relaxed my throat. Slowly, inch by inch, the thick shaft eased its way over my tongue and down my throat until my lips rested against the thick metal cock ring surrounding his massive cock and balls. Feeling the warm metal against my lips, I looked up into Daddy’s eyes to reveal the pleasure I derived from servicing a man’s cock. Grabbing my ears, Daddy grunted, “Well done, whore... you’ve been trained well.” and began to face-fuck me. Watching me closely, Daddy’s thrusts increased and I began to milk his cock. “Not yet!” Daddy yelled, quickly pulling out of my mouth. Before I could move to take my Daddy’s cock in again, he grabbed it angrily and slapped it against my lips... my cheeks... against my face as the wet slapping noise filled the room causing the other three to moan loudly. "Feed me, please!" I begged. “Cock!” Laughing, Daddy thrust his hips forward and shoved the full length of his cock back into my mouth and down my throat. I steadied myself for the oncoming thrusts but they never came. With Daddy’s cock lodged down my throat, I constricted my throat and held it as I steadfastly looked up to Daddy. “Let’s see what that cunt can do,” finally he said to know one in particular and I felt hands grab me and carry me to the sling.

I think I was used by straight guys.... and I loved it. Last night, I was messaging with a top on Sniffies, it was an anon profile and kinda slow with replies so I didn't think anything would come of it. After it got a little later, the guy said he wanted to fuck now but I had to come to him. He was an on duty firefighter and he wanted to fuck me in a storage area at his firehouse. He told me to park a bit away and walk over. While I'm on my way, he asks if another guy can fuck me too, I say yes. I walk over, was about to give up because no response to text, then door cracks open. I go in and there's one guy, late 30s, fit, average looks, average cock, six inch cut, who I assume is the guy I was talking to. I go to suck his cock and he pushes me away. He tells me to pull down my pants, bend over a desk that's shoved in the corner and not to talk. He pulls out his cock and starts jerking to get hard. Not working so he pulls out his phone and I can hear straight porn at a very low volume. He gets hard and starts fucking me with spit only, still watching the porn on his phone. After about five minutes I hear the door open and close. Another guy comes in, older guy, mid 40s, and I hear him say "let me go first I have to go back in". He also says "Don't let him go, Al needs him too". The guy who was fucking me pulls out and the older guy moves into place. He starts slapping his dick on my ass to get hard and I can feel that his dick is a lot bigger. I take a hit of poppers and he didn't seem too happy about that... Told me no more and to make sure I took them with me. He pushed in and started pumping my ass with full long strokes. He did this for about two minutes and then shot his load with little more than a grunt. He pulled out, said see you inside to the other guy and left. The first guy, still watching the porn on his phone, slide back in. He seems to be trying but struggling to cum. After about ten minutes he finally shoots his load in me. He pulls out, pulls his pants up and tells me to stay where I am. Another guy is gonna fuck me but he doesn't like to do it with anyone else there. He leaves. About 10 minutes later this super hot latino guys comes into the room. I don't think he was straight, not sure if he was out. He was whispering dirty talk about the cum in my ass, and started eating my hole. I asked to suck his cock and he said yes. Really nice uncut cock, about 8 inches. I sucked him for a bit then he told me to turn over. I took another hit of poppers and this guy asked if he could have some. He started fucking me and it was pretty clear he was enjoying my ass a lot. He fucked for about 15 minutes, with intermittent breaks to lick up the cum he was fucking out of my ass. He cam hard, covering his face with his shirt to muzzle the noise. We got dressed, he told me to wait five minutes and then go out through the door I cam in. I said, I hope to come back again and he said, "I doubt it. They never use the same guy twice" This is defiantly one of the hottest fucks that I've had in a long time!

At home- spray and pray is how I do it Urinals- usually controlled shots from a distance Changing rooms- always cumming on the mirrors!

