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Happy Better Next Year Everyone!!! Part 17 The next couple months just seemed to fly by. Of course, the sex between us was non stop. And we did quite a few more shows for Dante and Carlos, including my first gangbang. They got me spun as fuck and 19 guys dumped 25 loads in me that night. The icing on the cake was it ended with my first fisting. Colt did the honours, and I couldn't have been happier as I looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes through my meth and popper haze as his knuckles pushed past my sphincter and my ass lips closed around his wrist. I slipped into another plane as his big hand brutalized my prostate eventually milking an earth shattering orgasm from me. My favourite show however, was the day a local leather bar shut down for a private party and Colt and I were the guests of honour. We played two straight cowboys who wandered into the leather bar by mistake. We soon realized our mistake of course, but it was too late for us. We were grabbed and quickly shackled. Our clothes were torn from us and we were both slammed. What followed was three hours of non stop fucking. We played our parts well and fought against our captors as they strapped us down over the bar. We screamed as our "virgin" holes were ripped open by big hard man cocks. We begged for mercy and pleaded as we were raped and bred over and over. I admit it was all kind of one big blur as the men went between me and Colt, keeping our asses full the entire time. There was like 30 men there. So we had at least 20 loads pumped into each of us. The video ended with us being forced into cages for a future slave auction. It was a lot of fun, and we made good money from it. A couple weeks later it was the Friday before spring break. Colt and I had decided to take a trip to Florida and see what kind of trouble we could get into. I mean, thousands of drunk horny college boys who don't always get pussy, something's bound to happen. Especially with Colt in a pair of tiny white speedos that are practically see through advertising his huge cock and world class ass. Even straight boys wouldn't be able to refuse that! Of course, someone had different plans for us. I was surprised when I got a notice to go to the principal's office after last period, and even more surprised when I saw Colt already sitting there waiting. I got real nervous. What if someone had spotted us during one of our on campus hookups? I could only imagine what was going to happen. I didn't say anything as I sat down next to Colt. He didn't either, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Eventually, the office door opened and Sarge stepped out. We called him Sarge, because he had been a Sargeant in the Marine Corps before getting his teaching degree and moving up into administration. And he ran the school with military efficiency. He was both feared and respected. You did not fuck with this man. He was only 5'10", but he was jacked. I mean, I assumed he was. He always wore a suit, but you could see his bulging muscles underneath. And his steele blue eyes could bore right into your soul. They sat above a crooked nose that you could tell had been broken a couple of times, and a strong square jaw that looked like it could chew metal. He topped it off with his silver buzz cut which completed his commanding, authoritative look. The man meant business! "You may go ahead a leave Mrs. Dubois." He said to his assistant. He never used people's first names. It helped keep his air of authority. "I'll probably be with these boys for a while." Colt and I just swallowed nervously. "Yes Sir, Sarge." She said as she gathered her things. "You have a nice break now." Colt and I watched her leave before turning our gaze back to Sarge. He just looked down on us menacingly, and without a word, Colt and I stood with our heads bowed and slunk into his office. Sarge locked the door as we sunk down into the chairs at his desk. "Did I tell you you could sit?" He barked at us. "No Sir!" We both shouted, instinctively standing at attention. Sarge just silently eyed us as he slowly sat in his chair. Sweat broke out on my brow, and a quick glance at Colt, I could see it on him too. Sarge turned to his laptop and started typing. Then he slowly turned it toward us. My blood ran cold. There, on the screen, was me and Colt, in the leather bar, getting railed. Sarge typed a couple keys and the video switched. Now it was me getting fisted. Another switch and it was Colt getting gangbanged. Switch after switch revealed that Sarge had every one of our shows. The nervous sweat just poured off me. "Well, Mr. Sawyer, Mr. Collins." Sarge finally said. "It seems the two of you have the most interesting hobby." Colt and I stood there in dead silence, shaking from nerves. Sarge sat there enjoying our uncertain fear. "STRIP!" He finally ordered us. Colt and I didn't even think. We were naked in a flash, returning instinctively to attention. Sarge stood up and walked around us, taking in our young, naked bodies. He snickered as he grabbed my crotch which was locked up. Colt had put the cage on me a couple of days ago. "I definitely would have pegged you to be the bitch in this relationship, Collins." He sneered. "If I hadn't seen the evidence that you're both a couple of bitches!" He released my crotch and grabbed Colt's, squeezing it. "But you both can be a couple of bulls too. I like that." He continued. "Now, bend over and spread your legs!" Colt and I complied as Sarge walked around behind us. He licked his fingers and stuck one in each of our holes. "You sluts have pretty loose pussies already for a couple of 18 year olds." He laughed as he fingered us. "But I guess from what I've seen, it's to be expected." He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Colt by the hair, forcing him to his knees. He dragged Colt's head to my ass and pushed his face against it. "Start eating that pussy, faggot!" He ordered Colt. "Since this little bitch is locked up, I guess he's the one gonna get fucked!" My fear was gone now, quickly replaced with horny lust as it was obvious we weren't in trouble for anything. Who knew Sarge wasn into this shit too? My cock strained in it's confines as Colt hungrily devoured my hole. "That's it faggot." Sarge encouraged him. "Get that pussy nice and wet. That loose cunts not getting any other lube!" Colt doubled his effort getting as much spit into my hole as he could before Sarge pulled his head off me. "Now fuck the bitch!" He demanded. Colt stood up and placed the tip of his now rock hard dick against the pucker he knew all too well. Without hesitation, he started to pushed into me. Even with my spit wet hole hole, I was pretty dry, and it hurt. But Sarge didn't care. "Get that dick in him NOW, faggot!" Sarge yelled at Colt. Colt just grabbed my shoulders and used his strong abdominal muscles to force his cock into my defenseless hole. I moaned out in pain as Colt bottomed out in me. "Oh yeah." Groaned Sarge. "That's what I like to see. Two young bucks like you. Now fuck the bitch!" Colt gripped my shoulders tight as he started slamming into me. My eyes watered from the friction as Colt sawed in and out of me. Then Sarge pulled a little brown bottle out of a drawer and held it up to me. I was thankful as I desperately huffed the fumes which provided much needed relief to my anal passage. Soon I was moaning in lust and begging for Colt's hard fuck. "Oh yeah boys." Sarge groaned as he watched the show. I saw him pull his hard cock out and Jesus. It was huge! Not long, maybe 7 inches, but fat! Fatter than Colt's! It took both of Sarge's hands to go around it as he stroked himself. Colt was so turned on by this whole scene I knew he was about to nut, and sure enough, a few strokes later and I felt the soothing cum erupting from him, offering a little relief to my burning insides. The relief was short lived however, as Sarge made me lie on his desk with my legs in the air. He smiled as he looked as Colt's cum dripping out of my hole. "Clean his cock bitch!" He ordered as he grabbed my thighs and pressed his cock head against my dripping cunt. I opened my mouth and Colt placed his slimey cock into it right as Sarge slammed his fat torpedo right into me in one hard thrust. My scream was muffled by Colt's big cock in my throat. "Fuck yea!" Sarge grunted as he held my thighs tight and jack hammered my hole. "I love to hear my bitches scream!" My eyes filled with tears as Colt grabbed the poppers and held them under my nose. Once Colt pulled his cock out, my cries had turned to moans as Sarge pounded me relentlessly. "Oh God yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me Sarge!" I begged. "Give me that fat cock Sir! Fuck my pussy, FUCK ME!" Sarge just smiled sadistically as he brutally rammed me. Soon he buried himself in me and let out a growl as I felt his cock throb and flex as he seeded me. When he was done, he pulled out and looked at Colt, snapping his fingers and pointing to his crotch. Colt was on his knees in a flash in front of Sarge with his mouth wide open. He dutifully cleaned it all off before Sarge pushed his head back toward my hole. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He directed Colt. "And you bitch, push those loads out!" He commanded me. I did as I was told and could feel my hole expand as it made wet farting sounds as I pushed the cum out. "Oh, such pretty pussy lips." He moaned. "So pink and puffy. Such a nice used cunt." I squeezed out all I could onto Colt's waiting tongue. After he swallowed it down, Sarge told us to get dressed and leave. As we were about to walk out the door, he stopped us. "Sawyer, Collins." He barked as he held out a piece of paper. "My place, tommorow. 6pm. Bring your football uniforms. DON'T BE LATE!" "Yes Sir." Was all we could manage to say as we left his office. That night Colt unlocked me so I could fuck him and get some release after what had happened. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms contemplating what could be in store for us tomorrow. Also, we wondered. If Sarge knew about our video antics, did anyone else?

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

Been talking to this local bi dude who likes anon beefy ass to breed and things aligned on NY day and he came over and found me ass up. Nice cock slipped it in with spit and he started pounding away. He was pretty quiet so I was alternating between gripping his cock with my ass muscles and relaxing About 15 minutes later he dumps his load, washes up and tells me he definitely wants to come back again. Messaged him after to say thanks for the load and ask if he likes loose hole or a grip and he said he loved me gripping his cock and he was getting hard walking down the street, could he come back. I don’t turn down cock so I assumed ass up, blindfolded and this time he went to town and dumped a second load. That sent me into heat so messaged a neighbor that I know likes sloppy holes and he came right over and added a third. Here’s to taking loads after two years of COVID.

Perpetually horny bb bttm here. Went to Flex in Atlanta last night around 10pm. Asked for a larger room and ended up with a sling room. Walked around for a while with nothing on, but a chastity cage. Then went back to the room, left the door open, lubed up my ass, got in the sling and put a blindfold on. Couple guys fucked me early, but didn't want to cum so early in the night. Later a guy started feeling my ass and slid his dick in me. He pounded me for a while then unloaded his 1st load in me and kept going and bred me a 2nd time. Took a break from the sling, put my jockstrap on, walked around then got on the fuck bench and waited. Couple guys fucked me a little, but pulled out without cumming. Then I felt a big dick slide in me and got pounded by a guy that eventually dropped 2 loads in me back to back without pulling out. After a lull in the action, an early 30s muscular black guy walked up in the hall and said let's go somewhere. I said I have a room and we headed that way. He pulled out a nice big dick probably 9". I climbed in the sling and he fucked me for a while giving me 2 loads. We took a short break and laid on the bed. He asked if I was ready to go again and he got behind me fucking me doggy style and eventually dropped 2 more loads in me. Took another break and while walking around another early 30s muscular black guy walked up and asked if I wanted more loads. I asked had he bred me any tonight. He replied he did in the sling in the room and on the fuck bench earlier. Damn. We went back to the room and climbed on the bed. Between fucking me doggy style and pushing me on my stomach he fucked another 7 loads in me! Kept feeling him pump load after load inside me. Love to feel that! Afterwards I walked around a bit and it was nearing 6am and time to check out of the room. Left and headed back to the hotel a couple.blocks away. As I started to undress to get a shower I bent over to pick up my jockstrap and felt a shot of cum spurt out of my ass. Lol! All in all took 15 loads from 2 guys! Going back to Flex tonight and will be at the Red Roof Inn Saturday night.

Part 6 - The Final Descent Noah was really quiet in the backseat as we drove back to the motel. I couldn’t blame him for being upset. He had just been humiliated in front of and potentially rejected by his parents. The air in the motel room was heavy with the scent of sex and body fluids. Reid and I had the intention of sleeping once we arrived at the motel room, but Noah stripped and jumped onto the bed. He began stroking his cock. “Fuck! That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me! Today is the best day of my life!” Reid and I looked at each other, completely perplexed. “Reid, tell every top in the city! I need to get fucking filled. My boyhole is my gift to the community.” Reid sat down on the bed with a look of concern on his face. “Noah, it’s OK to be upset. We can just relax tonight. You don’t need to —.” Noah grabbed Reid’s head with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Uncle, I’m empty. It all leaked out. Poz your boy.” Noah pulled his uncle in for an extended kiss. Reid threw his phone back to me to post an ad and whore out Noah. Reid’s cock was deep in his nephew in no time. Noah’s ad blew up. A lot of gay men were trying to avoid their families. A lot of straight men were trying to avoid their families. Within an hour, the room was packed with at least 20 men stroking their cocks. Noah proclaimed that there was only one rule: no condoms. He wanted to be a semen cesspool. As the night went on, I watched as each man had his way with this blond twink. Many more came. Cocks of all shapes and sizes spewed seeds in the 18-year-old who had just lost his virginity last night. By the wee hours of the night, Noah’s hole overflowed with manseed. His belly was bloated with the piss of six men who donated their streams to Noah’s throat. His body’s volume was simply incapable of carrying so much fluid, but he feverishly continued receiving men’s most precious gifts until the morning. As the last man dressed to leave, Noah sprawled out face-down on the cum-soaked sheets. His hole looked like a white puddle, unable to close. Tally marks covered his back, declaring his body contained 65 loads. When we opened the door for the last man to leave, Reid and I were frightened by who we saw in the doorway. Keith stood there, gun in its holster around his waist. His eyes gazed upon his son whose face was planted in the filthy motel sheets with his soaked ass in the air. With his head down, Noah had no idea his father was in the room. Keith looked like a broken man. I assumed he hadn’t gotten any sleep since we last saw him. He walked up behind Noah and scanned the two bulbous cheeks and moist hole. He grabbed each cheeks with his massive hands and squeezed them together before releasing them and watching strings of semen stretch across Noah’s puckered hole. It was then I realized I was in for a show. Keith’s eyes were filled with curious lust. A bulge bigger than his gun had grown down the leg of his jeans. Keith stepped back with his eyes fixated on the hole. He slowly stripped to only his socks. His beefy yet sculpted torso and muscled arms and legs were covered in coarse body hair. His thick cut cock stretched to 9 inches and curved to the left just slightly. His cock fell upon Noah’s wet hole as he grabbed his hips. He motioned a soft pound against his bum. Noah moaned softly, face still buried in the sheets. Then Keith completed his dissent, gently sliding his thick cock into Noah’s gaping hole. He intently watched his tool plunge until he had penetrated his son’s second hole. Noah threw his head up and intensely moaned. “Give me more Daddy. Fuck yea!” Keith shoved the rest of his pipe into his son, bottoming out and making Noah squeal. He then rapidly and repeatedly jabbed that hole, cum splattering explosively at each impact. Noah was losing his mind with the intensity. He was exhausted and completely wrecked by the full night of taking loads, and this was the biggest cock he’d had in hours. The pain and the pleasure mixed for a perfect cocktail of euphoria. “Fuck me Daddy! My hole is yours.” Keith broke his silence. “You’ll always be my little Noey.” Noah immediately woke from his sexual hyperdrive, mouth gapping. Only one person called him “Noey.” He slowly turned his head to see his father pounding his sloppy hole. “Dad! What the hell?!” Keith snatched Noah’s hair and shoved his face into the sheets. “Don’t you fucking use that language with me Noey. You’re a dirty slut, and I came to punish you.” He stepped his feet up onto the bed, lifting Noah’s body forward. He squatted his throbbing cock into the hole and fucked his son like an animal. “If you’re going to hell Noey, I’m going with you.” Keith’s hole was completely exposed in this squatting position. Reid had fantasized about getting inside Keith since Melissa first brought him home. He saw his opportunity, and he lubed up his tool. Keith gave no opposition as Reid punctured his pierced cock into his brother-in-law’s rectum. I jacked off, watching this family orgy at peak action. The three hot sweaty men fucked in a line. Keith made out with his son as his and Reid’s thrusts escalated. Keith started panting. “I’m gonna blow Noey. You want father’s sperm?” “Please Dad. Cum in me!” Keith slammed into Noah, spewing rope after rope of his father seed. Reid subsequently slammed into Keith, filling the Christian conservative man on his descent to Hell with poisonous poz cum. I hopped on the bed, grabbed Keith’s head, and shoved my ejaculating cock in his mouth. “You like that Hellboy?” Keith smiled around my cock. I knew he was hooked. “Fuck. That was so much cum Keith. When was the last time you fucked mom?” Noah laughed. Keith swatted Noah’s ass. It jiggled around his dick. “Still call me dad, Noey. I hadn’t cum in weeks. I don’t really have sex with your mom anymore. It was never that great anyway. Seeing your slutty hole today awakened something in me.” Keith leaned down and kissed Noah on the forehead. “I should get going before your mom wakes up and sees I’m gone.” Reid pulled out of Keith, and Keith pulled out of Noah. After a couple minutes, Keith was gone. Noah looked at Reid and me with a huge, shocked grin. “How the fuck did that happen?” He giggled and collapsed his head onto a pillow. Reid got off the bed and backed towards the bathroom. “You’re telling me! I just pozzed my sister’s husband. The most conservative Jesus freak I know. What a fucking awesome Christmas!” Reid shut the door. I stood over Noah, gazing upon his ravaged body. “Look at what I unleashed,” I laughed. Noah snorted and laughed. Then the tired slut fell asleep, cum soaking into him. When the time came, I said goodbye to Reid, kissed Noah as he slept, and left for the airport. *** Almost a year has passed since the adventures of last Christmas. I’ve kept in touch with Noah and Reid from across the country. Noah moved in with Reid in New York City and became his permanent house boy. He got his high school diploma in New York and is taking a year off before college to focus on his true passion in life: being a universal cumdump. Reid finally ended his sham of a marriage with Lisa. He’s free to openly be the poz top he’s always been. It’s generated him thousands of adoring Twitter followers. Reid finally got around to telling Keith that the load he had deposited was charged. Keith promptly got tested, and the test came back positive. He now sleeps in Noah’s old room, and Melissa has no idea what happened to their marriage. Every once in a while, he sneaks in a blond twink, role plays as if they’re Noah and inseminates them. Melissa came around to accepting Noah for being gay, but definitely doesn’t want to hear about his sexcapades. Reid, however, is still on her naughty list. As for me, nothing has really changed. However, instead of traveling during the holidays this year, I am hosting Reid and Noah for another cumdump Christmas. Maybe I’ll let you know how it goes 😉

PART ONE I guess everyone has a friend like Tyler. The guy that you put up with because he's got good connections or can get you stuff himself and Tyler was mine. I liked having fun on the weekend (a little TOO much fun according to my boring ex-girlfriend) and Tyler was good at getting me good drugs if I wanted some. I didn't really care where he got them from, I just knew they were cheap & plentiful. The only price I had to pay was listening to him go on & on about the sex he was having with a bunch of different guys. Given I was straight, I'm not sure why he thought I'd be interested in all of the intimate details of his sex life but that sure didn't stop him from going on about it. I'm not sure whether he saw me mentally checking out when he'd start off with this stuff but it sure as hell didn't interest me. I was just waiting for the right time to say "Ah yeah, thanks!" and leave. Being single again and not having much on for the weekend, I thought I'd get some stuff from him & head out to the clubs to see what girls I could get, so I met him in the uni quad on Thursday afternoon. He gave me a big smile and a hug (which I thought was a little much) before I handed him the cash. "Oh my god, before I forget. I've gotta tell you what I'm getting up to on MY weekend" he said breathlessly as I thought "Here we go again" to myself. "There's this married daddy I've been hooking up with at beats & stuff and he's been coming around to my place when my friends are out. He's soooooo sexy and sick, I love it. Anyway, his wife's going away for a few days to visit her family and he's got the place to himself so he's invited me over for the long weekend and we're gonna fuck all weekend long. I can't wait!" Jesus, can't he just give me my stuff and I can go? "He's pissed on me before and I've swallowed it too! He loves cumming inside me and I've done Facetime shows for him using my dildos before. He's gonna piss on me & in me....fuck me bare.....fist me.....so much amyl...it's gonna be soooo good. Actually I think I've got a video of me sucking his dick, let me see...." There's oversharing and then there's oversharing. Even though I'd seen a little gay porn before (who hasn't really?) it had never turned me on, and the last thing I wanted to see was my "friend" blowing some old guy. "This is when he came...god it was so much!" he giggled, just as the guy he was sucking must've cum in his mouth. "Make sure you get every last bit of cum boy" I heard a familiar voice say on the video. "And I'll have something else for you from this cock in a couple of minutes" "You want me to swallow that too?" Tyler asked after quite obviously swallowing the cum. "As if I have to ask, I know you love my piss" the older guy said. "I'll just go & grab some water to get things started." "Mmmmm thankyou Daddy" Tyler said. "Now wave bye bye to the camera!" And as the camera pulled back, I was shocked to see.....my dad! I did my best to hide my surprise and shock but must've done a crap job because Tyler said, "Shocking huh?" "Yeah...it sure is!" "I bet you didn't even know that I was so good at sucking cock and was so filthy" "Oh!!! Um...no....definitely not" Thank fuck, he had no idea that this guy was my father. I had to confront him, I didn't even know that he was gay, let alone went this far, and behind Mum's back as well. "You're meeting him tomorrow?" I thought I could catch him & try to persuade him to stop before Tyler showed up. "Yeah, I'm going to his place after lectures so should be there around 4. Why, you getting ideas finally?" he asked with a smirk. "Nah, just in case I need anything extra for the weekend." "Ah ok, coz yeah, after 4 I won't be in any shape to do much I'm afraid! Thank goodness there's no lectures Monday, time to recover!" I walked back to my apartment in a state of shock but still knowing that tomorrow I had to confront Dad about what he was gonna do that weekend. END OF PART ONE

