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my wife had just left the table when he leaned in and said, "no offense, but i get the feeling that you're a faggot." i stammered some kind of not very convincing of course nots and before i could finish he cut me off. "of course id love to fuck you in the ass." i blushed but i knew the bar was too dark for it to matter. "thanks but no thanks" i said regretfully. i got up to get another round. **** we'd met wil because the bar was packed and we were looking hopelessly for a table. we were about to give up and go somewhere else when wil waved us over and charmingly invited us to join him. my wife courtney and i had been married for 11 years and we hadnt been out since the pandemic. we decided to hit up a divey place a few blocks from our apartment that had been a favorite before and, as i said, found the place packed. courtney always loved the gay guys and wil was no different. i used to worry that they were just humoring her. and then i decided that even if they sometimes were there was no point to my being worried about it. **** i got back to our table with 2 vodka gimlets and a glass of rose. courtney grabbed my phone and excitedly said "im putting wil's number in your phone because he's interested in settlers of catan and i know you know everything about it." she probably didnt need this 4th glass. wil winked at me and chuckled. **** back at home, court was a mess. we got her in her nightgown and she was working on a big glass of water. my phone buzzed with a message. i didnt look at it. i undressed and got into bed with her. she was chubby these days but i enjoyed the curves. i got hard and pressed my cock against har ass. she reached back and grabbed my cock approvingly. my phone buzzed again. what's that she asked still half passed out. "i dunno. let me see." "jeez. its wil. he says he and his roommates want to play catan tonight and i should come." "oh you should go" she said turning to me "im really tired an you should make more friends. hes just a few blocks away." "yeah" she blinked. "go over. you dont have anything to do tomorrow. itd be great to have wil as a friend." i was pretty sure wil had something else in mind. i wanted it. "yeah ok. if youre cool with it." **** "im here." i texted. "come on up." i knocked on the door, it was like 1245am. a stranger opened. "oh is wil here?" he didnt reply but wil came up behind him. "he come on in. this way." i followed him through the living room where a few people were hanging out. i felt super awkward and just gave a little wave as i followed wil back to his bedroom. "dont worry about them. theyre not worried about you." he opened his jeans, pulled out his stiffening cock and sat on his double bed. a purple mattress i think. for the first time in my life i sucked on a cock. i got my rock hard cock out and started stroking too. "lets fuck." he got naked and i did too. i climbed on the bed and he opened the top drawer on his nightstand. i saw lube and condoms and little bottles and handcuffs and... "flip over" i did. he squirted lube on my asshole. he pressed it in with a finger. i pulled away. "relax. it'll be fine." he put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i took a sniff. WOW. i found myself a moment later with a penis fucking me. it was everything id ever hoped for. fuck me it was amazing. it didnt take long for him to cum. he grabbed my ass and slid all the way in and out of me. he pushed all the way in when he started squirting. jesus. i guess i was a faggot. *** i watched him walk away and then felt around for a wrapper. "did you wear a condom?"

Chapter 5 Me: "Don't ... cum ..." Ginger bear: " To ... fu ...ckin ... late ... I'm fillin your ass now .... you're full of toxic cum now for sure ! Me: "What the fuck man! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Him: "You didn't ask. Besides you took all those loads earlier, no questions asked. " Me: "Shit! I gotta get out of here." I ran down the stairs, pulled on my clothes, pulled my bike from his truck and desperately road toward home and my old life. Halfway home I stopped and sat on a park bench to see if I could clear my frantic brain. Just yesterday I had been so innocent and a virgin. I hadn't even watched porn let alone considered allowing a freshly pozed guy stick his raw cock in my ass. Of course I had already bred him. Then in the sensual intoxication of the ginger bear I had let five guys breed me. Without a question let them slip their raw cocks into me and dump their loads. Where had my common sense gone?Then to go home with the bear and proceed to let him tear my inexperienced ass apart and announce to late he was dumping an undetectable poz load. 'Holy fuckin shit! I'm sitting here within one day with six loads in my guts and at least one of them could be pozing me right this very moment. I've never been so fuckin frightened in my entire life, yet there is no denying I'm boned up and hornier than hell. Fuck it!' I hoped on my bike and rode back to the woods. There were far fewer cars and hardly any guys left on the trails; but, there were enough that I kept playing and taking loads until the sun was starting to come up. Riding home I promised myself I would find the closest sexual health clinic and figure out what could be done at this stage. My plan was thwarted by my distraught parents who grounded me for the fright I had given them by staying out all night without letting them know I was okay. They also gave me a list of chores long enough to choke a giraffe. Three days later I had still not been able to get to a clinic and I was hornier than a breeding bull moose. Remembering some of the porn I'd continued to watch I decided to check out an Adult book store. The clerk behind the counter checked my I.D. and gave me a quick verbal tour of the store. He was sure to let me know about the door leading to the porn booths and sold me the requisite number of tokens. I made a pretense of looking at books and magazines but essentially beelined to the inviting door.

The first guy to arrive was a short guy with a small cock but a biohazard tattoo. The twink passed me the poppers and invited the guy to use me in the sling. The guy said “wow I never get to ride guys like this at the sauna”. I sniffed and he entered me quickly grunting and shotting his load. Next was a chubby bear who was more my usual type. He slid into me as I was now well lubed with cum. As he did so he told me that he had stopped meds two weeks before the party and was ready to breed. I begged him to do so. He didn’t need a second invite picking up the pace and bursting a big load inside me. The twink said; now it’s time for your big treat. At that moment a muscular black alpha swaggered into the room and ordered me to get out the sling, kneel and suck his big cock to get him hard. I wasted no time in obeying. The twink held the poppers under my nose for a bit to make sure the gag reflex didn’t kick in. He then pushed me away and told me to get back in the sling. Once I was in he slowly but firmly entered me – it hurt because of the size but I knew it would be worthwhile. He said “who owns you lad” and I replied “you do sir”. He started to thrust and I moaned “you own me, do whatever you want to me, I belong to you!”. He said “good lad, I’m gonna breed you and impregnate you with my toxic seed”. I moaned and begged for it. He thrust harder and I was totally filled with his cock. I moaned “yes sir, make me yours”. He told me he fucked long and hard to make sure his lads were fully used and loaded. I had never felt so good until I had this dominant alpha using me. I moaned and begged for his poz cum. He smiled and said here comes lad and his cock swelled completely filling my hole and I felt him explode rope after rope of cum inside me. Once he had fully emptied his balls in me he leant over and kissed me in the sling and whispered in my ear I know you’ll be wanting more of me – that twink knows too and has my details. We kissed more and I said to him “thank u for seeding me – I wish I could be owned by you” and he replied “I’ll always be a part of you now, growing inside you, our DNA becoming one”.

