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THE PARTY It looks like a typical frat house. Big, wrap around porch, people hanging out all over. The party is well underway when I get there. I go inside and run into a handful of guys I know. Hugs and fist bumps, smile at some of the girls, but I keep moving. Taking a lap around, I wind up in the kitchen where the bar is setup. Fuck I need a drink! I’m worried that I missed Nic. I will have to do anther lap after I get a drink. I so didn’t mean to be this late getting here, although it was totally worth it. I squeeze in by the bar and pour a shot of Jamison and grab a cup for beer. Small talk with the guy working the keg. Probably a brother, he’s decent looking. Not fit enough to be a swimmer, but he is very flirty. He’s totally taking too much time as he fills my glass up. He tells me it’s PBR and my face must have given it away. Beer guy – I got some better beer in my room if you want. Me – Um, yeah. That’d be nice. Are you chained to this keg all night? We smile at each other. Beer guy – Naw, how about I come find you in a bit. My name is Rick. Me – Cool, that sounds fun. I’m Braden. Beer guy – Nice. Glad you made it tonight. I’ll definitely find you! Me – Sweet…I’ll be around. We toast each other, smiling a lot. I lick my lips as I turn around to take a lap. Nic is standing right by the liquor, looking right at me. I’m smiling, but I freeze. Seeing him looking at me like that is a surprise. I shake it off and walk up to him. Nic – Well aren’t you a flirt! I blush a little and laugh when he says that. Me – Naw man. How are you? Nic – I’m good. Just got here about 15 minutes ago. Me – Nice. I just got here. I’m way too sober for this shit show. We both laugh as Nic pours two shots of Jamison. He hands me one. Nic – Well cheers dude, here’s to a wild fucking weekend! We touch our plastic cups together and throw it back. That was definitely a double. Me – Fuck yeah. Damn. I chase it with beer. Both of us are starring at each other while we gulp down the beer. We hand our glasses to Tony for a refill. Nic is wearing skintight jean shorts that are ripped and distressed, going halfway down his thighs. He’s wearing a white, loose muscle tank that is low cut down the side, going just past his low-rise shorts. I can see his smooth, ripped abs from the side, which I’m sure is intentional. There is just the tease of the waistband from his underwear, but I can’t make out the brand. Just a touch of red and blue is peeking out above his shorts. He is dangerously hot! Nic steps up real close to me and pulls a small baggie out of his pocket, showing me a couple joints. Nic – You wanna go outside? I look at him and nod. We take our beer from Tony and head out to the back porch. We’re alone, but we find a corner of the patio that’s not busy. Leaning against the wall, Nic pulls one out and lights it. Hitting it deep. Passes it to me and I take a deep drag and pass it back to him. We both cough just a little. Me – Oh man, thank you. Fuck that is good shit. I needed it! Nic – For sure bro, no problem. I’m glad you’re here. Me – Me too. So how long are you staying this weekend? Nic – Well my flight isn’t until Monday, but I guess we all gotta get out of the dorms tomorrow morning. I figured I’d find a place to crash. You know it’s Pride this weekend, right? Me – Yeah, I know. Nic – Oh I be you know! We both laugh. Me – Yeah, I actually got a hotel room tomorrow and Sunday night in Boys town. I hit the joint again. Nic – Oh, nice. That is very good info to have! Nic steps closer to me as I pass him the joint. Me – Are you flirting with me because I have a hotel room? Nic – That’s definitely not why I’m flirting with you. Me – Well that’s good. I hoped there would be at least a few reasons. Both of us are leaning our shoulders on the wall, standing only six inches apart. Passing the joint back and forth, smoking it down. Nic – One reason would be your hot ass in those really fuckin’ tight jeans. I mean damn. You must like to show off. Me – Like you don’t! Could this shirt be cut any lower? I run my finger down the side of his shirt, brushing my hand along his soft smooth skin. Nic – Well, I hope it comes off soon. Me – I’m sure that won’t be hard to make happen. Nic runs his finger along the band of my jock strap. Nic – Pump huh? That’s pretty hot, because… Nic lifts his shirt up and tugs his shorts down, enough to expose his waistband, showing the Pump logo. Me – Oh fuckin’ nice man! That is hot. Nic – Jock or briefs? Me – Jock. Nic – You slut! I grin at him and run a finger just under the band of his Pump. Me – What about you? Nic – Jock strap. Me – Are you telling me you’re a slut? We both bust out laughing. Hitting the joint one more time, I pass it back to him. Me – I think we killed it. Nic takes one last drag and kills it. I’m feeling incredibly relaxed. Giggly. Giddy. My cock stirring as this beautiful gay twink jock stands in front of me, flirting hard. And even better, I think he might really have a wild side. Fuck I hope so! Nic – So it’s Friday night on Pride weekend in Chicago. You wanna get out of here? Me – Yeah. Boys Town? Nic – Actually there is a bar closer to us that’s on the way to Boys Town. Wanna check it out first? Me – What’s it called? Nic – Jackhammer. Me – Haha nice. OK. Nic – Yeah? Cool. I hear it’s fun, but never been. And I’m so horny right now, so how could it be bad? Pulling out my phone to order an Uber. Glancing up at Nic. Me – Yeah, you looking to get some tonight? Nic – Mhmm. Yeah bro. Like you’re not! Me – I’m up for anything man. Besides, I think we’re dressed for it! Nic – I mean, I’d say we should just go to my room, but I know my roomie will be back too soon, and this might be more fun anyways. I smile up at him and we lock eyes - both of us acknowledging that we are definitely going to fuck. Me – Same here. My roommate is probably there now. Fuckin’ loser. Nic laughs and pulls out his phone. Firing off some messages. Me – Catching up on Grindr? Nic – Haha, yeah! He shows me his phone and his profile pic. Fuck, it was him that I saw on Sniffies. Same pics plus a few more. Jesus he is hot. He pulls his phone back just as he got to what must have been his dick pics. Me – Fuck man, lemme see! Nic – Damn you are thirsty! Not yet, Braden. Me – Car is five minutes away. Come on. We walk into the house. Both of us go right for the bar and pour one more shot. Then we ghost the party. Walking right out the front door and to the street. **** It’s not a far drive. While we were in the car, we both called our parents to check in and let them know we’re OK. We get out of the car and there’s a short line. It moves along pretty good. Nic – Shit dude, I forgot to ask you. Do you have a fake ID? I pull out my card and show it to him. Me – Like this one? We both just laugh. Nic – Seems like I don’t have to worry about you tonight. Me – Naw man, it’s all good. This place looks kinda trashy, but fun. And it’s packed. We show our ID’s to the bouncer and he looks us over. Smirking. I don’t think he believes we’re 21, but he lets us in. “Have fun.” he says, waiving us past the cashier. Free entry. We work our way to the bar, ordering beer. I pay for the drinks and we move to a corner, close to the bar. There are a ton of different guys here. Lots of leather. All ages. Many are shirtless. There are a lot of harnesses. A few are in just a jock strap. It’s loud and hot, smells of sweaty men and the music is awesome. Me – Dude, now I’m wishing I had a harness! Nic – Haha, yeah, me too. Me – How’d you hear of this place? Nic – Honestly, I hooked up with a guy from Grindr before going to the party. He told me about it. Thought I’d like it. Me – Haha, nice. Dude, that’s awesome. And do you like it? Nic – Yeah, man. This place is sweet! I’m feeling a little overdressed, though. Me – Same. I bet we can fix that. Nic – Do you like wearing a harness? Me – Actually, yeah. I love it. I brought one but couldn’t figure out how to wear it to the party without everyone seeing! Nic – Same here bro. What do you love about it? Me – I mean, other than that it looks hot, I guess because it pretty much advertises that you want to fuck. It’s also why I like wearing a jock. Nic – And gives a guy something to hold onto as he slams into you? Me – Yeah. Totally. We both grin at each other, standing really close. Our bulges pressing close together. Nic – That’s so hot. I would love to see you in a harness. Me – You too man. Nic – There is actually a sex shop really close. We could go over and get something real quick. Me – Let’s do it. We down our beers and head for the door. They stamp our hand so we can get back in. I tell the bouncer what we’re doing and he says he’ll let us right in when we’re back. It’s a real short walk to the store. It’s a fuckin’ great place with all kinds of gear. We pretty quickly find the harness and I go toward the leather Breedwell harnesses with neon coloring. Me – Fuck, I’ve wanted one of these. They are so hot! Nic – Same here dude. I love this brand. Me – Oh do you? Nic just nods and throws me a smile. We both check things out. I grab a black harness with the neon pink piping. Me – I think this one. Nic – Do it, bro. I’ll get this one. He picks up a matching harness with neon green piping. Me – Sweet. Probably good we don’t get the exact same one! Nic – Yeah, totally. We go to the counter. I buy mine first. Nic gets his and a bottle of poppers. Nic – You want one too? Nic points to the poppers. I pull my bottle from my pocket. Me – All set bro. Nic – Haha nice. Nic asks the clerk to cut off the tags. We both decline a receipt and the clerk asks us if we need anything else… “Any condoms, boys?” he asks. Nic – Naw, I’m good. I smirk, looking right at Nic and he glances over at me. Me – No thanks, but I’m good too. We step over by the front door of the store. I take my shirt off and Nic helps me into my harness. Nic takes his shirt off and I do the same for him. We both grab each other’s harness and give it a good tug. Nic – Fuck Braden, that looks so hot on you! Me – Thank man. You too. Nic opens his bottle of poppers and we both press our noses together over the bottle at the same time, both of us doing a big hit. We switch nostrils and do it again. Me – Oh fuck that is good. Nic puts his shirt back on. I just tuck mine into my jeans. Nic – Let’s get back dude. The bouncer lets us right into the bar. I grab Nic by his shorts and pull him to me as we start dancing. Both of us are sweating as we grind our bulges together. We hit