Part 1 - Weary Traveler I met Keith and Melissa at a restaurant in Madison, Wisconsin on December 23rd last year. We happened to sit at adjacent tables. They were celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary, and I was being stood up by some Grindr guy. After I complimented Melissa’s heels, they were kind enough to let me join them. I didn’t come out to them and pretended I was stood up by a woman from Tinder. Melissa had a gaudy cross around her neck, and Keith positively referenced Republican national figures. I knew my identity as an HIV-positive gay man from Los Angeles would be affront to their conservative Christian values and didn’t feel like being an advocate on my last night in this city. My name is Judd. At the time, I was a 28-year-old 6’1” white man with a trimmed beard and muscular figure. My voice certainly had a flair to it, but I knew how to end my sentences with downtone to pull off a straight hoax. Avoiding politics and identity, we had a good banter. As we parted, Melissa asked for my phone number and wished me a safe flight and a merry Christmas. It snowed all night. Unfortunately, after waiting for four hours in the airport on Christmas Eve morning, I received a notification saying my flight home was cancelled. There wouldn’t be a flight to LA until December 26th. I guessed I would be stuck in Wisconsin for Christmas. As I left the airport, I got a text from Melissa, checking to see if I made it home to LA safely. I told her about my predicament, and she kindly offered to host me. I make decent money, but I’m a cheapskate. If I don’t have to pay for a hotel, I won’t. So I gratefully accepted. It would only be two nights. Melissa and Keith had a beautiful suburban home and three kids: Casey (10), Peter (14) and most importantly Noah (18). How Keith and Melissa didn’t realize Noah was a flamingly faggot, I’ll never understand. He had short styled blond hair, blue eyes, milky skin, and a skinny frame with a hot butt bubbling out of the seams of his khakis. His voice was at a naturally effeminate pitch that almost beckoned me to raise my masculinized voice. He had just turned 18 a few weeks before and was just entering his last semester of high school. After introductions, Melissa asked Noah to show me the guest room. Conveniently, my room was next to Noah’s in a relatively distant corner of the house, and our rooms had an adjoining bathroom that only we would share. “If you ever need anything, feel free to come ask me.” He offered shyly, his arms wrapped behind his back as he leaned on the bathroom counter. I thanked him. “You must like having this much privacy from the rest of your family.” He giggled. “Yea. I can play my music as loud as I want and my parents can’t hear from their room.” “Good to know,” I schemed in my head. Then I pulled off my shirt to show off my hairy chest and range of body tattoos, including a biohazard symbol above my groin. “If it’s alright, I’m gonna shower.” He stood there briefly staring at my lightly haired chest and biting his lip, before coming to his senses and moving towards his door. “Oh sorry! I’ll give you some priv-.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said as I peeled off my jeans and briefs to reveal my semi erect 9-inch cut cock. He turned around with his eyes bulging staring at my cock and his cock stiffening in his Khakis. I playfully tugged at my semi a couple times. “Once I’m done, would you want to help me buy some presents for your family?” He stared at my cock, mouth wide open. I tugged at it more, so it was fully erect. “Noah?” I grinned. I stepped closer to him, his eyes following my engorged stick, and put my hand on his shoulder. “Noah?” Noah snapped out of it and flew his hands up to his mouth, grazing my cock along the way. He gasped. “I’m sorry!” I chuckled, moving my hand to his lower back and stepping right in front of him. My cock was leaking with pre-cum now, and it touched his shirt. “Uh oh. It looks like I’m getting your shirt dirty.” I said seductively. He looked down and started breathing harder. “It’s alright. I have others.” He took off his shirt. His hairless, skinny torso glittered in the light from the window. My pre-cum oozed onto his lower abs. He stared downward in amazement as my cock leaked. I bent over and lapped the pre-cum off his abs. As I came up, I apologized for making a mess. “Fun to clean it up. You wanna clean me up?” “Sure. I gotta be a good host,” Noah stammered. He bent over and applied his tongue to the head of my penis, slurping up the excess pre-cum. “It’s still leaking,” I observed. “Put your whole mouth around it and suck it out.” He did as I asked, swirling his tongue around my cock head. I lightly pushed the back of his head until I felt the entrance to his throat. “Keep sucking Noah. Open your throat.” I gushed poz precum down his throat as he opened wide. I got greedy and began thrusting, and he started gagging. He stood up, flexing his abs with each cough. I rubbed his shoulders. “You alright?” “Yea,” Noah coughed. “I’m fine.” He smiled at me. “That was my first time doing that.” “You’re welcome to clean me more.” “I want to. Let’s just wait until tonight when everyone is asleep.” “I’m fine with that. You still want to come with me to pick up presents for your family?” “That would be fun!” He smiled. “Want to join me in the shower? I think I should scrub you down.” Noah’s face lit up. He went to lock his and my bedroom doors before stripping and hopping in the shower with me, a thick 7 inch cut cock dangling between his legs. We kissed in the shower and jerked our cocks. I turned him around and teased his asshole with my cock, but this wasn’t the time yet. “I’m gonna make you a man, but you have to be patient.”

As usual, this is not written by me, but it was archived by me; and I did a shit job of that. I guess this was written around 2000 and was posted in one of the pozzing Yahoo! groups that I valued so much. My thanks to the unknown to me author. I love this story and still jerk off to it, I'm sorry I didn't think to get your name. ---------------- so, yesterday being Monday and everything, I had a shitty time at work . . . busy as hell and I didn't even have time for lunch. but still, if a boy wants to look his best, he has to go to the gym regardless . . . so after work, as usual, I trekked my unfucked-for-the-weekend butt to the gym. it was crowded! everyone was trying to work off the Monday blahs. normally, I’d just go and wade through the madness, but I wasn't feeling particularly combative . . . so I just turned right around and went home. I ate a little snack and vegged out in front of the t.v. for a couple of hours. around 9 o'clock, I headed back to my gym, and the volume of people dropped considerably. in fact, it was nearly empty . . . just a few guys (some of them cute) working out. I ran through my routine in under 45 minutes. Incredible . . . I was feeling great, feeling pumped and sore, and, of course, feeling real horny . . . in the men's locker room, it was also almost empty. just a few guys who finished before me . . . showering, changing, etc. so, I took a quick rinse, and headed into the steam room. the steam room at my gym is pretty small . . . but it's tucked away at the very back of the locker room area. as soon as I opened the door, the steam hit, and I started to sweat. there were 3 other guys in there. from what I could tell at first, 2 middle-aged white guys, and 1 young Latin stud. it was pretty obvious that I’d interrupted something . . . hands were clasped over their crotches . . . and not doing a good job of hiding anything. I sat down next to one of the white guys, and got adjusted to the steam. the guy next to me must've been mid-30s with nice strong features: brown hair on his head and chest, nice pecs and arms. he had a bit of a gut and real skinny legs, but he was nice looking. the other white guy was about the same age . . . receding hair line, really nice smooth and tight body and a tit ring. the Latin stud was young . . . my age or so, and real hot: killer dark looks, ripped up abs and really kissable lips. a couple of minutes passed, and I just opened up my towel and brazenly ogled everyone. the Latin stud relaxed first, and started stroking almost immediately. very nice cock . . . about 6 inches or so . . . with a nice long foreskin that he pulled back and forth real sexy like. he leaned back, spread his legs and started pinching his tits. I followed suit. the other guys finally relaxed and joined in the j/o. the one next to me put his hand on my thigh and started massaging me. he leaned over and took my tit into his mouth and gave me a real nice tit-job. that got me all horny. the other white guy moved over to the Latin stud and they started kissing and jacking each other. my guy moved from my tit to my cock. I leaned back and started feeling real nice. I rubbed my sucker's back and chest, and reached down to play with his dick. it was a nice size, average. he got real into it. the Latin stud was soon sucking off his buddy's cock, which looked real thick. Latin boy's mouth was stretched tight, and the white guy was holding his head down. white guy #2 looked over at me when I raised my legs up and push my cocksucker toward my ass. soon, he had his tongue digging into my hole, and I was making kissy faces at whitey #2. Latin boy finally came up for air, and whitey #2 turned him around, and started to munch on his ass. Latin boy was moaning and writhing his ass back real bad. whitey #1 came up and gave me a sloppy funky-ass kiss and began to hump me. I pinched his tits real hard and he groaned into my mouth. eventually, since I moved my ass around trying, his cockhead caught onto my asshole, and he pushed into me. it felt real nice since my ass was slick with his spit and my sweat . . . he started fucking me real nice and slow. I looked over his should to find whitey #2 face-fucking Latin boy again. he watched me watching him. he got up and moved over to us, taking Latin boy with him. he pulled him off his cock, and shoved Latin boy's face into my whitey fucker's ass. I felt his cock jump and wiggle inside me when this happened. I was enjoying myself I heard the Latin boy say something. "c'mon. I’ll pull out," whitey #2 said. "no way. I play safe." "c'mon, it'll feel good." I think (cuz I couldn't see very well behind my fucker) that whitey #2 must've tried something, cuz Latin boy got nasty. "get the fuck offa me." and then Latin boy grabbed his towel and walked out. whitey #2 came over to me and I just smiled and open wide. his cock was nice and big, and really thick. fuck, my mouth hurt stretching wide to fit it inside of me. he started to pinch my tits touching me all over, saying shit like "suck it" and "fuck him raw." whitey #1 started slamming harder and harder. he'd only been fucking me for about 15 or 20 minutes, but he was cumming. I felt his cock pulse in my ass. he kept fucking, telling me how hot my ass was. he pulled out his cummy cock after a few minutes and moved aside. he mumbled thanks and left. whitey #2 moved between my legs and looked me hard in eyes as he slid his cock in. I just grabbed hold his tits and pulled him forward. he leaned over to kiss me as he started to push in. I was nice and slick so his cock moved right in, opening me up. it felt so hot to have a nice wide cock inside my ass. I was moaning and clenching and moving around and chanting "fuck me." we got a nice groove going, when the door to the steam room suddenly opened. we both froze and looked. it was Latin boy again. promptly, whitey #2 started to fuck again. Latin boy came over and watched, stroking his cock. he started rubbing my tits, and then tried to touch whitey. he pushed his hands away. Latin boy tried again, and again, whitey pushed him away. Latin boy turned his attention back to me, and I was loving it. I watched Latin boy and saw that he was hungry for some fun and attention. I pulled him down to me and started kissing him, and with a free hand, jerking him off. he responded nicely. slowly, adamantly, I kissed him harder, and started pulling his arm and body across me. pretty soon, I had him straddling me and rubbing his nice cock against mine. my hands roamed all over his body from his tits to his balls to his ass, kneading and spreading those nice cheeks. we kept kissing and he kept groaning and humping. whitey slowed down his fucking considerably as I did this. soon enough, I felt his cock exit my sore butt. Latin boy tensed up a bit, but I grabbed his head and shoved my tongue into him and twisted his tit. nothing but moaning and groaning. he gasped into my mouth when (I assume) whitey popped into him. I opened my eyes from our kiss and watched his pretty face grimace in pain. I guess he wasn't quite slick enough for whitey. then, our face bouncing began. whitey must've been slamming into him pretty hard because my lips are bruised from bumping into the Latin boy's pretty face. it was a bit of a struggle, but I wiggled my ass onto Latin boy's cock. the look of pleasure on his face was great. he slipped into my nice moist hole and started fucking himself into me and onto the big white cock. soon, white guy did some major fucking, pinning Latin boy against me, and thrusting hard. every time he thrust into Latin boy's ass, Latin boy's cock fucked me. I was in major heaven watching Latin boy lose his raw fucking cherry. soon, Latin boy was moaning heavy and then he nearly screamed out loud if I wasn't kissing him. he came into me, nice and long, shaking and quivering like it was his first orgasm. whitey just kept fucking like there was no tomorrow, not caring that Latin boy had cum. I pulled myself off Latin boy and got up and shoved my cock into his pretty face. he didn't complain much as we both fucked him. I leaned over and kissed white guy and twisted his nips. his fucking made Latin boy's sucking automatic. I leaned into white guy's ear and whispered, "yeah, fuck his ass man. drop your fucking hot load in there. give it to him, man. cum inside him. knock him up real good. c'mon, do it dude. poison him." white guy jack rabbited and dropped his load in about 10 strokes. he kept slamming and cumming and making the sexiest i'm-cumming face. I pulled out and jerked fast, and blew a nice heavy load all over Latin boy's face. I snatched his jaw, and opened his mouth to blow a few shots into him mouth, then shoved my cock in and finished off. l Latin boy swallowed some and I just smeared my cum all over his face. white guy pulled out and just left. I grabbed Latin boy and kissed him some more, but he seemed to want to leave, so I let him. I went out after a few minutes, and saw whitey getting dressed. he motioned me over to him. he asked me when I was gonna be at the gym again.

Part 2 - The Perfect Gift Noah directed me to the nearest mall, and we enthusiastically and playfully shopped. I could tell he was excited to have someone like him around. He spent the car ride asking me all about my gay life and community in Los Angeles. He was really cute in the stores. He tried on every hat and each pair of sunglasses and styled me as well. We took tons of selfies together. We bought some great gifts for his family, but Noah told me what I could give him couldn’t be purchased in stores. When we got back to the car, he sat on my lap in the driver’s seat, gyrating his butt on my hard cock and shoving his tongue in my mouth. I was turned on by his excitement. “Judd, I really want you inside me,” Noah begged as I softly sucked on his neck. “You’re not ready for it Noah. But trust me, I want to be inside you just as much.” I swatted his leg, and he tumbled into the passenger seat. I pulled down my jeans and told him to pleasure me while I drove. He obliged. I set course for home base. Noah and I snuck glances throughout Christmas Eve dinner. I couldn’t wait to retire to our rooms and ravage his virgin asshole with my toxic seed. The temptation as he sipped his glass of milk was unbearable. After watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” with the family and waiting for each family member to retire to their rooms, he and I finally made our way to our adjoined sex dungeon. We each went in our own rooms. I told him to undress except for his tighty whiteys and wait on his bed face down ass up. I took a dick pill, not that I needed it. I wanted to wreck his 18-year-old pussy all night. I entered his room from the bathroom. I positioned my upright naked body against his backside. My hands glided along his body. His covered buttcheeks were so round and begging to be revealed. I ripped open his undies and caught my first sight of his puckering virgin hole. I snapped a picture on my phone for the memory. “You want daddy to wreck your virgin hole baby?” “Yea daddy. Please destroy it. Fill it up with your big cock.” Noah was so naturally sexy. I plunged my tongue into his hole and tasted the sweetness of his innocence. “Mmmm this hole will be mine.” I sucked around his hole and tongued it rapidly. I bit his buttcheeks and nibbled on his taint. I went to town on his hole for half an hour. He was moaning the whole time. When he was sufficiently relaxed, I removed my tongue and pushed in two fingers. I carelessly scraped at his insides. When he asked me why this hurt, I told him this pain was normal for his first time. I pressed my cockhead against his little gape and began to push in. He was so tight around me thick cock, but I was persistent and he was too scared to squeal. As I bottomed out, I started filming my cock pull in and out of his boyhole. It was lightly covered in blood. I began pounding at the sight. “You like my cock wrecking your boyhole?” “Yes daddy.” “You want daddy to impregnate you with his seed?” He turned his head and looked at me with concern. He felt my cock as it rammed his hole. “You’re not wearing a condom?” “You didn’t ask for one boy.” Noah seemed shocked. “Can you put one on?” “It’s too late. I’m getting close to dumping my toxic load in your slutty hole. Your first load!” Noah looked scared. “Don’t cum in me Judd please!” His begging turned me on more. My cock spasmed as I blasted cannonballs of hot positive semen into his bowels. I grunted as I came inside this 18 year old. I threw my recording phone to the side and pulled Noah up against my hairy body and shoved my cock even deeper inside him, triggering him to squirt all over his sheets. I bite his ear and whispered, “Noah, you were meant to take loads.” Noah threw his head back against my shoulder in ecstasy. “I felt every squirt you made inside me. I’ve never felt anything like that.” “Glad you like it. Looks like I gave you a great gift this Christmas.” I smirked. “The perfect gift.” Noah fell back on this elbows. “I want more.” I fucked that new slut all night and deposited five more poz loads inside his hole.

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

I have been super horny recently. I went out last weekend and ended up at a cute tattooed top twinks who fucked and bred me really good. But that just seemed to throw fuel on the fire of my need for raw dick. So today headed out to run errands. Jumped on grindr while driving. Not 5 minutes and this hot Italian dad hit me up and 6 minutes later I was walking in his front door. He brought me to the bedroom and put me on the bed, stripped and pushed his hard dick against my hole. I sniffed my poppers and rubbed his hot hair chest. And his rock hard cock slipped in my tight hole and he was pounding me good. I was in heaven. He fucked me good and shot his hot load in my ass. I figured that would do it for me. Then one of my fuck buddies messaged me a couple hours later. So over to his house I went. He fucked and bred me twice. My hole was sloppy and I was feeling so good. So on my way home I stopped by the bookstore and the lot was full. I got excited. Went in and quickly got followed to a booth by this hot Latin guy. I put some money in, dropped to my knees and started sucking his 8 inch uncut cock. It was delicious. He started rubbing my ass, so down went my pants and I bent over and took that hot uncut dick in me. He fucked me for a good 15 minutes and then hard fucked his load deep in my hole. When he pulled out cum ran down both my legs. I should have been fine but when I walked outof the booth this cute young guy was rubbing his dick and so I dropped to my knees in the booth and he fed me his load. Now it's time to leave... As I was walking out there was this young thick hot guy. I couldn't resist following him around the corner. Followed him into a booth and sucked him off. He was a loud boy, telling me how good I was and screaming as he blew his huge load in my mouth. I am now home jacking off as the cum continues to deep out of my well used ass.

What a sweet invitation.... thank you! 😈 I would rather invite you for a week or so, to make sure you get rid of this bad habit, taking those PrEP pills - they are just running against your natural purpose, being a fucking poz slut, a cum dump for every dirty load in town, a sleazy young whore for any stiff cock. I would lock you up in one of those portable dog kennels, just to make sure that you stop running around, in a hectic search for another dose of PrEP. Fear no more - SLUT! What good is it for, to slide into a fuck-body, knowing I wouldn't even have the chance to knock you up?! I could rather fuck with condoms then - and I never use condoms! Never! But to show, that I'm fair - I would also stop taking my pills for a while. Allowing my gift to expand, to become bigger than life itself. I am such a nice guy, you see? Let my potent and dirty semen rage in your hot little young body. Let me fuck you bare and use no lube, to inflict the biggest possible damage.... erm, I meant to really feel your cunt! Let me use you like the fuck whore you are. Don't worry - After the week is over, you will be free and happy - I will make sure, you stay long enough - so you won't get overwhelmed with fear or doubt. This could be part of a made up story, but it could also be a possible reality for you. It's for you to decide.... S.

I don't think it's so much they get bored, they go where they're wanted. Porn eats up it's actors faster than Hollywood. They have to adapt to make money. Fans only want to see so many "vanilla" scenes before they want more. So actors start out with the mild studios, one on ones, and progress to wilder stuff to keep people interested. Gangbangs, bdsm, extreme fetishes. Eventually they just get used up. It's become worse with the internet and everyone and their grandpa making porn now. I'm not criticizing, I'm part of the problem. Right now I love Dakota Lovell and enjoy his vanilla scenes, but I dearly want to see him get gangbanged, or hardcore bdsm, or piss, or becoming a totally depraved sex pig in any capacity. But eventually I would get tired of that and move on to the next twink beginning his journey into the depths of depravity. But then again, the journey is half the fun!

Wednesday night a friend from HS hit me up he’s back in town and has a little get together setup abs asked me to come through. He moved to FL our senior year and haven’t seen him since which is about 6 years now. We did mess around a little back then but that was long ago now he had a gf. So showed up to the party and he opened the door. He was taller than me now stil lean and he was looking real sexy I almost forgot to say was up. Got in there was a few people we ate some good food got drunk asf went late into the night people started leaving but I was drunk drunk and he said I can sleep it off at his place. I got in his bedroom and legit passed out. Woke up the next morning and he was sleeping on the bed next to me shirtless. He had a real lean sexy body on him. I was feeling hung over but his body definitely got me wondering if he’s gotten bigger and sexier down below. I pulled the covers off and his sexy dick was laid out on his lower abs. I got hella horny instantly. We had messed before but I really wanted him. I touched his dick and he didn’t react. I reached over and got a hold of it. Slowly started stroking it. I felt his dick starting to get harder. A moment later I was holding a thick 10 inch monster in my hand. He was still a sleep or at least pretending to be. I leaned over and gave his dick a lick. There was no reaction so I began sucking the head. Slowly repositioned myself and began to slide his dick deeper into my throat. At this point I was surprised he was not awake. With his dick nice and wet I decided to climb on top and straddle him. I put his dick against my hole and pushed down on it. His thick dick piped through my hole. I felt his hands grab my hips and he thrusted his entire dick inside me in one push. I looked at him his eyes wide open and grinning. He said he knew I would end up on his dick just like back in the day. He started pumping his raw dick inside me. I was matching his strokes and we were fucking deep and hard. I couldn’t help but moan out his name. I asked him what about his girl? He said his girl not here to say anything about it. Flipped me on my back and started breeding my pussy making it talk. He making me leak precum all over my abs. He said my pussy was even better than before. Told him his dick is huge and made to breed my hole. I wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him to cum inside me. He started to fuck me hard and fast until he rammed his dick in my guts and began to unload with a loud moan. He collapsed on top of me with his dick still inside me. After a min he got up slid his dick out and told me to go get some water or something with him cause we fucking at least 3 more times that day. And we did fuck 3 more times.