Part 17 - September at Greenacres Estate The trip out to Greenacres took 3 hours to drive and it was well worth it, Liam and Artem travelled in the royal car with Alex and they talked non stop until they pulled up to the security gate that swung open allowing the car to pass through. The two mile drive along the tree lined road and bridle way opened out in to a vast expanse of grounds where the Greenacres Palace stood majestically and imposing over the grounds, a modern style country estate building over 3 floors in a U shape. A vast building that held many fond and not so fond memories for Alex, playing hide and seek with Alden in the numerous rooms and enjoying the expansive grounds surrounding the palace. Here the royal family and their personal entourage resided in the east wing and guests in the west wing. It was one of three country estates personally owned by the royal family and their favourite one for summer time retreat. The other two estates were Borrick Lodge standing perched on the mountain region of Valeoir, with only 30 rooms it was definitely tiny compared to Greenacres but was a great spot for winter ski trips. The third country estate sat in the dukedom of Montcalm that Alex was now duke of, Montcalm Manor was just over one hour drive from Balenciaga amongst the rolling hills that eventually gave way to the Valeoir mountains. The manor was one estate that the king and queen had turned in to country estate hotel and spa along with conference facilities. The place was incredibly popular and trumped many of the renowned hotel chains, the proximity to the Valeoir for skiing and local hiking routes helped boost it popularity amongst locals and international travellers. Montcalm Manor was slightly smaller than Greenacres yet despite it being run as an on going business by the royal family it retained a private area for them to visit. Part of the revenue generated was used to help fund the upkeep of all three properties to keep them maintained, Greenacres was also funded by the crown purse and therefore entitled to be called a palace. Liam and Artem were both blown away seeing the palace appear nestled in its natural surroundings. For them it was an opportunity to relax as the royal family took this month away from public duties and enjoy some down time, there was a weekly party or dinner with the royal family and senior household staff. They also had the freedom to use the facilities of the palace grounds including horse riding, swimming in either the pool or the freshwater lake which was where Alex always liked to swim as the water was cool and refreshing. It had been four years since Alex had been here in September, the trips here had always coincided with his return to military school so even he was excited arriving back here. Disappointingly Alden was not with them and he would join in a weeks time, this in turn meant that Jackson was not around scuppering any plan Alex had of getting a little time and rekindle their dwindling sexual exploits. Artem finished unpacking the clothes for his prince and stood out in the long hallway, he was use to roaming around the Balenciaga palace going unchallenged due to his status but this was different. There was a more casualness here where everyone was treated as equal for four weeks, yes there were still some protocols in place like bowing and addressing them correctly when entering a room where a member of the royal family was, after that you could address them without formality and engage in conversation. Artem found his way to the kitchen eventually and grabbed a bottle of water then walked back through the large entrance hall using his little map he found his way to the lounge in the south end of the west wing and stepped out on the large raised terrace that had the most amazing views over the countryside. Admiring the views Artem could hear light padding footsteps approching "Artem" Liam called. He turned and smiled "Liam, all settled in?" he asked watching as he walked towards him. "Just about, still trying to get my bearings" Liam replied laughing. Artem waved his little map "I have a map to help me, still it took me ages to find the kitchen". Liam smiled and joined him at the balcony "Isn't it beautiful here" he remarked. Artem glanced at him "Yeah, I can't wait to explore the grounds tomorrow". "You fancy horse riding tomorrow with me?" Liam asked surprising Artem by his offer. "Me?" Artem asked, "I can't ride" he explained pausing, "Seriously I have never been on a horse". Liam smiled "I am no expert rider Artem but well we should learn to ride whilst here". Artem was still taken back slightly "Sure okay why not" he replied smiling, "Bonding time" he said. Liam laughed "If you want to call it that, I thought we were okay anyway" he said glancing at Artem. "We are" Artem replied, "So what went on in Mauritius?" he asked going serious. Artem noticed that Liam grinned slightly despite not looking at him "Nothing Artem" he replied. Artem smiled "Liam! You two came back like a happily married couple" he said stretching his arms. "Rubbish, we simply got to know each other" Liam replied, "Well when he wasn't chasing Max". Artem leaned on the balcony looking at Liam "I saw the selfie Alex took with him, he looked happy". Liam was pensive for a moment then looked at Artem "He let him go, why I don't know". "Was there something there then?" Artem asked, "Did they you know... bonk?" he asked. "No Artem" Liam replied turning around slightly blushing, "Is he still regretting Max?" he asked. Artem nodded "Yes, he thinks Max was the most genuine sexy guy he has ever met". "Who was?" Alex asked appearing on the terrace, "You two taken up gossiping about me?". "Your highness" Artem and Liam said in unison and bowing their heads. "Suppose you are talking about Max" Alex said holding his hand out for Artem's bottle of water. "Don't drink it all" Artem said handing it to him, "Took me ages to find the kitchen". Alex laughed standing between them on the balcony "Any luck tracking him down?" Liam asked. "No nothing" Alex replied as he looked sad handing the bottle to Artem. Artem shrugged putting his arm over Alex's shoulder "He might not have reacted well, you know". "What is that suppose to mean?" Alex asked glancing at him. "You know what I mean" Artem replied looking at him, "Finding out who you are". Artem glanced at Liam for a moment "Want to see something funny tomorrow?" Artem asked Alex. Alex looked curiously at them both "Artem and I are going to explore on horses" Liam added. Alex grinned "Of course I want to, should keep me entertained for a few hours" he replied. The three of them laughed loudly "Only if I am not intruding" Alex now said having calmed down. "Alex, we are a team the three of us" Liam said making it very clear. He smiled and put his arms around Liam and Artem's shoulders "Thank you both" Alex said. It never got easy for Alex watching Liam knowing what had happened on holiday, it wasn't the sex bit which Alex knew was a mistake and went way too far even though they both enjoyed it. It was the closeness he missed when Liam kept him secure and comfortable at night and it was fast becoming a distant memory. The following day Alex was so happy to be spending the day with Artem and Liam, like a pro Alex mounted his own horse Danbury without any assistance and watched gleefully as Artem struggled to get his feet in the stirrup before Marty one of the stable hands coming rushing over to help. Alex had never really noticed Marty before as the stable manager Gary was usually the one who was present when Alex went horse riding. At 25 Marty had worked at Greenacres for 5 years helping out all over the estate until he finally found a love for horses and was moved to permanently work in the stables. Taller than Alex by a few inches he had a very athletic build, dark hair that was cropped to an almost skinhead look, his blue eyes were a stark contrast against his dark hair and pale skin tone all of which accentuated his facial features. Alex watched him moving around Artem's horse and his beautiful smile that appeared when he looked up at Artem telling him he was all set. Marty glanced towards the prince and strangely his grin made him look like he had come straight out the devils underworld, a very naughty look that was incredibly sexy and sucked Alex in so easy. Quickly Alex had to turn away and check Liam was all set yet he was aware that Marty had walked over to him 'Your stirrup is not correct your highness' Marty said adjust Alex's foot then patting the horse. He stepped back and looked up at Alex making direct eye contact before bowing his head. Liam coughed in an interrupting way, Alex hadn't realised he was staring at Marty and quickly refocused calling out for them to set off. After a rocky start on the horse for Artem who couldn't seem to find his balance they eventually set in to a steady pace riding side by side. Alex took them to some of the most picturesque parts of the estate and then down through a small wooded area to the lake front, here they dismounted with Liam carrying Artem off who spent several minutes giggling unable to get his leg over correctly and then held on to the tree laughing as he couldn't steady his legs. Alex removed his riding boots and socks and stood with his feet in the cool water. The coldness of the water and the view stretching out caused a flash of memories to flood back, striking at his heart Alex turned away from Artem and Liam silently shedding tears at the uncomfortable memory. Bottled up for eight years almost to the day, the person he looked up to and loved dearly was whisked away. At his tender young age Alex was unable to make any sense of it. Quickly wiping his eyes he could see how his anger towards the royal house had lead him down a lonely sad path of wanting out of it all, hating his life, hating who he was for the sake of his father taking up his role as king. Liam stared at the prince he knew something was wrong but Artem held on his arm preventing him going to him, in fact they both looked at each other concerned but allowing Alex a moments privacy. Alex finally turned around and walked back to the waters edge looking up at Forage dell that stretched upwards before him, the same route his father took when he was left at the lakeside on that beautiful September morning. "Everything alright Alex?" Liam asked stepping towards Alex. "This is where my father would bring to swim every day when I was growing up" Alex said fondly. Liam walked down to the waters edge "What happened then, I mean why did it stop" he asked. Alex looked at him "We was swimming when the then governor and lord chamberlain appeared". Alex wiped his eyes "He became King" he replied looking up at the dell, "It all changed that day". Alex walked out of the water "He use to swim here as a child as well, Alden never liked it". It was a reflective moment that Liam could see a deep sadness etched all over Alex and suddenly everything became so totally clear, this was the deep seated root of his unhappiness, his father suddenly changed in an instance and their time together was abruptly taken away. Liam watched Alex carefully step up to the bank of the lake, without even thinking of Artem who was getting the picnic food out Liam held his arms open and Alex gratefully accepted, Liam hugged him hard kissing him on the head. Alex sobbed for several minutes clinging on to Liam who held Alex firmly and stroked his head. Artem stood there watching and his suspicion confirmed that something must have happened on the holiday that brought them this far, he also saw that to be so close like this was lovely to see. "Sorry" Alex said letting go, "It is so depressing revisiting the past". Alex sniffed "This is the first time I have been back to the lake since that day" he admitted. Liam guided Alex up the blanket Artem had laid out "Artem and I are both here for you Alex". After the picnic lunch they toured more of the estate then headed back to the palace. Hearing Artem scream with fear but joy when they cantered for half a mile had all three of them in stitches by the time they arrived back at the palace stables. Alex had a quick look around the stable yard but Marty was no where to be found. Artem finally got the hang of dismounting then promptly asked Alex if he would teach him to ride properly who eagerly agreed. Back inside the palace Liam had a quick spruce up and made his way down to the drawing room where afternoon tea was available, he was a little early and by pure luck the king was the only person in there reading a newspaper. "Your majesty" Liam said bowing his head then walking forward. "Ah Liam, how was your ride?" the king asked, "Hope you got to see the estate". "I did sir" Liam replied, "May we talk in private?" he asked, the king nodded. "Shall we go outside others will arrive shortly" the king suggested and Liam followed. "Your majesty" Liam started saying but the king stopped him. "Alby" the king said reminding him of their less formal addressing whilst here. "Sorry Alby, may I speak openly with you about Alex?" Liam asked tentatively. "Liam I would be disappointed if you didn't, I put my trust in you to look after him" the king replied. Liam nodded "May I suggest that tomorrow you take Alex for a swim at the lake" he said nervously. The king looked at him "The lake?" he questioned, "Wow" the king said walking to the terrace edge. Liam wasn't quite sure what was going on now until he turned "Yes I will, thank you Liam". Liam was about to leave "Wait" the king said turning to Liam, "It was our little spot". "Yes Alby, Alex had a little breakdown there" Liam said walking closer to the king. The king nodded looking concerned "He said you became king and it all changed" Liam added. "Liam, we were at the lake when my father died and I had to leave him with the governess" he said. "I think that memory impacted him hard" Liam suggested, "He misses those moments with you". The king patted Liam on the shoulder "Thank you Liam, I could never understand why Alex changed". "He is quite closed in about his feelings much of the time" Liam replied, "I think that is slowly changing". The king smiled "Thank you Liam" he said, "Right Liam, come join me for tea" the king added whisking him off. It was a very unusual scene that evening after dinner when the king asked his son to come swimming at the lake the following day, Alex was finding it hard to keep his composure in front of everyone else who were not even paying attention to him or the king. Walking to his bedroom with Liam and Artem he suspected that Liam might have said something to his father. Artem was first to veer off in to his room and Alex glanced at Liam unable to say anything or even express his thanks. Alex stood at his door and Liam looked over reaching his room sensing Alex was feeling very vulnerable right now, a subtle movement in Liam's head and Alex let go of the door handle and walked in to Liam's room. Quietly they both undressed with Liam getting in to bed first and Alex followed albeit nervously at how dangerous their predicament was if they were caught. Liam made no qualms about this decision and pulled Alex tight up against him in a comforting hug. He could tell by the gentle way Alex dug his fingers into his back a lot of emotion was surfacing and being released. Liam kissed him on the head and reinforcing his hold on the prince, the silence and darkness surrounding them seeping off in to their own world. Alex breathed steadily at the excitement kicking around him from the closeness of their bodies, suddenly he let out a soft moan as Liam stroked his back and kissed him on the head. There was such tenderness in those fingers running across his back and Alex's body nudged closer to Liam as his fingers slipped lower and ran across his arse. Their heads moved to bring their mouths closer, one succulent kiss on the lips followed by parting lips as they sank in to a full on kiss that felt so delicate. The fingers ran across his arse again but with definite purpose then the entire hand cupped his arse cheek squeezing it lightly. Liam's hand worked back up his spine at the same time gone was the delicateness of their kiss as a hunger took over them both. Quickly his hand roamed back down grabbing Alex's leg and pulling it over his own, the weight of Liam's body forcing Alex on to his back who giggled through a mouth full of his tongue. The soft muscular body seamlessly moved on to top of him and his legs were being pushed apart by Liam's as he sought position. Alex looked up staring in to Liam's eyes who stopped kissing him and lifted his head away from the prince looking down at him 'What?' he asked softly kissing him again on the lips. Alex rang his finger over Liam's lips 'Nothing' he replied slipped his hand around Liam's back and resuming their kissing with more vigour this time. His whole body came alive, his legs caressing over the back of Liam's thighs in this precarious position of being made to play bottom for his protection officer. Alex couldn't give a dam right now remembering just how good sex felt with Liam, he needed to experience this again despite all the words of never doing this again. Lost in those thoughts it took a moment for him to realise that Liam had shuffled around and got Alex into a missionary position ready to be taken, his legs now hoisted round Liam's thighs and waist. Expecting to be taken at any moment but Liam was playing, his cock was rubbing against Alex's hole teasing him in to desperate need for Liam to make love to him. Instead they kissed continuously and the soft sighs escaped from them both, Alex unable to stop his hands from roaming all over Liam's arms, back and arse. Liam moaned feeling Alex's hand playfully touching his arse and it was this action that pulled the trigger. His pelvis move up and Alex could feel the head of his cock that was slippery from precum effortlessly prize him open, he gasped softly arching his back a little from the initial pain. Out of no where Alex slapped his protection officers arse quite hard and giggled, Liam raised his head smirking and shaking his head then pushed his pelvis down in a steady slick movement. Alex's eyes snapped open moaning louder, it felt like his whole body was being split apart as it took Liam's entire cock. He pulled back slightly then pushed down again quickly covering Alex's mouth his his own to muffle the moan and kiss him. His arm slipped around Alex's neck holding him in the kiss, Alex now wrapped his arms around Liam's neck and shoulder, truly they joined as one. Locked mouth to mouth and arse to cock, neither one wanting to let go of the other, his fruitless moans from the now pulsating thrusts that came with such love and force travelled through his entire body. Steady yet quick the only sign Alex got that Liam was reaching orgasm was his body stretching forward and his muscles flexed in his arms holding Alex tighter. His tongue removed form Alex's mouth for a few seconds yet their lips remained sealed together. Alex ran his hand down to Liam's arse squeezing it and his body was pushed forward almost lifting Alex off the bed. Suddenly the tongue resumed dancing with Alex's in more romantic waltz like mode. His cock trapped somewhere below between their bodies erupted and his legs raised the squeezed around Liam's waist as the only outlet for his orgasm and moment of ecstasy. Alex had got cum over Liam for the first time and he didn't know how his protection officer was going to react, half expecting it to stop abruptly yet the kissing continued and Liam retained his firm hold of Alex. Slowly one arm moved down grabbing his leg and pulling him over on to his side still facing Liam and locked in their kiss. When they finally stopped kissing he pulled Alex closer and they drifted off to sleep still impaled by his protection officers semi hard cock that eventually left is cosy nest during the night. By morning Alex felt warm and cosy and the smell assimilated by his nostrils waking up was so familiar, those perfectly sculpted arms firmly wrapped around him as Alex laid facing Liam watching him sleep. A dangerous man to cross who was quick to strike with devastating force, he loved this man in so many complicated ways and more so as a friend now. The simple fact was they co-existed together and Alex had grown to trust and respect Liam, it didn't help that he was a sex bomb that was unpredictable and ready to go off. Alex felt the arm moving around his body and the instinct to kiss naturally took over Alex, he moved his head until his lips touched Liam's then watching the smile appear on his face. "Stop it you naughty prince" Liam mumbled tightening his hold of Alex, "I miss this" he said. Alex chuckled "Why don't you ask the king if you are allowed to do this then" he whispered. "Very funny!" Liam exclaimed softly opening both eyes and looking at him. "I know what you did yesterday" Alex said stroking Liam's back, "What did he ask you to do?". "The king was worried about you turning your back on the family" Liam spoke with honesty. Alex welled up "Eight years ago almost to the day he was made king, left me at the lake, like I was orphaned". Liam moved his arm and stroked Alex's face "Why did you never say anything?" he asked. He made a shrugging movement "Duty before self. I didn't think it was right to express my feelings" Alex admitted. Alex stared at Liam in silence for a moment "Is this part of it as well?" Alex asked. Liam smiled "Certainly not" he replied, "Last night was pretty amazing Alex". Alex grinned "You are so gay Liam you just can't see it" he said confidently. Liam raised his head "Like you are an expert on being gay!" he replied laughing, "I am straight Alex, deal with it". "Is that so" Alex replied inching closer to kiss as Liam pulled away, "You was gay when we did it". "Well you were there on a platter and I had to take a bite" Liam said smirking. It was his turn to raise his head "You took without asking again!" Alex exclaimed correcting him. "I know, my selfish side wanted to have sex with you" Liam said rolling on top of Alex. He stared in to Liam's eyes "I like your selfish side a lot" he said raising his head kissing him. Liam chuckled "When I find a lover this will stop" Alex said with conviction. "Maybe I will block anyone from getting to you then I can keep you on tap" Liam said smirking. Alex's expression changed "Don't say things like that" his voice changed to a sad emotive tone. Liam kissed him "I would never do that Alex I love and respect you to much to stand in your way". He could see the brutal honesty in Liam's face that spoke a truth, not only was this man laying on top of him his protection officer, he was also a close loving friend with a massive benefit. Alex ran his fingers softly down Liam's back then clasped his arms around his fine torso pulling him close and feeling the dead of weight of his muscular body heavy on top of him. Even this movement stirred Alex's sexual desire and Liam could feel the prince's cock growing an instant erection. Their mouths seamlessly connected opening in to a sensual and loving kiss between them. Alex giggled "I can't move" he complained still clasping hold of Liam. "Well let go then" Liam replied then running his tongue over Alex's lips. "Stop it" Alex said giggling away happily. Liam lifted his head staring down at him "God Alex you drive me crazy" he said rolling off him. Alex rolled over on top of Liam "Why?" he asked curious to know what was going on his head. "Fuck knows, I know I am straight yet I can't stop myself being around you" Liam tried to explain. Alex smiled happily and sat up straddling Liam "I better get back to my room" he said. Alex jumped out of bed and grabbed his clothes, Liam opened the door to check the hallway was empty and the prince scuttled across the several meters making it back to his room without being noticed. He was in a happy mood and bounded down the sweeping staircase to breakfast making the footman Francis chuckle when he sat down waving his cup in the air for coffee. After a quick breakfast Alex changed in to his riding outfit and met his father in the kitchen then proceeded out to the stable yard. Gary was there with their horses and Alex noticed Marty was busy brushing down and chatting away quietly to one of the horses who kept rubbing his head against Marty's in a show of affection. Gary explained that Marty would be he here when they returned, setting off across the estate for a gallop around for several hours before heading down through Forage dell to the lake side where the events unfolded eight years previously. Swimming together for the first time in ages Alex felt the water washing away all of the trauma of that day and felt really closer to his father as they talked and laughed. His father promising they would do this at least once a week whilst here just like they use to do. Alex was the one who called time on their swim climbing out of the water and sitting on the bank waiting for his father who came and sat beside him allowing the sun to dry them off. "Tell me Alex, where is your head at the moment?" his father asked looking at him. Alex smiled "Here with you all" he replied softly, "I felt I lost you all those years ago". The king nodded "It was sudden, I know everything went haywire in all our lives" he said. Alex looked out across the lake "And royal life Alex, are you happy?" his father asked. He nodded slowly and his father asked "What has happened to change your perspective?". Alex looked at him "The people around me, you know treating me like Alex not the prince". The king raised an eyebrow "Alex you must no lose touch with who you are, but I do understand". Alex nodded "Can I confess something if you promise you will not over react?" he now asked. "Between father and son" the king replied, "I will try not to" he said smiling. Alex felt really nervous about what he was going to say and he was trying to read his father which was impossible at the best of times. He was so good at remaining neutral in the public eye when things surprised him and only reacted to them in private when no one could hear his personal view. Alex though didn't want secrets in their family since they were always open and honest and him being gay was no big deal but what he was about to reveal may be bigger than he anticipated. He took a nervous breath as his father looked at him with his neutral expression waiting. "Liam my protection officer" Alex started saying, "You asked him to keep an eye on me?" he asked. The king nodded "Yes I did, the Governor put him forward to look after you" he replied. "Why?" Alex now asked looking at his father. "It felt like we were losing you Alex, your mother and I were getting worried" the king replied. He looked at Alex "We needed someone we could trust to be a confident for you". Alex smiled "You mean to keep you informed" he said. His father chuckled "Alex you are secretive at times and very rarely express your real thoughts". Alex nodded and looked down "I do not mean to be. There is something you should know though". "Okay" his father said turning to face Alex and he looked nervously at his father. "He sleeps in bed with me sometimes, nothing romantic between us" Alex quickly said. "Oh!" his father said studying Alex, "So what is it then?" he asked. "I feel safe with him and he keeps me on a level" Alex said rushing his words. His father nodded "Trust me Alex I do understand how lonely it can be growing up" he replied. "You are not going to judge me or get him removed are you?" Alex asked with pleading in his eyes. "God no Alex, Liam and yourself have to be close and trust each other implicitly" he father said. "Anyway the Governor assured me that Liam is straight" his father added without thinking. Alex shook his head "So you were both in on this then?" he asked laughing. "Ah!" his father said stumped for words, "It was someone we thought wouldn't get involved". "Oh father!" Alex said then laughed, "You really underestimated me and my sexual allure". The king laughed play punching Alex on the arm "Are you telling me you know different?". Alex smiled looking across the lake "He keeps telling me he is straight" he replied honestly. The king stared at him "Hmm, out with it!" he demanded sensing there was something else. Alex looked frightened and spoke quietly "In Mauritius it did go a little further" he admitted. The king shook his head "How many protocols were broken, I don't want the details?" he asked. Alex lowered his head in shame "Most of the book" he replied, "Please understand it was nothing". The king remained silent contemplating his sons words "You are disappointed?" Alex asked. "Alex protocols are in place to prevent this sort of thing happening" his father replied. The king looked on expressionless at Alex "Him being with me keeps me from walking away" he said. "I see" his father replied patting Alex on the shoulder, "Please be careful Alex". Alex nodded "I assure you father there is nothing romantically going on he is straight". "He seems to knows when I am vulnerable and low" Alex added looking at his father. His father nodded "I can't explain why he is able to bring calmness to me father" Alex said softly. "I admit I am a little shocked, I was assured Liam was straight!" the king remarked again. Alex stood entering the water "Please don't fall in love and get hurt" his father said looking concerned. Alex nodded "My head is firmly screwed on" Alex replied, "I know nothing will ever come of it". "I won't stop whatever it is Alex, just don't get hurt or run off with him" the king warned. Alex lowered his head in silence "The same thing happened with your Aunt Marie" his father added. "Princess Marie?" Alex asked looking at his father, "Is that why she withdrew from royal life?". "It was all hushed up, but yes her husband was her protection officer" his father admitted. Alex turned to look at him "Why was we never told?" he asked looking shocked. "I always thought he was a bit tough looking when they came to dinner" Alex said then laughed. "You understand now how hard my life got when she turned her back on duty" his father said. Alex nodded "I wish you had told me this father" he said, "I will not disappoint you". "Sometimes it is easier to brush things under the carpet" his father said looking fore loon. "I didn't mean to add to your worries father but I wanted you to know" Alex said hugging his father. "Absolutely not, I am pleased you feel comfortable telling me" his father said with knowing look. Alex nodded "It means so much that you haven't judged Liam or I" . "I want you to be happy, just don't go falling in love with the royal staff" his father said. It was the most intense and intimate conversation that had ever taken place between them, his father seemed more proud of the fact that Alex felt he could speak openly about everything. A sign that his son was maturing and settling in to royal life, these small things can be overlooked as long as nothing serious developed. The king rode back to the palace alone since Alex had decided to spend a little longer riding slowly around the far points of the estate before returning to the stable. The sound of Danbury's hooves clopping on the cobbles of the stable yard echoed around the deserted area, a few horses appeared at the doors looking out at the noise and Alex pulled Danbury to a stop then dismounted him. Taking the reigns and pulling then over the front he gave Danbury a kiss and pat on the side of his face. Alex walked towards his horses stable and Danbury followed without needing any guidance, with no sign of Marty he took his hat off and picked up a brush and began to lovingly brush Danbury whilst the horse ate. Alex wiped his brow from the sultry heat of the day that was finally cooling down with the sun setting lower in the sky. He was aware of a horse fast approaching the stables then easing in to a trot, he turned and saw Marty arriving wearing only his black riding breeches, boots and a hat, his naked torso glistened in the dappled sunlight as he rode so elegantly in to the stable yard a few meters from Alex. Gracefully he dismounted Brandy his brother's horse after giving him some exercise and by the looks of it a good run across the estate. Marty nodded to Alex and detached the reigns from Brandy who like a child followed Marty across the stable yard waiting to be brushed down and nudging Marty in the back to hurry along making him laugh and patting Brandy on the head telling him to be patient. He felt so embarrassed, at what he wasn't sure but he carried on brushing Danbury. A cool velvety deep voice echoed across to Alex "You can muck his stable out as well" Marty said. Alex stopped brushing and Danbury turned his head to look at Alex "What?" he asked patting him. "Hope I didn't upset your highness" Marty said walking towards Alex with Brandy in tow. Alex continued brushing "Upset me?" he questioned, "I would tell you if you did" he said. "I was joking about mucking Danbury out" Marty said coming to a stop sounding apologetic. Alex turned to look at Marty and smiled "Ride with me tomorrow then I will help" he said. Marty stood there with Brandy resting his head over Marty's shoulder "3pm sharp then" Marty said. His insides went all jittery at Marty's voice and almost afraid to even speak, there was some enigmatic aura around the stable hand. The words he spoke were delivered in an authoritarian way that left Alex in no doubt that Marty was completely dominant and in charge of what was flaring up between them. Ridiculous he told himself staring at Marty's chiselled features that were so finely carved that it was too good to be true. His eyes spoke of a deviant naughtiness that made you want to explore his hidden talent. Danbury knocked Alex on the shoulder bringing him back to earth with a thud. Alex smiled "Brandy obviously likes you, he can be very tenacious with strangers" he remarked. Marty patted Brandy "Yeah, he will only let myself and Prince Alden ride him" he replied. "And Danbury got all excited in the paddock seeing you arrive" Marty advised the prince. Alex nodded "I have had him from a foal. Do you ride him as well?" he asked. "Yes he is a good ride, expect his owner is as well" Marty said sending a double meaning to Alex. Alex walked over and handed Marty the brush "You better not be late" he said patting Brandy. "I will be punctual you can be assured of that your highness" he replied bowing his head. There it was again that devilish look that showed he meant business, the way Marty bowed his head whilst keeping his eyes fixed on Alex. It bore no resemblance to a normal conversation, his carefully delivered words made sure that there was no mistake at his dominance and intention. Alex walked away holding his jittering stomach again, then glancing over his shoulder at Marty who was brushing Brandy, like he knew Alex had turned to look Marty looked over at the prince and smiled having the desired effect on Alex who went all flustered. It also gave him a yearning in his groin, there was something so beguiling about Marty and it got him hot under the collar. Maybe he was bad at reading signals but he was convinced the stable hand had not flirted but gone to straight sexual innuendo mode, well a promise is a promise he thought to himself entering the palace through the staff entrance. Alex walked in to the kitchen causing a slight commotion from the staff at his unexpected visit and bringing the place to an awkward silence. Alex looked at them all then laughed 'Come on guys chill out' he said sitting at the chefs bench asking for something to eat.