The best! I had a guy do this to me who kept shuddering for a few minutes. I thought I was going to have to call 911 and explain a sweaty dead guy with a smile in my bed. I ended up having to ask if he was ok. He was! 😀

Chapter 13- Two Proposals The next week was incredibly hard for Brian. The world was still spinning around him, and he could barely keep up with it through the whirlwind of emotions. Depression about losing Jake, concern about his status, dread about the future. He’d have to tell his parents. He’d have to deal with losing his planned roommate. And on top of that, he still had to go to school. Whenever the two boys ran into each other in the hallways or in class, they quickly averted their gaze. Brian wanted to watch Jake’s face for any sign of forgiveness or spark of hope, but he also didn’t want to hurt him any more. So, he tried to block him out as much as possible. One day, after the final bell had rung, Brian made his way out to a courtyard outside the school. He was going to meet his friend Rachel there to exchange some notes on stuff he had missed when he was out. As he waited there for her, he noticed several other senior guys waiting around awkwardly, holding what appeared to be rolled up signs, like the ones you’d see at a football game. Two of his classmates entered the courtyard, Jose and Meghan, and then it all started. An elaborate prom date proposal. One after another, Jose’s friends unfurled their signs. “Will”.“You”. “Go”… you get it. Finally, Jose unfurled his, which of course said “me”, and Meghan jumped for joy and gave him a big kiss. What a cute high school moment. But seeing that, Brian snapped. He got up and rushed out of the courtyard, trying not to cause a scene, though nobody was paying attention to him as he hurriedly walked out, face red like he was about to cry. Nobody but Jake. Brian speed walked out to his Jeep, threw his backpack in the back seat, and began balling. He had wanted to ask Jake to prom. And now, he didn’t know what he would do. His parents would never let him hear the end of it if he didn’t go. Should he find some girl to ask? Should he go stag? He didn’t think he could bear the thought of it. He closed his eyes and stayed in the driver’s seat, trying to pull himself together so he could drive home, but he needed some time to do that. The Jeep was parked in the far back corner of the school parking lot, which had mostly emptied out by now. Brian had been sitting there for a while, his mind swirling. He was startled when his passenger door was flung open. As he caught his breath, he saw Jake hopping up into the front seat. Brian wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist and tried to get himself together. He was completely shocked to see Jake. In his mind, he was sure he about to get yelled at, since Jake hadn’t had the chance to unleash his anger when he was first told what happened. That had been at least a week ago by now. As Jake closed the door behind him, he didn’t start talking, so Brian let out a very shy and confused sounding “Hi?” Jake didn’t respond right away; he just looked Brian in the eyes. Brian expected to see anger or hatred being directed towards him, so he was surprised when the look on Jake’s face could only really be described as… longing. He was even more surprised when Jake reached over, put his hand on the back of Brian’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss. *** That kiss felt like it lasted longer than any Brian had ever had; even his first. When it finally broke, Brian sat back, and through his still-teary eyes, he looked to Jake to explain. “I love you too” Jake exclaimed, his voice quivering as if tears might start flowing in the passenger seat as well. Brian’s heart fluttered for a second, but then his head sunk down and he stared at his knees. “No, Jake. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you, and I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake took Brian’s hand in his, and slowly repeated “I. Love. You.” “I was mad at you the other night, but ever since, all I could think about was how I didn’t want this to end” Jake continued. “Even with everything you told me. Not once did I want to break up. I thought I should, because, well…” “I cheated on you and, uh, am poz?” Brian interjected. “Yeah, but I never wanted to. It’s probably really stupid of me to fall this fast and hard for the first boy I’ve ever been with, especially at 18… but I don’t care. This feels right. You feel right.” Brian gulped in, gasping for air as Jake made him feel breathless, but