Part 2 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. Robert swam up behind Jacob in the pool. The event was clothing optional. "Hi. I'm Robert." Jacob turned around. In front of him stood a 6'1" tall, 52y/o 340lbs Chub bear, with salt and pepper hair on his chest. Between his legs was a 8" uncut cock that was on it's own, just enough to make most sluts beg for it. Robert had something special though. He had a PA as well. "H-h-hi. I'm Jacob." He sputtered. "You are cute. Maybe I'll see you around later." Robert said before he swam off to the other end of the pool. "I hope so daddy." Jacob stood there in disbelief that his chub bear daddy god would say high to him. The disbelief changed to shock as he watched Robert swim up behind Jeremiah, wrap his arms around him, and give him a belly to back bearhug. Jeremiah had no idea who was behind him, but he didn't care. He was just glad that someone wanted to hug him. Jacob on the other hand was kind of pissed. Why was Robert hugging Jeremiah, and why didn't he get a hug like that? Jacob didn't realize that the seed of jealousy was all part of Robert's plan to make sure that Jacob got a Christmas gift that he could never return. Jacob was 5'9, 310lbs, and smooth. Most guys that like chubs would love Jacob but he was really only into other chubs like Jeremiah was. Hence why he always viewed Jeremiah has competition at events. Later that night, Jeremiah is in the play area. Up in the sling, lube packet on his belly. Hoping for another chub that was at least vers, if not a top, would come in and make him feel hot and bothered. Jacob walked in, saw Jeremiah, scoffed, and went and sat down on a bench. While Jacob was looking at the porn on the tv, Robert snuck in the room. He hid along the walls in the shadows. Enough light that you could see someone was there, but not who. Jacob walked over to Jeremiah, who is still in the sling and rubbed his belly. It startled Jeremiah, as he knew darn well Jacob wasn't the kind to like another chub bottom, plus all the stuff Jacob had said to him in the past made this especially out of place. Jeremiah didn't have to wait long to see what Jacob was up to. Jacob grabbed the lube, and then yanked on Jeremiah's balls. "You've been in the sling long enough, get out." Jeremiah, in pain, and not wanting to fight with Jacob decided to get out and inform someone about what had just happened. Robert had another idea though. He snuck back out in the shadows and waited for Jeremiah to exit the room. When Jeremiah made it outside, Robert stopped him. He could see the tears in Jeremiah's eyes. This year had been really hard on him. Finding out he was poz almost ended him, and now this shit with Jacob was pushing him to his limit once again. Robert took his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's ok. He's not going to hurt you anymore. You've been thru so much this year. Take a deep breath and let me deal with him, ok? Just head to the hot tub, and wait there, I'll be there in a bit. We will talk more there. Don't worry about Jacob, ok? I'll deal with him." Robert says as he pulled Jeremiah in for a hug. "Um, ok." Jeremiah said to Robert. He didn't really know who Robert was, but he was super sweet, and the piercing blue eyes, didn't hurt either. Jeremiah got his towel and started to head to the hot tub. Once he was out of sight, Robert put the "Closed for Cleaning" sign up for the playroom. He was about to make sure that Jacob had a night he would never forget....

Part 1 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. "Positive?! What do you mean POSITIVE??!!" screamed Jacob, at the doctor. "Well, that's what the test says. I know this is hard to hear, but it's not a death sentence anymore." The doctor tried to comfort Jacob, but all those years of teasing guys, chasing the bug, while on Prep, and telling people he wasn't on prep, finally caught up with him. Where it started Jacob has always been one of those guys that liked being in a relationship when it was convenient for him. At bear and chub events, he would be a total slut for any chubby or chubby bear guy that would breed him. There was a chub4chub that would go to those events that Jacob didn't care for. He viewed Jeremiah as competition for the chubby daddies that like to top. Jeremiah was 5'7, brown hair, blue eyes, and bounced between 320-360lbs. He has a 5.5-6"c cock. If Jeremiah got back down to his high school weight, it would probably be closer to 7"c cock. Jacob new that Jeremiah would have loved to have fucked him, since Jeremiah is Vers, but all Jacob ever did was tease Jeremiah. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, the one thing he never thought would have happened, happened. He got pozzed. He found out when he went to the doctor to start the process of getting on prep. Jeremiah thought that it was just going to be normal blood test, but the bitchy fairy of fate had other plans. (Side Note: The story of how Jeremiah got pozzed will be a separate story) Jacob on the other hand, had been negative, and taking prep. He went to several events and actually lied and cheated on his partner. They broke up because Jacob couldn't figure out what he actually wanted. Did he want a BF or just a BF in name only? It was a pattern that had repeated itself over and over. Different boyfriend, same outcome. This time it caught up with him. Jacob had run out of prep before his last adventure at a chub event. He didn't think anything would happen at the event. He was wrong though. In the shadows was chub daddy that was just his type, freshly pozzed and a super high viral load, and he had plans for payback for the way Jacob had treated 5 other people that Robert knew, including how Jacob had treated Jeremiah too. cont..... (sorry for the short part 1. Part 2 will be longer, and uncut >:})

Lets get some talk about "after breeding" activity. I get off on felching cum filled hole when it's overflowing with seed loads. The taste and aroma of pigsex and hole juices, piss and cum is so fucking hot. Love to share the loads with the bottom I just fucked.

Staying in Fort Lauderdale before and after a cruise (at the Worthington all three nights). Looking to breed and get bred. Bonus points for neg chasers but open to all.

CH. 2 "Nico is a Cheating Whore" *** Omar tightened his embrace around Nico as they laid on the sofa together in the living room of Omar's apartment. "You know how much I love you, right?," Omar asked softly. "Of course, babe," Nico replied, clasping his hands more tightly around his boyfriend's muscled biceps. Nico closed his eyes as Omar's warmth enveloped him. Nico felt Omar's load soaking into his sore hole as they both lay together naked in their post-sex haze. There was a special kind of sting to the feeling of a man's cum soaking into his roughed-up hole that Nico just adored. He held tightly to Omar's arms. "Omar, I'm so glad I found you." "Me, too, babe." Omar planted a kiss on Nico's cheek, lingering just a beat longer than usual before pulling his lips away. It was such a sweet salve to Omar's aggressive sexual hunger that he could be so attentive and endearing in this way. The two continued laying there until Omar's phone lit up. He picked it up from the coffee table. "Luciano says they're getting ready to leave," Omar said, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Nico sat up. "Okay. I'll go shower." "Alright, but no aborting my offspring in there. I'm not done with you tonight." Nico laughed, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. "Of course not, daddy." Nico clenched his hole a little tighter just to be sure Omar's load stayed inside him as he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Omar's older step-brother Luciano was coming with his wife Elena to meet Nico for the first time. Months of Omar's endless bragging to Luciano made the occasion feel well overdue even though their relationship was still only six months old. Omar had been looking forward to having his step-brother finally meet Nico. Omar got up, headed into the kitchen, and lit the stove. * * * "You almost done in there?" Omar shouted through the open bathroom door. "Luciano just texted. They're looking for parking right now." Nico shut off the shower and stepped out, hearing the urgency in Omar's voice without actually being able to make out his words over the sound of the bathroom fan. His eyes darted around the bathroom. "Where are your clean towels?," Nico belted. "Shit," Omar muttered to himself, then shouted in reply, "We just used the last clean one after I fucked you." "Well, can you at least hand me that one? All of your cum ended up inside me anyway." "Okay, babe. One second. I need to turn down the stove before the food burns." Omar bolted over to the kitchen just as the sound of footsteps gathered outside the apartment door. The doorbell rang. Omar dashed over to his bedroom, grabbed the towel, and hustled it over to Nico. Omar turned around to open the front door, leaving the bathroom door ajar in his wake. "Hey, Omar!!," Luciano nearly shouted. "Lucho!," Omar replied, cracking a large smile. Lucho was Omar's nickname for his eldest and only step-brother Luciano. Luciano threw his arms open and wrapped them around Omar's broad shoulders. "Come on in, you two!," Omar glowed, as he patted Luciano in return and gave his wife Elena a kiss on the cheek, asking, ¿Elena, cómo estás? "How's my little brother?," Luciano asked, smiling widely as the two entered and removed their coats. Nico, meanwhile, found himself in a bit of a bind. He was stranded on the opposite side of the apartment from where he left his clothes at the foot of Omar's bed. He stood dripping in nothing but a post-sex towel behind a half-closed bathroom door with his boyfriend's family standing between Nico's clothes and his naked body. He decided to hang tight behind the door until he could get Omar's attention. "Let me go grab you guys a drink," Omar offered as he headed back into the kitchen, barely hearing whatever it was that Elena started saying to Luciano. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick," said Luciano. Nico panicked as the door swung open, but Luciano's eyes were glued to his phone screen as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, sorry!," Nico blurted, not knowing what to say in such a situation. "Oh shit! You scared me," Luciano responded as he quickly looked up and thrust his phone quickly into his pocket. "I'm so sorry! I was just showering before you all arrived and didn't realize that I had left my clothes on the other side of the apartment until you came in." "Well, this is an awkward way to meet!," Luciano laughed as he unbuttoned his pants and turned around to face the toilet. "So I take it you're this Nico I've been hearing so much about?" Nico could hardly believe Luciano was striking up a conversation as he was about to take a piss with Nico just behind him. The sound of Luciano's piss plunging into the toilet gave Nico the impression that Luciano was draining a mighty cock, but with Luciano's back to Nico, the goods were out of sight. "Excuse me for just one minute," Luciano said, putting his member away and zipping up his pants. Nico found it curious that Luciano would excuse himself so late in the process. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Luciano. It's so good to finally meet you." He extended Nico the same hand that he had just used to shake his cock dry. Nico, more steadily than seemed suited to his state of astonishment, extended his hand in return, hoping some remnant of the scent of Luciano's manhood might rub off. "I'm Nico." They shook. Nico balled up his hand as he withdrew it. Nico's cock began to stir under his towel. He wondered if Omar knew Luciano was meeting Nico like this. "I was trying to avoid walking out there looking like this when I heard you all arrive," Nico offered. "I forgot my clothes in Omar's room, so I was stranded in here." "You sure you want to change? What, this outfit doesn't suit you?" Luciano winked and gave Nico a slap on the shoulder before turning to the sink to wash his hands. "I'm just messin' with you! Hey, I'll go grab you your clothes and bring 'em over." Nico felt anxious. How was Luciano so relaxed like this? What would Luciano's wife think when she saw Nico step out of the bathroom after her husband? Nico closed the door behind Luciano and immediately unballed his fist. He lifted his opened palm up to his nose and inhaled slowly. Nico's cock began to stir under the towel as his nipples hardened. The thought of having Omar's step-brother's cock smell on his hand was making his heart pound and his thrashed hole pucker. Luciano returned with the clothes and knocked on the door. Nico cracked the door open expecting to be handed his clothes only for Luciano to push his way in, closing the door behind him. Is this just how things go with this guy?, Nico thought. An excitement stirred in Nico's belly as he wondered whether Luciano was merely playing naive. Nico took a second look at Luciano's figure. He looked to be a couple inches taller than Omar, and while his shoulders and upper back were not nearly as developed as his younger step-brother's, Luciano's pecs could leave an Olympic athlete jealous. Luciano's nipples pressed through the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you," Nico said, smiling for the first time since their bathroom exchange began. The way Luciano was standing looked as though he was settling in, rather than just dropping the clothes off. "You know that I can smell my little brother's cum inside your pussy, right?," Luciano said. Nico's heart skipped a bit. The mouth on this guy, he thought. Luciano walked right up to Nico's face and leaned into one ear, suddenly dropping his gregarious affect: "Now why are you trying so hard to make me cheat on my wife, boy?" Nico felt anxious and aroused in equal measure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Omar, but the more he thought about the succession of boundaries that Luciano, the bolder Nico felt about taking the risk. Luciano lifted his thumb and index finger to his lips and wet them with his tongue all the while never breaking eye contact with Nico. Luciano reached over and gently pinched the very tip of Nico's left nipple, clenching it between his fingers with the kind of precision of a chef applying the finest detail to an exquisite feast. Nico exhaled deeply. His hyper-sensitive nipples made his inner whore rage with lust. His heart was pounding. The whole situation felt so wrong, and yet he longed for it. Craved it. Applying a subtle pressure, Luciano twisted his fingers around Nico's nipple, somehow never once brushing his areolae. The skill it demonstrated was so apparent that Nico imagined a long and storied sexual history stood behind it. This wasn't just play: it was craft. Holy fuck, he thought, as if gazing into an abyss that he barely understood. Nico's cocked throbbed, lifting open the towel. "Looks like my little brother's new boy understands what's about to happen," Luciano said, a little louder than seemed prudent. His expressions were more serious now. That charismatic smile that had been beaming at Nico in the mirror earlier had now given way to an unsettlingly intense focus. Nico's sore hole pulsed. His ass crack started to feel slick, and those two tiny points of contact on his nipple left his body feeling electrified. He needed to feel a man's raw cock sliding inside him fast. "Won't they hear us?," Nico whispered. His erect cock head came into contact with Luciano's left thigh, just above his knee. The texture of his jeans against Nico's cock head felt momentarily divine. "Of course they will," Luciano whispered back. The butterflies in Nico's stomach were almost overwhelming. His nervous system was lit up like a carnival at night. Nico was in heat, and his hole -- cum-slick from Omar's cock onslaught earlier -- wanted to swallow whatever beast was lurking in Luciano's pants. Nico reached down and unbuttoned Luciano, revealing a dark bush of spiraling black hair and the thick veiny base of Luciano's dick shaft. No underwear, Nico thought as he considered whether this meant Luciano had arrived for tonight prepared to devour something more than just dinner. Nico gently pulled down at the base of the open fly, cupped his right hand, and slid it smoothly underneath the back side of Luciano's warm ball sack. With deliberateness and care, Nico lifted Luciano's snaking, eight-inch, uncut python of a cock and his bulging ball sack out of their denim confines. Luciano was engorged but not yet fully hard. A sticky swell of precum was dripping from the opening in his foreskin. Nico removed his hand from behind Luciano's nuts and reached back behind himself, lifting his hips on the right side to let him reach his hole. Luciano watched Nico's near-useless towel drop away, revealing a pair of cum gutters as defined as Luciano's surging pecs. Nico pressed his index and middle finger into his hole, parting his pussy lips. He swirled his two fingers around in his cum-soaked anal cavity. Omar's seed felt runny and almost hot as some of it began to trickle out of Nico's hole and down into his cupped palm. Careful not to let any more cum out than he could keep in his hand, Nico carefully pulled his fingers out of his hole, and gently carried his cupped hand with a small lake of Omar's DNA around to Luciano's rising manhood. Nico turned his hand over slowly, drizzling Omar's cum up and down the length of Luciano's dick shaft. Nico's left hand spread the liquid cum-glazing evenly over all sides of Luciano's now fully erect meat club as the smell of semen filled the bathroom. The expression on Luciano's face looked like an admixture of shock, anger, and fascination. "My little brother found himself quite the little piggy this time," said Luciano. Nico's ears perked up at the "this time." "You want to fuck your brother's cum back into me?," Nico offered almost matter-of-factly as he turned around and arched his lower back, presenting his pale, gravity-defying meat bubbles to Luciano's voracious gaze. With nothing but his cum-shiny manhood exposed, Luciano moved in on Nico's fully naked body. Luciano's fully engorged cock head, which reeked of Omar's sperm, was now peaking out from his foreskin. He pressed his cock head against Nico's slippery, moist hole. Luciano's head easily parted Nico's cum-fragrant outer hole. Luciano slowly tucked his pelvis to press his veiny 8-incher deeper into Nico's silky warm insides, bending his knees to get himself fully underneath the little slut's fuckchute. Nico gasped briefly as felt the pressure of Luciano's raw cock against Nico's ass walls steadily get more intense. On top of the sheer force of this new raw dick penetrating him, Nico's hole still felt tender from the ravaging he'd received from Omar. "You neg, cutie?," Luciano asked sweetly. "Yes," Nico replied, trying to keep his focus on the intense pressure Luciano's cock was creating as he pushed into Nico still deeper until finally bottoming out inside Nico. Nico let out a brief moan that was louder than intended. "You on prep then?," Luciano continued. "No," Nico replied, trying to control his breathing as Luciano started pressing a little harder against the back of Nico's rectum, sending increasingly intense shockwaves through his tightly closed second hole. "Good boy," Luciano whispered approvingly, as he began churning his step-brother's DNA inside Nico's chute. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered as he tried relaxing his tender hole, wondering when it would adjust to the punishingly large raw dick in him. A small amount of cum trickled out of Nico and down Luciano's dick shaft. Luciano felt the trickle of his step-brother's cum trickling down his nuts as it turned cool. "There's nothing I love more than sliding my cock into a fuckchute that my little brother has already nutted in. Fuck that's a wet hole." Luciano pulled out and slammed his cock into Nico's sore rectum, demanding that his still-hesitant second hole yield to the full length of his fuck tool. "Aaaaah!," Nico let out as he felt Luciano's cock ply his second hole fully open. Concerns about keeping quiet suddenly became just a memory. Luciano pulled Nico's hips forcefully onto him, holding that second hole open for a moment as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm. "Holy fuck!," Luciano grunted as his nuts began pulsing and his sperm was sent flooding deep into Nico's guts. Luciano shuddered, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued unloading in Nico's used pussy, which was now fully slathered in a mix of family cum. Nico felt a deep, guttural excitement as he thought about how slutty he had been to let Omar's 41 year-old step-brother fuck an unprotected load into Nico's pre-loaded hole while Nico's jealous, protective boyfriend Omar was made to listen to it all in his own apartment. Luciano's orgasm reached its end. Nico felt thoroughly full, even as Luciano slowly began withdrawing his raw monster from the young jock's cum-soaked insides. God, it hurts even as he pulls out, Nico thought, though still he somehow relished the sting he felt as Luciano's cock easily slid past the fleshy walls of Nico's silky rectal cavity. "God," Luciano's interjection broke the post-sex quiet that suddenly made the whir of the bathroom fan more pronounced. "It's going to be fun putting you in the stable at this year's family reunion," Luciano said as he caught his breath. Nico felt his stomach flip. "Family reunion?"

Great to see another story from you carlton3053! I can already tell it's going to be another HOT one!! Looking forward to more. Thanks man!!

The information you provide us is a bit limited for us to attempt more that broad, generalized suggestions, based on assumptions we would have to make as we fill in the blanks of what we don’t know about you, your brother, and how you both actually think and feel in this situation and context. Granted, much of that you don’t know yourself, which is why you’re facing the conundrum - your obstacle to making a decision about what to do seems at least in part rooted in a lack of information. You tell us that you can’t stop “thinking about” your twin brother, but you’re never explicitly clear about what the nature of that thinking is. Later posts hint that there is a sexual attraction component, but you never say outright that you find yourself wanting to be sexual with him. Is this the case? You say you have a boyfriend with whom you have sex but you “don’t think it worked” - this suggests that you entered into a relationship with your boyfriend only for the purpose of making him a surrogate for your brother (this does not bode well for the relationship, but that’s a separate problem). You are unclear whether your distress about your unresolved feelings toward your brother is the result of feeling that they’re wrong and you don’t want to feel them, or they’re not wrong and you’re frustrated that you can’t fulfill them. Without clarity on which destination you want to reach, we cannot point to a path. Your therapist, by your account, believes that fulfilling those feelings of attraction is not in your interest, whatever the case. Given that result from a professional observer of your case, we must consider that the best information on which to consider any reply we might offer. A diabetic with a craving for chocolate cake knows he should not eat the cake - his doctor has told him so. His doctor tells him to keep his kitchen clear of any sugary desserts that might tempt him. Yet on the man’s kitchen counter is a covered glass cake plate containing a large 20-layer Death By Chocolate ganache torte that his brother brought back from the bakery. It’s killing him slowly ever time he walks through the kitchen and looks at the thing, untouchable underneath the glass. All he would have to do would be lift the cover and dig in for what he imagines is a slice of heaven itself - on the other hand, his sugar would spike, and his brother might get mad at him. What to do? The first, and most obvious, thing to do is put the damn cake somewhere that you’re not forced to think about it every time you pass through the kitchen. The second thing to do would be for the man to have a frank conversation with his brother to explain that because of his diabetes, having sweets lying around is a hardship, and would he consider limiting the food that comes into the house, or at least storing the sweets in a locked cupboard. If the brother then protests that such accommodations are too much to ask, the man should then explain that, for his own well-being and not for any ill feeling toward his brother, he must consider living elsewhere. This is, of course, a slight silly metaphor for the problem - although personally I would fucking make love to a 20-layer chocolate ganache torte if I found one in my kitchen - but the point is that you’re not making this any easier by keeping the object of your obsession within reach. You already know what the difference feels like - you lived apart in a different town for a year before coming back. You felt sad, you say, but you don’t say whether being apart relieved any of the day-to-day pressure of thinking about him. You also give no context for your return to living with him other than that you were both sad. If, as you say, he was sad because he thought you were angry with him, then he was sad for no good reason, and you could have changed that over time. He wouldn’t have been sad indefinitely. That wouldn’t have been sufficient reason to return. It seems more likely that your own sadness at not being near the object of your obsession is what caused you to abandon your therapist’s advice and return to your original unworkable situation. Indeed, it is difficult to see a way to make this situation workable in conventional relationship terms due to the complicating factors that you’re dealing not only with family, and not only with a close sibling, but with an actual twin of yourself. I have known a set of twins all my life, who are such close friends of the family that we consider them family. They have always been so very alike that their dissimilarities seemed magnified. This always emphasized to me twins aren’t copies, they’re distinct individuals. You know your brother likely better than anyone else on Earth. Because of your many similarities, you have a unique insight into the things that shape his thoughts and actions. Think hard. As much as is possible, pull yourself out of your own mind and step into your brother’s, taking in everything that you know about him. Forget about how you feel - how does he probably feel? How is he likely to react if you were to bare your heart to him and tell him everything you’re keeping bottled? You, more than anyone else, more than any psychologist, hold that answer. The way I see it, there is only one way you can reveal your heart and mind to your brother, and that is this: You tell him all of it as an explanation of why you cannot live with him. And plan to leave. This will result in one of two outcomes - either he will not reciprocate your feelings, in which case you will be able to leave without any misunderstanding this time; or he will reciprocate them and you attempt to seek some sort of mutual resolution to those feelings. (This outcome will almost certainly sabotage your relationship with your current boyfriend - indeed, both may, but unless you are able to exercise the mental discipline to divorce yourself from your obsession once and for all, that relationship will always be at risk, and its value dubious.) I wish you grace.