I love you as well. Larry made love to me 3 times during the night, driving the virus into my blood stream. For the rest of the meeting, we fucked each other into exhaustion. When we left Chicago we would keep in touch. We lived a thousand miles from each other but there would be other meetings. Once I got home, I told my wife of my new life, and to my amazement, she was not surprised. She suspected for years I was gay. My lackluster lovemaking combined with my attention to men when we were together. She would be satisfied with the status quo with our marriage and just have a very open marriage and see who we wanted and continue to live together. I was surprised but was fine with that relationship. I began discreetly seeing guys I hooked up with on BBRT and other sites. I got my Fuck Flu 10 days after I got back and of course tested positive. I did not go on meds. I let Larry know and he congratulated me. Over the next several months I changed my practice to a gay oriented one and treated many HIV positive patients and consulted them and treated their disease. I was never so busy and had an amazing amount of patients. Lots of patients on PRep and PEP and treating HIV positive patients some on meds and many off meds. Once I was on line and listed my status as Poz no meds and no preference as to status of my partner, I hooked up with a large amount of men. I pozzed several guys with their approval. It was a rush to shoot my poz load into a willing chaser, and a huge sense of satisfaction when the told me they pozzed up. Most became my patients and the referred their friends to treat them and often poz them before they became my patient. I got my nipples pierced and got a PA as well. I loved how the looked and felt. I loved to show them off at the gym or the beach. Hooked up with lots of guys because of the piercings. I was always up front with my partners. I was always amazed how few guys turned down my bare pierced cock. Often I was turned down and was approached within a week to fuck and poz that reluctant guy, often the same day. I never used protection and never pulled out. That was always made clear, however no one ever asked me to pull out. On the contrary, they usually begged for my toxic load. My status was on line but in my office, no one knew unless I was the one who pozzed them, but were told not to tell anyone. Everyone agreed. None of the guys I pozzed ever held any animosity toward me. One patient I had really changed my life. Barry was a patient of mine that moved to the area and through word of mouth became my patient. He was a poz patient wishing no meds, just monitoring of his HIV status. He was healthy with a very high viral load. He was gorgeous engaging intelligent and very seductive. His cock was 8 inches and thick when soft. I never saw it erect. He was uncut. His mission in life was to poz as many guys as possible. He would stealth guys or be up front. When in the office he would discuss the guys he stealthed. He really was a bad guy, but you couldn’t help but like him. When he he mentioned that he had pozzed over a hundred men he wasn’t bragging, just stating a fact. I believed him, considering I pozzed at least 15 guys myself and I wasn’t making that my life’s ambition, just a consequence of my lifestyle. Barry’s perfect victim to stealth was a married guy. He would often tell guys his status after he shot his load but if he didn’t like the guy he would not tell he exposed him to a highly toxic load. I actually was treating a lot of his victims so I had a good idea what a walking epidemic he was. One guy in particular he told me about. He was the CEO of the company he worked for. The CEO was a very wealthy guy who used his position to fuck women and men from his company. Usually other male and female executives, secretaries, a real scum bag. Barry met him at a very nice gay bar. Barry hated the guy. One thing about Barry, he could seduce anyone. He was engaging, sophisticated and very sexy. The CEO was putty in his hands. According to Barry he was given the most erotic sexual experience he had ever had. The boss was a top but that night was fucked four times. Barry never told him his status. Over the next several months I diagnosed the CEO, his wife, his mistress, his guy toy, three male and 4 female employees. It was a huge local scandal. He got divorced and taken to the cleaners, sued by his employees for tons of money and kicked out of the company by his board of directors. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. The collateral damage was terrible. Those patients were really nice and what happened to them awful. But they all became rich and everyone was doing great on their treatment. The CEO however was tolerating his treatment poorly with lots of side effects and unlike his victims, never became undetectable. Poetic justice, Barry came into the office for a routine check up. His labs were great with a 250 thousand viral load and normal T cell count. And as usual he was very suggestive and teasing during the exam. I always had to concentrate when I examined him not to get a raging hardon. He was so sexy. I could easily see how he could seduce anyone he wanted. At the end of the exam he asked “Why haven’t you ever hit on me? Usually when I try to seduce someone I succeed.” You’re my patient. It would be unethical for me to have a relationship with you. So that’s the reason? Yes. Ok I want to stop seeing you and refer me to another doctor. Can you do that? Yes. Will you come to my apartment with me? As he kissed me and fondled my cock. My cock became stone hard. Yes!!! He was my last appointment. I followed to his apartment which was in a high end complex. Once we got through the door we started ripping off our clothes. His cock was amazing when hard. Over 10 inches with a huge head leaking an amazing amount of precum. I knew he had an amazing body, but with that cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle, he was the most sexy thing I had ever seen. I went to my knees and worshiped his cock. Down my throat then licking his huge cock head lapping his great tasting precum. Nice PA!! Nice cock. He licked my entire body. I never was in such sexual excitement. My cock was never harder. Then he started rimming me. Amazing!!! We went to the bedroom and he put me on my back, my legs were over his shoulders. Do you want my poz cock up your ass? YES!!! Do you want my toxic load? Yes, PLEASE!! His cock slowly entered me, He was so gentle that there was no discomfort or pain. Just pleasure. Over the next 20 minutes he hit ever pleasure point. I was in pleasure heaven. I started begging for his toxic load, and I started to cum, and went into pleasure convulsions, Here comes my toxic load. He shot 8 volleys of cum and I felt each one of them. Barry collapsed on me. We were soaked with sweat. After several minutes he pulled out. That should poz you up. I’m already poz I whispered. Oh I didn’t know. is that why you seduced and fucked me to poz me? No, I want to talk to you about something. What? Not yet we have something else to do. Have you ever tried E-Stim? No but I always wanted to. Great, let me get my stuff. Within a few minutes I had a rectal probe in my ass and a urethral probe up my penis. Then he turned on the machine. The feeling was indescribable. Pleasure pulses began in my prostate shooting through the head of my cock. As he slowly turned up the juice my whole body had waves of pleasure shooting through me. Then the orgasms started, one after an other, how many?, I lost count. 8,10? I kept shooting cum on my abdomen, amazing amounts, until my orgasms were dry. Stop enough I pleaded. He turned it off. He started licking my cum and feeding it to me, 4 or 5 mouthfuls. Then we snowballed them. After 10 minutes we split the snowball and swallowed. I was in heaven, After a half hour I was able to talk. God that was amazing. No wonder you pozzed so many guys! And I refer them to you, he laughed. I want to talk to you about a proposal. A proposal? Yes, I’ve started a business and I want you to be a part of it. What kind of business? I’m staring an HIV conversion business All high end very expensive for affluent chasers. You have a lot of patients that are gifters. How would I be of help? In a few ways. Test the chasers to see if the are negative and test them when they covert, including treatment when they get the fuck flu in a house I have, which is included in the cost of my service. You will be compensated very well and receive 30 % of profits as a silent partner. If some of your gifting patients want to participate you can refer them but only if they ask. You do not sell their information. How would they know to ask me? Don’t worry they will find you. How much do I have to invest? Nothing up front. 200 K from your profits, never more than 50% at a time? And if you want to participate as a gifter you will be paid for that. What do you think? I find it hard to believe you can make a go of it. The business is started and I have 500K in deposits. I need you for the medical coverage I need to make it the complete package my clients are looking for. These are very high end clients who want an unusual service with anonymity. I’m in.

More guys came forward. Maybe the same guys i'm not sure. The fucking continued. Cock after cock was thrusted back into my begging hole. Crusty cum covered cocks fucked the back of my throat. Guys and cocks of all shapes & sizes. Fat. Thin. Veiny. Pierced. Some cocks covered in cuts and graze like gashes but still my mouth greedily ate them up and my hole begged for their juices.. The fucking stopped & a guy i was sure i had not seen before stepped over. He stood over me & introduced himself as "Hugo". He was big. Tall & broad. Massive chest covered in a dark rug of hair. His skin was dark & covered in tattoos. Even his massive pierced cock was tattooed. He scared me & excited me all at once. I had to have Hugo's cock in me. Hugo called another guy over who he ordered to take his sock off. Hugo forcibly shoved the sock into my mouth and taped it in place. Looking at his cock i assumed i'd need my screams of pain to be muffled. And this just worked to turn me on even more. Hugo moved to my ass and put his finger in my used hole. One finger. Then two. Before long four of his fingers were violently scraped and twisting in my hole as the sock done it's job in gagging me. This hurt more than before and then bam.. He squeezed his thumb in. His hand was in my previously tight virgin hole. My ring stretched so tightly around his clenched fist. He pushed further and it felt as though i was literally ripping in two. He kept pushing his arm in. Further & further until it felt like his fist was in the middle of my entire body. In one quick movement his arm was pulled from inside me. The pain was unbearable. As was the feeling of complete emptiness. Before i could catch my breath he punched his whole arm straight back into me. He was definitely going too deep. This was going to kill me, i was sure of it. My whole body was stretched around his thick, muscular tattooed arm as he continued to punch in and out. Wrecking my hole with every punch. As he went on the pain began slightly subsiding to a pleasurable feeling. Still super painful but somehow in a good way. A few more violent punches in and swift hard pulling out i was in heaven. Hugo stopped and stood up, lining his heavy duty pierced cock to the opening of my now gaping savaged hole. I was so looking forward to having his cock in me more than any other. He leant down and pulled off the tape & sock. Grabbing my face he forced my mouth open before spitting into the back of my throat. His hand moved from my cheeks and into my mouth. I greedily licked off all the juices from my own ass on his cigar stained fingers. As i did he rammed his cock deep into me. As open as my ass must have been, the massive piercing on the head of his thick meaty cock was agony. It ripped all the way along the inside of my ass. I was definitely in shreds down there now. Instead of worrying i continued sucking his dirty fingers. Hugo stopped and pulled his cock almost entirely out. Then i felt something different. I was filling up with a stinging, warmness. Hugo laughed as it dawned on me that he was pissing in me. A random spanish stranger was pissing in my wrecked, swollen, bloody hole whilst i sucked my own ass juices off his fingers & i didn't care. I loved it. I fucking loved it.

Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.

Well, Happy Halloween! But you know, I just do not really get excited by the event. I mean, OK, first off, in the gay community, don't we pretty much live Halloween daily, between the drag queens, the guys in leather tit to toe, or sometimes barely in any at all. The muscle boys showing off as much skin and bulge as they can. But then on Halloween, it goes to the N th degree, with guys in heavy make up and elaborate costumes they spent hours getting into. Who is really going to fuck , or want to fuck, if the sheets and pillow cases will be ruined with all the grease paint the guy has on. Or if it takes an hour to just get him out of the damned get up- by then, for me, the delay may well have revealed too much about the person and the desire has eroded. I much prefer being able to hit a leather bar, connect and be in the sling inside of 20 minutes. Am I the odd one out , or do others sort of not get thrilled by the night?

Setting aside any cultural aspects, It’s not specifically black men but people in poorer neighbourhoods who are disproportionately at risk of HIV and often these poorer communities are made up of people of colour. Less public health money spent on STD education in poorer neighbourhoods and poorer schools = higher infection rates and also more stigma. Less public health money also means fewer drives to distribute free condoms. Less health screening to identify people with HIV and helping them get affordable treatment means the virus remains transmissible etc. If you have money or better access to socialised medicine you’re more likely to use condoms of be able to get tested regularly or, when infected, reduce your viral load to make it undetectable. Without that access, poorer communities - not exclusively black but with significant numbers of people of colour - will always be at greater risk.

I got dicked down by my new next door neighbor a couple of days ago. A well built Asian guy, tall with a nice ass too. We ran into each while taking out the trash. He was wearing gym shorts and a black tank-top that showed off his sexy body. We get to taking and relies we both like to smoke. So I invite him over to my place for a quick smoke brake. So we get to talking and into my favorite topic... sex. I learned he was into both men and women like me, at the moment he wasn't dating anyone. We started getting into what we like and dislike. Then I told him how I like taking dick bareback and having a hung stud shooting his load up inside me and if he played his cards right, I'd serve up my cheeks to him. He replied by pulling out his cock and telling me the main reason he came over is to get a piece of my phat ass. I got on my knees and started servicing his hunky cock. He grabbed the back of my head and had me gagging on his beef stick. We had a nice 10 minute BJ session, before having me on all fours, tongue fucking my chocolate starfish. Then came the main course, his meat giving me an good dicking. We did it doggy style, then I got on top of him rode it for dear life. Then he put me on my back, ankles on his shoulders, and his dick stretching my cornhole. When he finally blow his load, he jammed his cock up in me, and pulled out only having his cock head inside me. When he finally pulled out, his protein just kept leaking out me.

Nothing like a rainy afternoon breeding session with my boy. He was napping so I spooned him and slowly slid the back of his diaper down so I could work my rock hard cock into his tight hole. He slow began to wake up as I thrust into him and groped his caged cock through the diaper. all the wile whispering in his ear how tight his hole was and how nice it is to fill him with my cum. He started to beg for it deeper and harder until I flooded his gut's. I just held my dick balls deep after I was done and said here it comes boy. Beg for your daddies hot piss. Just as he started begging I flooded his hole with piss. Once I was done I pulled out and pulled his diaper back up. all the wile I rubbed the front of his diaper and said how come your getting wet boy? all he said is I think I am leaking pre cum sir. I said ah good thing your in a diaper boy. The question is Locktober is almost over. Should I keep the boy locked and diapered for No Cum November?????