the poppers again. Me – So um, do you like hook up a lot? Nic – What’s a lot, man? Me – I dunno. Like open to no strings fucking just to fuck? Nic – Yeah. I love it dude. But I also like some strings, with the right guy. Me – That’s hot. Nic – Ha! Do you fuck on the first date, Braden? Me – Well, yeah. We both laugh again, starring into each other’s eyes. Nic – Yeah, the moment I met you I could tell you’re a slut. I smile at him, nodding. Nic unbuttons my jeans and slides his hand down my back, grabbing my strap. I stare into his eyes, smiling and grinding into him. I know I’ve got a huge wet spot forming in my jock pouch. Nic finds my hole and pushes a finger in. I moan out. Nic – Fuck Braden, you’re open. Mmmmm and wet! I just grin at him, nodding. Nic – Fuck dude, did you get fucked tonight too? Me – Yeah dude, right before going to the party. Nic – Fuck that is so hot. Is that cum in your ass? Me – Yes. Nic – Damn Braden! Who fucked you? Me – A couple guys I met on Sniffies. Nic – Holy shit. A couple? How many? Me – Four. Nic – Damn, you are a fucking slut! And you let them all cum inside you? I just nod. Nic leans in and speaks real close to my ear. Nic – I love doing that too. I’m a total cum slut. Me – Do you let random guys you don’t know breed you? Nic – Yes. I know I shouldn’t and it’s dangerous, but I can’t help it. I just love doing it. Me – Haha, are you worried? Nic – Should I be? Me – I mean, do you love being a total fuck slut? Nic – Fuck, Braden. I do. I really do. Me – That’s so fuckin’ hot man! Nic – Are you worried? I just shrug my shoulders. Nic – Are you on PREP? Me – I should be. But I like just turned 18 and did not want my parents finding out. Nic – Haha, that sounds like bullshit. But it’s cool. I laugh. Me – Are you on PREP? Nic – No. I know I should be, just haven’t done it. Me – You don’t seem too worried about it. Nic – I’m not. So, um, is this like a first date? We both kinda laugh, smiling and pressing closer together. Me – I think it is. So far, best kind of date ever! Nic – I was thinking the same thing. Nic presses his lips to mine as we gently start to kiss. His tongue runs along my upper lip and I open my mouth, letting his tongue in. We start to kiss harder, responding to each other’s every touch. I press my tongue into his mouth as I slide my hand up his shirt, lifting. We break the kiss as he lets me pull his shirt off. I drop it on the floor as our hands explore each other, grabbing and pulling each other together as we kiss again. I thrust my hips into Nic’s, making him moan into my mouth. Our bodies glistening with sweat, starting to make the band of our jock straps wet. Me – Fuck. Catching my breath. Nic – Fuck. We keep dancing. Guys crowding all around us. Hands grab our harnesses, asses, and everyone seems to touch us as they dance up next to us. After a while, I look over at the stairs, noticing the sign that says “THE HOLE.” Me – Wanna check out downstairs? Nic – Yeah, I’ve been curious about it since we got here. We forget about Nic’s shirt on the floor and walk over to the stairs. Holding hands, we step down. The heat and even stronger smell of sexy sweaty men waft up at us. I’m rock hard and I’m certain that Nic is too.

Assmunch With Wanker squared away, I made my way down the hall toward the meeting spot where Sleeper waited. I glanced behind me to see the huge form of Zeus entering the door behind which Wanker waited. I sure hoped I was right about both Wanker’s problem and Zeus’ situation. My reputation as the asshole whisperer was hanging in the balance. The truth was I had never had a problem with dudes that were gay. I knew one guy in high school who was an amazing dude. Kevin Copeland. He sat next to me in English and History senior year, and he was pretty smart. Not the same kind of smart as Bootlicker, who was crafty and big-brained about facts. No, Kevin was quick but quiet, a thinker, puzzle solver who knew what made people tick. He was always watching people with eyes that rarely stopped moving, making me think of the hands of a clock driven by wheels and gears in his brain clicking along tirelessly with every second of every minute. His dry humor cracked me up too many times, which always got me into trouble in class. He’d mumble a few words out of the side of his mouth during the teacher’s lecture and a few seconds would go by while my mind connected the dots and I’d get hit with an involuntary laugh, after which Kevin’s lips would twitch in an almost unnoticeable grin. At first I thought he got a kick out of getting me in trouble, but later I figured out he just liked making me laugh and that I was someone who understood him. I’m pretty sure that’s why he eventually made a move on me. Kevin was kind of a loner and that always surprised me because he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I mean, I’m not in the habit of checking out dudes or anything, not back then anyway, but Kevin was well put together. He was shorter than me by a couple inches, dark almost black hair that he let grow long, just past his shoulders. It was naturally wavy and thick, looking both wild and tamed at the same time, resting on his shoulders. I kinda envied his hair. My dad would never let me grow my hair long like that. Frequently, almost