his gut reaction was taking over. He wanted to protect Jake from himself. “You shouldn’t do this Jake. You deserve better than me. Like, how can you trust me now, and… I could get you infected too!” “Do you trust me?” “Of course.” “Then trust me.” Jake pulled Brian in again, but before he kissed him, he touched his hands to Brian’s soft cheeks and wiped away the tears. Then, the two boys locked lips and made out in the front seat for a couple minutes before Jake said “Oh, and will you go to prom with me?” Brian reached over and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. He hugged him tight, not wanting to let go. He whispered into Jake’s ear “If you’re sure, then of course. We can come out together.” “That was what I was thinking too.” The two sat together in silence, enjoying each other’s company, for a few minutes. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Jake said, “but I really wish we could mess around right now. You are so fucking sexy to me right now.” Brian laughed. “You’re fucked up” he said playfully. “Yep” “Well, if you want, I could still get you off pretty safely.” Jake’s face lit up. “Fuck yeah.” Brian adjusted in the drivers seat so he could bring his face close to Jake’s cock, which he then rescued from his shorts as it quickly began to harden. He took it his mouth, and swirled his tongue around the tip as Jake exclaimed in pleasure and flung his head back into the headrest. He wasn’t the world’s most experienced cocksucker, but Brian went to work pleasuring his boyfriend. He wasn’t sure he’d have been horny in a moment like this if he were Jake, but he certainly wasn’t going to argue with him. Jake ran his fingers through Brian’s hair as his head bobbed up and down on his teenage dick. A few other students were still filing out of the school, so Jake tried to look as normal as he could, sitting in the passenger seat of Brian’s car, seemingly without Brian there. Luckily they were so far in the back, nobody would walk by, so he just avoided eye contact and hoped nobody would notice. But he didn’t really care if they did. Not long after Brian’s warm mouth first closed around Jake’s cock, he warned him softly “I’m going to cum.” They hadn’t gotten to this part together yet, but Brian didn’t let up. In fact, he quickened his pace and began working Jake’s cock with his hand as well as his mouth. “Oh fuckkkk!” Jake cried out as he bucked his hips up and erupted in to Brian’s mouth. He tried taking as much cum as he could, but couldn’t take it all. As he let Jake’s cock out of his mouth, another rope of cum spurt out all over Brian’s face. Brian swallowed the rest of the cum he had taken from Jake, and said with a cum-covered smile “I guess this means we’re back together. “ Jake pulled him in for another kiss, licking up some of his own cum from Brian’s chin before locking lips. “Yes it does. I love you man, and I can’t wait for the world to see us together at prom.” “Me too Jake, I love you too.”

Thanks for all the kind comments! Part 4 "I'm so glad you want that son. I do too. Do you like what you see on the screen?" I turned back to the movie and the dad and son were still making out with the dad on top of the son. But the dad was fucking the son! When the dad pulled away from their kiss I heard him say, "You like the feel of your dad's raw cock inside you?" The son was moaning and getting louder with each thrust. Dad was cupping my balls and stroked by cock his mouth back to my ear. "We don't have to do that right now or even tonight but I know you want to feel your dad's thick raw cock inside you don't you?" I moaned softly excited and scared all at once. I had never even thought about getting fucked raw. Bareback was always fantasy to me. It was too risky to do for real. But the door to the secret room in my mind was wide open now and in that moment condoms seemed like the worst possible idea. I turned to look at him again and this time I was dead serious. "No dad. I want that tonight. I want that now. Please dad. Fuck your son." As soon as I heard myself say it I pulled back away from the center of the bed and dad's arm around me. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry I don't know what I'm saying. I...I ....I'm not like that." Dad reached for my arm and held it pulling me back to him. "Hey hey it's ok its ok. You're fine. I want to know your deepest desires. I'm here to make them all come true. You're not scaring me. I like that you can trust me with those thoughts." I was leaning against him again and heard the click of the torch. "Here let's do another couple hits. I think we could probably use something to help us relax." He put the pipe up to my mouth and I took another big hit. Back and forth we went until that urge returned. I grabbed my semi hard cock and I stared at dad's thick cock. Without saying anything I leaned down and licked the tip my tongue moving along his slit. I tasted the sweetness of his pre cum. "Oh fuck son." I felt dad's hand against the back of my head as he put the slightest bit of pressure so that I would take more of his cock. I wrapped my lips around the head and got the loudest moan of the night as dad's reaction. It was just the head but my mouth already felt so full. I tried to go deeper on his cock but my mouth just couldn't handle it. "God you're so huge dad. I can't fit you in my mouth." I was looking up into his eyes with his cock on my tongue. "That is such a gorgeous site. Why don't you just lick up and down the shaft. I don't want to cum this way anyway." He gave me what looked like a conniving smirk. I knew what he meant and I felt my cock pulse. I started licking up and down his cock trying to taste every part of it. It was hairy but it looked like he probably trimmed so it wouldnt get out of control and so nothing hid how big it was. "Come back up here." I felt like I wasn't doing a good job. I didn't really know what I was doing so this was probably not the best blow job he had ever gotten before. He pulled me into another kiss and laid me on my back his hands moving up and down my chest and abs. Then he kissed his way down my neck down my chest and down my abs and then he put my cock into his mouth. "Fuck oh my god" I screamed. His mouth felt amazing. He was able to get all of it in his mouth which was probably easier because I was still only half hard. After a couple minutes he pulled up from it and used his hand to stroke me while he licked my balls. He looked up at me as the tip of his tongue teased each ball and made me jump from the sensation. "I love how smooth you are son. Does everyone on the swim team shave their cock and balls too?" I was feeling a little embarrassed. I never talked to anyone about this. I just liked the way it looked in porn so I figured I would try it too. "Nah not really. I just wanted to see how it looked and felt." He kept teasing my balls but with each touch he moved further down. "Well they look amazing. How do they feel?" I could see that he was smiling as he gave me a small spasm each time his tongue hit my balls. "It feels amaaaaaazing." "If you think that feels amazing you're gonna love this." He surprised me and pushed my legs up and pulled my cheeks apart. He kissed each ass cheek and then all of a sudden i felt that tip of his tongue again brush against my hole. I lifted my head up with a gasp. This time he used more of his tongue to lick around and on my hole. "Wha- what are you doing? Oh my god." He pulled his head up. "You haven't seen this in porn? Rimming?" I shook my head. "Oh are you one of those guys who turns on a video and fast forwards to the fucking?" He got me. I started laughing and as my head fell back against the pillow his tongue pushed into my hole for the first time. My laugh became a long moan. "Dad oh fuck that feels amazing." For the next few minutes it felt like he was trying to use his tongue to get deeper and deeper into me. I was in ecstasy. I never even knew this was something that existed and it was the best thing I had ever felt before. I reached for my cock and felt that it was getting more than semi-hard. He raised himself up and lowered my legs back to the bed. He came back up to a sitting position and grabbed the pipe and torch again. "How about a couple more hits?" I didn't say anything. I just pulled myself up to sit up again with him. He put the pipe up to my mouth first again. I took a long hit and as I let it out he put the pipe back to my mouth. "Don't you wanna take your turn before I take my second?" He smiled and just said "You are so sweet Jake. It's ok. There's plenty for both of us. Go ahead take another hit." He made me take a few more hits in a row. All big clouds. It felt amazing and for the first time I felt the tingling at my hole. I needed him to take my virginity. Now. As if he could sense what I was thinking he put his mouth back up to my ear and whispered, "I think it's time dad takes his son's cherry." I shuddered and nodded. On the screen the dad was screaming "Take your dad's load son! I'm breeding you with the cum that made you son!" All my brain was saying to me now was I want to feel that too. I was ready.