I don’t think bottoms should ever refuse a top. I was bred last week by a guy I was not attracted to at all but he wanted it so I offered it up. At the end of the day is bottoms are just a receptacle for a man’s seed.

A therapist is the person you should discuss this with. Here on BZ, you are going to get a lot of "oh man that's hot, you should totally put the moves on him" crappy advice. Others will tell you that you need to get over that. Some will be quietly disgusted but won't say anything because they don't want to appear negative. The reality is, you need to figure out what it is that's driving this, and that's something you're unlikely to figure out without a trained therapist who can work this out with you. Sorry to be blunt, but this is the sort of thing for which there are no shortcuts, as you've already discovered.

I agree with all ten, but I would note that I *suspect* there are large numbers of people out there who would flat-out disagree with the first point - that what they do affects others. Or at the very least, large numbers of people view that as "a problem for the others" - that is, it's incumbent on those who are worried about infection to do whatever it takes, including, if necessary, staying home 100% of the time in isolation, rather than expecting other people to alter their actions in any way. I think that's the key divide right now, between those who feel a sense of responsibility to the community at large and its weakest members to take reasonable precautions, and those who feel any limitations on what they can do are an intolerable restriction on their freedom.

We should, should we? No. That’s not written anywhere. There’s no set of rules that qualifies a “good”, “true”, or “real” slut or cumdump that says he has to take every fucking piece of abuse thrown at him. Anyone who actually practices that has such basement-level self-respect that it really would benefit from therapy. Note that I was taking their cocks, repeatedly, in both holes, ass-to-mouth, roughly, until even they needed a breather. Only when they indicated that they didn’t consider me human enough to let me collect myself after their use did I decide to walk away. Anyone who will allow himself to be used to the point of injury is either a masochist or a fool, and I am neither. And you would, you say… but have you? Have you, personally, taken serial fucking over a picnic table by a group of men uninterested in your wellbeing? If not, don’t be so quick to swear what you would do. Reality can kick fantasy in the balls.

Ah yes end of the year gang bang starts in one hour and last until????????? All I know is I have 6 boy's coming over 4 that are locked in chastity and begging to be used as sub pig's. the other 2 will leave here locked in chastity as well as full of cum. this should be fun. Not to mention all the top's that will be here. Fun nasty pig party to end the year.

Part 26 - The Curator & The Prince Alex woke to the sound of Artem bringing him coffee and putting it on the table beside his bed, observing royal protocol then jumping on the bed sitting next to him and chatting. Today was the last of the formal conference meetings which meant the day after they could go off agenda and have less formal talks bringing any ideas to the table. Being asked to give the key note speech that afternoon Alex was prepared as best he could be, the idea was daunting at first yet now he knew each and everyone of the partners he was less scared of it. He only had to remember not to look at Felipe as this would put him off. After lunch and speaking with crystal clarity and confidence then receiving a standing ovation when he finished, they praised his contribution to the charity which was now flourishing even more with his royal patronage. Liam watched from the side utterly overwhelmed and impressed by Alex, his casual but royal approach was outstanding without the stuffiness of the occasion where the partners appeared relaxed and clearly loved being able to talk with him quite openly. Alex had learnt so much about the charity and the work it does in the communities. Liam didn't go unnoticed either, always at the side protecting the prince he was becoming a regular attendee at events and the partners always took care of him taking time to talk and make sure he was involved being such an integral part of having a royal patron. A few patrons were disappointed that Artem was given time off to explore London, they knew Artem was the key to the prince's diary and kept in with him in case they wanted Alex to attend any events. Felipe walked over to Alex "Your highness" he said bowing his head gracefully. "Mr Morales" Alex replied shaking his hand. "Wonderful speech" Felipe informed Alex, "I have a premier at the end of January in LA" he said. Alex grinned "And what of it?" he asked, "You want me to attend?". Felipe nodded "I Would love you to attend at least one of them" he replied. Alex smiled "Send me the dates and I will get Artem to block the time out" he said. "Gracias" Felipe replied, "The studio will pay for you and a guest to attend". Alex nodded "Thank you, it will need to be four people, Liam and Artem will need to fly with me". "Of course, it is not a problem" Felipe replied bowing his head. They carried on chatting for a few minutes whilst Alex began thinking about who, if anyone he would take to LA. He was definitely bubbling with excitement at the thought of going to LA and when he told Liam he shook his head knowing how hard his work would be. The rest of his afternoon was taken up with Lady Trasilion and was very clear to Alex and Liam that the artist was very typical of a young modern impressionist artist, casual with no formal dress sense and expected the same at his gallery showings. She revealed they had been working on Asa to join the charity and be involved in some capacity but he had yet to give a proper answer. Alex invited Lady Trasilion to the royal suite for a drink before they were due to attend and she arrived at 6pm nodding her approval of how Alex and Liam were dressed in jeans and shirt. Alex showed Liam a picture of the artist revealing a 26 year slim guy with brown shoulder length hair that was part curly and wavy, a stubble half beard was the best way to describe what was growing on his face. The piercing blue eyes and a very handsome looking man which caused Liam to smirk looking at Alex and wondering if this was the type of man who could sweep his prince off his feet. Rushing around in the art gallery where Max was making final adjustments with Asa, the artist. Asa allowed Max to get away with a lot since he had a thing for Max and always flirted openly with him but could never make any progress since Max was strictly business as far as Asa was concerned. He liked the flirting and gave as good back when they were alone, from this they had become good friends and the reality was Asa trusted Max implicitly about his decisions. It had been several months since they had seen each other and Asa found that Max was slightly different since his holiday with the guys. "You still single then Max?" Asa asked adjusting another painting. Max slapped his hand out of the way and readjusted it "Yes, had my heart stolen on holiday". Asa stopped and looked at him "Is that why you seem different, by who?" he asked curiously. Max brushed it off "Some guy I met in Mauritius" he replied contemplating, "Doesn't matter". "Come on Max, someone got to you?" Asa asked, "What happened did Gareth the gorilla put them off?". Max chuckled "No Gareth did not put him off" he replied, "In fact he turned Gareth down for sex". "Shit no way!" Asa replied laughing, "So he must have been really keen on you?" he now asked. Max shrugged "I think so, but we forgot to exchange numbers so I will never know" he said sadly. "Worst night of my life" Asa suddenly said moving to next picture, "Sex with Gareth". Max smirked "I still can not believe you went there" he replied pricing the painting then chuckled. Asa shook his head "Wanted to try what it was about, he was way to demanding for my liking". "And you are not?" Max replied laughing knowing Asa only to well on the man front. Max looked at him "And you, have you found anyone or still sleeping around?" he asked. "Waiting for you Max" Asa replied laughing and handing him a price tag, "So who is coming?". "Usual list of our collectors and we publicised the showing so who knows" Max replied. Asa nodded "I know Lady Trasilion is coming, she is still trying to get me on that charity". Max chuckled "I guess she doesn't take no for an answer, maybe you should do it, good publicity for your career". "I guess" Asa replied, "I want to paint you naked" he said making Max laugh. "I know you do, maybe, one day, perhaps" Max replied without commitment. The WhiteGuards gallery owner checked Max and Asa were ready and at 7pm the doors were opened and people began wandering in. Gareth and Louis appeared along with Max's parents all of whom were very avid supporters of Max in his career as well as Asa. It didn't take long for the gallery to be bustling with guests drinking wine and eating canapes as they wondered through the expansive rooms of the gallery. Admiring the works and beginning to snap pieces up quickly, despite the artist still relatively unknown he had a flair for imagination and seducing the viewer in, the erotica in gallery 4 sold out within thirty minutes completely astounding Asa. Outside the gallery the headlights of the limousine slowly approached the building. "Here we are" Margarite said as the chauffeur pulled up in front of the brightly lit gallery. Liam hurried out and opened the door for Alex bowing his head in protocol "Your highness". "Keep close Liam" Alex said looking a little apprehensive at this unofficial engagement. The gallery owner rushed out of the door "Lady Trasilion how lovely to see you again" David said. "Thank you David, I have two guests with me hope that is alright" she replied. "Of course" David replied shaking hands with Liam, "Welcome to WhiteGuards gallery" he said. He move towards Alex then stumbled "Oh my!" he said looking shocked "Your royal highness". David bowed his head "Pleased to meet you David" Alex said offering his hand. "This is such an honour for us your highness" David said shaking his hand gently. "David" Lady Trasilion spoke interrupting him, "Less royalness please" she said. "Yes of course" David replied, "Please follow me". Alex followed behind Lady Trasilion and in front of Liam and were taken over to a waiter who offered them a glass of wine, David pointed out that Asa was in gallery 3 mingling around. Alex insisted Lady Trasilion went to meet the artist whilst he and Liam casually walked around looking at the pieces of art hanging on the walls. It wasn't long before Liam had Alex laughing since he knew nothing about art except for the portrait paintings hanging in the palace. Liam leaned in to Alex "Complex, disentanglement of the artists imagination" he said confidently. Alex looked at him "You are full of crap sometimes" he replied as they both giggled. "Actually it is not bad" Liam suddenly said, "Contemporary art I guess". "Hmm... looks like a painting by a person who chooses to paint like a child or is a child" Alex said. Liam chuckled "That is very demeaning" he said smirking. "Isn't meant to be, it is what I see" Alex said studying the painting in more details. "Accurate interpretation" David said standing behind them, "He painted that when he was six". Alex looked a little horrified realising he was heard "I didn't mean anything". David smiled "Actually you are the only person who has ever interpreted it correctly". Alex nodded looking back at it "So how much is it?" he asked almost to scared to ask. "Not for sale your... sir" David replied, "It is in the artists private collection". "Gallery 2 is where you find some of his recent works" David suggested guiding them through. Alex looked at his book "And gallery 4, you know the err..." he glanced down at his book again. "Ah yes the erotica artwork" David chuckled, "All sold out but still available for viewing". "Thank you" Alex replied following him through the crowds. "Take your time, the curator is in there if you have any questions and the artist is around" David said leaving them. Alex and Liam took there time looking at each piece of work which was certainly better than the first piece they saw as they moved along from painting to painting. Both of them had no idea what they were looking at and constantly referred to the catalogue that provided an insight in to the artist depiction. Despite them both not having a clue they were enjoying themselves as this was something completely different for them both. The paintings were very good and they could see a pattern in how each piece was painted that clearly defined the artists work and brushstrokes that came evident with each painting. Liam went back to the first painting in the gallery and Alex stood in front of number six called Silver Lake, it actually captured something in Alex's eye and imagination, his head was cocked to one side whilst he studied it in more detail whilst Liam moved on to the next one. Max moved through the gallery and saw the back of a guy dressed in jeans and shirt who seemed to be spending a lot of time studying Silver Lake, in fact this was Max's favourite painting as well. He walked over to the young man. "Silver Lake" Max said, "Asa painted this when he was in Italy last year staying at Lake Como". "One of my favourite paintings that captures a very serene moment in time" Max added. It took a moment for the words to sink in then the voice that he recognised but couldn't place immediately, then the flashback to laying on the beach staring in to the nervous eyes of the person who sole his heart, remembering the time and place. Then sitting on the balcony overlooking the ocean enjoying a casual dinner with butterflies whenever he looked him in the eye. A wave of nausea ran over him like never before that was hard to determine if it was excitement or dread. Alex bit down on his lip almost afraid to turn in case it wasn't who he hoped would be standing there, slowly he shuffled his feet turning to face him. "Max!" Alex said softly feeling a surge of warmth and excitement coursing through his body. Max smiled and then looked at him for a moment completely stunned "Alex!" he exclaimed staring at him. There was a weird silence between then "What are you doing here?" Max asked going all flustered. "Sort of working, what are you doing here?" Alex asked in return unsure what to say. Max looked around "I work here" he replied then stared opened mouth at Alex. "It really is you!" Alex said softly, "I thought I would never see you again Max". "I can't believe it, that you are standing here in front of me" Max now said boiling over with love. "Max, Max, calm down" Alex said grabbing his arms, "It really is you" he said almost crying with emotion. Max pulled Alex forward hugging him tightly "Alex!" he said in anguish holding him tighter. In a contrasted moment where forgot where and who he was he kissed Max who happily returned hugging and holding on to Alex like he was about to disappear again. Liam looked over and panicked having lost sight of Alex, quickly he focused in and realised that someone had hold of his prince. Automation mode engaged seeing those arms hugging almost forcing the prince in his arms. Liam flew across the gallery floor in protection mode. Weather friend or foe it didn't matter, touching the prince like this was just not done and put him at great risk. With force he separated Max pulling Alex behind him, he didn't clock on that it was Max since his primary focus was the safety of the prince. "Your highness are you okay?" Liam asked looking at him whilst holding Max at arms length. The colour in Alex's face drained fearing what was going to happen "I am fine Liam it is Max!". "What?" Liam said in shock then looking at Max. He was looking at them both weirdly. "Your highness?" Max questioned glancing from one to the other and taking a few steps back, "Is this some joke?". Alex freaked seeing the look "Max please let me explain" he said pleading and moving forward. "Is he joking?" Max asked staring at Alex and holding his hand up trying to figure them both out. Alex stepped forward "Max" Alex said calmly, "Please let me explain this" he pleaded. "What did he mean by your highness?" Max asked looking confused and like he didn't know Alex at all now. Max shook his head "No, no, no. This can't be right" he said taking another step back. Alex stepped forward "Your highness" Liam said holding Alex's arm. "Stop calling me that!" Alex said getting angry with a tear rolling down his face in anguish. Max walked backwards away from Alex "Max please!" Alex pleaded again but Max ran from the gallery. "Get away from me!" Max exclaimed loudly storming off. Gareth picked up a glass of wine for Max then saw him rushing out the door and standing on the pavement like he didn't know where to run, a scared and lost child that paced up and down. Gareth put the glasses back and quickly he ran outside calling Max who had a very upset look on his face. "What happened?" Gareth asked grabbing hold of Max, "You look like you have seen a ghost". Max stared at him still in shock "Al... Alex is here" he finally managed to say. "What inside?" Gareth now asked looking taken back at his nodding, "So what's the problem?". "I don't know" Max said, "I mean it is him" he sniffed, "I mean not him" he made no sense. Max stared at Gareth "I knew there was something mysterious about him" he added. "Max!" Alex called coming out the door, "Please let me explain" he said rushing over. "Explain what?" Max asked looking at him, "How you played me, took me for a fool that you could play with?". Liam quick as ever was hot on Alex's heels "You don't need to explain yourself" he said to Alex. Asa then appeared wondering if the party was now outside "Max are we partying out here now?" he joked. Liam looked at Asa who looked at him then Alex "Oh my god!" Asa said looking at Alex in surprise. Gareth was still perplexed "Someone tell me what is going on here?" he asked. Asa knew exactly who Alex was and bowed "Your highness, I apologise for my outburst" he said. "What?" Gareth said sounding more confused scratching his head. Alex though was looking at Max "Gareth" Liam said getting his attention, "This is Prince Alexander". Gareth stared for a moment then laughed "Okay whose joke is this?" he asked finding it amusing. Asa turned to him "Gareth this is His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia" he said. Gareth looked stumped "I am Prince Alexander's protection officer" Liam added. "And neither of you thought to tell Max this in Mauritius?" Gareth now asked looking annoyed. Max shook his head "Fair play to both of you. You really did a number on me!" he said to Alex. "Max" Alex pleaded, "I wanted to tell you Max, only it just never seemed right" he explained. "Right?" Max questioned still pacing around, "You steal my heart then probably laughed about it". "No!" Alex replied standing in front of him, "That was the real me you got know" he said. Max stared at him "I can't deal with this right now" he said shaking mostly from shock. Max walked a few steps then turned "I mean, who fucking hell are you?" he asked then walked off. Max walked back in to the gallery promptly downing a glass of wine before disappearing in to the crowd. His head was conflicted and all over the place, he knew he would not be able to think this through properly. Gareth looked at Alex and Liam shaking his head then walked back in to the gallery leaving Asa, Liam and Alex standing on the pavement. Liam put his arm around Alex and called for the car. "Can you let Lady Trasilion know we will send the car back for her" Liam informed Asa. "No wait, please don't go, I mean crap royalty at my viewing" Asa said excited. Alex shook his head "We should leave Asa I am sorry for ruining this evening". Asa stopped "You are the one he fell head over heels for!" he said putting the pieces together. Alex looked at him "You know about me then?" he asked. "God yes!" Asa replied, "Max has been completely weird since his return from holiday". Alex glanced through the gallery window "Please stay as my guests" Asa pleaded. Alex looked at Liam "Can we stay a bit longer, I have to try and speak to Max" he said nervously. "No your highness, it is best to leave Max for the moment" Asa said making sure Alex understood. "Trust me when Max gets in his head you have no chance getting through to him" Asa advised. "Come have a drink with me" Asa said inviting them back in, "Dam you are hot" he said to Liam. Liam dazzled him with a smile "Prince here ain't bad looking either" Asa added winking at Alex. Alex smiled finding Asa funny, flirty in very down to earth way "Pretty hot yourself" he said. Asa laughed "Your highness please retain what dignity you have left " Liam warned grinning. Asa handed them both a drink "So you here with Lady Trasilion then?" he asked. "Yes" Alex replied, "I am here on charity work with her" he said thanking him for the wine. "Oh yeah I know you are the patron, she badgers me enough" Asa replied forgetting his manners. Alex smiled "So you know why we are here then?" he asked. Asa nodded, "You involved as well?" he asked Liam. "A little" Alex replied for Liam, "Got involved by default as he is always hanging around". "Your highness is everything okay?" Lady Trasilion asked making her way over to him. "Yes Margarite, well sort of" Alex replied clearly trying to see if Max had appeared. "I see you have met the aspiring artist who owes me an answer" Margarite noted. Asa laughed "You win Lady T" he said putting his arm around Alex, "I will join". Liam shuffled forward and quickly removed Asa's arm "Hands off the prince please" he said. "Sorry I ain't much good in the presence of royalty" Asa said apologising profusely. "Man I would love to get you in bed" Asa said to Liam chuckling and admiring his body. Liam smirked shaking his head "I would break you like a twig" he said patting his shoulder. Asa shook his head "Dam now you have made my knob hard touching me" he said getting lost in Liam's looks. "Asa" Alex spoke, "Silver Lake painting I want to buy it please" he said. Asa turned to him and smiled "Nope, my gift to you" he said holding his hand up stopping Alex from protesting. "Thank you Asa" Alex said genuinely, "But I want to gift it to Max he likes it". "Well I have a duplicate in my studio if you want one as well" Asa offered. Alex nodded "Yes I would, but let me pay for it Asa" he said this time holding his hand up. "No your highness. But you could let me paint your portrait" Asa said winking at Alex, "Naked". Liam stepped in "Chill out Liam" Alex said, "He will be like this until he knows you" he said. Alex tapped his chin "Okay you paint my portrait for my birthday but not naked!" he replied making Asa smile. Liam relaxed a little bit changing his attitude towards Asa knowing that if his prince said that it was good enough for him his judgement could be trusted, the next hour was spent chatting away with Asa whilst Alex constantly scanned the room for Max. Lady Trasilion got wind of what was distracting the prince from Asa who was savvy enough to know when two people had a connection that needed fixing and a plan was put in place with Liam's help before the evening ended. The car arrived and Alex departed with Liam and Lady Trasilion, he had one last look to see if Max was around, his heart was breaking and he knew he would have to come back and find him. He wasn't going to let Max go a second time without a fight, whatever it took. Max was distraught and finding it hard to think on his feet, clearly distracted and unsure what to make of the revelation that unfolded. He knew deep down that what he felt for Alex was so different from anything else and seeing him again only enforced that, but the revelation of who he really was just wouldn't go away. He felt stupid, played, deceived. In fact anything he could think of was how he felt right now. Max walked through to gallery two and glanced over at the Silver Lake painting then realised it had a sold sticker on it, which didn't help matters as he was hoping to buy it and was working on his parents to buy it for him for Christmas. His parents came over noticing the distracted look on Max's face using the excuse he was slightly stressed at how busy it was, hiding his true feelings and anger that was boiling in his body. Alex walked in to the royal suite and Artem came out of his room to attend, immediately he spotted something was not right with Alex and Liam who was following with a worried look on his face. Liam indicated for Artem to go back to his room whilst he followed the prince in to his bedroom. The way he walked showed a very deflated person and Liam closed the door and put his arms around Alex who immediately had a melt down. Alex felt unable to hide or control his emotions any more, the whole evening had been a complete disaster as far as he was concerned and right now he needed his stable rock in the form of Liam. Artem ordered hot chocolate and brought the mugs in to the bedroom, the sight almost making his heart break. Liam sat on the window seat with Alex resting his head on his lap whilst Liam stroked him. Liam looked up and smiled mouthing the word Max to him and Artem knew their paths must have somehow crossed this evening. "Is he alright?" Artem asked quietly handing a mug of chocolate to Liam. "Thanks" Liam replied and nodded, "It didn't go well" he simply said. "That is an understatement!" Alex said lifting himself to a seated position his eyes now red. "Your hurting?" Liam asked softly, Alex nodded holding on tighter to Liam. Liam kissed him on the forehead and undid Alex's shirt "I told you we would be here for you". "What a mess!" Alex said down beaten and accepting the mug offered by Artem. Artem sat next to Alex and rubbed his knee whilst they drank their hot chocolate in silence. Artem took the mugs and left Liam and Alex alone. "I just want to go to bed" Alex said standing up, "I need to forget all about him it is a lost cause". Liam stood "I am not leaving you alone tonight" he said beginning to undress Alex. "You don't need to do this" Alex said moving his shoulders so Liam could take the shirt off. Liam looked at him "It was my slip of the tongue Alex" he admitted making it clear. Alex shook his head "No Liam, you were doing your job" he said correcting him. Alex half smiled wiping his eyes "Why is everything so complicated Liam?" he asked. Liam folded Alex's clothes "Maybe Max is the right person for you Alex" he said kindly. Alex shook his head "It is my title, people just can't accept it. Maybe I should..." he started. "No!" Liam said putting his hands on Alex's shoulder "You are a prince by birth and right". Alex looked at him "Stand tall Alex, you are who you are and you are a magnificent prince and person" Liam added. "What did you mean by Max is the right person?" Alex asked pulling himself together. "He freaked out, shows he truly didn't know who you are" Liam explained, "We need to work on him". Liam picked Alex up carrying him to bed allowing Alex to fall in to his arms, it wasn't long before Alex moved and wiped his eyes still upset about the whole evening. Liam refusing to let go of him stroked his back slowly until the prince began breathing steadily as he fell asleep. Liam laid there wondering why the hell Max had behaved so weirdly, it was not as if Alex had ever lied to him so maybe it was shock at finding out that he had fallen in love with a prince. The following day was no better and he was off his game in the meetings a little, he couldn't help noticing the discreet conversations going on between Margarite and Liam. Frankly Alex wanted to go home and didn't care what was going on, he only had one more day to get through and was glad to be back at the hotel where he could shut the existence of Max outside the doors. Settling down to a quiet dinner with Liam and Artem in the suite, Alex picked himself up as usual and started to enjoy himself being in their company, Liam slightly nervous and worrying about tonight and the secret plan they had hatched with the gallery owner, it was going to be one massive gamble. Something had to be done to bring Max to his senses and they needed to be alone together and discover for themselves if it was all or nothing for the prince and curator.