Sweat in the Locker Room I heard from Chase on Friday and he had gone to get tested at the clinic. "They said I wouldn't have any results until Monday or Tuesday. Tyler still looks like hell but he can at least sip the gatorade you brought. The fever is down a bit too" he said. Saturday's update said that Tyler was looking a little better and had eaten something but still was weak and sore. I was going to tell Gabriel about what was going on with them but I decided it would just get him thinking about his own unexpected conversion. Instead, Gabriel and I surfed the apps looking for someone he wanted us to fuck together. I let him take the lead, but after showing him a few poz bottoms he started showing me neg ones. It surprised me but I didn't say anything. He chatted with a few guys and seemed to be really interested in one of them. "Shit!" he yelled out. I raised my head and looked over and he explained "the guy doesn't want to do a 3 way with two guys he doesn't know." I nodded and replied "Yeah, makes sense. We know we're good guys, but he doesn't. People are ugly sometimes, so he's just trying to be safe. Not totally safe, but except for the bug... safe. If he's up for meeting you, then go. Once he knows you're not an ass or a thief or a murderer, then maybe I can go next time." He looked at me in disbelief. "Gabriel, I told you I think it's hot knowing you're hooking up with other guys. Go fuck his brains out and have fun" I told him. He shook his head but typed away on the tablet. A few minutes later he asked "You sure?" and I nodded yes. He cleaned up and looked back once more to confirm I was cool with it. "Go!" I yelled out and watched him head out the door. My search continued, but now it was just for me. After a few rejections and no replies from some others, I found one guy that looked interesting. BRStud27 listed himself as a top, but his main pic was an ass shot. A fucking sexy ass shot. The kind you want to bury your face in and come up for air three days later. The rest of the pics looked damn good too. His profile said "Love to get rimmed before I fuck a guy" so I assumed the ass pic was to show what he wanted prospective bottoms to feast on. The initials "BR" didn't line up with any of the neighborhoods around here and with his caramel skin I began to think he might be Brazilian. His stats said he was neg but would fuck any status. The message I sent saying "sexy ass. b hot 2 rim it but I never stop there" got a quick reply of "thx. 2 bad we r on same side." My next message of "my dik would feel good in u" got "mine wud feel better in u" as a reply. There were a few more playful messages but I knew it was just flirting that was going nowhere. No one else really looked good so I closed the laptop and thought a moment. Slowly, I got up off the couch and decided I'd be the saintly one and go workout at the gym. After changing into some sweats and a tee, I grabbed my gym bag and headed out the door. "Hey, Milo" I said as I got to the front desk of the gym and checked in. Milo was a wiry, blond, college aged guy that had been working at the gym since they re-opened. He didn't have a lot of muscle on him and acted pretty femme at times, but he was a nice guy and worked hard keeping the place clean and running smoothly. I had tried a few times to get into his shorts, but he was faithful to his boyfriend. He could suck as much dick as he wanted but fucking was off the table. Unlike a lot of guys his age, he stuck to the limits his boyfriend gave him. He was a damn fine cocksucker and if you found him in the locker room he was usually on his knees. "Still on the short leash?" I asked him and he smiled back at me. "Yup. Only one guy gets this ass" he replied, turning the smile into a grin. "Lucky guy. If you ever want to try something different, my offer is still good" I said back to him, giving him a wink. Some guys are sluts and will fuck anyone and others find a good match and know they shouldn't fuck it up by messing around. I respected him for choosing his path and sticking to it. I was definitely on the slut side. I grabbed a locker and changed into my workout gear. I was already a little ripe when I got to the gym and the longer I worked out the stronger the smell got. My usual workout was a bit of cardio and a bit of strength training. In the old days I'd finish off with a dozen laps of the pool, but since they still had it closed, I did laps of the track instead. The last lap I walked to cool down and I headed toward the locker room. The locker room scene was like a lot of the gyms in the gayborhood. You could see almost everything there and today was no different. As I walked into the locker room, I saw Milo on his knees with his back to the wall, sucking a guy off. The top looked familiar and the closer I got, the harder I tried to figure out why. My jock started to fill out as I approached the two of them and when I got to the other side of them, I saw the tattoo that reminded me who the guy was. BRStud27 looked even better in the flesh than his profile pics. His hands were pressed against the wall as Milo worked his magic with his tongue, lips and throat. Moving a little closer I gently put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in, whispering "Very sexy ass" before slowly tracing my tongue down his back. My hands grasped each mound of muscle and pried them apart just before my tongue got there. Breathing deep, I found his scent intoxicating. My tongue lapped around, feeling the tightness of his pucker and the strands of hair along the crevice. He may have jerked a little from my first touch, but as my tongue flicked, lapped and poked he settled down and moaned louder than he had with just Milo working him over. My hand reached up to tug on his balls, but I found that Milo had beaten me to it. My hand moved back and pulled his butt cheeks open a little more and I began to tongue fuck him. It didn't take long and he started bucking his hips back before thrusting forward, shoving his cock into Milo's throat. We continued like this for several minutes and his ass and my face were covered in a thick layer of spit. I knew he said "top only" in his profile but I needed to try and see if there wasn't a little bit of unadvertised versatility in him. I traced my tongue back up his spine, letting my hands free to push my shorts down and slide the pouch of jock to the side to release my very stiff cock. Milo must have sensed that I had stood up and I felt the back of his hands as they grasped the guy's butt. Whether he intended to help me or not, he pried the guy's crack wide open for my cock to slide between. Each of my hands held the top guy's so he was pinned to the wall. I rocked my hips, humping his butt for several strokes and I heard him grunt lightly. I didn't hear him say "no" or shake his head, so a few seconds later I speared my cock between the mounds of muscle to his spit covered hole. He panted a little as I wiggled and pushed until my cock poked inside. He gasped and I heard a strained groan as he got used to the head of my cock just inside his ring. His body quivered a little followed by a few more gasps and a long, quiet "fuuuucccckkkkk." When the tightness released slightly from his ring, I began to slowly roll my hips. My cock dug a little deeper with each stroke, stretching him just a little bit more. He was a lot tighter than most guys I fucked and it became obvious that he really was just a top. I doubted that i was the first guy to fuck him, but the last had been a long time ago. I had expected him to struggle and shut me down, but he didn't. I'm sure that if Milo hadn't been sucking like crazy it wouldn't have been this easy. My strokes began to get longer and he leaned his head back on my shoulder and let out a protracted moan. "I was right, my dick does feel good inside you" I whispered in his ear before giving a firm thrust. "Oh... god... yeah..." he said, giving a quick push back onto my cock. His hips started to rock as he fucked his cock into Milo's throat and then his ass back on to my shaft. I slowed my own movements and let him control the fuck for a bit. After a few minutes I started to drive in as he pushed back. He was taking it a lot better than I imagined and he did give a few squeezes with his ass here and there. I'm not sure if he reached his limit or if Milo did something to trigger him, but suddenly his breathing got raspy and he gave several seconds of quick thrusts before I felt his hole spasm around my cock. I briefly wondered if Milo was going to drown in cum before my own orgasm began. I thrust in hard a few times and then held him tight as volleys of cum pumped into his tight ass. "Oh fuck... fuck... FUCK" he gasped as both of our orgasms faded. I wasn't sure how much of my profile he read and if he was starting to freak out about the poz load that was now stewing in his guts. My hips began to rock again, churning up the cream inside him for a few more minutes. He wasn't trying to wiggle his way out, so I decided to just ignore the comment and slowly pulled back until my softening cock fell from his hole. The cum that fell to the floor was a little pink and once I was far enough back I let go of his hands. "Damn, that was good" I said as he backed away and pulled his cock from Milo's mouth. Some cum was dripping off his chin, but Milo licked most of what was left on his lips. BRStud27 seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet and his stunned expression told us that he wasn't expecting anything more than a quick blowjob. I reached out my hand and pulled Milo to his feet and we all headed off to the showers. Once I was cleaned off, I went back to my locker and got dressed. As I was tying my shoes, I heard over my shoulder "Thanks, that was hot. I haven't taken a cock since I left Brazil about ten years ago. I hope we can do it again some time and maybe flip." "Mmmhmm, it was" I replied, ignoring any thought of flipping. We walked out of the gym together, waving at Milo who was back at the front desk. I turned left at the sidewalk and he went right. I felt good with a pair of empty balls and I wondered if Gabriel's hookup went as well. I walked in the door and heard Gabriel yell out "Shit!" I followed the sound to the bathroom and found Gabriel holding a condom full of water with a steady stream coming out of the tip. "Wha?" I asked as I stood in the doorway, looking confused. "I grabbed these condoms at Steam last time since they had some free large ones there. After I fucked the guy today, the tip was empty when I pulled out and now I know why. I bred the fucker without even knowing" he said, somewhat distraught. "Well, you tried. I heard from Tim that guys poke holes in those condoms so I guess it's true" I replied.

Part 3 As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.