Part 3 I had only kissed one other person like this before and I was drunk at the time so it was mostly a blur. But the T made me more aware of the feeling of Mr. Kelly....dad....kissing me and wrapping both of his arms around me his hairy chest pressed against me. Our making out was so heated like we were trying to devour each other. I just took his lead and tried to do what he was doing and it was so hot. He broke the kiss but didn't pull away more than a couple inches. He looked into my eyes. "I want to show you everything you want and more. But we will take this at your pace. I promise. Just tell me if I am pushing you too far and we will stop. Is that ok son?" He said the magic word. When he called me son I felt myself melt into him. It made me want him, dad, even more. "Yes dad" was all I could say. I was so horny and my cock was aching to be touched. I reached down to my crotch and noticed that I wasn't hard at all. I didn't understand it but I figured by the time my pants came off it would be hard again. "Why don't we go into the bedroom? I have a TV in there too." He got up off the couch and took my hand and lifted me off it. He grabbed the pipe and the torch and led me into his bedroom. Against one wall was a king size bed. I had never seen one so big before. It was bigger than my parents bed. On the opposite wall was another TV mounted to the wall. "Go ahead and sit up on the bed. I think there's a movie I have that youre gonna like." He was at a small desk with his laptop on it. I sat up in the bed on one side against the headboard to get a good TV watching position. In a minute the TV was on and a video started. Two guys sitting on a couch fully clothed and staring into the camera. It was obvious right off the bat that these two were related. The older guy looked around my dad and Mr. Kelly's age and the younger guy looked around my age and he looked like he would be what the older guy looked like 20 years before. Mr. Kelly...dad...it was hard to get out of the habit of thinking of him as my teacher...before he came to the bed he went into his closet and pulled out a small cloth bag. He got onto the bed and told me to get closer to him. "We'll make use of every inch of this bed eventually, but let's sit close now." I pulled myself over more to the center of the bed so that our arms were touching. "What do you say you take off the shirt son?" I did as he asked and soon dad and son were both topless. He rubbed my chest and brought his hand down to my stomach and crotch. That first feeling of another man's hands on my body was like electricity. I was shivering. The dad and son on the screen were starting to rub each other's legs. Dad pulled out of his cloth bag another small bag of what looked like chunks of crystals. "I'm going to reload the pipe so we can smoke a little more. You liked it right? Do you want to do more son?" That word again. "Yeah dad. I like it a lot. It's weird I got so horny after those hits but I'm not hard at all." "That happens to some people son. I wouldn't worry about it. As long as you're feeling good that's all that matters." He dropped some of the crystal pieces into the bulb and I heard the now familiar sound of the click of the torch. He took the first hit and then began to pass the pipe back and forth between the two of us. Each time he would hold the pipe to my mouth telling me to suck in as long as it was there and then he would tell me to hold it in until he did his next hit. The tingling continued and spread throughout my body but I also felt something else happening. It's hard to explain. It felt like something in my mind was being opened. Like the hits were the key that would release what was inside. And I was feeling that what was inside was all the dirty thoughts I had that I didn't want to tell anyone and that I didn't want to tell myself. "How are you feeling son?" dad asked. "Oh dad" was all I could say in response. My head was being flooded with thoughts I always thought were so dirty about gay sex and gay incest. I think he could tell that I was changing. He smiled and chuckled again. "Feeling good huh? How would you feel if I suggested we get naked?" I didn't wait to respond. I just stripped of my clothes. I wanted to be naked with this man. With my dad. And I wanted to feel our bodies pressed together. I swept the rest of my clothes off the bed and onto the floor and turned back to him. He was naked too and I think I gasped at the sight of him. I was with a hot man who looked better naked then clothed. And what I could not miss was the biggest cock I had ever seen. From stealing glances in the locker room, most of us were pretty much the same size. But dad was long and thicker than anything I could compare it to. Nothing came to mind. He noticed me staring. "Are you ok son?" "You're so huge dad." He smiled again. "Yes. I am pretty big compared to most guys. Do you like that it's big?" I didn't know how to respond. "I think so...but I just never thought they got that thick before." He grabbed his hard cock. "It is very thick. Probably not too much bigger than average lengthwise." I could see that his fingers did not touch when he wrapped his hand around his cock. "Come back over here and sit with me. We can watch more of the movie." I climbed back into the center of the bed and he put his arm back around me and pulled me close. He had the pipe in the hand that was around me and he lit it again so that I could take another big hit. We both took two or three more. By that point I had lost count. I was just flying and thinking the thoughts that I had kept inside for so long. Dad told me to keep my eye on the screen and to keep stroking. I didn't even realize I was stroking my soft cock. Even though I couldn't get hard, it felt good to touch it. The dad and son on screen were fully naked and the dad was on top of the son as they made out. "I love making out with you son." The dad confirmed that he was with his son. The only difference was they were definitely the real thing. It was making me hornier every time they started talking dirty like that. Dad put his mouth up to my ear. "You like when they talk like that to each other son?" I shivered again and just nodded. "We're going to have so much fun together son." My mind was swimming. Somehow all the things I was raised thinking were wrong were the things I wanted to do most in the moment. "Why don't you grab my cock son." Without taking my eyes off the screen, I reached over and put my hand around dad's cock. It was hot and throbbing and felt even thicker in my hand. His mouth was still at my ear. "Yes son. That feels good. I want you so bad. And so does this cock. Stroke it for me son." I began stroking his cock up and down. It was harder than I think I ever felt with my cock. Like a weapon. The son was sucking on his dad's cock. In the same way that they looked alike everywhere else on their bodies they had similar cocks. The dad was moaning and at one point said "Look at me while you suck that cock that made you son." That's when I felt dad touch my cock for the first time. I started shaking immediately. It was so unexpected and felt amazing. Another person's hand on my cock. It was still soft but I could feel it getting a little thicker in dad's hand. "You like that son?" I was gasping and nodding. "Yeah dad. That's amazing." "Should we try to do a little more? You decide. It's up to you son." I nodded. "Son. Look me in the eye and tell me." He pulled away from my ear and I turned to look at him. He was no longer smiling. He looked dead serious. "Yes dad. I wanna do more dad. Please."