I'd read lots of porn magazines, and letters describing gang bangs have long been my favorite topic. It wasn't until I've got into college that I found a girl willing to indulge my fantasies. Darla and I have had quite a few bangs, as a result we've learned a lot of stuff that most people do not know about. For instance, first, in planning a gang bang you must choose your participants very carefully. At our first couple of bangs we had a number of participants who Darla later labeled fuckless wonders. Or guys who cum once and leave. As your readers probably know, a gang bang doesn't get really good until everybody has cum at least twice. Second, some degree of bi-sexuality is inevitable. All it takes is one guy willing to experiment, and everyone will be doing it. Don't panic just gently remind them why they're there! Third, guys must remember that their pleasure is not the only measure at issue: the women need to be involved. In a good gang bang the women are the focus. If they're not having fun they might decide no one else should have any fun. Fourth, don't allow the guys to curse and disrespect the women, just because the women are willing to be banged does not mean they're whores. Unless, of course, a given women wants to be so labeled. There's no denying that some people, male and female, find the notion of being in the sex trade to be a major cum-on. Fifth: don't organize a bang for the wrong reason; sixth, you call it a gang bang and the attendees don't get to cum, the host is responsible. These last three I learned just recently, when I organized a bang for the football team for the wrong reason. You could say it put a whole new light on gang bangs for me. The guys arrived slobberingly drunk, and only got worse. They started cursing Darla before she was even undressed, and then the first three guys were fuckless wonders. 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I let a couple of guys suck me off, and I'd jerked a couple of guys off but that was it. I'd fucked Darla's ass quite a bit, so knew I like that but never really even thought about a guy's butt. So I wasn't what you'd call exactly excited about being fucked, or anything like that, and I told the guys as much loud and clear. They informed me I had best shut up and take it, or they'd stomp my ass and fuck me anyway! I realized I was screwed no matter what, and knew the stomping they'd give me would only make it harder to keep it quiet, so I shut the fuck up, just hoping they'd give it up and go away. Then the conversation turned to what they wanted to do first. Without too much debate they decided to start with blow jobs. I admit I hoped most of them would be fuckless wonders, but being pissed off they had made up their minds to get their moneys worth. Not that they had payed for anything. I had been worried I wouldn't be able to make myself do it. In fact I almost vomited when the first one shot his load down my throat. Shockingly I got harder and harder as they crowded around me jerking their cocks, and waiting for my mouth. As the ordeal continued I found listening to them calling me a cum-drinking-little-fairy and a fucking-cock-sucking-homo. I was about half-way through the team when they bent me over the back of my couch. Before I realized what was happening, I had a big black linebacker ball's deep in my ass. The pain of that first penetration was intense. I screamed like the virgin I was, and my hard-on wilted like lettuce in the sun, even tho' it kept dribbling precum. About five or six guys later I was moaning and dribbled my first load onto my couch cushions. The next two hours felt like one long ass fucking. I came once or twice more even tho' my cock remained limp. One of the guys, probably the one who got the rest of them to fuck me, sucked off my limp, flaccid cock, just as the last guy finished fuckin' my ass. 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And I must admit he's right about that! Darla has done everything she can to please me, even going so far as to arrange a gang bang for me. Some of our old regulars came over and fucked me silly. Hell, even the Doc came.

I was on my way back from Toledo from a dental cleaning when I stopped off to get gasoline for my car in Napoleon at one of the 3 truck stops there - Napoleon being about midway between Toledo and Defiance (where I live). I was dressed in a pair of skin-tight joggers that are very slinky to the touch with a pair of very opaque black tights underneath, a skin-tight slinky black undershirt and a very soft black sweatshirt. I was at the pumps getting gas in my car when this trucker - well built, about 6"3 maybe, bald/shaved head, salt-n-pepper goatee and moustache (hair very short) came up behind me and said something like "a little bit chilly tonight to be wearing something so skin-tight and revealing, huh?" I just smiled at him. I guess it caught his attention because then he stopped, looked back at me, watched me for a moment and then came back to me. He said something like "Hope you weren't put off by that. I just find you very interesting is all." Again I smiled, then thanked him and said, "you're quite intriguing yourself" as I remember my eyes scanning him up and down - a bit out of fear but also a bit out of curiosity. He again started to walk away as I was now in the final moments of topping off my tank. He asked me then if my tank was finally full and I said, "Yeah, pretty close." That's when he came back one last time and got in close, caressing my ass almost accidentally but for sure on purpose when he whispered "I'd love to fill your tank tonight." His hand this time was rather deliberate in caressing the crack of my ass and sliding around to feel where my cock was now semi-aroused. Then he said, "and I see you'd like that too." That's when I whispered .... "Yes!" He directed me to where his truck was parked and how to go hide my car nearby so as not to be too conspicuous as to what was about to take place. He told me to then go to the passenger side and climb into his cab. So I did all that and found him waiting there with his coat off and shirt half unbuttoned. He reached behind me, locked the passenger door and then things just went crazy. We slipped behind the curtain of his sleeper and began to attack one another like hungry animals. I kissed him like I was madly in love or something, and he returned each one with ones of his own also so eager to have me. We stripped off one another's shirts and he began sucking on my nipples as I was kissing the top of his head. Then he pushed my head down onto his and I began to worship his hairy chest, sucking and licking his nipples and caressing his semi-tight abs. I kicked my tennis shoes off as we grabbed me around the waist and puled me in close. I threw my arms around him and we just kissed for like 5 minutes long as I felt his cock rising in his jeans and he felt mine rise to full length in my skin tight pants. Finally he lifted me up and placed me on his sleeping bunk and took down his pants as I did the same, revealing my black tights. He said something like "oh fuck yeah I hit the muther fucking jackpot. My mouth went right away to his cock and began to make it change from semi-hard to fully erect. He just kept rubbing my back encouraging me to suck on him with one hand while the other caressed my nylon covered ass. His one hand then toyed with my nipples and got me even more aroused. He finally sat on the sleeper and pulled me close as we kissed again - him fully sitting and me on my knees. He was stroking his cock as we kissed and mouthing between kisses how hot I was, how sexy I was, how he wanted me so much. He kept teasing my nipples more and I began to moan and rock back and forth as if someone was fucking my ass from behind. He asked me if I liked his cock. Asked me if I needed it. Asked me if I was eager to fuck. I kept answering "yes" to everything. He kept then telling me he was so ready to fuck me, so ready to breed me. I kept, again, saying yes. I could feel one hand behind me fingering at my hole through the silky nylon. I kept backing my ass into his finger as if to encourage him to open my nylon tights up and begin drilling me. Then he said it again, "I want to breed you" to which I begged him to do it. he reached down between the mattress and found a very small pocket knife, carefully slit open a small hole and put the knife back down, kissing me and telling me he was now almost ready. "Show me how much you need it." So I began to worship his chest again, kissing all that beautiful short chest hair and licking his tattoo over his heart, caressing his cock and telling him I needed this. He pushed me back a bit, a little rough, and kissed me harder as he began to caress my cock through the nylon material and finger my ass while kissing me. He kept taking precum from my cock and fingering my hole with it as we kissed. I got down on my knees and began to suck him and get him nice and wet and even more hard. He kept telling me over and over to suck him, suck his cock, and I did. The more I sucked him, the bigger it got. I'd guess when I started he was maybe 5 inches or a little less, but for sure by the time I'd been on my knees for the 5 or 10 minutes he had to be about 7 inches. He kept asking me if I wanted his cock up my ass and I'd nod as I kept sucking, moaning the word "yes" as I went. I just kept caressing my own through my tights and feeling myself edging closer to cumming, but I held back. He put me up then on the bed and got down on his knees, telling me to spread my legs wide and show my hole off. He pulled out a lubricated condom and slipped a finger into it and began to massage my hole, then inserted two fingers, then three and finally four. He was kissing at my cock through my tights and watching as I moaned and gyrated to his playful fingering. "Yeah four fingers. You're ready." So he put me back on all fours and slipped the condom onto his cock and began to enter me. I moaned rather loudly as the head got inside of the opening and I remember him saying "Yeah there it goes." He had me against the back of the cab, his hands wrapped around the back of my neck and his full weight pushing the rest of him into me. He then had me move so I was more fully on the sleeping mattress and he had a better angle at pumping into me. He said something like "How's it feel to have a real man fuck you?" I just said, "Oh gawd I love it! Fuck me more. Fuck me." And he did for another few minutes before he was digging his hands hard into my shoulder blade area and really pumping me. I had grabbed for one of his pillows and began to hold onto it tight as he fucked me and bite into it moaning loudly to the feel of him hard-fucking me. "Oh yeah baby you have a nice fuckhole! So tight. So firm. But I'm ready to breed you and make you my pussy," he said now as his hands were at my hips really slamming his cock into me. Then I felt him pull out and I saw the condom get tossed near where my head was. "Time to breed," he said as he slipped back into me and took a firm hold on me - one hand pressing into the small of my back and the other up near my left shoulder. He was gyrating and slamming his dick into me now, really grinding into me. He'd moved both hands back up near the base of my neck and collarbone area and was keeping me so controlled. I was now fully biting into the pillow and almost screaming out in ecstasy as he pounded my ass hard, feeling like he was trying to drive my head through the side wall of the sleeper cab. "Oh yeah baby you're a fine fuck! Every now and again he'd get in close and kiss my neck as he'd whisper about how good I was, then go back to pounding me again. I'd have to say that lasted for a good 15 minutes, 10 minutes without the condom. He finally came hard and we kissed a bit more before he got off me, out of me and got dressed. I had two orgasms inside those tights from his fucking. He gave me his number and said he'd make sure to give me an hour's notice next time he would be stopping for the evening in Napoleon to see if I could be his "bedtime fuck toy."

A couple of hours ago, a 22-year-old guy came to my hotel room. I smoked him first, then fucked me as I lay on my back with my legs raised high in the air. After that we changed our pose. I knelt on my knees on the edge of the bed and he continued to fuck me standing on his feet behind me and then a photo was taken which I am attaching to the post. After quite a long fuck, he loaded his cum into my asshole. He took a semi soft dick out of my asshole and I kept smoking it for him, soon it was hard again and he fucked me again, this time as I knelt on the armchair. It was pleasant to feel strong penetrations into the asshole well lubricated with sperm from the first ejaculation. After 10 minutes of fucking I took his dick in my mouth again and continued to smoke and jerk it off alternately, until I felt the hot jets of his young cum in my mouth. I swallowed and licked every last drop.

Part 3 - Uncle Knows Best On Christmas morning, I woke up to a knock on the door and a failed attempt at twisting its locked doorknob. I was intertwined with Noah in his bed. “Noah dear, it’s almost 11,” Melissa called impatiently. “Your aunt Lisa and uncle Reid are here. It’s time for presents. Don’t make me get your father to unlock this door.” I nudged Noah awake and pointed at the door. “I’ll be out soon,” Noah grumbled. “Bring Judd too. I think he’s still asleep.” Her footsteps lost sound as she walked away. Noah rubbed his eyes and looked at me with joy. He kissed me. I put my hand around his mouth and climbed on top of him. I was rock hard with morning wood, so I jammed its full length up his ass and pounded. He held back screams as I thrusted swiftly against his prostate. I knew we had to make an appearance soon, so I didn’t delay my climax. I spilled another load into him. “Fuck! Good fuck toy!” I pulled out to look at his gaping sloppy hole. “I wanna take you home and let all my friends use you. I wanna whore you out in Los Angeles, get that pussy overflowing with toxic cum.” Noah looked at me with glee. “I want all that toxic cum.” He still didn’t know what ‘toxic’ meant. I went and slipped into my jeans and winter sweater. Noah put on a shirt and thin light blue gym shorts without underwear underneath. His ass was prominent, and I could see a wet spot in the back as my charged cum dripped out of his hole. Noah and I slapped on our Christmas joy demeanor and ran into the living room. “There’s my boy!” Uncle Reid exclaimed at the sight of Noah. Reid was an attractive, tall man with salt and pepper hair in his late 30s. He had been married to Aunt Lisa for two years. According to his older sister Melissa, he had been the black sheep of the family and a party boy bachelor in New York City throughout his 20s and early 30s. His marriage with Lisa had come out of nowhere. “Come sit on my lap. You’re so big now!” Noah sat his wet pussy down on his uncle’s jean leg. “It’s been too long Uncle Reid!” “Happy belated birthday Noah! I can tell you’re all grown up now.” Reid looked at me with knowing eyes. We introduced ourselves, and I sensed a profound lack of chemistry between Lisa and Reid. We proceeded to open presents and eat breakfast pastries. Noah finally got up off of Reid’s lap to open the last box, a big present from his uncle. The wet spot on Noah’s shorts was prominent and a wet spot on Reid’s jeans had started to form. The present was a flying drone. “Noah, why don’t we go to a park to test out your drone? Judd, you should come along.” The three of us piled into Reid’s car, narrowly escaping others who contemplated joining. As Reid started to drive, he began to chuckle. “You two look a bit tired. Up late?” Noah looked down guiltily in the backseat. I could tell Reid knew, so there was no point in hiding. “Up all night.” “I could tell. So much cum leaking out of my nephew’s wet pussy.” “Yea, I gave him seven loads, including one this morning.” “Fuck yea. I’m jealous. We’re going to my motel room. I want a taste.” He looked in the rearview mirror at Noah. “I’ve been waiting for you to turn 18, and, when you finally do, you give your sweet pussy to a complete stranger. You’re even more of a cumslut than I hoped.” Noah looked shocked. “You’re gay Uncle Reid?” “Duh!” “What about Lisa?” “Lisa is asexual and doesn’t even live with me in New York. I only married her to get Melissa off my back about finding the right woman. Your mom was relentless with setting me up on dates when I visited home. Lisa had to deal with the same bullshit from her family.” We parked at the motel and made our way to Reid’s room. Eyes followed Noah’s wet gym shorts as the stain was obvious and had the beautiful aroma of semen. Once in the room, Reid lifted Noah, tossed him on the bed, and ripped off his shorts. His face dove into Noah’s leaking boypussy and began devouring. I stripped and sat in front of Noah’s face offering him my tool. Noah was overwhelmed with all the attention; I could feel his racing pulse as my cock invaded his throat. Reid lapped up my semen and began fingering his nephew’s loose pussy to draw more toxic semen out and into his mouth. “Judd, your cum tastes amazing.” I pondered how Uncle Reid would react to me pozzing his nephew but figured he would see my biohazard tattoo. No need to hide it. “Toxic cum tastes the best.” Reid slapped his nephew’s asscheeks around his face and looked up. “You impregnated my nephew?” He licked cum off his lips. I nodded and smiled. “Seven toxic servings of my DNA marinating in this fucking slut.” I grabbed Noah’s head and thrusted my cock in his throat with force. “Fuck. I’m so fucking jealous. You took his virginity and you get to be his maker.” He pulled off his shirt to reveal a biohazard tattoo on his pec. “I’m his uncle. That was my job.” “Who knows? Maybe my seeds didn’t convert him. Still got a chance to be his uncle maker.” Noah was diligently throating my cock, but his ears perked at ‘convert.’ As he was starting to connect the dots, his uncle whipped out his pierced 8-inch cock and place it at his boyhole. Noah flinched at the cold of the metal, but continued sucking. Reid grabbed Noah by the hair, pulled him up, and held his body against his own. “You ready to become the toxic cumdump you were always meant to be, Noah?” “Yea,” Noah panted. “You know what toxic means, right?” Noah shook his head. “It means you’re going to have my HIV in your cells. You already have Judd’s HIV. You’ll definitely have more toxic tops filling your delightful boyhole.” Noah’s jaw dropped at the news. He got HIV on his first fuck, and now his uncle was hellbent on giving him more. I wondered if he considered fighting his fate. If he did, it was short-lived, because he collapsed onto this elbows and pressed his ass to his uncle’s groin. “Give me your HIV, Uncle Reid. I want to be your toxic cumdump.” Reid wasted no time, jamming the full length of his pierced cock into his nephew’s hole. Noah squealed. I jacked off and enjoyed the show. Reid jackhammered. “I saved up my load for 10 days to give you the best birthday and Christmas gift. Tell me where you want it boy.” Noah was breathing hard, lost in the pain his uncle was inflicting on his rectum. Reid pulled Noah by the hair, slapped him hard and dropped him back to the bed. “Where do you want me to cum boy?” “Cum inside me,” Noah screamed. “You want me to poz you?” “Please uncle, poz me! Cum inside me!” Noah shrieked loudly. Reid grunted and slammed his cock to the hilt, busting his 10-day HIV-positive load deep inside Noah. Noah squirted on the bed. Reid collapsed on Noah. I got to my knees and shoved my engorged tool into Reid’s mouth. “Swallow my fresh load, you sick fuck.” Noah began to weep, overcome with emotion as his sex high wore off. Reid stayed on top of him, running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll be OK. You’ll find this was the most rewarding gift you’ll ever get. You can be free. No worries, no inhibitions.” A loud knock on the door cut through the emotion. I hopped off the bed, strode over to door and opened it completely naked.