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This was a story salvaged form "Bugshare" ages ago, the story itself I think is a heavily edited version of another story, and if anyone knows the original let me know. ===================== There he is, standing before me. Seth. He's a 20 years old fine young specimen of male flesh, about six feet tall, and weighing at maybe 190 pounds. I wouldn't describe him as muscular or toned or ripped, but he is a perfectly hot looking young man. He is height and weight proportionate, albeit thinner in appearance, but not skinny. He nicely fills out his frame with a slim youthful body showing the hint of fit musculature. Many models would envy his frame and looks. He is not a pretty boy per se, but gives off an attraction all his own. He definitely makes my cock stir to look at him and he has all the attributes that I find appealing! We're down in my unfinished basement and I have made some minor additions down here to make ready for Seth's visit. Personally I'm late-40ish, in good shape still many mistake me for being younger than my actual age due to my thinner body and younger facial features. I am 6' and 185 lbs. My seven-inch uncut cock is average in size, I have good-sized balls that hang in a nice low sack full of seed. I used to shave my balls and trim my pubes, but stopped, as I like to be hairy as a master. Men are hairy and have pubes and furry balls and asses so why shave it. I love the look of men, so be men and taste and play the way God makes us. A hair or two in the mouth is the cost of doing business. Oh, and I have AIDS. Didn’t mention that earlier? During my younger days, back when everyone fucked everyone else, someone at a bathhouse knocked me up. My seed has been highly toxic ever since. But that is another story. This is about Seth. I have been keeping to a strict work out schedule and I can easily pass for late thirties or no older than forty. However, Seth was looking for a Dad and I wanted a son with whom to play, so we both knew we were getting in this deal. Fuck, what did guys do before the age of the Internet to meet others that they wanted to play with? I met Seth online on a hook up site for men. I placed my profile stating I was interested in getting into S&M, bondage and being a master and a Dad for young guys as well as having interest in just getting it on with other men. I had said I wanted to explore more kink and voyeurism and especially being dominant. Seth answered my profile and wanted to be aggressively dominated by a master and have a Dad use him. He said he was curious about having sex with other guys, wanted to explore man to man sex and had no limits. I always laugh at anyone who says they want to explore “no limits sex” because they never realize just what it means. Because I in truth had another more selfish motive for finding someone. I had felt it was time to “spread my seed” and I wanted to find a boy to plant my DNA in, someone I could poz to carry on my virus long after I had gone. After several chats on line and via MSN, we agreed to meet here at my house. I had taken several days away from the office so I could give my undivided attention and freedom to entertain the boy. And here he is! Seth is standing almost up on his tiptoes with his arms tied up and spread out by ropes around his wrists and fastened to eyehooks screwed into my floor joists. I am lucky as I have a nine foot ceiling in my basement so I was able to easily stretch him out. His feet are also spread apart and tied to an old curtain rod by rope around his ankles and to the hooks and each end of the rod. Basically, he is spread eagled in a standing position naked except for having a white Bike jock on, which he wore on my instructions along with a T-shirt, jeans and flip flops. He was to arrive with only that on and he did what he was told. Holy shit is this lad beautiful. With real appreciation, I gazed at his physique, knowing that I have his body totally in my control, to use, abuse, and to eventually impregnate with my poz seed, makes my cock surge. It was about 5:00 PM when I saw him standing on the corner of a nearby strip mall and I pulled up and nodded at him. We had exchanged face pics before so knew who to look for. He jumped in my car and I asked, "Am I what you expected and are you still game to go ahead with this?" Seth shyly looked up at me and replied, "Yeah man, I like what I see and want to do this." "So what limits do you have because once we're at my place, I consider that you're mine to use boy?" He again looked right up at me with a bit of a grin saying, "As I said when we chatted, use me like you want. I have no limits Sir! My profile nickname Rapeme says it all Sir!" “Game on then!" I quickly told him and started to drive him to my place all eager to enjoy this lad's young pure body. We arrived at my place and I drove right into the garage using the remote opener to open and close the door behind me. I got out and opened the door to the house and Seth followed me with neither of us saying a word. We both knew what we wanted and in my mind I would tell him what I wanted when I needed it. We head right down to the basement and onto a large rug in the center of the large unfinished area. I had everything ready for Seth so picked up the rope and tied his right hand to the floor joist. Next I tied his left arm and wrists up and then got his ankles tied to the curtain rod. Still nothing was said and Seth let me do what I wanted. It was really almost too easy. Now he was trussed up and stretched spread eagled before me. He was mine! I pulled at his T neckline and finally heard a rip and tore open his shirt off his smooth chest and revealed his quarter sized nipples. I couldn't get the neckline to fully rip so grabbed some scissors and snips the material and also down his sleeves and threw the ripped cut cloth over to the wall. Next I unbuttoned, unzipped his jeans and yanked them down. Pushing them down his thighs and legs, they dropped to his mid legs stopped by his spread open legs. I took the scissors and started cutting the material down his right leg and Seth muttered, "Those are my good Jeans!" I reached up and slapped his face and continuing to cut told him to shut the fuck up. Getting him naked in this way was a turn on for me. It is far more realistic to raping the guy than just having him do as I wanted. I wanted him to succumb and totally submit to me by the end of it all, to belong to me utterly for him to give himself to me, and in the end, to beg for my seed. Once cutting his jeans off him, I tore his flip flops off his feet and whipped them over with the discarded torn and cut clothing I had disrobed him of. He was smooth all over save for a bit of brown curly hair on his forearms and lower legs. A slight treasure trail led from his navel down in the elastic band of the Bike jock he wore. He was fair skinned and it accentuated his brown nipples. A fine forest of brown underarm hair filled his pits and was exposed from having his arms tied out stretched. He was nicely built but not muscular. Youthful exuberance bristled about him. He simply remained quiet and looked at me with his intense medium blue colored eyes. He had short spiked lighter brown hair and thin sideburns that ran down his face to the point of his jaw on either side of his face. He sported brown facial stubble and fine eyebrows. I approached him and nestled up to his outstretched body. I took in his freshly showered and scented odor as I held him in my arms and brushed my face against his neck and kissed him. I whispered to him, "You are now going to be my fucking little whore and slut boy. I will use, abuse and rape you with whatever I desire to do and you will obey and take it no matter what. You told me you had no limits and I have none so enjoy this bitch. You are about to be raped, then fucked, and then my seed will own you. Understand?" Seth replied quietly, "Yes Sir." I enjoyed his scent and tasted his neck and ears and working my tongue down his body to his right nipple. Sucking and teasing it with my teeth I enjoy him. I bit his tit a bit and continued sucking it and then slowly worked over to his fresh but slightly musky armpit. I dove in there with my mouth and tongue and lapped and licked at his pit and the soft forest of hair as I enjoyed the aroma and taste of his young pungent underarm. Some say it is a submissive act to drink in the sweat of someone’s pits. For me it was something to be savored as I could tell how much it aroused and excited him. The more rich and thick his scent and taste got, the more excited I felt. And I wanted to enjoy this young man before I used him fully; I wanted to be gently before I brutalized him. It was like getting appetizers before your main meal, although I knew exactly what dessert would be. After fully eating out his right pit, I switched and enjoyed his left armpit and got fresh scent and taste. Once full of this savor, I planted a deep French on his mouth and explored his mouth with my tongue. I felt a bit of resistance as my mouth and tongue, ripe with his armpit, invaded and covered his mouth. Good I thought. I like resistance so I can begin to tame and break him. Half the thrill of making a boy is breaking down his will and mind, slowly making him crave the abuse I have in store for him, and in time, make him crave my Toxic cum. I wonder what this boy had done with a man before? I hoped he was a virgin to really being used and fucked by a man like me. I wanted his body badly, and his neg cherry even worse. After a while of making him eat my tongue, I let go of him and walked behind him admiring his bubble firm ass. I felt his cheeks and grabbed them firmly. I landed a few hard slaps across them with my hand and watched them flatten and bounce back to their youthful firmness as redness slightly spread across them. "Like that boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir!" Seth told. With a few firmer slaps on his checks I again asked him and he said, "Yes Sir!" "You going to be able to have to take much more than that for my pleasure boy if you are to become my bitch, and my son." I said. Seth responded quicker now, “Yes Sir. Use me. Rape me Sir. Make me your bitch!" I gave his ass five or six real hard slaps and made the room reverberate with the sound of my palm landing on his ass cheeks as I wound up and swung my arm in an arc to give some good force to the spanking. "Uhmm" erupted from Seth's lips as he no longer was able to hold back his reaction to my slapping his ass. He also lurched forward as my handed on his butt. Seth uttered only muffled murmurs as my hand landed on him. Those red bubble ass cheeks looked appealing and I knelt down and firmly parting those luscious cheeks with my fingers and exposing this young man's rosebud manhole. It was a nice, pink, wrinkled, round sphincter muscle with only a bit of wispy brown curly hair circling it which then heading down in between his legs going behind the Jock he wore. I gazed at his young tight hole for a while and then leaned forward and licked the entire length of his ass crack especially sure to go over that hot hole. He was very clean and only a whiff of asshole was noticeable, not that would have hindered me too much. After a few more tender licks, I got my face right in there and tongued his hole and stuck my oral muscle as deep as I could send it. Wiggling my face in there, I got as deep as I could physically could. My tongue lavished in getting to fuck this boy's hole knowing that soon my pozcock would violate it but deeper, firmer and with the mindset of fucking the shit of this unsuspecting bitch wannabe. In amongst my oral devouring of young asshole, I heard Seth moaning lowly. Once sufficiently fed on this young mancunt, I got up and again kissed the boy inserting my tongue deep into his mouth. As he tried to pull back, I held his head firm and forced my tongue into his mouth. I pulled off and ordered him to suck my tongue and taste his own ass. He held back and I then slapped his face hard and told him again. He compiled and I enjoyed exploring his throat and mouth with my ass ripe tongue. Once satisfied that he had tasted his own ass, I got a medium sized vibrating butt plug and made him lick and spit on it. I worked it into his ass pushing it fairly firmly with constantly increasing pressure again the resistance of his young ass muscle trying to keep it out. Seth leaned forward to try to adjust and get away from the invading plug as he moaned. "Take it boy!" I said loudly "Push your bitch ass onto it and take it!" Seth reluctantly pushed back a bit as I pulled his hip with one hand as my other hand shoved in the plug. Finally the widest part of the plug reached the youth's sphincter and with resistance stretched it open wider as I gobbed a wad of saliva onto the plug and his stretched hole. As the spit slide down, I pulled the plug out a bit and twirled it to make use of my spit as lube and then shoved hard again. It slid in and stopped at the widest part making his hole open wider still. With Seth's sudden prolonged cry of "Aahhhh!", the butt plug slipped in stopping and holding itself firmly in place from its triangular shape and from Seth's sphincter muscle clamping around the narrower base. I immediately switched it on to a low vibration and watched him jump from the sensation. "Ever had a plug in your ass before boy?" "No Sir" "Like it?" "Yes Sir. I will take and like what you give me Sir!" Seth promptly said. “You're fucking right you will boy, cause you ain't got no choice now." Now I was going to play and enjoy watching this lad squirm and endure what turned me on. I had done the gentle Daddy act, now It was time to enjoy myself and break this bitch so when I felt like fucking him, he'd do whatever I wanted. By the time I was done, he'd beg for poz cum from any top I wanted, and spread my own DNA to as many others as possible. Being a dominant master and an aggressive Dad really got my cock hard and oozing. I grabbed my camera and snapped several shots of my youthful hostage. I clipped on a black leather cock strap and also inserted a vibrating butt plug into my own ass to stimulate my senses and get me into a frenzy. I was set to play for a while and reduce this willing lad into nothing more than a piece of male fuck meat for me to use, poz and pleasure myself with. I gazed at Seth. In his eyes, I could see some uneasiness now for the first time. Had he gotten himself into more than he bargained for? I sure as hell thought he had so, I knew he had moved out of his parents, was on his own in the world, and as such, could belong, in time, utterly to me. I held Seth's head and kissed him deeply planting another long passionate French kiss on his face. I rubbed against his body and once again enjoyed tasting his armpits, nipples, chest and abs s I drooled over my captive. I got down to his jock and licked his package held in the elasticized material. A small wet spot was apparent on the jock of the young bitch, and I knew he was enjoying what he was getting. Hot damn I thought, what could this bitch endure? I intended to find out! With the scissors, I slip a blade along his waist band and snipped. It let loose and fell to the one side. I cut the smaller straps holding the cup to the back behind his bag. The Jock fell free to the ground. "Holyshit!" I exclaimed as I gazed down and saw the cock this boy had hanging there. Seth had to be at least 7"long hanging there limp. He was uncut and had huge balls in a low hanging sack. The big thick cock head was half covered with foreskin even more then my own. His cock had no big veins and was a smooth unblemished gorgeous monster example of manhood. His brown pubes were long curly and thick as was the thick bush of pubes covering his balls. His left huge orb hung lower than his right and they moved slightly now in their freedom. A clear drop of liquid emerged from his piss slit. "Fuck you're huge my boy!" I said aloud as I admired this young man's equipment. He was more man than I was in this case. He possessed a fucking horse cock. "You may be a man in the cock department Seth, but you will be my bitch won't you?" I said to him. "Yes Sir I will be Sir. I want you to make me your bitch and use me. I want to be raped by you Sir! I then snapped a leather ball stretcher onto his Seth's large balls and sack. I had a bit of trouble stuffing it all into this parachute stretcher and when snapping it closed, Seth gave a quick jolt as I think I pinched his bag in the snap closure. Fuck, I don't care, all the better. Next I began attaching large fishing weights to the small chain on the ball stretcher. Seth did not react much so I added a few heavy metal balls, which then got his attention. The addition of a few more pulled his nuts down and stretched his bag taut, he moaned and moved to try to alleviate this pulling so I added a few more larger fishing weights. He then cried out, "Ummm" and lifted up. A couple more to make it hurt was in order so I did it. As I was adding the extra weights to really pull his balls down, I asked, "Like that bitch?" "Yes Sir he responded. "Want more?" "I want what you want to do to me sir." With that I added a few smaller ones, one at a time and then one larger one. At that Seth cried out and struggled about going up on his tip toes in reaction to his balls being abused. "Stand still and take this bitch!" I ordered and then reached around and clicked up the vibration on his butt plug so it was at the third level. I could hear it buzzing now and listened to Seth holding back his groans of discomfort form his nuts being pulled down. Next I got a pail of wooden pinch-type clothes pegs. With two in my hand, I stood up and kissed the youth's mouth again and he kissed me back. I thought to myself that he had no idea what I would do to him, this realization thrilled me and made me even more excited. Knowing he had no clue just how depraved and total his abuse would be. I wondered if he'd kiss me like this if he knew what was in store, the levels of abuse of getting raped and finally being impregnated by my toxic charged seed. I enjoyed the kiss and pinched the pegs on his two nipples. I felt his jolt as the pegs pinched shut but he pressed his mouth to mine. Fucking hot, I thought, what won’t this bitch endure and do for me? I felt it was time to give this boy a bit of pleasure. A Master rewards his slave, so I knelt before him. I kissed his cock and licked its head repeatedly. Fuck, who am I kidding, this wasn't his reward it was for me. I wanted to suck this huge dick and make him hard to one taste him, and two see if I could handle such a whopping huge fuck tool. After a few minutes of licking and kissing his cock, I took the semi-flaccid muscle in my hands and pulled the foreskin back exposing a huge thick cock head slick with saliva and some precum. A part of me had hoped to see some cheese or smegma, but it looked like the boy was clean. I was sure I could change that in time. The precum was nice and musky however, sticky and thoroughly enjoyable as I tasted it. It just seemed to continue oozing out as I let the cock hang there enjoying the view. Seth's tool began to harden a bit and grow from my attention. The precum dripped down and formed a thin string of liquid hanging from his piss slit to the floor. I put my face into it and licked it up relishing in feeling precum on my face as I tasted the sweet natural fuck lube. I took his big cock back into my mouth and sucked it lovingly enjoying the feel of hardening cock. I took it all 7"in my mouth and pushed it into my throat so that I could take it all down. My nose buried into his young musky pubes. Using my tongue I massaged his cock shaft as I pulled my face off and back onto his pole. Bryan moaned lowly as I impaled my face onto his growing dick using my hands to hold it up and stroke it in between my oral swallowing of its entire length. I really had to work at getting it all down once the full 9+ or ten inches of hard manhood reached its zenith. I wanted to suck and swallow that whole huge dick and did it. Once in, I'd hold my head onto it and press my face into his sweaty pubes feeling this dick stretch my throat going down my esophagus past my vocal chords. With my hands firmly gripping his ass, I pulled his ass towards me so he'd get the hint and fuck my face. Seth stood and did not move so I pulled the chain and yanked his balls down and reactivated his ass plug to vibrate. I pulled my face off his pole and told him to fuck my face. With the yank of his balls, Seth moaned loudly but when I got back to having his whole dick in my throat again, he moved back and forth and provided the desired face fucking I craved. He probably wondered why a master would want to get face fucked especially by such a huge prick, but hey this was about my pleasure and not his. If he benefitted now, that was a plus, cause soon he'd beg me for mercy. I was in heaven and what I wouldn't give to have him blow a load into my face mouth and throat. Should I get him off and then use him? Usually I was spent after blowing a load and couldn't get fucked without it hurting like hell. Fucking me for an hour or all night long was great if I didn't come first. But if I came and was still getting fucked, I didn't enjoy it. It usually hurt me so I always waited to come until after my top had blown his wad. Hell if Seth were like this too, I would blow him now and then make him endure my fucking. I increased the intensity of blowing Seth's organ and used my hands to stroke it as I went down on him fully and then only partially alternating to make him cum fast. I pulled of him and yelled, "Fuck my face bitch! Fuck me hard and give me your cum. I want that big cock to blow a load into me! Fuck me now bitch and do it like you mean it!" and went right back onto him. Seth complied and began to thrust with a bit of force albeit he was trussed and not capable of really being able to fuck me. Several minutes of my intense blow job and swallowing his whole member together with his thrusting brought out an exclamation from Seth as he groaned aloud. Slobber ran down my face from having such a huge length of manhood plying my throat and I was in heat sucking a fine young hard cock. But decided to pull off it and pulled my head back leaving Seth's throbbing fuck pole glistening and bobbing like a flag pole on the side of a building. I was not going to let him cum yet so left his organ alone and let it subside. Seth relaxed and sighed as my slobber dripped off the hair on his bag and ran down his inner legs. I looked at my bound prize and soaked in the beauty of this sight. The weights on his nuts were now swaying back and forth reefing his balls down and back and forth as the parachute ball stretcher held his two large balls in its cup and yanked then down pulling his sack low. The face fucking had started them to sway so with pleasure came pain! Perfect from my standpoint. I walked slowly around him and saw the black butt plug base firmly seated close to his ass. Reaching down, I turn the vibrator off so as to not accustom his inner ass to the sensation, which I wanted for later when the moment of his impregnation came. His perfect form from behind was like seeing Da Vinci's Ventruvian man's backside, but bound by ropes. Seth was more perfect and more youthful and gorgeous however. The sight of this young bitch made my pozcock twitch; not that sucking his magnificent cock hadn't done that to me already. I decided it was perhaps time to indulge him yet again as I knew I would not be able to resist fucking him much longer. I then knelt before my quivering bitch and was face level with his now limp abused cock. I again lovingly started sucking his cock slowly and gingerly using my tongue to worship it and my mouth the envelope it in my warm saliva. I slowly stroked if with my hand as I increased my sucking and amount of cock shaft that I took in my mouth. Several joyful minutes passed before any response started from his monster fuck tool. Slowly it started to harden and grow again. Now cupping his ass cheeks, I pulled his butt in towards me as I engulfed his hard muscle deep into my throat. My sucking intensity increased as I fully gobbled down his stiff meat almost choking and gagging to get it all the way in. Eventually I relaxed enough to swallow his whole shaft and I held it there pushing my nose into his thick sweat drenched pubic forest. Seth was now enjoying this treatment. I wanted him to keep guessing what was next; from getting abuse to getting sucked off, what would be next? Pushing ahead, I concentrated on milking this boy of what would be one of his last Neg loads. Using every cock sucking skill I could muster, I sucked his pole, wrapped my tongue around his cock head and massaged his shaft as I bobbed my head on and off him and going base deep into my throat. He was again melting and moaning and even thrust his pole into my face like before as my oral attention continued. With force I pulled his ass, cupped in my hands forward as I pushed my own face deep on his pole and wiggled my head quickly with my nose pushing into his pubes. Seth let out "ohs and aahs and sighs" as I felt his throbbing hardness stretching my throat. I then retreated and sucked his cockhead and foreskin while stroking his shaft with my hand. Seth pushed his cock at me as best he could from his spread eagled position. From looking up at him, he was in ecstasy as he closed his eyes and pumped his organ at me. His nuts swung back and forth in time with the pendulum of weights hanging from them. The clothes pegs still pinched his young body and red marks from my belt and whip marked his skin. Pain and pleasure mixed together as I sucked his dick more and more frenzied. I was alternating between sucking his head and then deep throating him as he tried to fuck my face. Drooling I finally took him deep into my throat and wiggled my head as each time I swallowed his whole member, Seth would sigh and moan. My tight throat provided a nice fuck I bet. Seth started verbalizing, "oh, oh ooooh, oh!” and I held in deep down my throat as he pushed himself forward on his tip toes. I again pulled off and sucked his cock head and stroked his shaft and then immediately deep throated him again. With one last thrust forward and then relaxing off his toes by just hanging there by his arms, Seth' huge thick cock gave up its treasure. I let what I thought was the first gush of sperm go down my throat, but then pulled off him quickly to feel the second voluminous spurt of cum plaster my face and goatee. As the third glob of spunk shot out, I got some on my face but opened my mouth and took some in to taste the young untainted seed. The big stiff muscle was tensing and firing off huge thick streams of white manmilk. It was literally a stream of cum shooting from his piss slit. Seth uttered, "Fuck I'm cuming" and trailed off with an "ohhhhhh" and he went limp and hung by his arms. I took another spurt in my mouth and down my chin and onto my chest. The next I got as I closed my mouth around his dick head to capture it all. The last three of four spunk streams shot on my face, chin and chest. Even the last volleys of cum came out as thick, creamy white gobs of fuck juice. Finally his cock eruptions subsided and a bit of the creamy more clearer fluid oozed from his piss slit and stuck and ran slowly along the underside of his huge shaft as his foreskin slowly began covering that bulbous head. I felt energized by his pure copious sperm , tasting his ejaculation and his cum in my mouth, I stood and grabbed his head in my hands. I planted a kiss on his lips as Seth hung there still in the throes of sexual gratification. His cum transferred from my goatee and face to his own and I slipped my sperm covered tongue in his mouth, He responded a bit and opened his mouth so I pushed some of his cum from my mouth to his own but kept some in my mouth. I was sexually charged now and walked to his cute butt cheeks and pulled the plug from it and then spread his ass cheeks exposing his young rosebud hole. It was open a bit from the plug but basically was in tack. I licked his hole and tongued it and the deposited his cum on top of his crack and let it slid down towards his hole. As I did that, I stood up and pointed my hard death dick at his hole. As his cum and my spit mixture reached his asshole, I pressed my pozcock along his crack and rubbed and lubed my dick with the mix of his negseed and my spit. Seth was still recovered from his explosive orgasm, but I wanted a piece of him now. My cock throbbed and with this young bitch's cum scent filling my nose and tasting it, My cock became so engorged and rock hard that my mind had no other purpose except to ravage his hot ass and pump him full of my poison DNA. I just shoved my dick in hard and fast. The resistance gave my cock a bit of a dry feeling and only partial entry was gain. He was tight even after having the plug fill him for a while. I pulled out, re-lubed a bit and just shoved myself into him fully. The bitch lurched forward and let out a "Ahhhhh" as he tried to get his ass away from my intruder, but he couldn't get away far enough and with a slight step forward I fully seated my poz cock into his neg ass. Seth let out a harsh cry as my cock shot a pain through his sphincter and inner ass tube. Fuck yeah I thought as I then began to forcefully and quickly thrust my cock in and out of his ass, confident my rough thrusts were damaging his protective inner lining, making it all the more responsive to my AIDS. I liked the thought that he had already cum, that he was weakened and exhausted from orgasm, and it was time I brought him back to the real reason he was here in my dungeon. I was his there to become his Dad and master and he was there submit and serve and pleasure me. I mercilessly fucked his young asshole with vigor and held his hips as I thrust forward. I stepped forward again to really get some thrusting power and take him off his balance so that he would fall back and impale his ass on my rod when I wasn't pushing him forward with it buried in his hole. It worked as he could stay up on his toes and fell back with the ropes also pulling at him when I took a backwards thrust. He would come back just as I then pushed forward and rammed my cock into him. It resulted in us slamming together with a slapping sound as he grunted from the force. His body shook every time I pounded into him. I now reached up under his arms and wrapped my hands around behind his neck and continued a fast power fuck. I leaned forward and nibbled on his neck and bit it a bit. Fuck I was in lust sex heaven and just pounded the bitch's ass for I don't know how long. Helplessly, Seth hung there and took my fucking. All I had in my mind was to breed this young bitch and shoot my poison toxic deathseed as deep in his hole as possible. All the rest of the world went away except for the growing burning need to impregnate his raw neg ass. To not just be his Daddy, but his Poz Daddy. Ironically I do not bareback very often, I don’t spill my seed into just anyone, I had fucked with condoms for years to keep my strain of virus to myself. But now all that had changed as I felt my raw deadly cock sliding into his unprotected ass. Other than grunts and uhs emitting from Seth's mouth, the only sounds was the slapping of flesh on flesh as I was in a frenzy and wasted his hole. I was able to just get in that fuck mode and kept orgasm held off for as long as possible. I am able to sometimes fuck like an hour or so straight and only cum when my exhaustion kicks in and I was in this zone now. So now after loosing all track of time, I was tiring and knew I was approaching the moment of his conversion. I slowed my pace and set into feeling his tight abused, raw ass grip my cock. I concentrated on that feeling and felt my cock pulse and intensify in sensation. The knowledge that soon I was going to poz his neg hole that I was going to forever alter his life rapidly enhanced my sexual pleasure immensely. Knowing what I was about to made my sexual lusts surge. I began to slow down, right on the cusp of orgasm. I wanted this to be one more act of submission to me. Perhaps not the final act, but a big step. I wanted him to beg for my cum “I’m gonna fill you up, baby.” I grab his arms and push them down with my hands. “I’m going to flood you with my sperm, and when I do, my Seed will be inside you forever” “Please…please do it…” “Tell me what I want to hear…you know what I want to hear, boy…” I ordered him with ragged breaths. “I want… I want you to cum…” He whispers, “Tell me where boy, tell me where you want it… I grunt so close to the edge. “Cum … Inside me“ I am so close now.. “Say it again!” I order, feeling my balls contract. “Cum inside me! I need it, Cum inside me!” And that sends me over the top. A few more slow thrusts gave me the sense I was about to cum. I could feel my balls start to tingle with a raw sexual energy that I know can only come from having poz seed. I could feel the energy growing inside me, a burning toxic energy as my living virus exploded. I jammed my cock deep into his guts and pushed hard, shuddering as my death dick fired its’ charged bullets of pozcum from my now tightly snug balls. I leaned into Seth and pushed my cock up as deep into him as I could get it using his body to hold me up as I pressed against him and held him firm in my grip. He was stretched taut against his ropes from my weight against him as my blasts of pozspunk ejected into him over and over. Hugging him in that half-nelson, I gave my cock short little thrusts as I pressed against him more and more trying to bury my erupting organ deeper in him. The orgasm seemed to keep going as my pulsing rock hard cock sent waves of sexual pleasure through me sending me into a lustful daze. Once more I could feel some sort of a tingling sensation, sure that there was a sexual energy flowing out from my cock into his ass. I was in such a state of sexual lust that I felt every spurt of toxic viral cum pulsing through my dick as it kept surging over and over. It felt so sexually exhilarating knowing millions upon millions of my poz DNA were mixing with whatever remnants of Seth's neg spermatozoa that had entered his hole from I had first lubed him up. He was strung up like a piece of live meat and twitched about like a fly in a spider's web. All the while I hung onto him with my deathdick inside his cum laden fucked hole. At last my orgasm began to fade and the flow of my poison seed became less and less. Satisfied for now that I had started him on the road to becoming my poz son, I stood there now relaxing in the aftermath of my powerful ejaculation. My cock remained embedded up my bitch's ass, wanting to keep every drop of my poz cum inside of him, to let it have as much of a chance as possible to soak into his body and infect him. I hung onto him feeling him breath and enjoyed the feeling of my complete and total dominance and control of this young man. My libido was reeling and my sexual urges were still humming from being able to inflict whatever I so desired on this bitch slave. Regardless he was now mine to control and use and the feeling of that power intoxicated me. Yet as intense and thrilling as it was I knew this was just the start. As rough and brutal as the fuck had been there was no guarantee my Virus would take inside him. And when that time came, I wanted him to willingly as for more of virus. We stood there for a moment as I regained my breath, my hand reaching forward and slowly running down his sweat soaked body. As my cock throbbed half soft, yet still embedded in his abused ass, I took the moment to luxuriate in his sex infused body. I tasted the sweat dripping from him, inhaling the primal stink that now infused his once squeaky clean form. My questing hand moved down to find his huge uncut cock once again hard and throbbing. Such a good boy I thought, to get aroused from such a brutal fuck. I began to concentrate on my own dick now, gently moving it again, working it back into full strength for what I would hope to be the final part of his journey, at least for tonight. For the next several minutes I gently worked his sweat soaked cock while grinding my own until at last I was ready to fuck yet again. I knew I had to keep going to maintain the momentum we had started, to keep his arousal peaked and to keep my cock inside his cum soaked hole. Having cum once already, I knew it would take me longer to shoot, and so I kept up a slow but steady rhythm of fucking in his increasingly raw and brutalized ass. For Seth however, his cock was dribbling precum as I Kept him edging on the brink of orgasm. After about ten minutes of this sexual torture, I started the next phase of my plan. “You have been a wonderful, wonderful slut tonight, and you have made your master very happy.” I said, slowing my stroking hand as I sensed him once more on the cusp of orgasm. He moaned deeply as his only response. “You have taken pain from me, and pleasure, and you still want more?” Now he gave a coherent “Yes Master” in response. I smiled and started to stroke again. “And you have taken my seed deep inside you hole, and you want more?” the response was quicker and frenzied “YES Master! I want oyu to fuck me over and over again! Please! I need to cum so fucking bad, andI need your cum in me!” He begged, the need in his voice making my own cock twitched, I smiled a deep dark perverted smile this was the moment… “You want more of my charged toxic AIDS cum in you then slut?” I was tensed for the jolt that came next, and was able to keep him from pulling off my dick despite his strength, my grip and the ropes more then enough as he squirmed, impaled on my death dick. I dug my nails into his balls to quiet him as I hissed in his ear. “You wanted, no, begged for me to fulfill my most darkest most perverted sexual urges upon you slut, don’t think for a moment that something like this wouldn’t happen. You gave me freedom to abuse your body as I wish, and I intend to” I said into his ear asI ground my cock more firmly in his hole, the juices and cum making wonderful squelching noises. I could feel him in my grip, starting to shake and whimper, begging me to pull out and not to fuck him. “I have already shot in your hole slut, you already have a huge load of viral poz seed in your ass you know. But it is no guarantee that it will take. You still have a chance to be clean, just say the word slut, and I will pull out and let you go free. If you hurry and get to a doc, you might be able to stay neg you know, you might still have a chance and of course I would never..ever..bother..you..again..” I said, emphasizing each word with a hard lunge forward of my now throbbing deathdick. “All you have to say is for me to stop.” I hissed into his ear as I fucked him slowly, after a few minutes he whimpered something softly and I leaned forward. “What was that slut? Speak up for Master.” He moaned a bit louder… “D-Don’t, I…I Want it…” I grinned and slammed forward again with another wet thrust. “You need my aids cock inside you boy, is that it?” “Yes” he says at last. “You want more of my viral toxic cum, infecting your ass?” I saw, now fucking my cock into a furious pace once more. “YES!” he says, louder now. “Beg me for it slut, beg me to infect your boypussy! Beg for me to plant my AIDS deep in your hole” I shout, knowing I was quickly reaching my peak. “Poz me master! Knock me up! Infect me!” He babbled madly, the words hot enough to send me over the edge. Once more I could feel the tingling sensation in my balls beginning to crawl up my dick, the onrushing orgasm, feeling even more intense now that he was willingly asking for my death seed. I wrenched his head around as much as possible, wanting to look into his face as the moment of infection happened. I hilted deep in his ass and bellowed as the surge of sexual energy poured out of me to fill him yet again. If the virus had not yet taken root inside him it was sure to infect him this time. I could feel my cock opening up fresh rips in his ass as it sawed in and out of his spasmaming hole. My gazed locked on his as I hissed and grunted, caught up in orgasm of such power that it can only come from pozzing a neg hole. “This is it boy! Your boypussy is so ripe, so receptive to receive my virus, my poison, my toxic DNA!” I shouted, slamming over and over as the seed erupted from my cock, making sure to try and coat every last surface of his ravaged ass with it as I held him in my arms, the look in my eyes telling me everything I needed to know. “That’s it slut, just give in to the Virus and let my poz seed into you, let it infect you and your body.” I moaned, now utterly lost in the bliss of the experience. “Just let yourself go and accept my poison into you, now and forever.” I said as I stroked his cock quickly, wanting to reinforce his moment of conversation with more pleasure, I brought him swiftly to orgasm. I watched his face contort in long denied pleasure as a massive load of what I hoped would be his last negative load, poured out from his cock. For a while we came together, poz and neg seed mixing as one, yet all too soon I could feel my orgasm starting to fade. Once again the flow of tingling energy seemed to fade, signifying the end of my virus into his body as my balls finished emptying their toxic payload. I panted, catching my breath again as I simply starred into his eyes. After a few moments I kissed his face and whispered, almost lovingly to him. “You have begun a brand new journey with me my slut, from this moment onward I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my virus, over and over and over, until at last it takes root inside your body. And when that day comes, You will no longer be just a Slut, but my Son, You will forever be a part of me, because I will forever be inside you…” He said nothing, but wept gently, knowing perhaps how true what I said was. It was 2am by that point, and I decided to give my new ‘Son’ yet another reward. I gently unhooked his body from the networks of ropes and chains that had bound him for so long. Exhausted, spent and raw, he slumped against me as, still with my dick in his hole, I gently walked him to a bed I kept in the basement playroom. Together, soaked in sweat and cum, we quickly fell asleep. Over the next two days, I would finish my indoctrination of his mind, warping and breaking his will, corrupting him to belong utterly to my sexual perversions. I fucked his ass over and over, each time he would beg more and more for my toxic seed as I watched his transformation into a total obedient poz slave. It was less then a month later that he got the fuck flu, and I knew then that at last I had given ‘birth’ to my Poz Son. It was during that time that time that I started to show him my other side, the side of myself that would keep him, hopefully by my side for the rest of our lives. During the depth of his sickness I cared for him, tended to him and of course kept his ass full of my virus. I told him that he really did belong to me now, and that we were, in a very biological way, now father and son. All that was over 10 years ago. Shortly after he converted he moved into my house and changed his last name to my own. All record of his past life slowly faded away as he grew to become the perfect poz son I never had. Now I look forward to the day that he will pass on my Virus to yet another son, already we are looking at several candidates. .