I climbed off John, threw on some basketball shorts and slowly walked to the door. The knocking varied, but suggested a diligence and dedication that could only mean one thing. I opened the door and there stood the boyfriend. He stood at 5' 7", 170 to 180 pounds, well fed, and he'd grown a good beard since I had last seen him. He looked like a hot cub and I noticed his eyes quickly checked me out, up and down. No words were spoken as I let him in, and equally wordlessly I led him to the basement where we found John, his boyfriend of six years laying naked on the king sized mattress, covered in cum and hickeys, his asshole winking and muscles twitching from the stress of the onslaught of fuck session through which he had just gone. The boyfriend walked slowly over to John, placed his hand on his knee, body and face. John's eyes fluttered, and uttered a sound which was almost like a name and then sighed back to sleep. The boyfriend smiled meekly and kissed John on the forehead, murmuring almost sweetly "You fucking slut" as he caressed John's face. Then he leaned down and pulled an eight inch blade from his side of his shoe. I wondered briefly what he did for a living that made him have to carry a knife on his person, but I simply crossed my arms and remarked "He loved every second of it." "I have no doubt he did." The boyfriend said matter of factly "There's always been a little slut buried inside him. You don't love someone for six years and not know the cravings inside." I couldn't help but smile. Did he actually accept this part of his boyfriends identity? With that I cautiously remarked "One cock will never be enough for him." "You'd think I should buy him a new dildo each Christmas and birthday, in addition to his regular gift. I know my boyfriend. I know what he craves and I know what he's like" pausing to wipe the tears off John's face, and then adding "And I also know when he's done." "Deciding to test the boyfriend, I asked "What makes you think I'll let you walk out of here with him?" Now it was his turn to smile. "Because you and I aren't that different, Mark." I couldn't help it, my eyes widened slightly. If not for the dark, he would have known that he'd taken me off guard. "We both get bored after we're done and kick the boy out when we're satisfied, and given the fact that you took the time to answer the door, I'd say you were done. After all you really called me over here to pick him up since he obviously won't be walking." With that the boyfriend took off his shirt revealing a large well defined and slightly hairy chest and a surprisingly flat stomach. He covered John with the shirt and pulled some gym briefs from his pocket and lifted John up in both arms. I couldn't help but get the feeling he was showing off as he carried his now-destroyed boy up the staircase. I watched him stuff his boyfriend in his car, kiss him lightly on the cheek before getting in and driving off. I also couldn't help get the feeling John was still going to get fucked to his boyfriend's satisfaction when he got home. I smiled to myself, thinking of his boyfriend who would probably gently clean him off before throwing his body back onto a bed and fucking John's brains out, as he probably had planned to do all along that night. I thought the boyfriend to be cold and uncaring, while at the same time remarkably passionate. I began to get hard at the very thought of the scene that would be unfolding at John's place, but his boyfriend had been right. For now at least, I was done with John. I flipped on Grinder, and began the hunt, but I was distracted as I thought of John's fine body and ass, and how little my next conquest would compare too it, but finally a profile caught my eye: Tony was on-line. Tony, the slim athletic boy who had fucked John in my first encounter. A plan began to unfold in my mind and I knew tonight would not be wasted, so I initiated this conversation: yo hey whats up he replied you remember me yeah... john's coming back tonight he wants more really? yeah, I told him It would just be u and me fucking him. and he seemed really excited fuck ur kidding me I'm boned nah come on over we'll fuck himtogether Tony showed up almost instantly. As he walked in, he stripped off his shirt and walked straight into the living room, and promptly froze with his hand on his pant button