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN AT THE SAME SEX PARTY IN A BAR THAT I WAS......BUT HEY.....THOSE POZ SEX VENUES ARE ALL OVER THE LARGE URBAN CITIES OF THE WORLD AND ONE IS MUCH LIKE THE OTHERS.....FULL OF SWEATY HARNESSED CUMDUMPS, PIGS, PUPS, PISS PIGS, BEARS, CUBS, MUSCLED MEN.......EVERYONE SMELLING OF TESOSTERONE AND LEAKING ASS JUICES FROM HUNGRY CLEANED OUT BUT WELL FUCKED KUNTS (FOR THE MOST PART CLEANED). THE SMELL OF LEATHER, RUBBER, POPPERS, CUMLOADS, RIPE ASS AND RIPE ARM PITS, PISS FILLS THE AIR. FOR A FURRY TOPMAN LIKE ME IT'S AN INSTANT HARDON AS SOON AS I WALK IN THE ENTRANCE.....THE SMELL OF PIGSEX LUST! SO MANY HUNGRY KUNTS TO OPENLY FUCK IN FRONT OF THE CROWD....SO MANY DICK SUCKERS LICKING THEIR LIPS AS THEY CRUISE THE GROWING BULGE OF MY DICK. DARK AREAS IN THE BACK AND FAR CORNERS ATTRACT MY ATTENTION WITH THE MOANS OF POZ MEN FUCKING CHASERS OVERFLOWING WITH FUCKSLOP. ARMS DEEP INSIDE HUNGRY MANKUNTS MOANING FOR DEEPER FISTS. I AM DOWN ON MY KNEES AT A WELL FUCKED HOLE SLURPING BACK THE GUT WARMED LOADS THAT TRICKLE OUT OF HIS SWOLLEN KUNT LIPS. I PASS A MOUTHFULL OF THE FUCKSLOP TO ONE OF THE PIGS STANDING AROUND JERKING AND HE IMMEDIATELY BLOWS HIS LOAD ALL OVER THE BACKSIDE OF THE PIG I JUST FELCHED. THE PIG MOANS AND BEGS FOR ME TO LICK UP THE SPENT CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS AND PASS IT TO HIS MOUTH. I START AT HIS GAPED KUNT FIRST AND SUCK BACK A HUGE FLOW OF GUT WARMED FUCKSLOP AND HIS ASS JUICES. THIS AND THE CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS I LET DRIBBLE FROM MY MOUTH INTO THE CUMPIG'S MOUTH. HE'S FUCKIN' BESIDE HIMSELF WITH CUM LUST AND I WHISPER IN HIS EAR AFTER WE'VE TONGUED TOGETHER THE FUCKSLOP FROM HIS ASS, THAT I WANT TO POZ FUCK HIM.....HE'S SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A SEX CRAZED ANIMAL AND YELLS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS...."FUCK ME SIR.....FUCK ME....I WANT YOUR TOXIC SEED IN ME." AS I SLIDE IN MY HARD POZ DICK A GROWING CROWD OF PIGS FORMS.... ALL JERKING AND PLAYING WITH THEIR OWN OR OTHER'S DICKS. THIS IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR.....THE PENT UP EXCITEMENT OF POZ FUCKING A CUM OBSESSED DUMP AND I KNOW THAT WHEN I FINISH WITH HIM THAT THERE'S LOTS OF OTHERS TO FUCK. TIME IN PIGSEX HEAVEN WELL SPENT!

I was in the bookstore about a week ago. I just bought some CBD lube and wanted to try it out. A guy was there who was really into fisting so i spread it on thick. It was the nicest sensation as he was adding fingers - kind of like being warmed from the inside out and i didn't have the usual pain as the knuckles get close. Has anyone else tried CBD lube? If so, what did you think?

I always remember this one night at camp when there were two or three guys together spit-roasting me, swapping out my holes pretty frequently, using me sort of roughly. It was work trying to keep up with them. One of the guys was really into the whole ass-to-mouth aspect of it - every time he finished rutting my cunt he would swing back around and announce emphatically, “My cock was just in your ass!” And then rammed it into my mouth. He did this three or four times, and my jaw was starting to hurt. After a bit, he said to his friends, “Let’s take five and then start again.” ”Yes,” I said, “I need a break.” ”You don’t get a break,” he said, and pushed my head down. I slowly raised it back up, pushed myself upward from the table, and said, in my not-to-be-fucked-with voice, “When I say I need a break, I need a break.” And I walked off and left them. The next day I found myself being serially fucked on a fucking bench at the direction of two strangers - every time I thought nobody else was going to fuck me and I should get up to go, they would gently push me back down onto the bench. So I ended up taking twelve men that way, but I remember one of them distinctly. He fucked my ass like he owned it, shot his load, came around to my head, and announced, “My cock was just in your ass!” He made me suck and tongue it clean, and the whole time, I thought, Fuck. He got me anyway. There have been a couple of other times that guys have kind of fucked me on the sly, like I didn’t for some reason accommodate them, and then they took advantage of a dark and crowded steamroom to slide up me and load me up. One cheeky little bastard actually told me he’d already done me twice that night. I don’t think of these as rape-like acts, or assaults, or even as nonconsensual - I don’t know why - they seem to me more like fox-in-the-henhouse kinds of ploys to get something they might have gotten anyway had they played their same hand a little differently to start with. I guess I use the metaphor of a game because it almost feels like they won a game of sorts, and my humiliation is just the humiliation of defeat. I contrast this with the one instance in which a man I absolutely did not want to service, and did not want touching me, was nonetheless able to force me to have a full ejaculatory orgasm for his pleasure. That felt utterly different. That man, also, got me anyway… but that was a sexual assault, and I felt violated. As to the others, though, I don’t bear them any ill will, and I fully expect other men will probably enjoy my body on the sly in the future. Oh well. That’s what it’s for. Anyone else have a time when you realized you’d been used after all?

Hey guys, I'm in a gay youth forum that explores kinks and self image. I'm fully out as a bb only sub and pro-HIV, so I get a lot of questions about why I only serve and submit to bareback (Poz) tops. So one of the guys I'm serving suggested I write up a list for the forum with reasons as to why condoms have no place in sex. This is what I came up with and thought I'd share it here too. I'm a sub/slave so it's from that perspective. Reduced pleasure. Taking the time to get, open and put on a condom kills the moment. Eliminates intimacy/commitment. Kills intimacy by putting a physical and mental barrier between you and your top. It also puts up a barrier of mistrust and non-acceptance of your top. Extremely bad for the environment especially marine life. Condoms are not biodegradable at all. The hottest porn stars don't use them. Think of the porn you watch. Which films do you find hotter? Ones where the actors use condoms or go bare? They aren't compatible with all lubes. The lube you're using might not be the right one and degrade the condom anyway. Pre-cum is a natural lubricant that gets blocked with condoms. And precum is the best lube and probably all you'll ever need. So don't block it. Using condoms is not sex. Your top is there to fuck you, not a latex sheath. He could get the same thing fucking a fleshlight as he would fucking you with a condom. Bad for your hole. Friction, tears. Condoms need lube, special condom friendly lube which is also bad for the environment. If you go without lube or just use a little bit, it can really do damage to your hole and create an unpleasant experience. The taste, smell and look. Condoms bring an unpleasant odor, leave a horrible aftertaste on your top's cock, and just genuinely look bad. You love dick, so why hide it with latex. They don't stop all STDs. If you're power bottom, sub, cum dump, whore or whatever, you're going to other STDs even with condoms. Absolutely nobody likes them. As a sub why would you ask your top or Dom to do something that was unpleasurable for them? What do you think? Any suggestions or comments?

I mostly go to Vault as it's the most bareback friendly, haven't been to the others for quite a while. Used to go to Sweatbox a lot before they had a refurbished and quite liked the atmosphere there tbh. Apart from Vault, which one is the best for some BB action nowadays? Would love to hear your thoughts x

That's the fukkin' spirit, BottomScruffDad! Love some serious test rides in you

Who doesnt like it when you are called what you are, i am proud of it so call me it & please treat me like it. after all it is what am for 24/7

Camp Buckwood, in Indiana.

My interest in castration began almost 30 years ago, penectomy about 20 years ago. As a happy, healthy, well liked, respected, closet bisexual, professional guy I questioned my sanity with the wild fantasies I had. Family, friends and neighbors don't even suspect that I am bisexual. What would they think if they knew I had fantasies about castration and penectomy (receiving and or doing to someone else). What would they think if rhey knew all the things I have done or let others do to my cock and balls? After many years of introspection I understood the roots of the thoughts and how things developed theough my life. With understanding came acceptance. With acceptance came realization that it was okay for fantasies to become reality. I am still fully intact, but risky play over the years have put my genitals at risk of damage/destruction. And I am okay with that. The desire is there (to have it done to me or to do to others). Given the right time, place, scene, people, fantasies could/will become reality.

Chapter 5 I must have dozed off. Next thing I knew I woke up and was alone in bed. I got up and wandered around the apartment looking for Brad but it looked like I was all alone. I got dressed and noticed a note taped to the front door. Hi son, you looked so peaceful sleeping in my bed I didn't have the heart to wake you. I had to run out but I'll be back later to take you out. DON'T shower and DO NOT remove the butt plug. Just wear shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear! I'll meet you at your place at 9pm. Holy shit he wanted to see me again! I had several hours before tonight so I went back to my apartment. I tried to straighten up my place but I was having trouble focusing. I could stop thinking about his hard cock in my tight ass. The butt plug wasn't helping either. Anytime I'd move it would make me even hornier...I was moving a lot. I finally gave up and grabbed my computer. I started googling tattoos to see if I could find any I thought would look hot on me. I came across a site about the hidden meaning of tattoos for gay men and my heart stopped. There starring at me from the computer screen was a bio hazard tattoo. I slowly started reading the article as panic started to build. Holy shit, holy fucking shit. Chad was HIV positive! And he had cum inside me twice!! Oh shit and I still had his cum deep inside me safely behind his butt plug. My little dick was rock hard and I hadn't even noticed I had a hand down my shorts fondling my balls. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me. This wasn't supposed to turn me on. This was supposed to scare the shit out of me. I started googling poz men and soon found myself on this site called breedingzone.com. I started reading some of the stories and soon found myself in the bugchasing section. Holy fucking shit, there were some seriously twisted fuckers out there. I was leaning back on my couch. I had slipped off my shorts and my hand had moved to the butt plug which was now being moved in and out of my ass. My little cock was leaking like crazy. I couldn't believe neg guys would purposely let toxic men shoot their deadly cum deep inside their unprotected hole. Not only let them but fucking beg for it. I kept reading and found a story about a young guy who went on vacation and ended up with over 100 loads of toxic cum and fell in love with one of the poz Daddies. Fuck I wanted that to be me. Next thing I knew I shoved the plug deep inside my hole and my cock started to erupt shooting cum all over my t-shirt. I hadn't even touched my dick and I came. Something was seriously wrong with me. As I sat there wondering what to do next, there was a knock on my door. I looked at the clock and realized it was 9 o'clock already. Fuck me! I'd been looking at this shit for hours. I didn't even think and quickly went to the door to let Chad in. He took one look at me and an evil grin broke out on his face. "What you been up to son? And damn, is that fresh cum on your shirt?" "Sorry Dad I lost track of time." I was so embarrassed my cheeks were bright red. "Don't apologize son, especially if you were doing what I think you were. Show me your computer boy." I handed him my laptop and watched as his smile got even bigger. "So, have you figured out what that tattoo you like so much means?" I couldn't look him in the eyes. My head was down and I whispered, "it means your HIV positive." "Look at me son." He held my chin in his hand and forced my head up. "Does that excite you?" "No sir, it scares me." "Then why is your little cock rock hard?" Holy shit, he was right I was hard again and leaking. I don't remember ever being this horny before. "You have a choice son. Bend over the couch and take another load from my poz cock, or I can leave and you'll never see my dick again." I hesitated for about 10 second till it seemed like he was headed for the door. I beat him to the door, locked it, then bent over the couch like a good slut and spread my cheeks to give him better access. He caressed my ass for a few seconds then grabbed the butt plug and yanked it out. I let out a whelp. "That's for hesitating son. Don't ever make me wait again." "No sir, I'm sorry sir. Please fuck me. I'm so horny." "What do want son?" He said as he slowly sank his hard cock inside me. "Your dick daddy, please give me your dick." "No son. Tell me what you really want." "Please don't make me say it." He pulled out of me. "Guess you don't really want me to fuck you." I started to cry, afraid he was going to leave." "Please sir I need your cum inside me." "You can do better than that. Last chance boy." "Poz cum sir. I need your poz cum deep inside me sir. Please," I begged. He slammed his dick all the way in one go. I screamed out but felt so complete. "Thank you! Fuck me, please fuck me. Poz my neg hole." "You fucking bottom whore. I knew the second I saw you I was going to bring you to the dark side. You like my big poz daddy dick ruining your neg ass?" "Yes, yes," I screamed out as he continued to plow my hole. "Fucking knock me up. Make me your poz bottom whore." He collapsed on my back as I felt him unload another huge load deep inside me. He kissed the back of my kneck. "I'm so proud of you son. Can't wait to get you your own bio haz tat."

And they’re still hot!!!

Part 4 Sitting there with cum from two different men leaking out of my spun cumhole has me feeling awesome! Next guy I find is looking for a quick pump n dump before work. He’s in his late 20s, white/islander mix, nice body, about 7in cut. Pretty much the same scinario as the last guy. I let him in, he’s happy to see me only in a jockstrap, I quickly drop to my knees and undress him while sucking his cock to get it hard. He has me face down in the couch ass up and starts rimming me, tasting the different loads and wastes no time fucking me. He starts pounding away and after only a couple minutes shoots his load and keeps going. He gets his load mixed in with the rest, pulls out and puts his cum covered cock in my mouth to clean. Once I’m done he’s dressed and out the door. Once again back to Grindr/A4A/BBRT in rapid succession looking for the next load. This time A4A works out for me. The guy can’t come to my apartment because he’s in a camper and doesn’t have anywhere to park. He wants me to meet him in the parking lot of the mall but with all the cum leaking from my ass I don’t want to get it all over the seat of my car, and I’m WAY TO FUCKED UP to even think about driving. He agrees to meet me in the parking lot of a park that I can walk to. Problem is he wants to wear a condom, I reluctantly agree because all I want is to feel cock in my ass and get fucked by as many men as possible. I put on a T-shirt and some shorts and head out to meet him. Takes me only 5 minutes to get to the park this camper with all the curtains closed. It was kind of creepy looking and for a second had a thought that I should pass on this one, especially since he wasn’t into BB, but my spun hole overrode that thought and I went right in to meet him. He was about 45, white guy, hairy dad bod type, and had a nice 7.5 cut cock. He’s already naked which saves time. I quickly remove my shirt and shorts wearing only my jockstrap. He takes me back to the bed and lays on his back while I start sucking his cock. He starts playing with my hole and gets excited when he realizes it’s already pre loaded. I tell him there are three load in there from this morning. Now that he’s hard I climb on top of him and without even lubing up, his cock slides into my hole. I start riding him and he grabs me by the waste and starts pumping hard! As he’s thrusting his cock in and out I feel the camper start shaking and wonder if anyone passing by knows that’s going on😈 Suddently I feel his body start to twitch and BOOM, he shoots what felt like a gallon of hot cum in my ass! I collaps onto his chest as he is still thrusting his cock balls deep, and after laying on top of him for a couple minutes his softend cock finally slips out of my still tight yet hungry cumhole. I can feel some cum leaking out running down my leg and he fingers me for a few minutes while I clean the rest of the cum off his cock. As I’m putting my T-shirt and shorts back on I say “so much for the condom” and he gives me this wicked evil smile and says he couldn’t resist. Thank god for that, it would have been a total waste had he worn a condom. I wash my hand and head back up the hill home, still having cum leaking from my ass and running down my leg. Part of me wished that one of the cars driving past had seen that, known what I was up to, and offered to add another load. Someday though that may happen. As I’m walking home, I’m back to my rapid succession of Grindr/A4A/BBRT looking for the next load! It’s now 8:30am! To be continued...