as an unconscious habit, he’d pull it back from his face, raking his long fingers along his scalp to draw the length back across the top of his head to get it out of his face. When he did, it allowed me to see the square corner of his jaw below his ear, its straight edge solid and crisp all the way to his chin. Sometimes he’d have his hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot, the sides and top tied up in ball towards the top of the back of his head, the back hanging loose to his shoulders. It looked really cool, and one day I told him how good it looked, like a Viking or the Huns we learned about in World History. I got a direct look from his grey eyes and a full smile, both of which were rare things from him. After that he started coming to school with a warrior’s knot more often. I don’t know if he did that for me, or because it was easier for him to manage, or he wanted to look good for himself, I just knew it was fucking cool as hell. Kevin had the grunge look. You know, loose jeans, tee shirt, plaid flannel long sleeve tied around his waist, some kind of hiking boot on his large feet. I could never figure out how a guy that was 5’9” came out with size 11 feet. Hell, I was 5’11” (okay, 5’10” & 1/2… so sue me for lying about a half inch. ) and only wore 9&1/2’s. When he didn’t wear a jacket (always some black leather biker’s thing, or a ragged jeans fabric) you could see he had a dense, sturdy body. Heavy, thick shoulders and arms that were more solid than beefy and muscular. His chest was also thick but without defined pecs like mine. His waist followed the pattern, not fat but still narrower than his shoulders and chest and thick. He had a good butt, if you like that sort of thing and strong legs I later learned came from his love of skateboarding. He obviously didn’t work out and I couldn’t really say he needed to. Like his hair, his attitude , personality and his clothes, his body was a statement of casual strength, not too much effort or attention required as if it just climbed onto him every morning as a whole thing from a pile of comfortable parts. If I had to use one word to describe him, I guess the word was Comfortable. That’s the way he looked, talked, moved, and felt inside my head. Now, it might seem like I focused way too much on how Kevin looked, talked, moved and felt, but in all honesty it wasn’t anything I did consciously until after… well… IT… happened. I still remember everything about that day in vivid detail. School started like any other day, with me hanging out with my friends in front of the cafeteria, waiting to go into the building next door for our first class. We all got to school early so we could hang out and talk about classes, girls, the weekend, and our problems. Kevin wasn’t in our group, like I said he was a loner. Probably because we were all your typical high school jackasses and Kevin wasn’t that kind of guy. Because it was November I was between football and baseball seasons, so there was no practice. Twoadays never left me with time to screw around with my friends who weren’t on the team. Yeah, I was technically a jock, but I just played because I loved the games and competition. I wasn’t on some path to sports superstar. No college was going to recruit me. My stats were just average, I wasn’t physically exceptional (hint - if you’re under 6’ you’d better be exceptional in performance and stats to even get a glance by a college) and I didn’t have the drive. Besides, I’d always figured I’d join the Army like my dad when I got out of high school. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put my all into sports. I liked being part of the team, and the girls loved jocks, and high school was easier when you were a jock. Not all jocks had their eyes set on turning pro, some of us did it for all the other reasons and rewards, like Saturday night blowjobs and young perky tits in your face. When the 15 minute bell rang, we all started going towards the door to the building. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin running towards the building from the parking lot, so I waited. He wasn’t sprinting, but his loping strides ate up the distance without any effort showing on his face. I watched as his leather jacket blew open from the wind, his flat solid stomach and hips rotated with each thrust of his legs, the plaid shirt tied around his waist flapping behind him. Three necklaces bounced on his upper chest. It struck me that just like every other aspect of him, he ran comfortably, casually, but with a power and strength that looked easy. It was a weightless glide, not some angry or violent action. I remember that word appearing in my head when I watched him: weightless. Comfortable and weightless. I was surprised how soon he reached me, it had to have been just five seconds. “Thanks “ Calm. Softly spoken. As if he hadn’t just done a 40 yard dash in five seconds without even trying. “Dude. You ever think about running track? You’re fucking fast.” I watched his chest and stomach. Not even breathing a little hard. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, his face pointed towards my hand on the open door. “Track.” He paused. Then, “track shorts”. Another pause. “Absolutely not.” As usual, my mind took its usual three count to put it all together, and I barked out a laugh. The image of this guy in those high cut, tight shorts, and a tank top was ridiculous. His riveting eyes darted to mine and he did that momentary slight grin. “Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.” I waved him through the door ahead of me. The image of him gliding weightlessly in his track outfit flashed into my head again. “But you’d still make them look good.” I mumbled unconsciously. “What?” He stopped, and I ran into him. “Dude!” I complained. He took a step and turned around. “What did you say?” He was looking me straight in the eye. He had some crazy long dark eyelashes. They made his grey eyes stand out so much. He looked surprised. I shook my head. “Huh? I said good point, they’re ridiculous.” He was still staring at me. This was the longest he’d ever looked me in the eye. It made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I remember specifically getting caught in his eyes, thinking how they looked like soft grey flannel. He had soft eyes. “After that. You said something after that.” He uttered with a breathy whisper. Calm. Steady. Weightless. I thought back, a puzzled look on my face. “No I didn’t.” Seriously, I couldn’t remember saying anything after that. “At least I don’t think I did. What did you hear?” He seemed to be searching my face for something, those thought-filled eyes moving back and forth, the clockwork inside his skull turning. I felt like he was taking me apart, piece by piece, looking under the rusty hood. It should have felt intense, like an attack, that stare of his went so deep into me. I have no recollection of where we stood, who was around us, or how much time passed. I let his brain disassemble me, break me into pieces, I allowed it, thinking of nothing except that he could do what he was doing for as long as he needed to do it. I didn’t feel threatened, or tense, or nervous. I was both there and not there. I didn’t exist except where I was reflected in his eyes. I had no body, just floated there before him as his perfect creation. I felt comfortable. Comfortable and weightless. So when he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to mine, I let him. No, that’s the wrong term. I didn’t ‘let’ him. In order to let him I would have had to consciously choose. It just was. In that moment there was only him, his eyes, and his lips that were incredibly soft. What I do remember is that it lasted forever, his gentle steady kiss, before my mouth betrayed me and kissed him back. There was no thought to it, just a kiss my mouth needed to perform on his soft, beautiful gentle lips after they asked me so nicely, like a please and thank you. My head had no thoughts of boys kissing boys. This wasn’t some lurid, licentious or lustful act of depravity. I was just there, engaging in an act of easy natural need like breathing, exploring his mouth with mine without hurry, without thought, just because every movement brought with it a new and more interesting area. At some point in my journey, my adventure upon the softness of his lips, I released my tongue to taste him. His lips tasted like mint. My tongue took its time to find every corner with a slow and deliberate movement. It didn’t flex or harden, remaining soft and languid as it voyaged fully over each inviting pink pillow. Without my asking them to, my hands had risen up to cup his solid masculine jaw, my fingers caressing his neck while my thumbs stroked his cheeks. When my tongue wandered between those comfortable lips, they relaxed exactly as I needed them to, as if our organs were speaking to each other on their own. They needed to talk, to visit, to tell each other stories like friends who had missed each other for too long. His teeth greeted me first, so my tongue searched out every one, tracing their outlines top to bottom and side to side. Incisors. Canines. First molars. Licking , savoring each individual tooth, taking my time to be sure I explored their entire surface, even scraping the sharp points. I went along his gums, finding the crease of his jaw where it met the flesh of his face, and the rigid divider just beneath his nose. I played in the gap where his gums met the smooth white enamel of his teeth, fascinated by the difference in texture, finding it a sexy thing, that juxtaposition of hard and tender, soft and rigid. In my head, this wasn’t a kiss. This was like listening to my favorite song, getting taken away by the music, hearing but not listening because I was transported INSIDE the music, sailing on the notes, carried by the rhythm. No time existed, only the journey and the fascinating new places it would take me on its own without my conscious guidance. In the year since I graduated, I learned that this was a habit of mine, and always had been. My mind would take me and the world would disappear when I found this mental state. No judgment existed, no choice, no worry, just being in the moment as it expanded in my mind. It was safe, it soothed me, excited me, and everything was nothing. My body wasn’t there, not connected to me while my mind went where it needed to. A tiny piece of me fed instructions to my body to give my mind what it needed, and that was all, but I couldn’t tell you what those instructions