when he saw the empty room. "He's not here yet," I explained, adding "he's trying to sneak away from his boy." "They're still together?" asked Tony in a somewhat shocked voice. "Yeah, I guess so" as I smiled and handed Tony a drink into which I had thrown an Ambien. Within ten minutes Tony was yawning, "You want some Redbull bro?" I asked. "You're looking sleepy." "Yeah, totally man." I passed him a Redbull into which I had loaded with G. He chugged it, no doubt wanting to be ready for John, who's boyfriend was probably balls-deep in fucking him. Tony was slim fit with nice abs n a good round booty. John had maybe ten pounds more muscle, but Tony was taller, and his face was easier on the eyes. I began to rub Tony's shoulders lightly, testing how awake he was. Tony was clearly fighting to stay awake, but his muscles were becoming limp. "Let's get this party started." "Wha--" Tony began, but I had my tongue in his mouth and began to pull down the slim top's jeans. He moaned against my tongue as the confusion of Ambien, Redbull and G impaired his judgement. Soon enough he fell to the floor. "I'm a t-tt-top" he moaned as I sucked on his neck and my hands started to spread and squeeze his ass cheeks. "No you're not" and I began to work my well lubed finger into his hole. It was super tight and small. I held his 28 inch waist and pressed my spiked lube into his hole. He moaned and shook and then began to back his ass up onto my hand as the lube took its toll. Two fingers, then three began to vigorously open-up his hole. Finally, when I gauged he was ready, I began to push my dick in. He resisted to some degree, but his body was craving it, so I pushed my cock head into his ass steadily, thinking I was ploughing a hole that was practically virginal. Finally he arched his back and accepted my assault until my balls were resting on his hole. I began to move inside of him, and not surprisingly he shook, groaned, and yelled, grabbing my arms then letting them drop above his head, again and again. I could feel his ass open for me, so I picked-up speed and fucked him vigorously. His eyes were open and glazed and his mouth open, yet silent, as I unloaded my final load of the day into him. I pulled out, tossed his clothing at him , then pushed him out the door. I watched him stumble in the direction of the bus stop, all the while still trying to slip into his clothing - and yet avoid falling on the pavement. I stood in the window for a long time thinking: for the first time in as long as I could recall, I felt oddly unsatisfied from sex. I wanted the open Filipino hole I'd been fucking so vigorously. I wanted to rape and whore out the hot, masculine, tiny bottom slut with a hot cub boyfriend. The boy was in my head, and I would have him again. Soon. More to cum

I've been fascinated with fisting for over 20 years. There is something mystical about a cunt accommodating a fist/arm. The very first fisting film I saw was in an adult bookstore. it was called "erotic hands." This guy took it past the elbow. When I saw the outline of the hand in the guys abdomen, I was hooked. The 2nd film that intrigued me was called "Everything But The Kitchen Sink." This bottom took EVERYTHING that his master gave him. The best part was when the Master used BEN-GAY as lube! I've played with dildoes for a long time and even though they were fun, I longed for MORE. My ex was a member of the M.A.F.I.A (Mid America Fists In Action/Chicago). We had been together for a couple of months when I told him that I had this fantasy to be fisted. Since he was a top, he patiently guided me to HEAVEN. The first time, his fist went in, I couldn't comprehend what my cunt did. The inclination is to PUSH, but you can't, cause you have no control over it. He fisted me for about 15 minutes the first time. Once he took his fist out, I went into SHOCK. My body couldn't comprehend what had happened. Once I calmed down and processed what had happened, I wanted it more and more. I was able to take mid-forearm BUT wanted to get to elbow and experience an "ass-gasm." I have not had the pleasure yet. I would encourage newbies to take it slowwwwww. You don't want to hurt yourself permanently. I've heard of horror stories where the bottom had to go to the ER and ended up with a permanent colostomy bag. Play but play with caution and knowledge.