The chalet had a layout like any other chalet you find, standard floor plan with a living room and 2 bedrooms. However, the decor that it had was fascinating. There were framed black and white photos Jérome fucking, hung on the walls. Different sizes and shots mostly focused on his or the bottom's expression. I got to give credit to the photographer who took the photos as it wasn't purely smut, it was actual erotica. In the hallway leading to the main bedroom, lined a series of portraits of different guys staring blankly, clearly tweaked or on something. Each held a board that resembled a mug shot sign, indicating their name, age and loads taken with the date. I counted 8 photos lining up opposite each other in the hallway. Sir joked that mine would probably be on the door. "It's 1 PM. I'll give you an hour to settle in. Wear anything you want and have a look at the itinerary. Remember, no refusals at all. Any questions?" "What do you prefer I wear, Sir?" I opened my bag and laid down the attire I had. "None of that fruity shit. You want what I want you to wear? Follow me." I followed Sir to the closet door and he took out a chest with a label "Mark Boy #4" on it. "You got a great body, an athletic one, reminds me of a jock I knew." A black football helmet with a biohazard sign on the back was put on me with an elastic jock pulled through my legs. The label on the band said "SLUT" in bold and italic. I could tell it wasn't washed from the crystalized dry cum that scrotum pad had. I then had to put on a pair of white high knees sock with black striped that contained99 followed by a pair of damaged Adidas Stan Smith. A leather shoulder pad was also put on over me that had hooks. I guess it also doubled as a harness. Finally, Sir attached a pair of kneeguard on me. "So that those knees don't fail on ya ;)" "You still have 10 minutes. Make the most of it before we start." I decided to go to the kitchen, opening the case laid on the counter to rejuvenate myself. A bottle of pre-made G at set measurement. A bag of T shards and a clean glass pipe. "Take as much as you need, you'll be begging me for more after this. And only I will control your intake. Except for this though. I'm not that unforgiving" A bottle of poppers tied to an armband was thrown to me. I secured it on my left arm, accessible at any time. I did a few hits of T and swallowed the G, inhibiting myself a bit. "When you're ready, make yourself comfortable in the living room." The clock was 2.55, I assumed that at 3, my breaking will commence. Sir came out of the bedroom, slowly dimming the lights and closing the shutters, making night fall in a split second within these walls. The same techno music started to play. It was soothing, repetitive and had hints of chanting. Very spiritual too. I was laying down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, appreciating the dark colorful lights coming from the projector and slowly closed my eyes waiting for Sir, or Jérome, I didn't know. The names started to lose meaning and I could tell I was starting to lose myself. "Boy!" I jolted and stood straight on the armchair, now processing what I'm seeing. Sir was standing above of me, holding an hourglass that was on the coffee table while having a hit. "T-Minus 30 seconds, boy, you're going to be transformed soon. " I didn't realise that during my short doze, Sir managed to tie me up and pushed me off the chair, kneeling in front of him. The G was quite something. I was now my knees, trying to maintain my posture when Sir attached his final ornament on me, a collar. While tightening it, he assured me that it wouldn't affect my breathing and that until the collar is off, I am obligated to obey him. As I responded with Yes, Sir, Jérome closed my mouth with his and shotgun a hit, sending me to cloud 9. "As I mentioned, I control your intake tonight." My eyes lit up and I could only respond with nods and agreements to whatever Sir was starting to say, "Your ass is going to get worked by daddy, right son?" "Daddy's going to see how bad you've been, smoking T behind daddy's back, you've been a naughty slut haven't you?" "You going to take daddy's friend's dick? Let them breed you too? More variety in your gut now son?" "Daddy's going to breed you well boy, you're a good sport, I can see that, winning in the field, now you're winning daddy's dick." "You want my poz load in you boy? Daddie's friends poz load too...?" Every taunt that Sir said, I responded in Yes, Sir or Yes, Daddy. "You're going to obey Sir and lisen to Daddy, right Bryan?" That sent me of the edge in trying to tell who's who. He was masterful in his seduction. I just shouted Yes! "Very well, slut." After whispering and taunting me while caressing my head, Sir began to play with my hole. I could feel index finger and the nail, longer than usual, invading me. It was dry at first, but Sir then covered his finger with some shards and coconut oil to make his special lube. The second time his finger was in me, I could only moan in pleasure. I didn't notice that he already had 3 fingers in me, telling me that this feeling isn't going to last forever. "From extreme pleasure to extreme pain, that's how I break you, boy. Cause after this, the only pleasure that you seek and the pain you avoid will come from me." After having my hole inspected and laced with T, Sir took out a pair of clippers and attached it to my nipples, sending me to a series of screams and adjustment. I now understand what Sir is going to do. This isn't just a test to see if I can be a part of Sir's group but also a chance for me to prove to Sir that I deserve to be the one with the portrait hung on the main door. I wailed momentarily and said Thank You Very Much, Sir. With the clips adjusting itself to my nipples, I began to also slowly have a hard on forming. Rarely does this happen to me on T. At first sight, Sir slapped my jock pouch and squeezed it, making me yelp more. It was then flaccid again. I was still stood on the floor, but arched with Sir's hand examining my hole. "Bonne salope." Sir said with both his hands now on my ass. He dived in to tongue my hole and slowly rimmed me, letting the lube leak out of my hole, massaging it and electrifying the nerves around my sphincter. I can't even try to describe or even retell the pleasure I felt. It's as if my hole had a new purpose of being devoured by Sir. Slowly, I was surrendering part of me to Jérome. For around 20 minutes, Sir did not stop and once he was satisfied, he strike a slap on my ass cheek, releasing a moan from me. "Time for pain. Remember, pleasure, and pain boy." A cane was then taken from the ottoman opposite of the coffee table. 3 different lengths, 3 different strengths. The first one was light, the second was relatively painful, and the third one made from rattan and leather left me in tears. Strokes of Sir's hit left symmetrical cut marks on both my ass cheeks. There was only dried blood and Sir didn't stop hitting as he told me to "Not worry, as it'll dry out. Remember, no turning back." Sir made sure that I remember my decision to do this and I had no regrets. The pain evened out the pleasure. I was exploring a side I didn't know I had with Jérome. For the next 3 hours, in the living room, I was disciplined with the cane on the feet, ass and my back. In return, I got rimmed and finally fisted by Sir. After the final hit that left my back in cuts that were now slowly letting out blood, Sir came up to me and told me that my ass is calling his fist. But before answering, he needs to be sure that I can accommodate other things first. From my bag, Sir took out the largest dildo and feigned a laugh. Not big enough. He went to the drawer and pulled out a row of his collection, made from polished stainless steel. Built to withstand any ass muscle. The first dildo he inserted felt like it weight more than a pound, cooling my insides as the heat from my body acclimatize to the toy. Sir pulled in and out, easing my ass clenching to it. The second dildo Sir used had a bigger girth and I could now feel my hole dilating. I started to moan and begged Sir to go further. "Yes, son, that's the way, let's stretch out your hole now, daddy's here." Jérome alternating between Sir and Daddy had catalyzed this strong feeling and attraction I had toward him. It's not just the repressed daddy issues that was now beginning to manifest, it was also the submissive nature I take pleasure in. I knew that despite everything that Jérome will do to me for the next couple of days, I will accept it with grace. Anything. I am now his, I thought, with the 2nd toy's base finally being enclosed by my sphincter. "Goood boy!" The dildo was then pulled with great force that I yelp out another series of pain and moan that could be either pain or pleasure. I knew that I was learning and most of all, obeying what Sir Jérome, or Daddy, or Master tells me to do. The third toy was now larger, with a bigger girth and resembled two attached dildos, as if used for double penetration. I thought receiving it wouldn't be as hard but because my sphincter was already torn, I still had to endure the gap between the two shaft had in me. I was now moaning and panting, something Sir took pleasure in witnessing. "There boy, toy no. 3 makes it feel as if you're getting 2 dicks. By Thursday, you'll be getting 3 inside you. Real ones. I'm also getting you ready for more." I continued to moan and thank Jérome, letting out a request this time to get a hit, seeing that the pain was overtaking the pleasure. "Ah ah boy, not until I say so. You gotta earn your hit." With that, he stroked the double dildo into me and slapped my ass hard. This time, he was wearing a leather glove. I wasn't sure how long the pain lasted but I did remember suddenly having my attachments loosen up and being laid on the sofa. Panting, Jérome gave me some water that he was drinking and passed me a pipe to do my first hit in 2 hours. The wave is back I thought and I was now adjusting myself on the sofa. Still in the sports gear, I can't believe how far my ass was worked by Jérome. The TV above the fireplace was then turned on and I watched a recording of myself. It seemed as if there were cameras placed at the corner of the ceiling and by the window, difficult to see from the regular eye but hidden in certain ornaments and decorations that were strategically placed to give a camera view that would rival most studios. Before I was done with my 3 hit, Sir attached a gag ball with a hole and jammed his flaccid dick into me, letting me savor his shaft for the first time. Salty from the sweat and humidity we were in, mixed with a taste of G that he probably rinsed with. Sir held my head in a still position and began to relief himself, letting his piss flow in my throat as I mindlessly gulped. The taste at first was strong and pungent but then I got used to it. My heart began to pound even more and I could tell that the chems that Sir had were now being metabolized by me. In a way, what we were doing wasn't short of sustainable. I was still in control as Sir assured me that the previous boys he had were already shivering. Sir took off the gag and held my head, pecking me softly and kissing me, tasting the piss stains from my lips and cheeks, spitting back into me and finally pulling the nipple clamps off. I could only screech in relief. "We're now going to take a little break cause it's almost night time. Well actual night time I mean." 7 PM. How time flies. 12 hours ago, I was getting ready for something I didn't have any idea on. 6 hours ago, I had my hole fingered and now, a few minutes ago, I had drank someone's piss for the first time. I can slowly feel myself breaking my old shell, satisfied at my decisions and having zero regrets. I collected myself on the sofa and took the envelope with the itinerary. Sunday 2 PM - 7 PM - Introduction / Hole Play 7 PM - 8:30 PM - Intermission 8:30 PM - 2:30 AM - Sling, Bondage & Whips Monday 2:30 AM - 6:30 AM - Recovery 9:00 AM - 3:00 PM - Introduction to Members The description was vague and kinda useless as I didn't know what was going to happen exactly. When will Sir fuck me? When will I get bred? These were my current desires that I had to immediately obtain. I guess making me anticipate would only intensify the accomplishment I'll get. Perhaps I will be rewarded with a fuck. Or maybe I will be humiliated more, suffering from more forms of torture that Sir wants. In the heat of uncertainty, I was still horny and most of all feeling great with the substances that Sir fed me. To keep my hole clean and proper, I wasn't allowed to eat but only consume liquid. Thankfully, there was no urge to do a no. 2 as Sir was also keen on douching me regularly during our time. The clock hit 8 PM and I was still seated in front of the fireplace, observing the way I was getting my hole worked. I took mental notes on how to gyrate myself better, making it easier for Sir to reach me and feel me. It was enlightening to watch myself in this way. Sir passed by me and then switch the video, showing me the previous boy he had. Apparently, it was his final night, after being confirmed to be a part of the group. It was a short clip, probably 3 minutes max, of a boy, probably early 20s, latino with a nice bubble butt, bouncing on two old guys dick. Moans of pleasure and yeah's by men surrounding him encouraged him to fuck himself on the two guys, with Sir finally asking the boy whether He's grateful to be a part of the brotherhood, aiming to foster its growth and longevity of his strain. The boy, fixated on Sir while moving his hips up and down, responded I'm fucking grateful to be the latest member of the brotherhood and that I will fulfill its mission when it is finally sealed. The next cut of the video showed the boy, now in clothes, opening an envelope, and then showing the letter to the camera, with his results being positive. The video ends with Sir holding up his chin, congratulating and telling him, "Bienvenue dans la fraternité, Daniel." Daniel could only smile as he picked up a board detailing his name, Daniel Hernandez, age, 23, and date of membership, 13 July 2019. This is when his portrait is taken, first upper torso, then side profile with his clothes off. His body had a narrow scorpion tattoo now on the neck, with the tail trailing from the navel. The boy looked completely fucked, with a buzzcut and defined eyebrows but satisfied. I could envision me in the same position soon. Maybe a biohazard tattoo behind my neck like some guys have. Or on my chest, with both my nipples pierced. "Intermission's over, boy. Like what you saw?" Sir came back with ropes and locks of chains in his hand. Not only did I like what I saw, I envied it. I wanted to be better than Daniel and make Jérome take a fat drag after he's done with me. "Where is Daniel now?" "Ottawa. Not that far. He stung 2 guys, both willingly, both in university. Not far from your likes, I suppose. He was a good fuck. A bit loud though. I guess you're better in that aspect..." Sir now laid down the ropes on the table and slowly made me wear ankle and armbands with hooks. "It's time for us to head to the bedroom now, no sleep of course." My outfit this time changed, and rather than the jock theme earlier, it was now more leather. A leather jock, boots, harness and mask with only a mouth hole were what I had to change into. I was a bit relief that the stench of Sir's piss was no longer a problem. Without any sight, I was guided into the room and holstered on to what I suppose was a sling. The eyezip of the mask was then opened and I could see myself hung beneath a platform mirror. The bedroom had mirrors on each side of the walls in addition to the ceiling, with porcelain tiles arranged in a circular manner, making the person on the sling its centerpiece. Sir had lit up candles and I was leaning on to the possibility that things are starting to get sensual. But I stand corrected as Sir now started to tie my limbs tightly and with no mercy, making me screech again while I try to figure out what was going to happen to me. Since I was still wearing the mask, Sir had also manage to put a sort of oxygen mask on me that was attached to a glass bong, lighting it up as I respired. Once again, I felt the hit and became defenseless to what Sir is about to do to me...

My master made me service him orally several times that day, He locked me in my cage between each service and told me to rest, I would have to work in a few days. Keeling a cage on my dick so I could not cum and never touching my ass. Each time he would cum I had to swallow it and show him I had swallowed his load before being led to the cage. On the third day he told me to shower and clean because my services were needed. I began to clean myself and got excited mostly hoping that I would get the same driver and he again would fuck me so I could cum. I had dreamt of him every night since. I was crazy horny and needed to cum again. I presented myself after the shower and my master gave me my clothes. There was a jock, baseball hat and a baseball uniform. I put it on, and he told me that my john had ordered it. He called for a ride, and I was disappointed when a different driver appeared. He was older and as horny as I was, I would have let him fuck me, but he never made a move. He dropped me off at my destination and handed me an envelope, once I exited, I quickly opened it and it had an address and apartment number. I found the building and knocked on the apartment door. There was a tall attractive blond-haired guy who answered the door in shorts and a tank top, and he asked me in and took me into the living room where I found three other guys. On the sofa there was a large muscled red head who looked to be about forty years old and a skinny bald headed guy in his early thirties. Neither very attractive, the last guy was a strikingly handsome middle eastern guy one of the chairs. The Red head told me come over, I walked toward him and as I did, he stood up and towered over me. He had to be 6’4 and he told me to stop about two feet from him and to turn around. I did as I was told, and he said nice ass boy. I love baseball players. Now get over here and show me you know what you are here for. I walked another stop and then started rubbing his bulge and he pushed on my shoulders, and I was soon on my knees unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. The guys pubes where bright red and this dick was huge even soft. I lifted it up and sucked on the head, it grew quickly and soon it was fully hard and bigger than I had taken before. I could hardly suck it. The good looking guy got up and held my had as Red told me to watch my teeth and he fucked my throat as I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I began to coke on that big dick and gag. He pulled out and let me suck the hot guy, he had a normal 8 inch dick and it seemed easy to swallow him after Red. The bald headed guy got up and began to feel my ass and slowly reached around and unbutton my pants and pulled them down exposing my ass. He began to eat my hole, which made me moan on the good looking guys dick. Red sat back down, and the hot blond pulled out his beautiful cock and pulled me off the dick I was sucking and moved me to his dick while the bald guy pressed his big dick inside me. I had not seen it, but it was thick and felt amazing. He fucked me for ten minutes and pulled out and said next. Blondie went next and he fucked me till he shot inside me and the hot good looking guy breed me and finally red. Red was so big, it hurt, and he was rough. I am sure he made me bleed, once they were done with the first round, they let me go to the bathroom and I sat on the toilet and let up the cum and it was all pink. I thought maybe I was done since my hole had been beaten up and they had all cum but when I came out Red was sitting on the sofa and motioned for me to come sit on his big dick. I went over and got up and lowered myself onto his huge dick and I felt so full. It actually felt great when I could do it slow and steady. The goof feeling only lasted for a few minute and he pulled me up a little by lifting my hops and began to fuck me hard like before. Then he pulled me to his chest and turned to the left and laid back and held me there while the good looking blond fasted a ball gag on my mouth and around my head. I had had them before but this one was huge. Then someone pressed their dick against my battered hole and after some hard pressure and lots of slaps on my ass and poppers the dick slide in slowly and I screamed into the ball gag, but it could hardly be heard. I felt like I was being split in two and then I hard the guy cum and knew it was the hot guy from the chair. When he pulled out red fucked me for a minute and then more pressure and without as much resistance this guys dick slide in and he fucked me for five minutes and shot. It was the hot blond. I could see they both got dressed and I heard them call me a fucking whore cum dump when they left. The bald guy took his time getting inside me and he kept sliding his fingers in beside red’s penis and after ten minutes and four fingers inside me stretching my hole he slide inside me, and they fucked me like that for twenty minutes and Red shot his load inside me. Baldie pulled out and so did red. They placed me on the sofa with my ass out and baldie started fingering and with four fingers and then both hands trading off and one and after ten minutes he started to press hard after stretching my hole and suddenly he shoved his hand inside me and I lost my breath and passed out from the pain and woke to him fisting me telling me what a good boy I was. It took a while, but I started to like it, and I soon came. My body shook and Red took off the ball gag while baldie continued to fist my hole and ten minutes later I came again and baldie pulled out and jacked off till he was ready to cum and shoved it inside me. He pulled out and cleaned up and left and Red took me to the shower to clean off. He fucked me again in the shower and shot inside me and then told me to grab my clothes and get dressed and go stand by the road for your ride. I am done with you! I got dressed and walked out to the road and I wanted to cry but tears would not come out. My ride arrived and it was the cab driver I liked who had fucked me. He drove me and did not say a word to a remote area and in a dark alley he stopped and come back to my door and opened it and unzipped his pants and let me suck him off. Then he fucked me like before but this time it felt amazing and he made me cum a third time and he pulled out after he shot and closed the door and did not say a word and drove me back to my owner.

Here's a short quickie chapters. Sometimes a short quickie is all we need. Part 15 I didn't see Colt the next day or night. He told me he had several dates lined up as he hadn't been paying attention to his fans recently, blaming me of course, and there were a bunch of men waiting to use his teenage cumdump hole. I was surprised that I found myself to be a little jealous. Of course he had told me from the beginning he wouldn't be monogamous. And I wasn't jealous about other men fucking him, I was jealous because I wouldn't be there, I wouldn't be a part of it. I really enjoyed watching Colt get used. But I just had to accept that this is how it was going to be. I wouldn't always be there. I had smoked some weed to help me get my mind off of Colt and was able to drift off to sleep. At 3:30 in the morning I was woken up by Colt crawling into my bed. He had a key to our house, of course, and had snuck in. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, startled to see him. "I missed you baby." He said kissing me. "And I'm horny as fuck!" "What do you mean? Didn't you just spend the day and night getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Yes." He said. "17 loads in my cunt." He said taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. I could feel his caged cock under his jeans. He giggled. "I locked myself up this morning. I didn't want to cum all day. I only wanted to cum with you in my pussy." He quickly stripped and grabbed me, rubbing our naked bodies together. He reeked of sex and cum. "17 loads huh?" I asked. "You were certainly a busy little whore today." I said as my cock sprung to attention. "Uh-huh." He mumbled into my mouth as he kissed me. "But I want at least one more in me baby. Yours." He whispered into my ear. "You wanna add your load into daddy's fucked out pussy?" "Who you calling daddy?" I asked, taking the dominate role. "I only see a nasty pig boy slave who needs another man's big cock up in his slutty, sloppy hole." "Yes Sir!" Smiled Colt, assuming his role. "That's better whore. Now show me your nasty cunt. Show your Master your disgusting cumhole." I ordered him. He quickly complied , throwing his legs in the air and pulling out his buttplug. I salivated at the sight of his rosebud. He was gaping open and it shone a bright red in the lamplight. "Push it out whore. I want to see it!" He pushed and it looked like a little flower blooming as his insides pushed past his sphincter. Cum leaked out of it. I couldn't resist and planted my mouth on the bud before me. I sucked and nibbled on his intestines while he moaned in ecstasy. "Push out whore!" I ordered him. "I wanna see those nasty loads come out of your filthy pig hole." He didn't say a word as his hole pulsed and a big gob of cum poured out. I managed to catch it in my hand and I reached up and slapped Colt across the face with it. It splattered a bit and I rubbed it into his face and hair. Then I dove back down onto his hole. "Keep pushing it out!" I mumbled as I ate his hole. He pushed harder and I felt more of his insides pass my lips as cum flowed into my mouth. My cock throbbed as I took these strangers loads from my bitches used hole, took these loads from him that he had worked so hard for and was so proud of. When I felt I had taken from him all I could, I pulled my mouth off his hole and replaced it with my cock. I slid into his hot, velvety hole, groaning. I didn't know which I liked better, his tight hole when he hadn't been fucked recently, or his fucked out sloppy chute that he had just given up for anyone that wanted it. I liked them both. As I started fucking him, I spit all the jizz I had in my mouth right in the middle of his face, hitting him square on the nose. It splattered and some hit him in the eye, the rest running down his cheeks. "There's your precious loads." I growled, spitting on him a couple more times. "You are such a filthy whore you don't deserve to keep those loads inside you. They're where they belong, on your nasty pig slut face!" "Yes Sir!" He moaned as he licked off what he could reach around his mouth. "Look at you pig." I laughed. "So desperate for cum." "Yes Sir, I am!" He panted. "Well, here comes another one for you whore." I announced as I started pumping my load into Colt. I had been so horny all day thinking of Colt out getting fucked, and hadn't even jerked off. I had wanted to save it for him. So it only took a little bit of thrusting before I was shooting off. But that was ok. I had at least one more good load in me. Maybe two! My cock didn't even go soft and I was fucking Colt again. "Please Sir." He started begging. "Please what, slave boy?" I asked. "Please take the cage off Sir. I wanna cum so bad!" He whined. "Oh, do you?" I teased. "Does my little slave boy wanna cum? Does the pathic whore thinks he deserves it?" "Yes Sir. Oh please." He continued. "I was a good boy and saved my load for you Master. I wanted to come so bad all day, but I didn't." "Tell you what, slave. You can cum, but only with the cage on. And you had better cum before I do, because if you don't, you will wear it all week!" I snarled. "Yes Sir. Please fuck me real good and make your slave cum!" He begged me harder. I just looked at him and pulled out. He whimpered a bit at being empty and so horny. But I didn't leave him empty for long. Just long enough to grab some nipple clamps and attach them. Then I slid back in. "So, tell me about your day, whore. You took 17 loads, were they all from different men?" "No Sir." He panted. "14 men. 3 came twice." "Start from the beginning. Tell me about everyone." Colt began his story, telling me about every man he hooked up with today. There were all kinds. Old men, fat men, ugly men, and he spread his legs for each and everyone like a true cumdump. My dick throbbed in him as he told me about all their different cocks. Even though I hadn't been there to watch, just hearing him talk about it all got me so worked up. Listening to him tell me about what a whore he is brought me to the edge. "I'm getting close bitch. Are you ready to cum for Master?" I asked him. "I'm so close Sir! Oh God I'm close!" I pounded that special spot inside him that I knew so well. That perfect prostate spot. He started whimpering and moaning, and I doubled down on my thrusts to that spot. Soon he grabbed me and held me tight as his whole body started shaking. Then he started crying out, muffling his sounds into my shoulder as his caged cock erupted. I reached between our chests and grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and ripped them off. Colt let out a muffled scream of pain and that triggered my second orgasm. I buried myself in him and unloaded another huge load into his sloppy, jock cunt. After we had come down from our high, I made him lick my belly clean of his stickiness. Then I licked his belly clean and we kissed, savouring the taste of his sweet cum between us. "Can you remove the cage now?" He asked when we had finished. "Can I remove the cage what?" I corrected him. "Can you please remove the cage now, Sir?" He replied. I thought about it for a moment. "You know, I don't think so slave. I believe I have to get even for a certain very embarrassing hickey. You'll wear it all week after all." I decided. "Now shut up and go to sleep." I ordered him as I shut off the light, rolling over. "Yes Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." He replied softly as he snuggled into me, spooning. He placed his hand on my cock and held it as we drifted off. "I love you." He whispered in my ear before he started snoring.

Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

Hello gentlemen, I know it takes me some time to get chapters out, and I have multiple stories going on at once, but I have so much twisted shit in my head, that I just want to get it out there for you to enjoy! Plus, I don't have a computer, so I do this all on my phone. It takes about 3 hours or more to write a chapter this way. If I had a laptop, I could pound it out (ha-ha, I said pound it out) in probably an hour, so there's that. I do want to take a moment and thank everyone who enjoys my stories. I'm not a social media whore, (I don't have a single social media account, not even facebook) so I don't live to get likes. That being said, I do appreciate those of you who like or comment. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Now on to the next chapter, enjoy. Part 3 Colt collapsed on top of me, our bodies drenched in sweat and smelling like a couple of Broncos that had been ridden hard, which I guess we were. I was starting to come down from the sex high and thought I would feel shame about what had just happened. But I didn't. I felt wonderful. Being here with Colt like this felt like the most natural thing ever. I couldn't believe it, I was fucking gay too! I had never thought about men sexually before, and now here I was, underneath my best friend, his cock still buried in my cum filled ass. I continued to cling to him tightly as he started kissing me again. I just gave myself over to him. Eventually he pulled out of my ass, and I felt empty. He rolled over and grabbed the bong, drawing a big hit before he passed it to me. "How do you feel?" He asked me. "Any regrets?" "No." I replied as I exhaled the weed. "I honestly feel really good about what just happened. I can't believe it. I never thought I was gay." "Good." He replied as he pulled me under his arm. "Cause I want to do this lots with you." He said as he kissed me. "I want to explore everything with you." "So, are we like boyfriends now?" I asked as I snuggled into him. God, I can't believe what a girl I just sounded like. "We can be whatever we want." He replied, nuzzling my neck. "We don't have to be anyone's idea of what we should be. We can make our own rules." I thought about this for a second before I asked him, "What does that mean exactly? Our own rules?" "Look baby." He started, looking into my eyes. "I love you. I mean that, I do. But I have to be totally honest here. I can't do the monogamy thing." "So, I have to share you?" I asked. "Don't be a little bitch." He said as he kissed me. He took my hand and placed it on his chest as he looked into my eyes. "You have my heart, you always will. But I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not anymore. It wouldn't be fair to either of us." I pondered this as I hit the bong again. "Besides," he continued as he nibbled my ear, "Didn't you find it hot when you were watching me? Admit it, you did. You liked watching me get fucked." I didn't respond right away and Colt started fingering my cum filled hole. I moaned as he pulled his cum covered finger out of me and licked it. "Yea you did." He continued as he put his finger back in me. "You liked watching. Come on baby, tell me you did. Tell me you liked to watch me take cock." I moaned as he put a second finger in me. "Yes Colt." I finally admitted as I fell further under his spell. "I loved watching you get fucked." "See, I knew it." He said, moving his head between my legs. He pushed my knees back, exposing my hairless pink asshole. "Mmmm. Your pussy is so pretty." He said as he licked it. A new jolt of electricity flew through my body at this new sensation, and I groaned. "We're gonna have so much fun together baby." He moaned as he licked my hole. I gripped the sheets in my fist as he planted his lips on my asshole and started sucking on it. "Do you wanna be my little slut?" He panted in between sucking and tounging my hole. "Do you wanna take cock for me? Do you wanna make your brother very happy?" "Oh god yes Colt." I moaned, lost in the intense erotic feeling of having my ass eaten for the first time. "I'll do anything for you." Colt crawled up to my face and kissed me. I could taste the muskiness of my ass on his lips, and it made my dick throb. "Good boy. That's what I want to hear. Now, suck my cock." Colt rolled on his back and I moved down to his hard dick. I took ahold of it in my hands for the first time and marveled at how I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. I couldn't believe I had taken that whole thing in my ass on the first try. In fact, there was slime on it, but I didn't care. Colt wanted me to suck his dick, and that's what I was going to do. I would do anything to make him happy. I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could and slid it over his head. I lightly sucked it at first, enjoying the spongeness of his fat mushroom head. I took more of it into my mouth, gagging when I got to about 4 inches. "Here, hit this." He said holding the bottle under my nose. I took a few hits as the rush went through my body. He placed his hands on my head and pushed it down a little. "Relax your throat." He told me as he pushed more. I did and a little more cock slid into me before I started gagging again. I pulled off and gasped for some air. "You're doing good." He encouraged me. "I don't expect you to take it all on your first try. We'll train your throat to take my monster." I smiled at him as I took him back in mouth. I worked his cock in my mouth as good as I could while he fed me hits and continued to encourage me. Soon, I was able to get his fat head just past my tonsils, but that was as far as I was able to go. "Yea baby, you look so good with my dick in your mouth." He growled. "You got your brothers big dick in your cocksucking mouth and it's so hot! Come on, show me what a cocksucker you are. Oh yea, we're gonna get you to take cock all the way in both your holes. You're gonna be my little cock slut. Taking cock to make me happy." I don't exactly know why, but the degrading way he was talking to me was turning me on more. I started sucking his dick harder as I also jerked on it with my hand. "Oh fuck yea. Show me what a little cum slut you are. Suck your brother's cock. You want my cum baby, huh? Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Come on, tell me you wanna eat my cum. Tell me you want to swallow your brother's load!" I pulled off his cock and looked him in the eyes, his beautiful green eyes. "Yea I want your cum." I panted as I continued to jerk his fat cock. "I wanna eat your load bro. Give it to me." "Then get your slutty little mouth back on my cock, bitch!" He ordered me. I dove back on it as he placed his hands on my head. He started thrusting up with his hips as he held my head. "Oh fuck yea! Suck my cock you fucking slut! I'm getting close baby. I'm gonna shoot in your mouth! Are you gonna eat your brother's cum? Are you ready bitch? Cause here's it comes! Eat my fucking load you cocksucker!" Then he shot off. The first shot hit me right in the back of the throat and I choked on it. I pulled back a little bit as shot after shot filled up my mouth. Soon it was full of his big load. I had no choice but to pull off his cock and swallow before I drowned. As his big load slid down my throat, I dove back on his cock as it was still cumming and I wanted every drop of him inside me. "Oh yea. Eat all my cum, bitch. I knew you were cock and cum hungry slut! Aren't you?" "Uh-huh." I nodded and mumbled around his cock. "Come on, look at me and say it. Say you're a cock and cum hungry slut! Say you're MY cock and cum hungry slut!" I pulled off of his dick and looked him in the eyes. "Yes Colt! I'm your cock and cum hungry slut!" He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his mouth. He kissed me as my hard cock pressed against him. "Oh god your mouth tastes so good when it's had my cum in it!" He whispered. "Fuck me Austin. Fuck your brother! I need your cock in me!" I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. Now it was my turn! "Look at me!" I ordered him. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. I lined up my cock and slammed it into his hole. Colt's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a, "Fuuuuuuuuccccckkk yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" Without even pausing, I started to fuck Colt hard, slamming myself into him. His ass was like no pussy I had ever felt. It was so hot and tight. "Now whose the slut?" I barked at him. "Huh? Whose the little bitch now? Whose the little cock slut?" "I am baby! Oh yea, I'm a fucking cock slut bitch! Give it to me! Fuck me Austin, FUCK ME!" "That's right bitch!" I said. "Open your mouth!" And he did. I spit in it a couple of times. "Now swallow that, slut!" I ordered him. He did, and as he did I grabbed one of his big ole size 14 feet and pressed it into my face without even thinking about it. I started licking his foot as I pounded his ass. I licked his sole and bit his arch as he moaned beneath me. I stuck his toes in my mouth and sucked on them and his eyes rolled back in his head again. "You're a little whore, aren't you?" I hissed. "You're a little cock loving faggot whore! Tell me that! Tell me your MY little cock loving faggot whore!" "Oh my god yes! I'm your cock loving faggot whore. Oh god, fuck me Austin! Fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME! I'm your whore!" When he said that, I threw my head back and buried myself into him as I flooded his guts with my cum. "Oh yea you little cumdump whore. Take my load in your slutty pussy!" I groaned as my body shook in orgasmic ecstasy. When I had deposited the last of my load into him, I collapsed onto his chest, his beautiful, rock hard sweaty chest. He grabbed my head and started kissing me. This time, it was his legs that wrapped around me, holding me tight into him. "I love you so much, Austin." He whispered. "I love you too, you little slut." I whispered back.

Finally...the saga continues... _________________________ Chapter 25) “That was great,” Mike said enthusiastically at the conclusion of the video of my debut with the Southwest Pennsylvania Philharmonic that he had persuaded me to watch with him. We were lying together on the chaise longue with Maxi, who was seemingly out for the count. “Really?” I said uncertainly. Seeing the video of my younger self perform Mozart’s Concerto #9 in E flat Major (Jenamy) was weird. I felt as if I had no idea who that child on the screen was and I cringed at what I now recognized as the blatant imitation of my favorite recording of the piece. But the crowd had given me a standing ovation as I bowed, shook the conductor’s hand, and then shook each of the principal string player’s hands before taking another bow and walking offstage with the conductor following as the video faded out. “What do you mean, of course it was! You kept smiling up at the conductor and you’re so into the music” Mike said, stroking my arm, “plus you looked adorable in that pint-sized tuxedo. And how many guys have a video of the moment they first met?” “It’s not exactly the moment we met…” I countered. “Did they post your encore?” Mike interrupted. “Maybe…” I said as I scrolled through the videos the Orchestra had on their YouTube channel. Sure enough, there it was. With my finger poised to start it, I said to Mike “Are you sure you want to hear me play modern trash?” Mike rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine.” I started the video, but I’d forgotten that before I played I’d made a speech thanking the audience, my piano teacher, the audition committee, Maestro Zimmer, the conductor, and the orchestra, of course my family, then said a few words about the piece. Yikes, even as a kid I sounded SO gay. Then I launched into Bartok’s Allegro Barbaro, one of my favorites, my hands flashing rapidly over the keyboard as I dug into the clangorous showpiece that lasted all of three minutes. It won me another ovation, and I heard shouts of “bravo” and a loud whistle. “You hear that whistling?” Mike asked. “Yeah?” “That was me.” “You can’t be sure of that.” “Yes I can. That’s when I got the lecture about modern trash.” “Why? The audience loved it,” I exclaimed. “It bothers you that my parents didn’t like it? That was what – seven years ago?” “Philistines!” “No argument from me, honey,” he said. Then he pulled me still closer. “But that means I’m in the video, too, and...” “Okay, okay,” I capitulated, raising my hand to indicate surrender. “It’s the first moment we met, fine. And it’s nice to know I have loyal fans.” Mike nuzzled my ear. “I’m your biggest fan,” he murmured. “In more ways than one,” I teased. “Pervert,” Mike said. “Just a simple observation, I didn’t specify.” “Uh-huh,” Mike said back, tracing my cheekbone with his forefinger. “You’re the one with a dirty mind,” I said primly. “You can’t even imagine, honey,” Mike said, pulling me back against him – we were spooned together – so I could feel his erection. Maxi, who was sleeping curled up next to me stirred drowsily, then settled himself again and went back under. “Shh,” I whispered to Mike. “We’re going to wake up Maxi, he needs his rest.” “Did he do anything other than sleep, eat, beg for handouts and go outside to pee before dashing back in for a treat from the doorman?” Mike asked. “Hey, it’s a tough job but somebody’s gotta do it.” “I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer,” Mike said, pushing against me harder. “Maybe we should just go to bed…” “Mozart turns you on?” I teased. “Interesting kink. Some psychologist should do a study…” I jumped and was cut off by my gasp when he kissed my neck. This time Maxi definitely woke up, stood, then shook himself before jumping down to the floor. He looked up at me imploringly, whining. “Uh-oh, I think he needs to go out for a walk,” I said. “You’re kidding me,” Mike said. “He takes his job very seriously,” I answered. “All right,” Mike sighed, and we slipped our shoes back on and went to the front hall with Maxi following us closely. We put on our coats and when I took out the leash and dog coat Maxi did his happy dance in front of the door. “You don’t have to come with me,” I said as I put the coat, harness and leash on the wriggling dog, grabbing a plastic bag for safety’s sake in case I had to clean up a doggie mess. “It’s after 9:00 and I’m supposed to be your bodyguard. I shouldn’t have let you go out alone this morning.” I rolled my eyes, and gave up. Even though it was still chilly out, Maxi seemed to need to stretch his legs a little. I guess the coat kept him more comfortable in the cold. “So what were your plans?” Mike asked as Maxi closely inspected the sidewalk and the black wrought-iron fencing in front of the building. “My plans for what? Maxi’s walk?” “I mean what did you want to do with your music?” Mike said with a chuckle. I smiled up at him. “Are you asking me what I want to be when I grow up?” Mike sighed. “You must have had some idea.” “Sure,” I said as we followed Maxi. “I planned to be recognized as one of the great pianists and musicians of my generation. Not too much to ask, right?” I said sardonically. “You’re ambitious,” Mike said. “You should be, you’re so talented.” “But it’s not very practical,” I said, feeling a little depressed. I’d never really gotten over the rejection from Yale even though Em was right, it wasn’t really my first choice. I just knew that if I got accepted there it would go down better than a conservatory with my parents, who worried ceaselessly about how I’d earn a living, and why did I have to choose something so competitive, blah, blah, blah…like they hadn’t chosen difficult fields and been successful. My mom was a writer, for fuck’s sake, but she took pains to point out she dropped the idea of authoring the “great American novel” to be a journalist. And Dad had worked to establish himself as a top litigator in an already crowded field and made it. They didn’t seem to be able to transfer any of that experience when thinking about me. And when I wasn’t accepted by the Yale Music Department that had only fueled their worries. “What do you mean?” I sighed deeply and we walked a few more steps as Maxi continued to sniff every nano-meter of sidewalk. “For one thing, the arguments I had with my father were pretty…rough. I said a lot of nasty things about the University and I think I hurt him. It’s going to be hard to suddenly say I want to study music again.” “You’re not going to tell me he feels the same after all the shit you’ve been through there.” “Well…no…he’s pretty pissed off about the whole thing,” I conceded, remembering Dad’s confession of guilt when I visited for Thanksgiving. “It’s not only that. I’ve lost so much time and momentum.” Mike looked mystified. “You’ve only lost what, four months?” “You have to understand,” I said, “it’s like being…an Olympic athlete, you’re always in training. I can still play, sort of, but my hands feel like mashed potatoes with stainless steel cores. My best bet would be to win a big competition before the clock runs out when I turn 32, even though that’s not the sure thing it used to be. Whatever, I should have spent the last four months studying music, getting more repertoire under my fingers, preparing for smaller competitions and playing concerts. And I need to make connections, to build a network. If nothing else, any major competition requires letters of recommendation.” “I’m pretty sure you can manage to catch up before 14 years have passed,” Mike teased. “C’mon Darr. You’re ahead of the game…” “No, I’m not!” I snapped as I turned away to check on the dog. “That’s why I hate being called a prodigy. I’m a late bloomer by prodigy standards.” Mike grabbed my shoulder and turned me to look at him. “You played an entire concerto when you were 11 with a professional orchestra and they hired you when you were 16…” Mike argued back. “That’s a late bloomer,” I interrupted. “On YouTube, there’s a video of a nine-year old playing a Mozart concerto that’s as hard or harder than the one I did. And her encore was a Chopin etude that makes my Bartok look like Mary had a Little Lamb. To get anywhere you practically have to have a career, no one really comes out of nowhere to win a top prize. For the Van Cliburn, the holy grail of piano competitions, you need two-and-a-half hours of challenging solo piano music ready to spread over three recitals, learn whatever piece they commission, perform one of whatever major pieces of chamber music they decide on with whatever personnel they pick, and play two different concertos with orchestra. All of that within the space of about two weeks with limited rehearsal — from memory. I’d only ‘get’ to do that if I made it past a video audition and a preliminary audition here in New York. To have even a chance of success means learning the repertoire so well that playing the hardest pieces is like breathing.” “That’s crazy, it sounds like a marathon,” Mike exclaimed. “It’s more like figure skating,” I groused. “It takes strength and endurance, but about 99.9% of what determines who wins is the subjective whims of a bunch of musicians, not a stopwatch. And winning or losing can make or break a career.” Mike was quiet for a minute, digesting what I’d said. “Then you don’t have any more time to waste. And give me the plastic bag.” “Why?” I said confused. “What does the plastic bag have to do with anything?” “Because Maxi just...” “Ugh. I’ll take care of it,” I said, moving to clean up the little pile. “I’m a farm boy, remember?” he said with a grin as he grabbed my wrist. “If there’s one thing I know it’s how to scoop up animal poop.” I gave up and let him take the plastic bag while heaving a deep, exasperated sigh. “One more thing,” Mike said as he efficiently cleaned up after Maxi. “Do you really want to be a pianist?” “Yeah,” I answered, feeling as if I were confessing to an addiction. “It’s like a sickness,” I added. “Just checking. You don’t make it sound like much fun,” Mike said as he tied the plastic bag shut. “I love the piano and the music. It’s the stuff you have to do to get a career going that’s a pain in the ass,” I said, heading for the corner of Central Park West where there was a handy trash can to dispose of the dog’s leavings. Maxi balked, now ready to go home. For a little dog, he was unbelievably strong. I surrendered to the inevitable and picked him up. “You’re going to spoil that dog,” Mike remarked. “‘Going to’? That ship sailed years ago,” I parried. Maxi licked my cheek, ecstatically happy at not having to walk. I paused for a moment, trying to think of a tactful way to phrase what I was going to say, then gave up. “Why is the whole…piano thing so important to you?” Mike look surprised. “I want you to be happy, Darr.” He tossed the bag and its noisome contents into the trash, and we turned around to go back home. I nuzzled Maxi’s head and said, “I’m happy.” That didn’t sound convincing even to me. “Uh-huh,” Mike said. “So when you sit in the window seat and stare at nothing, you’re full of joy?” I didn’t have an answer ready. “Besides sweetheart, you gave up so much when your parents sent you to the University, just when you should have been starting out at Juilliard. You could have left…” “No,” I said firmly, interrupting. “I couldn’t.” “Yes. You. Could. Have,” Mike said emphatically, grasping my arm and halting me in mid-stride. “You didn’t, and, yeah, I’m happy you stayed.” After a pause he admitted, “I wanted you to stay. But that feels kind of selfish, especially when you were so brave going back at that asshole Zercher like you did. And you still wanted me after everything.” “None of it is your fault, don’t you dare say that. Don’t even think it.” Maxi squirmed in my arms, and I realized I was squeezing him too hard, so I put him down. “Fine,” he conceded. “Is it okay I feel lucky and that I’m proud of you?” I stared at him, speechless. Mike grinned broadly. “Wow, two for two.” “What?” “That’s the second time in the past five minutes that you haven’t had a comeback.” I was unable to keep from laughing, and Mike put his arm around my shoulders. “You must be tired, we’d better get to bed immediately,” he murmured into my ear, somehow managing to make that innocent sentence sound like an indecent proposal. ————————— When we got home, the apartment was dark and quiet; my parents obviously hadn’t gotten back. Maxi had wolfed down the treat the doorman had for him, and once freed from his coat and leash trotted off for a drink of water and to settle for the night in his favorite spot: on the carpet near the radiator in the living room. Mike and I retreated to my bedroom while the retreating was good – before Mom and Dad got back and fired off the inevitable barrage of questions about how was Em and how was dinner and what did we do and on and on and on…I wasn’t in the mood, and judging by the bulge visible in Mike’s jeans he wasn’t either. More charged cum! was the thought foremost in my mind as we quickly shed our shoes. Our lips met in a sweet, melting kiss that made me dissolve into a puddle. Then something struck me belatedly. “Am I really that bad?” I asked. “Huh?” Mike said, obviously not quite comprehending the question. “Do I always have to get the last word in?” He treated me to one of his devilish grins. “Oh, yeah,” he answered. “You’re a terrible pain in the ass.” He grabbed my butt and squeezed it through my jeans. I smacked his left shoulder, so he grabbed my right wrist to immobilize that arm, then imprisoned the left arm when I raised it to land a matching blow to his other shoulder as he laughed. “You want me to tell the truth, don’t you honey?” “No!” I said as I tried to twist my wrists out of his iron grasp. “You’re supposed to lie and say, ‘Of course not, sweetheart, I…” “…love that you always end my sentences for me,” he interrupted By now I was giggling as we wrestled, though Mike clearly had the upper hand. “I do not,” I gasped out, as he pushed me back towards my bed. “Yes, you do,” he laughed back and tumbled us on to the bed pinning me in place. “Someone could end up sleeping next to the dog tonight,” I threatened as I twisted under him fruitlessly. “You know you’d miss me too much,” he answered and began kissing my neck in what he knew were the most sensitive spots. “I would not,” I gasped out as my back arched. “Yes, you would,” he said, nudging my knees apart with his right leg, not that he had to nudge very hard, then covered my mouth with his own in an intense kiss. Still giggling, I managed to break off the kiss and say, “If anyone finishes sentences around here, you do. You did just now.” “Yeah, so the score is one to ten million,” he teased. “An insult!” I exclaimed. “I don’t have to take this…” “Oh yes you do, you’re going to take whatever I want you to,” Mike said humping against me between my legs, then gave me another steamy kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth to wrestle with my own. My struggles were weakening markedly as we kissed more deeply and I wriggled around until my legs wound around Mike’s waist. Our playful wrestling became sensual: he released my arms to tangle his fingers in my hair, holding my head in place, while I wrapped my arms around his back, my hands following the lines of his perfectly V-shaped torso to his ass so that I could pull him against me more securely. He growled in the back of his throat and began to thrust against me, hard. I pushed back against him, feeling the tingling ache of need that always centered in my butt. Mike broke off our kiss with a moan, breathing raggedly. “I’ve gotta fuck you now, I’m about to cream my jeans,” he rasped. I tugged at his t-shirt to pull it off, but Mike rose to his knees, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans; his huge dick popped out as soon as he pulled down the zipper, visibly quivering, with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He fumbled with my belt, then was unzipping my cords and pushing them down along with my briefs, freeing only my left leg, then pulling my legs over his shoulders. “The duvet!” I exclaimed, not wanting to have to hide stains from my mom. Mike huffed out an impatient breath, yanked off his t-shirt and spread it under my raised hips. Then without bothering to lube, he began to push inside of me, his pre-cum smoothing the way only marginally. I flinched a little, but he continued to press forward, forcing his way inside me. “I know it hurts, honey, just relax. Take it, I know you can,” he whispered in my ear. I was panting, and felt perspiration beading on my forehead, my chest, my arms, all over my body as I willed myself to relax and open for him. My belt clinked as Mike started thrusting, easing himself past my clenching sphincters, deeper and deeper until he was balls deep inside my butt. He pulled back, and it burned but with a purifying heat that vaporized all uncertainties, all barriers. I calmed my breathing, consciously taking in deep breaths as slowly as I could and exhaling as gradually as was manageable. After a few more minutes it got easier, though that might have been Mike’s pre-cum…or maybe I was bleeding…or both. His thrusts grew stronger as he felt me relax underneath him and join in his rhythm. My cock was now erect and I cried out, “Fuck me harder, yeah, more, please, more,” I begged. “I need you, now…” My helpless pleading was interrupted by his shout, “I’m cumming, take it,” as he rammed against me, brutally, three times, collapsed on top of me, then froze, burying his dick inside me to the root. I could feel his cock twitching inside my asshole as he shot his dirty load, and it throbbed against my prostate; that set off my own orgasm, wringing another shout from Mike as my sphincters clenched and released his sensitized rod. We lay entangled on my bed as our breathing slowed, then calmed; post-coital languor kicked in immediately. “Wow,” I sighed. “Uh-huh,” Mike murmured. Then I took advantage of the moment and landed a smack on his right shoulder blade. I could feel him shaking with laughter, and he kissed me on the mouth again. “Just for that, I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growled. “Promises, promises,” I answered.