As a vers guy myself (tend to bottom more than top), I love going to town eating an ass and getting in as deep as I possibly can. I’d do it for hours if the guy lets me. Love it just as much when a guy does it to me. My best experiences have been in or under rimseats and in slings. I may be in the minority here, but I love really eating a guy out after I’ve fucked and seeded his ass. I really enjoy the same from any guy who breeds me too. I know that falls more inline with felching than just rimming, but to me, eating ass is great before during and after cock.

This story is mostly true. Some made up parts to fill in blurry moments of my memory! *** My name is Luke, i'm 18 & before i went on holiday i was a virgin. Late starter maybe; It's just i had the whole idea of 'the one' in my head. Yes i'd had boyfriends, done the usual - kiss blowjob etc but so far the only thing inside my ass was a small pink dildo given to me by my friend Kyle as a jokey gift. That and my finger the odd time when super horned & wanking. Kyle was who i was going on holiday with, gay too but i have known him so long he's more like a brother to me. A brother i can still look out and see why other guys think hes fucking hot. 5'11, muscular, tanned with a light fuzz on his manly chest. Short but messily styled blonde hair & green eyes. We may have got on like brothers but we couldn't look more different. I am only around 5'7. Skinny yet toned a bit, nothing like Kyle's body. & no hair apart from my legs slightly & my head. The long floppy brown hair on my head & 'big brown eyes' are what my mum said make me look younger than my 18 years. Something that always annoys me. And something that seems to attract mostly older sleazy guys. Hence why i'd still not gone all the way with a guy. Kyle had wanted to go on holiday for so long. He had went on about getting away from his parents, having fun & doing what he wanted. This was his idea so i left the planning to him. Gran Canaria, he excitedly explained to me, is great for gay guys to party and do whatever. Definitely more his type of place by sounds but still sunny & i sure wasn't one to turn down a party! It was only the second day of the holiday and already - thanks to Kyle's social skills - we had made friends with a gay couple from England in the hotel & were all planning our first 'mad night out'. The drinks were flowing and for once it seemed i was having a better time than Kyle who was complaining of feeling unwell. Another few rounds & Kyle decided to go back to the hotel whilst i partied on with our new friends. We moved from club to club & as i drank more i wondered off into a crowded dancefloor. Realising i could see no one i recognised i was about to make a move to the door when a figure stepped out in front of me. I looked up in my drunkness & with smoke and flashing lights i could make out a tall, broad muscular, older spanish guy. He had small tight shorts on & no top, showing off his hairy chest. He handed me a drink & before i could explain to him about my friends had dragged me back into the crowd on the dancefloor. We danced as i knocked the drink back. It wasn't the nicest drink,a salty tasting cocktail of god knows what but that didn't stop me accepting a second. The lights seemed to get brighter & flashier and the music duller yet bassier. I could feel it boom through my body as i started slouching into the rockhard chest of my spanish dance partner. Woah i must have been drinking faster than i thought, suddenly i was feeling very drunk. The guy held me up against his body, leant down and whispered in my ear "you're ready baby". I could feel his rough stubble on my cheek & smell the strong cigar smoke on his breath. He pushed me along outside, still stumbling, down some dark back alleys. I don't know how long we had walked before but as we approached a building seemingly sitting alone with no windows in sight & a large metal door i remember thinking i was in trouble. I wanted to speak out, i wanted to shout but i couldn't even get a single syllable out of my drunken mouth. Inside was dark, very dark. There was loud music and again that smell of cigar smoke. Much stronger this time though. I wanted to run, scream, hit out yet at the same time i wanted to lie down. Sleep off this horrible uncontrolable drunk feeling. The man pulled my shirt off over my head and unbuttoned my jeans as he whispered in broken english about me being 'a good boy' and how much he couldn't wait for me to 'have his babies'. By now, swaying in and out of a conscious and semi conscious state, he lifted me onto a strange black swing thing and tied my arms out either side of my body. My legs were upwards, also to be tied apart but not until he had stripped me totally naked. My hairless ass on show for him to do as he pleased and my arms tied down to stop me escaping. My head thumping with the music and still dipping in and out of my surroundings and sleep i felt him push a finger into my tight hole. Unlubed and without warning - it hurt. It hurt a lot yet i was still unable to get much more than a dim mumbled groan out of my mouth. He pushed in further and wriggled his finger around. His nail nipping and scratching at my fleshy insides. I was just about getting used to this when he stopped. He was rummaging about in something i could barely make it and then again his finger was roughly poked up into my ass. This time it burnt with pain. A feeling like no other. My own fingers didn't feel like this.. Not even my pink dildo burnt like this. Slowly this numbed off as he continued his finger fucking of my ass. Still feeling like he was scraping at the insides, i started enjoying it slightly. Just as i was relaxing the tiniest bit i heard a voice from behind me. Then another from the left. And another. I tried to focus my eyes on my surroundings and for the first time through the hazy lights and thick smoke i could see a large circle of guys. Guys of all shapes and sizes. And through the music i could hear the odd word like "whore" "poz" "pig" .... I listened to them and tried focusing harder to make them out more clearly as my ass continued to be fingered. The burning sensation would come back every so often but before long i was enjoying it. Enjoying all of it. Instead of looking around in fear i was looking around at each guy and thinking of them fucking me. The finger was no longer enough. I wanted cock. Now. Fuck waiting for 'the one'. I wanted all of them. Now. The guy fingering my ass seemed to sense this as finally he manouvered and i could feel the head of his cock against my tight hole. My hole that was begging for a cock. I knew from the tip of his cockhead at my ass he was much bigger than my dildo. Much much bigger. He pushed harder and i could feel his rock hard cock head stretch my puckered pink hole. Again pain. This time pleasureable pain. I let out a moan and as i did so another guy took my open mouth as a chance to push my head back and force his thick heavy cock to the back of my throat. He pushed in as did the cock in my ass. I felt as though it would rip me open. Loud moans gagged by the sweaty, salty tasting fat cock in my throat. Slowly both guys worked into a rhythm fucking me from both ends. Widening my ass and nudging the back of my throat making me gag on my own spit and slimy vomity saliva juices. Harder and faster they thrusted until i had my first ever taste of cum. I had never let boyfriends cum in my mouth and now here i was, a mouth full of a spanish stranger's spunk. It was horrible and i started to gag and spit it out but as i did the guy fucking me leant down towards me, blew heavy smoke into my face & mouth and kissed me. He continued fucking me whilst forcing smoke and the cum down my throat worh his tongue. He picked up his rhythm and minutes later was unloading what felt like bucket loads of cum inside me. He pulled out and immediately i felt empty. Empty and in need of more cock. He started fingering the leaking spunk into my ass with his sharp nailled fingers before leaning into my ear and whispering something about "toxic loads". I wasn't really listening, i just wanted more cock in me. Luckily i didn't have long to wait as another guy came out of the darkness and in one move shoved his entire shaft into my cumfilled hole and began fucking me. Guy after guy fucked me with the only breaks coming when i was fed a salty 'water' or when i was finger fucked with that burning sensation following. I don't know how many guys dumped loads in me. A few ti

I am old school, and I have to feel totally assured my hole will be spotless before I drop into bottom hole mode. And some days it is a fast flush and I am ready, as I have gotten older it may take time to get it where I need it to be. So, if I have put in a lot of time ( and in many cases, planning what food to eat the night before to ensure a good ride) I want a good "fuck" return on my investment. I had one guy who bragged he was a extended fucker- but when he arrived, he never got much harder than half hard, and shot his load inside of 2 minutes... while I was still sucking him in an attempt to get him hard enough to fuck. My hole can handle a person who enjoys fucking and has mastered the art of fucking for several hours at a time- but that said, there are some men who think just jabbing away at the hole, too often not even at the opening , is good fucking- for those guys, 5 minutes is too long. ( and not to be a size queen, but the jabber/jammers tend to be the guys with shorter than average cock, as if they are trying to make up for length or girth with force) One on one, or in a sex club I really don't measure the time someone is fucking me, if we are enjoying it. Sure there are maybe 100 other men at a sex venue- but if I am getting a great fucking, why stop it because a 10 minute timer has dinged? What is worse, what if none of the other guys ended up wanting or able to fuck? What is frustrating for me , is having a good connection with a top, who pounds all the right spots for 20 minutes, but doesn't cum, then he pulls out and moves to someone else and slams it in and shoots his load in a minute or less.

Last night. I offered my ass on BBRT. I was contacted by a hairy bear who wanted me to leave my door open and wait for him naked, on all 4s, legs apart and presenting my hole. I waited as instructed and heard him come in. He was breathing heavily and I heard his jeans hit the floor. I felt his hands on my ass and he roughly jammed a couple of fingers up my ass. Next I felts hard cock between my cheeks, pressing on my hole. He gripped my waist and forced his cock all the way inside me up to his balls. He had one of the thickest shafts I've taken - it was a struggle. He was also wearing a heavy oockring which I slammed onto my hole with each thrust. He gave me a solid pounding till I felt his load shooting inside me. He pushed me flat on my belly and stayed in my asshole. he grunted in my ear "I'm gunna seed you again, I want you to keep my sperm deep in your gut" After 10 minute he started pumping my hole again and shot a second load. He pulled out, told me I was decent fuck, and left

Adam was a hot young man, dark brown hair, slim tight body, and boyish looking. My Bud and I noticed him at the Club a year ago. Watching him and his partner dance, we couldn't figure out if they were Lovers or just good friends. Alan, my best friend, was totally smitten with the Boy and vowed, that by the end of the evening, Adam would be his. “Nonsense!” I dismissed Alan's prediction out of hand. Now don't get me wrong. My Pal's a real hunk—tall, dark and handsome, mid-20's, and, incidentally, POZ—but sometimes a little arrogant. So I assumed my best I'm-from-Missouri pose, and leaned back as Al approached the Boy. Now Alan's a great dancer, with natural style and grace. And as he started grooving, guys turned to check him out—including Adam. The Boy gave my Bud the once-over and returned the Alan’s flashy smile. The Kid's dancing partner grew testy at Adam's flirtatiousness and stormed out the door. My friend smiled again at Adam, and soon they were dancing real close. Al whispered in his ear, and they headed to the bar. Several drinks later they came over to the table. "If you don't mind, think I'll call it a night," Al winked, as he wrapped his arm round Adam's waist. Leaning over, he whispered, "Call me in a day or two, and I'll tell you how it all came out." So what happened next? I waited 48 hours to ring up my Bud. He said that the Kid was pretty inexperienced, but loved to booze it up. After a few drinks, some Ecstasy and Crystal—not to mention Viagra to keep him hard, the Youth was perfectly disposed for the ritual ahead. I asked my Pal why he'd given Adam so much shit. He replied he wanted the Kid fucked up enough so he wouldn’t chicken out. And what exactly did my Bud have in mind? Well, he ate out Adam's smooth Boy Cunt before fucking him with his fat Cock, using only spit for Lube. Then he fucked him good with progressively larger Dildos till the Latex came out bloody. By then The Kid was so doped up he didn't even notice. Alan proposed that, since the night was young, it'd be fun to hit the Baths. Adam replied he'd never been. "We'll soon take care of that." So off they traipsed—and stayed till Sunday afternoon. "And did Adam enjoy himself?" "You shoulda seen the Kid. A couple gave him grass on top of all the other shit, and it was "Open Season on Adam" night. Man, was his Cunt dripping! The Kid could hardly walk by the time I dropped him off at home.” And what of the Boyfriend who'd stormed out of the Club? After one humungous argument, they kissed and made up and settled back into a monogamous relationship. That lasted till Adam got real sick. Concerned, the BF insisted Adam see a Doc. The Doc suspected HIV and his test results were POZ. The Doc, who knew the two of them, tested BF, too. The latter also tested POZ and got a wee bit pissed. They split. Young Adam converted to a Top and became a fixture at the Baths. His sexy good looks and naturally seductive manner masked any indication of HIV. He and Alan became best of friends and team up each week on unofficial bareback night.

A Top I fuck with from time to time, who happens to be married to a female put it best: My boi pussy isn’t closed for business for a week every month. He can dump a gallon of his nut in me all day, everyday, and there will be zero percent chance of me coming after him with child support in the future. Women suck dick like it’s a chore. Dudes suck dick like it’s a prize. Bottoms don’t catch feelings, they catch cum. Call a woman a slut, she gets mad. Call a dude a slut, he wears it like a badge of honor.

Yesterday got fucked by a black guy who found me on sniffies, works in my area and looking for a reliable cumdump to fuck anon. Of course being the pig I am for anon fucks I jumped on the occasion and got myself ready for him. Didn't hear from him the whole day and then in the evening got my first and only text from him that read "I'm downstairs. You ready to get bred?". That made my dick twitch, I send him the apt number and info, unlocked my door, got myself ready on the bed, blindfolded myself, put my jock, and waited. He wasted no time and rammed it in, I yelped in protest but he didn't care and kept going. Nice rough fuck that lasted 30 mins, he stopped a few times, I assume to edge himself with my hole, and once he was ready to cum he pushed me hard into the mattress and bred me. No words exchanged at the end, no thank you or anything, he got dressed and left in unceremonious silence. Just got 1 text an hour later that said "Great pussy. I want it on the regular". Getting the feeling I'l be seeing this guy again in the coming days 🙂

One is never enough! My profiles all proclaim, no load refused. This horny fukka wanted my cunt preloaded... it’s a horny service I love to provide. I have a list of guys that only want a seeded cunt. So this was a creaming of 2 other guys loads before he dumped his load in me to make load #3, just as he wanted! This horny cheating fukka has a bf and really is as sleazy as me and knows how to properly use a cumslut and get off in a previously used and cum filled cunt. I’m pleased to have been used by him to dump a load into and get off on a number of occasions. The latest encounter was arranged to satisfy his need for a well used and preloaded dripping cunt. I was eager for him to cream the 2 loads I had taken shortly before. A 35 yr old first visit stranger and 22 yr old regular had used me to get off and dump their anonymous seed into my cummy hole. I have no idea what This guy looks like but I know he fucks and breeds real good! He grabbed the pen to write, ‘CUM SLUT’. He then slid straight into the waiting loads and was soon creaming them good. He used my cunt to get himself off in and all too soon he was pumping his load into my spunk hungry cunt! When he had drained his balls into me he zipped his cummy cock up and left to go pick up his ignorant fella. He left me a perfectly horny CUMDUMP!

A halloween-themed club night I had a ticket for got started early when the hung young top I was giving a bed to that night arrived at mine and decided he wanted me to sit on his face. I obliged and by the time we were heading to the club; I'd had two loads from his girthy cock inside me. I was worried they might spill down the back of my demon-red jock (my halloween costume for the night). Walking around the club with my loose hole on display (and nothing but a horned devil mask to protect my dignity) proved a hit and I was treated to my third load by another masked stranger in the toilets before the night was over. I ended up bringing the HYT and two other men (another top... and a bottom who was simply too beautiful to go home alone) back to mine for a few hours of sleazy fun before I passed out. I wake up at 5:30 to find the beautiful bottom rutting himself up against my hardon in the dark - the boy needed it badly and I slowly teased open his hole with a couple of spit-soaked fingers before thrusting balls deep inside him - as a bottom myself, I was shocked at my carnal need to take him - and I fucked him raw till he begged for my load which I could barely hold back from giving him. After, we went back to sleep in each other's arms... I rode the boy later at about 10am until he came, and then got another load off the hung young top before he left for his train at 1pm. I am, in all senses of the word, completely shagged out and going to bed.

Chapter 4 The ginger bear and I continued to snog as four more loads were pumped into my guts. In the meantime the bear got a great pounding and one more load delivered with a great roar. Ginger bear suggested we leave now that our load counts were even. We scrambled around to find our strewn clothes and headed out of the woods. As I was unlocking my bike the bear invited me to his place. I tossed my bike in the back of his pickup and we were on the road. I began to worry about all the cum I had taken and asked if I should have asked status before taking cocks bare. He responded; "It's up to you kid. Maybe in the future, but it's a little late to worry about tonight." Delivered with a good natured laugh. It was not long 'til we arrived at his town house. He unlocked and invited me in the front door. The door was no sooner closed than we were snogging and ripping off each other's clothes. Both naked he pulled me up the stairs and threw me onto his king size bed. It smelled fresh, the sheets had been dried outdoors. I lay on my back and his big hairy body lay over me like a comfy quilt. He looked me straight in the eye. "So what would you like to happen here young man?" "Shit ... I don't know ... what do you want?" "I want to fuck your no longer virgin ass. " "Holy fuck ... you are massive ... I don't think I can manage it ... even with all this cum for lube. " "Don't worry, I'll open you up slowly. It won't be long 'til you beg for bigger. " "Holy shit ... I don't know... um... oh fuck it! Yeah ... fuck me , fuck me now!" He rolled me over, ate and tongue fucked my ass for the longest time. Then he started messaging and penetrating my hole with his thick fingers. He had amazing skills. When he figured I was ready he lay on his back and told me to sit on his cock; "That way you'll be in control. " I climbed on the beautiful hairy hill of his body and together we lined up his massive cock head with my hole. I tried to sit down but there was no way it was going in. He reached into his bedside table and brought out a small brown bottle. Uncapping it he took a few sniffs in each nostril. I followed his lead. My head immediately began to spin and warmth flooded my body. He encouraged me to take two more long hits per nostril. With head spinning and ass so fuckin horny I just squatted on his pole and three inches popped inside. He smiled and encouraged: "Sit on down. You're doing great. Take a bit more. " I pushed down and two more inches eased into me. As I stroked the hair on his chest and tummy he slowly and gently started to fuck me from below. After a dozen pumps he was eight inches in. I felt like I was riding a telephone pole. I was encouraged to take a few more sniffs and I was soon fully impaled loving the feel of his thick furry bush on my naked ass and taint. Again he smiled and asked; "You ready to get fucked kid?" "Five guys have already fucked me tonight, that makes six today... but, yeah, I'm ready for you to fuck the living daylights out of this newbie ass man. " And fuck me he did. First from the bottom, then missionary, then doggy. I lost track of all the positions and angles as well as the time. Back in missionary for the third time I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was getting close. His words confirmed my suspicions: "Where do you want my load kid?" "Inside me of course ... please, NO, NO ... WAIT ... what 's your HIV status?" "Poz " "Undetectable?" "Fuck no, no meds here kid, massive viral load. "

By Halloween by locked cock meant my balls were ready to explode. It was the last day of Locktober and I was ready for anything. I made sure I was ready and went to the address. When I arrived just the twink was there. He told me the party started in an hour but first he was gonna lube me up personally. He told me to get in the sling and handed me some poppers which I sniffed hungrily. He asked if I wanted more of his toxins as he wasn’t on meds yet. “Too right” I replied. He started licking my hole and then pushed his big cock into me. He said “I’m so glad your here first, I needed to make sure my DNA was in you first, opening your hole for the others”. I said “thank u, I need you in me, making me yours”. He leant over and kissed me with his cock balls deep in my hole. He told me he was going to be here all evening letting other lads and men in and out to cum and go. He started to pound harder and I felt his cock swell up even more shooting streams of cum into me. “Two of my loads in you now – think you’re mine now”.

Chapter 3 It was after dark and there were a few more cars in the parking lot when I got back to the woods. There were many more guys on the trails as well as lots of sexual activity around almost every turn. I found it hard to believe this swarm of sex had been so close all of my life and before today I had known nothing about it. I stopped to watch a group of three guys taking turns fucking a kid that couldn't have been any older than me. They motioned me closer and I reached in to confirm the cock in the ass was indeed fucking raw. Each time a top switched out it was clear there was no protection in sight. Within the next ten minutes each of the three tops bred the young man. I decided to move along and soon met a big bear of a man. His shirt was open displaying a forest of reddish hair on his solid chest and stomach. He had a medium cropped reddish beard and his nicely shaped head was shaved completely bald. When he was adjacent to me he gently reached out and pulled my face in for a passionate kiss. For the next few moments our tongues danced together. When he broke the kiss he took my hand and led me to a small clearing. Sitting on a stump he dropped my shorts and took my already hard cock deep down his throat. Having already had a couple powerful orgasms earlier my fear of cumming too soon was quickly dispelled. The sight of this ginger bear working my cock was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Soon one of his fingers was messaging my hole and my groans of pleasure betrayed I wanted more. He gently turned me around and bent me over a log. His luscious tongue, mouth and beard were applied to my ass. After a five minute tongue fucking he stood and started pushing his raw cock into my wet excited sphincter. I knew I was tight and he must have been huge 'cause there was no way that thing was going in. He tapped me on the back and invited me to taste his cock. I now knew just how huge he was. My jaw was fully stretched to manage his girth. There was no way his erect ten inches was going to fit down my inexperienced throat.. He was extremely encouraging of my efforts and soon invited me to sample his big hairy ass. I did my best to follow his example as well as the demonstrations I had been watching on porn sites. I must have done okay 'cause he was soon moaning his deep appreciation. Just as my tongue was beginning to cramp and tire he asked me to fuck him. I said I didn't have a condom and asked if he did. He responded; "You are new to this aren't you kid. " I replied; "Yes, my first day. " Him; "No need for rubber kid, just push your beaut up my ass. " So I did. Slipped right in his wet hairy hole. It was so slippery I realized the great taste while I ate his ass had been who knows how many other guys loads. As much as I was enjoying the experience of raw fucking him the question wouldn't leave my mind. My inner voice said; 'fuck it, just ask him.' "How many loads you got in there? " "Just three. " "Fuck, that's so hot. What's the most you've taken at one time.?" "Was hard to keep track. About 15 one night in a bathhouse sling. " "Holy fuck ... oh shit ... I'm ... so ... close..." "Breed me boy, let me be your first. " I was unloading as he spoke. As I caught my breath I apologized; "Sorry, you are the second. I bred a guy here this afternoon. Virgin before that though. " "Fuckin hot kid ... anyone breed your hole yet?" "Some guy was in me, but I pulled off before he could cum. ... I guess that's why I came back. I honestly regret not taking his load. But, he had just been bred with an unmedicated poz load. " "So fuckin hot." He stood,turned me and wrapped me in a huge bear hug. I had never felt so safe and cared for. I rewarded him with a deep kiss and we snogged for the next 10 minutes. "Come on kid, let's go get you some experience. " We peeled out of our shirts and pants and set off through the woods hand in hand. Coming to a large opening with ten guys in various stages of undress and sexual activity we made our way to the center of the group. We jumped right into the sexual orgy and quickly had hands and mouths all over us. I turned from sucking a thin six inch cock to see my ginger bear getting fucked by a big black man. My bear motioned for me to lean in and we resumed our snogging. Immediately I felt something at my rear door and turned my head to find the thin six inch cock entering me raw. I was surprised to hear my voice; "Yeah, fuck me. " Followed quickly by the bear; "Breed that virgin ass. Plant his first raw load deep. " We returned to snogging as the pace of fucking frantically increased. The big black guy was the first to bellow as he came deep inside the ginger bear. My top was quiet but I could feel a growing pressure from the fluids entering my gut. The twitches and spasms of the cock inside me felt fantastic. Ginger bear spoke; "Did he load you up kid?" I stuck a finger in my wet hole, then in my mouth; "Yup, he sure did." And we high fived!

Part 3 I followed the Asian guy into the toilet, noticing for the first time a biohazard tattoo at the base of his spine and again feeling the fear and excitement. The toilet was busy with people pissing and sucking. Wordlessly, they pushed me over to the basin and bent me forward. There was an old, cracked mirror facing me. In it I saw my face, flushed and eyes bright and beyond it my upraised buttocks. There were eager faces all round us and from the grins and winks, I guessed many of them knew what was happening to me. The balding guy got behind me and I heard him say “Give him some poppers. He’ll need them!” Someone produced a bottle and made me sniff deeply. As the rush hit me, I felt a stab of something blunt against my arsehole. It was huge! I yelped and looked in the mirror to see the scorpion tattooed guy behind me, cock in hand, pushing the metal-ringed tip into my hole. More poppers and then it began to open me up. Would it ever stop? How could I take it? And then, with a brutal shove, the blunt, slimey head and ring burst into me followed by the delicious, slippery rush of the shaft until I was impaled and clinging onto the basins helplessly. He began to move slowly in and out. Each time my hole relaxed a little more until he was able to kick my legs apart and sink right up me. I gasped with pleasure and lay there helplessly as he buggered me. In the mirror, I could see faces peering down to watch the monster cock fucking me and it looked like a vision from hell as they licked their lips and egged him on. “Fuck It!” “Give it to him! “Bastard’s loving it.” Slowly, methodically then faster and faster he worked his way towards a climax. I knew I was being impregnated for sure this time, but I was helpless to resist. He was gasping now and his huge cock was ramming deep in me with every thrust. “Cumming!” He gasped and pushed as deep into me as he could. I felt his cock pulse and he grunted loudly as he spurted. Then he shuddered and laughed. “Phew! That was nice” Everyone jostled round to watch his massive, wet cock slide out of me and I felt my body sag as it flopped out. I was exhausted as I lay there over the basin, my gaping hole wet and dripping with cum. The Asian guy ruffled my hair and bent forward to kiss me. “Good boy,” he said. “Join the club” Then they left laughing together. Before I could move, I felt bodies pressing against me and various fingers slid up my puffy hole. “Yeah, he spunked up him alright.” I went to get up, but hands held my shoulders down. Someone said. “Not so fast. There’s plenty more here for you.” Before I could protest, I felt a flabby, wet body against my thighs and a long, thin cock slid easily up inside me. In the mirror I saw the grinning face of an old, bald man with earrings and sagging cheeks as he fucked me and I groaned with disgust but just lay there as he buggered me and then I felt the piss splash over me from the other men and sank into depravity…

After several agonizing minutes, I saw them both back on screen. Joey wasted no time and went in for a kiss while grabbing the latin man's dick through his boxers. Poz latin grabbed Joey's shirt and pulled it off. He pushed him onto the bed and quickly yanked on Joey's pant legs to pull off his unhooked jeans. He wasn't even wearing any underwear. My poz latin man crawled between Joey's legs and kissed his thighs, eliciting seductive looks with lip biting from Joey. I watched with fascination as my poz latin moved from the thighs to Joey's dick, licking first the balls and then sucking to full erection. He moved to kiss up Joey's chest and nipple and even moved to his armpits. He pulled back and made a face and I heard him say "deodorant". Joey smiled awkwardly and the poz latin smiled back and pulled both Joey's legs up on his shoulders leaning in for a kiss, which put Joey's ass in the right position for him to grind his dick on. He had to have gotten hard and I heard their moans for a couple of minutes as I stroked my own cock wondering if Joey would let him in raw. As I had expected, Joey pushed on my latin man's chest and said, "wait, I have a condom in my jeans." As he got up to grab it from the floor, my man grabbed a bottle of lube from the desk. Standing on his knees on the bed, he watched as Joey crawled back on with condom in hand. He sucked his dick for a bit, though it was more like he was being skull fucked. Joey removed the condom and handed it to my poz latin, then flipped around to face the other way. I watched as the latin squirted some lube on his hand and rubbed it briefly on his cock before wiping his hand on Joey's ass. He put the condom on, making a show of it and smiling at the camera. Joey looked back to see him squirting lube on his covered dick and then moving to finger lube into Joey's hole. "Ow," he cried as my latino's fingers dug in. I saw him pull his fingers out and wipe his hands on a hand towel on the table. I watched him line his cock up behind Joey and then push in. Gasps escaped Joey's mouth as my latin man didn't stop until he bottomed out. He didn't wait for Joey to get used to his dick, just started thrusting into him. I saw him add more lube and then run his hands down Joey's back to his shoulders, pushing them down while Joey lifted his ass up, letting him enter more. "Fuck yeah, like that, you feel so tight. I bet you love this thick dick ripping you apart." Joey could do more than groan in reply. His head flopped over to face the camera and I could see his eyes scrunched up. He was in pain, I could tell. Yet he was loving the torture. The latin leaned back and grabbed his phone from the table. He fucked more and aimed his phone at the action and pulled all the way out. I watched as he pulled the condom tighter on his dick and saw it give. He pulled the latex back up to his head and added more lube before going back in, all one handed as his phone recorded the action up close. His thrusts this time looked more purposeful. Or maybe that was just me. I looked at Joey's face again and he still had his eyes shut, though he seemed to be enjoying it more. I watched as my poz latin built up to a frenzy before it looked like he finally came. His last few thrusts being deep and hard. He was still recording as he pulled out, still hard, the condom bunched up at the base of his dick. He rubbed Joey's ass and back as he aimed the phone at Joey's hole. He fingered it and smiled, pleased by his work. I saw Joey's eyes open and my heart skipped a beat at being caught, but they closed once more when he aimed his dick back in and thrust once or twice and pulled out again. He put his phone down under the pillow and then entered him again, this time reaching under Joey with both hands to bring him up to a kneeling position, his back pressed against the poz man's chest. He reached down to Joey's dick with one hand and rubbed Joey's chest with the other as he thrust into him, fucking him while jerking him off. Joey's load came quick, shooting high. his deep breathing and moans were warning enough that they sat back on their feet and leaned back so the cum could shoot high and onto Joey's chest and face. As that all happened, my poz latin looked right at the camera and winked. That set me off and I came all over my chest, the first spurt hitting my chin. I cleaned up with a hand towel as I watched him push Joey face down on the bed again. He pulled out completely and reached under the pillow and pulled out what looked like like a used condom that was tied off. He held it to his own cock as he peeled off the broken one and then hid the broken one back under his pillow. "Fuck that was amazing man," he said. Joey looked up at him and nodded, hardly able to say a word. He watched as the poz latin threw the full condom in the trash can and then lay his head back down. After Joey caught his breath, he cleaned up and went on his way.

I woke up on a mattress on the stone floor of an unfurnished room. My body ached all over as I tried to remember how i'd ended up here. I was feeling weak and sore, my body bruised and scratches on my arms. I reached down and felt between my legs and around to my ass. Swollen & still gaping open, it was covered in dried, crusted on cum & blood. As i touched it & a sting of pain shot through me from inside, a flash back of a fist punching into it ran accross my mind. Flashes of cocks thrusting into me. Loads being dumped into me. And of needles being pierced into my arms. I shuddered at the thought yet at the same time felt my own cock twitch with excitement. I quickly moved my hand away & tried to get up off the mattress. I needed out of here. I needed to go home. I stumbled onto my feet and made my way to the large metal door. Locked. I shook the door by the handle & started shouting for help. Nothing. I continued for as long as my weak body could before giving up and returning to the stained mattress. I curled up & cried. The door flung open.. Waking me from a light sleep. "Calmed down have we?" Hugo was standing in the door way holding a tray. "Eat up!" he said thrusting it down towards me. Starving i hardly even looked at the food as i gobbled it down. He threw a pair of boxers at me telling me to put them on & come next door. I did as i was told and followed him into what i guessed was his own bedroom. The room was furnished. Large bed, closet & drawers with a lamp & massive tv. He got onto the bed and patted beside him inviting me. I climbed on as he switched the tv on without saying a word. Straight away i noticed the naked tied body on screen. Me. I was still blindfolded as a man slapped my face and laughed, my head swaying from side to side. He took the blindfold off and started fucking me. My eyes were opening but i had a glazed over look. Not focusing on anything. He fucked away at my lifeless body before moaning and walking off, seemingly having filled me with his cum. Guy after guy fucked me as i lay and watched with shock and joy at the same time. Guys were fisting me deeper than i thought possible. I even had 2 cocks in my ass at one time. I saw myself be injected. There was times i seemed more alive and awake too but still i remembered none of this. I was taken off the bed and into the room i had woken in that morning. Seemingly more awake now i was sucking any cock that came near my face as still guys fucked me. Hugo flicked the images forward, zooming by countless loads in my ass, cocks in my mouth, before stopping at an image of me lying on the mattress. The camera was at the bottom of the mattress currently only showing my feet as i lay on my back. Hugo came on screen and lay along side me before lifting my flailing body on top of him. He sat us both us. I watched the screen intently as it showed Hugo's massive pierced cock slid into my cumfilled sloppy hole. I noticed the piercing had changed from his usual heavy ring. It was smaller, a spiky looking ball ending to it. I watched as he fucked in and out of my body. His balls slapping against my slim asscheeks. Slowly i saw his dick becoming slightly red tinged as it fucked in and out. Redder & redder with each thrust. Still on the screen i seemed out of it, oblivious to the blood streaming from my ass all over Hugo's fat cock. I watched as Hugo grunted & jolted as he shot his thick toxic load into my torn ass. Fucking the pink fluid that started leaking out back in. He lifted me off his cock, releasing excess cum and blood flowing out of my ass and lay me on the bed. Hugo flicked off the tv and smiled at me. I smiled back. I wanted to stay here forever.

I’m not going to give away where exactly this happened. Small town Italy, the guy probably is closeted and flying as far under the radar as possible. Just picture a hot sunny summer day, a sleepy little small town square, and me – hungry and thirsty from a long, tough morning of cycling the hilly countryside – settling down at an outdoor table of a sidewalk café for lunch – a café which is more than half empty. The server soon set me up with some food, a glass of wine, and a big bottle of water. I was halfway done with my meal when something happened that made my neck swivel very quickly. That’s when this Italian wet dream man walked slowly right past my table into the indoor bar area. Classic Italian good looks – olive skin, curly black hair, lean hard body, clearly visible through a skin-tight t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugging pants that looked painted on. The bulge was enticing, the butt downright tempting. My dick twitched in my cycle shorts and started to grow with just that one glance. But first things first, I was still thirsty and hungry. And anyway, he didn’t reappear after he slipped inside. Probably busy knocking back a drink and flirting with the girl who had waited on me. I finished eating, and as I was sipping the last of the water, he appeared again at the far door and lit a cigarette. As he took his first puff, his eyes locked with mine. To anyone else watching, it might have appeared innocent, but there was no way I could mistake the gesture as he slid his hand down and adjusted himself in his tight pants. I waited about 30 seconds, and then oh-so-casually got up and sauntered inside to find the toilet. Inside the tiny men’s room, I peeled down my bike shorts and pulled out my growing dick. A bit difficult to piss with what I had in mind, but I managed to get the stream going all right. Then the door opened, and he was standing right beside me, pulling his meat out and looking down at mine as he began to piss. I waited no longer. I put my hand on his butt and gave it a squeeze. He smiled at me and licked his lips. After we both finished pissing, he grabbed my hand and wrote an address on it – then left the men’s room quickly. I adjusted myself as best I could, went out to pay my bill, and then grabbed my phone and looked him up. Just 2 blocks away, and I hopped on my bike and shot over there – coming around the corner just as he reached the door and turned to see me rolling up. He was waiting to let me into the old building, and to lead me up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor up. All the way I was feasting my eyes on that beautiful ass that I was about to make my own. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he pushed right up against me and ground his crotch against mine as he mashed his mouth onto my face and thrust his tongue between my lips. Man, this Italian guy was hot as a firecracker and really ready to take me on! I reached around, grabbed his ass and began kneading it through his tight pants. I could actually feel his dick getting bigger and harder against mine with each beat of his pulse. He dropped to his knees and forced his face into the bulge in my shorts. He soon had my dick leaking a steady stream of precum, my juice soaking into the material of my shorts. But it was time for me to get a taste of him. I reached under his armpits and pulled him up again. In no time, I had his t-shirt off and his pants undone, and then bent him over and forced my face into his tight butt crack, my tongue probing for his hole. The musky scent from deep inside his ass made my cock jump again and again. I tore myself away from him, peeled my cycling jersey up and over my head, and my bib shorts down to the floor so I could kick them off. Then back into his crack I dove. I pushed him down onto the sofa on all fours and really went to town on his tight hole, until I had him moaning and squealing with each thrust of my tongue. Then, my favourite moment: the moment when a good bottom’s hole suddenly relaxes and blooms, ready for my big tool to fix whatever’s wrong inside there. I stood up, spit on his hole once and my hand twice, stroked my cock with it, and then nudged the bare tip against his tight ass and began to lean on him. He dropped right down onto his belly and lifted his ass into the air, all in one second, and the head of my hard cock popped inside his hole like magic. He moaned even louder and began trying to back up onto me. I leaned; he pushed. In next to no time, I felt my low-hanging balls come to rest against his taint, and knew I was all the way into him – 8½ inches of all the way. I’d love to tell you all about how I ravaged his ass for three hours and dumped sixteen loads inside him, but that would be stretching the truth even more than my big meat was stretching his hole. This guy was so tight that it felt like I had taken his cherry, but his talented stroking of my cock with his muscles made it plain that he had been there more than a few times and knew just how to make a top feel good. It took me only seconds to work up from the first slow in-and-out motions to the point where I was pounding his hole furiously, my balls slapping hard against him, and his loud moaning and inarticulate cries were driving me at top speed towards the finish line. All at once, I felt the regular rhythm of his ass muscles deteriorate into uncontrolled spasms – which quickly yanked my load up out of my balls and sent it rocketing into his colon, at the same time as his sperm spurted out all over his sofa. I was nowhere near finished, and neither was he. I lay flat on top of him as my breathing returned to normal, but his ass went right back to milking me and kept my dick rock-hard in his hole. Before long, I started slowly pumping again and his moans and sighs of satisfaction said it all, from his point of view. Having come once, fast, I was now ready for a longer session. I stroked him deep and shallow, going from teasing his ring with the head to plumbing the depths with the whole shaft. I fucked fast; I fucked slow. I took him through all the basic positions, and a few extras that didn’t get into many of the sex manuals. From time to time, I shot some more spit onto my dick to keep the fun going. After about half an hour of this second fuck, he began panting and I knew he was close to coming. So I rolled him onto his back, picked up the speed, concentrated on the warm feel of my own seed around my cockhead inside his slick channel, and in just a few more seconds I was ready to shoot. I started to warn him, and got as far as shouting, “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna…” when his cock lifted off his belly and machine-gunned his face and chest with shot after shot of his mancream. That sight set me off (it always does) and I blasted a second load of my fuckjuices deep into his guts. We lay there kissing and cuddling for another half hour or so, and then I got up, dressed and left. We did exchange phone numbers and names, but I honestly never expected to see Franco again. Fast forward two weeks. End of my holiday, I went for a few days of R & R at Sitges before heading home to get back to the grind. The day I arrived, I was lying out on the beach, grabbing some rays, when I felt a shadow fall across me. I opened my eyes and looked up. The long, lean body of the guy looking down at me was familiar, the tiny, tight speedo grabbing my attention at first. Then I took a second look and recognized Franco. I pulled off my mirrored shades and watched as his face lit up. Ten minutes later we were back in my room, his speedo was on the floor, mine was already wet with precum, and my face was buried deep in that tempting ass again. My R & R turned out to be not so restful or relaxing after all. We spent the next 4 days together, most of it “together.” That’s when I planted the other 14 loads far up inside his tight, hot fuckhole – not to mention several more loads of sperm that I pumped into his mouth and down his throat.

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I was fisted for the first time after I had been gang fucked. Before I was fisted they inserted a couple pool balls and a beer bottle into my hole. I never use toys when I am alone, but I do not object if my fister starts to open up my hole using objects or toys before getting one or both of his hands into my hole.

Sadly, 2020 was my lowest partner count since I was 19. I amass much of my huge annual partner count by going to sex events like Folsom, CLAW, Pig Week and Fist Fest, as well as clubs and baths and stays at sex resorts when I travel. With all that off the menu for 202, save for the local bathhouse and bar with a play area that opened in July, there wasn't much beyond hookups apps, and those tend to have more ghosts than a haunted house. Happily, by mid-2021 everything was back on track and I've been to a number of sex events and sex resorts, with more coming up in a 2 weeks. My partner count is just below 300 with the 10 days of Pig Week still to go. I will easily top 450 if not 500 partners for this year like I normally do (my best year was 903 partners)

I love taking a sound up my cock feeling it stuffed.

Racism I expect

If I only could pick one, I prefer GIRTH over l-e-n-g-t-h. I love the feeling of being stretched past my limit and so full of a Top’s dick inside me. Plus the pressure of a thick cock pushing on my P-spot drives me insane. To add to it, the feeling of a thick cock pulsating in my overstretched hole as he nuts inside me is just the most delish feeling ever.

I get turned on by the word "penis" It's formal and the scientific term, I guess that's what makes it so hot. Something about it feels primal and animalistic or really perverted, like just a basic thing about anatomy, yet I'm so drawn to it...drawn to penis. I like when a guy reminds me that I'm sucking his penis, that his hard penis is in my mouth, that I love to eat sperm from mens' penises.

I took a load last night and the pleasure of feeling his load drip out is second to none. As I walked I could still feel his moisture in me. Great feeling.

Last night with my boy, Drew and my buddy, Steve. After an hour of ass eating and cocksucking, Drew lay on the bed face down. I mounted him and went balls deep up my boy's hole. Steve mounted me and ripped my hole wide open. He's got a massive cock and he's a ruff cocksman. He pounded my hard which made me thrust into Drew. I shot first and had to endure at least 10 more minutes of Steve wrecking my hole. He finally creamed my ass and rolled off. Drew got on top of me and shoved his cock up my gaping asshiole. He fucked me and mixed his sperm with Steve's. I fukkin luv being a cum hole for those two

I sucked my first cock when I was about 13. My best friend took me over to a guy’s house who was probably in his 50’s. He showed us some porn and when I got hard he pulled my cock out of my shorts and started stroking it. Next thing I know I’m in his bed sucking his cock. I have loved sucking cock and swallowing cum ever since. It turned out that my friend set me up. I guess he knew I would like it. And he was 100% correct!

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

oh when I bottom, I am a huuuuge cumdump. East Van

Agree with barebob. For as long as the TOP wants. My hole is his to use for his dump. As long as I get loaded I love the fuck. The penetration, the banging against my prostate, the walls of my ass and lips of my hole. It is all good.

More active. As a regular attendee at group sex events pre-pandemic, this didn't really change for me. Yes, in the sense that the regular parties and bathhouses/saunas were officially closed. But I easily found difficulty finding quite a few unofficial/"underground" events to attend Those were invite-only of course, but as I work (off-camera) in the porn industry I had contacts for these types of parties (as I said the bathhouses/saunas were "officially" closed, some held private events). Notably, those underground parties seemed to be a lot piggier and hardcore than the typical official event prior to Covid - possibly selection bias that it was mainly the most piggy guys that were still attending things like that?

I was later in age , my father knew his Brother and his son was gay , I was sent there for 2 weeks / vacation . Soon as I got there - my Uncle in his late 30's / Cousin in 22 yrs old - they offered me a drink - helping unpacking my clothes - sharing a bed room with my cousin ! Then , there was a party the first time and my cousin / I went to it - girls and guys older than me - drinking and smoking weed ! Ten , I was high - made it back to the house - my cousin offered me aspirin for a hangover - knocked me out . The morning - felt sore - had breakfast - trying the Hot tube - drinking , smoking weed - relaxing ! Another party but just guys - smoking weed and drinking - guys showing off their dicks - stroking - cum loads - again I was surprised ! Then again , my cousin offered me a aspirin for hangovers - knock me out - woke up sore - Hot tub again ! While after the Hot tube - a suggestion was made - getting a tan - taking off my swim suit - naked now - my cousin offered some lotion to protect my skin ! Soon , my Uncle came with a drink for me - adding more lotion - his hands roaming - into my butt cheeks - rubbing - rubbing my hole . M Cousin was naked too - lotion up - he even suggested playing with my dick - getting it hard ! Soon , it was normal being naked - erections - drinking - smoking weed ! Woke up again and being sore - I knew the Hot tube - relaxing and having Fun - they ( Uncle and Cousin ) treated me very well - protecting my skin with lotion - the rubbing my hole becoming normal - little bit harder - some finger tips in my hole - added watching some porno movies . Soon , I was sucking my Cousin dick that night and his hands roaming around my butt hole - grease - lubing . Next day was the same routine and my Uncle came out to the HOT tube naked ! He was huge - 6'7" , 300 lbs , Monster Uncut Dick 12 inches or better - picture of Drink juice and Big Fat joint ! He sat to the edge of the Hot tube - his huge dick hung over the edge - called me to come over to him - his son behind me - feeling his erection up my butt . I was drinking - smoking weed - getting so fucked up - staring at his huge cock - soon told to grab it - stroke it - sucking it ! My Cousin was already fucking me - I was a piece of meat being used ! About 1 hour later , offered a aspirin - was knocked out - for awhile - waking up - spread on the table - my Uncle fingering my ass hole - stretching - lots of lube - poppers - he started ramming his huge dick in me ! Soon , their was No relief , I was humping up and down on his huge dick - smoking weed - poppers - drinking - I was becoming a slut ! Next day about the same except being taught lubing my ass hole - being fucked and stretched - sucking is a normal thing to do . Teaching me to lube and play with my ass hole . I traveled back home - putting my clothes in the washing machine - my mother went to the grocery store and being a lone with my father ! He was asking questions about my vacation - telling him it was so so ! He dropped his pants , exposing his huge dick , asking ," Is my Dick bigger than my Brother ( Uncle ) dick ? " Oh My God ! Came up closer to my face - telling me to suck it - I did so ! " Several times we traveled together - sometimes at a wooden park - he was fucking me raw - offering me to his friends ! Mother caught us - she was pissed off - gotten a divorced from my Dad - still had some visitation time with Dad !

SOP is great. Was horny to see someone I'd been at a work conference with that day, in there in waders and rubber jock like I was. Made sure we bred and baptised each other

DMV Chub Bottom for use

Through the year I have had numerous bareback group sessions, but none as memorable as getting used by a guy from Newcastle and his 5 friends in June. The night started off with me arriving at his. As per usual, we quickly turned our attention from catching up on what's happened in our lives since my previous visit to getting naked and into play. My friend, is 42, ex-rugby player turned P.E. Teacher, has a reasonable frame, and reasonably muscular without being overly "ripped". At 6'2" his height, size and frame make it easy for him to take command of me with my slight figure. For the sake of anonymity I shall refer to him as Ben. Ben has been poz from 2 years now, and has to date managed to avoid going onto meds, but he and I have been playing together since 2005. This night in June, started off like many of our previous meets, with the two of us, playing, sucking, him fucking me a little, with him edging to avoid cumming before he was good and ready. Ben often becomes very physical in sex and likes to pin me down, and throw me around a little. Part way into the session he took out some of his restraints, and tied me to the bed. He then told me that he would really like to see me getting used by his mates (He and I had never done group sessions together, though he had heard about my various escapades). He then left the room to call some of his friends. Over the course of the next hour, 4 of his mates arrived, and having introduced them to me (his helpless sex-slave chained to the bed), they turned their attention to fucking my arse and mouth. 2 of the guys looked to be in their 20's, and of reasonable fitness, with very well maintained bodies. The other 2 guys were probably somewhere between 45 and 55, a good chest of hair, and somewhat less toned (but not fat). ALL of them had rather large cocks (7-9 inches). The each took it in turn to use my hole, and to dump their seed (poz or neg I don't know), and once they were all done and had left, Ben came back to finish off the job and add his load to the mix. Afterwards, he untied me, and thanked me for not complaining, and for taking his mates without question, and hopes that in my next visit, I'll let him arrange for more of his friends/fuckbuddies to come and play.