were. Years later I would understand that this was meditation, letting go of everything to free the mind. Back then I only knew it as losing myself: the place where there was no ‘me’. When my tongue finished, it pulled back slowly, revisiting its favorite places, old friends, a quick goodbye but stopping for a longer moment on its favorite friend, those beautiful gentle lips. And then, his tongue came to visit me. Hesitant. Cautious. It moved so slowly, so tender, asking politely once again. In answer, my hands pulled him into me, my own lips opened even as my tongue darted forth to tease him. I had never had a kiss like this with any of the girls I’d been with. There was no casual, effortless connection with them. With them, there was a purpose, mostly mechanical, a choreographed dance with deliberate steps and movements intended to lead to a sexual act. A sexual act I desperately wanted and loved, in case you thought otherwise. There was always a navigational issue with girls, I could never just lose my self, because every guy had to be hyper aware of every signal, make sure she was in full consent, to make sure she enjoyed it all way more than I was allowed to. All the while she couldn’t enjoy herself TOO much, not wanting to come across as a total slut. Always careful, slightly awkward, each of us holding back. My too big mouth trying not to swallow their too small mouth, my heavy, long thick tongue trying not to choke or overwhelm them. Having to walk the line between strong and aggressive, a too thin line sometimes when your heartbeat sinks to your dick. There was no kiss that only existed as a doorway to a sublime disappearance, a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but an existence. No kiss like Kevin’s comfortable , weightless kiss. And when he felt my permission, my acceptance, he performed his magic again, only this time my mind receded, becoming a spectator once more just like that eternity of his lips first touching mine. His tongue invaded me, eager and on a hunt. It came for something, hungry to conquer. My mouth relished the strength of his attack, the abandon and thoughtless aggression. It would have its satisfaction, it would fill its starved emptiness with everything it could devour. Sacrificing myself to him seemed only right, this desperate animalistic taking , I could deny it nothing. If there was any way I could give it more, I would. On an instinctual level I celebrated the release of the hound, knowing that allowing it to feed meant freedom. His tongue reached my very soul, no different from how his soft flannel eyes ensnared my mind. I fed it to him, I no longer wanted my soul, not inside me. I wanted him to consume it, to keep it prisoner as deep inside his self as he could crush it. I had no reason left. He could take what he wanted, anything he needed. I would just live inside him, such an easy choice. His tongue pushed against my tongue like a bully, throwing it wherever he chose, trying to flip it over on its back. He drove the hardened tip deep into the soft tender flesh on the floor of my mouth, then spread the tip wide to fling my tongue upward like a killer whale flinging its seal victim in the splashing surf of our shared saliva. It was pure playful violence, toying with me. His tongue yanked back, but only so his teeth could nip my lips, before thrusting again into my beaten mouth. A wave of his saliva followed, only for me to swallow every drop after which my lips closed over his tongue so I could suck it dry. I felt like a virgin, like I had never kissed anyone before in my life. Whatever I had done before, it couldn’t be called a kiss. THIS… this was what qualified as a kiss. When had I slumped against this wall, lowering myself so I was below his head? It made his violation easier. He cradled my head with one hand while his other hand danced across my face. I felt his finger enter my lips next to his tongue. He drew back his head slowly, looking at me with his flannel eyes, his finger still in my mouth. I slumped there, staring. My mind was coming back too slow. “How…..?” He gasped. Now he was breathing heavy. He put a second finger in my mouth, and I unconsciously sucked them, captivated by his stare. “Let’s go.” He said, curling his fingers around my bottom teeth and pulling me off the wall by my jaw. I didn’t even care. What the fuck? The world was still gone. Oh I recognized the school, where we were. But I had no idea what time it was, didn’t care. School? Class? Not even on the radar. I followed him to his car, and he was kind enough not to drag me the whole way by my teeth. “Fuck. Sorry Tom.” He said, releasing me. “It’s…. I …. What?” That was the level of my intelligence at that moment. Just saying words. “Get in.” He ordered. Commands. I could do that, follow commands without my mind, super easy. The Army was going to get a perfect soldier. So I got into his car and shut the door, staring out the windshield trying to make sense of whatever this was. “Tom? You okay?” I heard from my left. I turned my head slowly, like some creepy horror movie mannequin. I swallowed before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.” “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did it.” He said, going back to not looking me in the eye. “Did what? What did you do Kev?” I was still trying to grasp reality. Nothing made sense. “The kiss? Kissed you in front of English class?” Which only sent my mind right back there, his lips, my tongue, my surrender. “That’s good.” I muttered distractedly. He looked at me again. “Tom? What? TOM!” His raised voice got my attention, finally. I focused on his flannel eyes, his hair. “Your hair’s messed up.” I told him. Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I chose to consciously say to him. But in my defense, Kevin’s hair was never messed up. He always looked like fucking Tarzan. He smirked. ‘Yeah, you kinda put your hands all over it, through it, pulled it, smelled it. I thought you were going to eat some, but you didn’t.” None of which I remember. Not even to this day. “Really? When?” Now he smiled, a full smile. I remember those teeth, knew each of them intimately. My tongue came out and licked my lips. I have no idea why I wasn’t freaking out. “During what will always be the best kiss of my life.” I blinked. “Oh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh” my mouth lingered on the word. Finally, I grasped the entirety of what we’d done. “Oh shit.” Okay, I guess the freaking out part was just holding back a little. “Did we just do that? Like right there in the hallway?” Kevin nodded, his smile reduced to nothing. His eyes looked scared, but hopeful. I leaned back and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sighed, thinking… at long last thinking. Maybe not such a perfect soldier, with all the thinking. Kevin waited with the quiet patience he always had. Comfortable silence. Weightless expectation. That was why. Why I said what I did. Because he was comfortably weightless there inside me. I mean beside me. Yeah, that’s what I meant. I looked at him again and smiled. “It was a fucking awesome kiss!” I laughed. He laughed too, the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded deep and throaty. “You kissed me gone, dude. I seriously left my body. I don’t remember everything that happened, I just remember living inside your mouth. I remember ever single crevice and corner of your mouth, every tooth, every bump. And your lips. Your lips. Those lips.” Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch his lips. “You have no idea what you did to me, where you took me.” I didn’t feel like lying to him, I wanted him to know the truth. I needed him to know how special that was for me. He smiled, and kissed my fingers, still there touching him. “I know what you did to me, and where you took me. That I do know.” He got a little bashful then. “Um… sorry about attacking you there at the end. I don’t know why that happened. You drove me so crazy with what you were doing to me. I couldn’t take it when you let me put my tongue in your mouth. I lost it.” I moved my fingers under his chin to raise his face to look at me. “Kev? Look at me.” He did that thing again, his face pointed off to the side, his eyes looking then not looking, then looking again. “I’m not sorry. I wanted the beast off the leash, that was actually going through my head. I saw that beast inside you and wanted it to feed on me. You were perfect, amazing, so strong and in control. I didn’t know a kiss could be all that. So, thank you. Thank you for kissing me. Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me. I never thought that was possible, but you showed me it is.” I watched as tears started to fall from his eyes. “Thank you too. Tom? I really like you.” I wiped his tears. “Yeah. I like you too Kev. In fact, I know I love you. But I’m straight Kev. We’re going to be close friends, because I love who you are, the guy inside. I like your jokes. I like your always thinking brain.” He chuckled, then took a deep breath, then looked out the windshield. “I figured.” He wiped his eyes on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to be my friend. I’m gay, Tom. And after that display in the hallway, people are going to talk. I guess I just came out at school.” I grabbed his hand. “Only if you want to. Fuck those people, the ones who want to be mean. You don’t need them. And I’ll shut them up for you if you want.” “But what about you? They’re going to think you’re gay too. Fuck! I screwed this up so magnificently, and now you’re going to suffer.” He threw his head back, raking his hand through his hair and holding his head. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” “Hey, hey, settle down. Get the beast back on the leash, buddy. It’ll be fine.” I really wasn’t worried. “I don’t care if they think I’m gay. You’re gay and you’re amazing. If they think I’m like you, I couldn’t be happier. “ “Really? What if girls don’t want to go out with you?” He asked. I laughed. “Dude, you don’t know girls. They’ll see it as a challenge, can they turn me straight, make me forget about dick? If I play this right I might actually lose my virginity. Some girl’s gonna want to use that pussy power.” His eyes got wide. “You’re a virgin? You?” His surprise amused me. “Yup, turns out that being a good guy makes it extra difficult to get more than a blowjob. I can’t figure out why.” I heard him snort. “What?” I retorted. “You don’t think I’m a good guy? Or was that because I’m not as smart as you?” I’m not sure I appreciated this level of honesty. He shook his head. “No. No, not that.” He grinned. “Let’s see, someone just told me something like ‘you don’t know girls’ or some lame bullshit like that.” He raised his eyebrows. I hated myself for those three seconds before my brain clicked. “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE!” I grinned and punched him hard in the arm. He started cracking up. “You deserved that.” He laughed. “And OW! Jesus. I’m gonna have a bruise.” “Good.” I said. “Look, you’re right, being a good guy probably does work against you. You probably stop when they say no, right?” He tilted his head. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to rape anyone. If they say no, it means no.” I didn’t see where he was going with this. He paused, I watched his grey eyes move left and right between his eyelids, his lips pressed together, obviously lost in thought. “Okay.” That’s all he said. “Okay what?” I asked. “You don’t have any answers? What’s the good in having a gay best friend if he can’t give me answers about girls?” He looked at me with a suave smirk. “You can comfort yourself with a no strings blowjob from your gay best friend any time you want.” I choked , then laughed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” He suddenly looked scared. “It’s a joke. A joke. Don’t be mad.” I looked back at him, with a straight face, saying “oh, a joke. That’s too bad.” Then I gave him a wink and a grin. He took a deep breath, then grinned. “Now who’s the asshole?” “Guilty.” I said. “But look, don’t censor yourself with me, Kev. You don’t need to do that. I know you dig me. Be yourself.” “Bet you’d still make them look good.” Kevin said. “Huh?” “That’s what you said. Before the kiss. ‘Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.’ Then you paused, and mumbled Bet you’d still make them look good.” I looked at him with my mouth open. “I… I don’t remember saying that. Did I say that?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His face was serious. Concerned. “That’s why I kissed you. I thought you liked me like I like you.” I put my hand over my mouth. I led him on? I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that. “Kev, I’m sorry. It was subconscious, or something. I mean, I’m not going to lie, you have a nice body, and you’re handsome as hell with your soft grey eyes and your Viking Tarzan hair. And yeah, if I’m being honest you’d probably look hot in those track shorts because of your skateboarding ass and legs. But I didn’t mean to lead you on, or make you think we could be a couple.” I took a breath. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if I hadn’t said that?” He shook his head “I would have been too scared to make a move. Just like every day since junior year.” “Okay, we’re going to revisit your crush on me for over a year, and you not even saying hi. We’re going to have to work on your balls if we’re going to get you a boyfriend. “ “Yes, let’s work on my balls. You can start now.” He said dryly. One. Two. Brain caught up. “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too quick for me, dude!” I slapped his thigh. “Alright, well while I’m sorry I led you on and gave you the wrong idea, I’m still glad I said it because that kiss was FUCKING EPIC and I got a gay best friend out of it.” I explained. “Yeah. It was the best kiss ever.” He replied , lost in thought. “ I didn’t know a kiss could be like that either. So it doesn’t bother you that I’m crushing on you bad?” I shrugged. “I kinda like it. Besides, isn’t that how gay/straight friends work? I figured the gay one always had a crush on the straight one.” “What? No! Oh for fuck’s sake. Good thing you have me. You may be straight, but your head’s not. I’m gonna to straighten that out.” So Kevin straightened out my head, with girls and gay people. I guess I knew what I was doing when I called him my gay best friend, because the guy who I thought was my best friend turned into a major prick because of the rumors I was gay, which I did nothing to dispel. Fuck him. I did in fact get WAY more action, and lost my virginity to Carol Fredericks, a sweet little blonde volleyball player. We ended up dating for the rest of the year. I came clean with her that I really was straight, to which she screamed ‘I KNEW IT!’ And she punched me like a volleyball spike while I laughed until I swore to do anything she told me to for a week. Let me tell you, that sweet little girl was a freaknasty with her leash off. I loved that. Almost…ALMOST took me to the place of Kevin’s kiss. I had a moment beyond , but nothing as deep or long lasting as Kevin’s kiss. She was the one that taught me that eating a dude’s ass drives him fucking crazy. I need to introduce Sleeper to Carol. She tore my hole up with her mouth, even had me shooting once, just from her tongue in my hole. In my defense I hadn’t touched myself or seen Carol in two weeks when that happened. I begged her to fucking rape my hole, it drove me that crazy. She kissed me right after i shot, and tasting my own ass on her tongue almost made me cum again. And I had to stop myself from letting another load go when she picked up my pooled jizz and grinned at me while she forced my own cum into my asshole with two of her dainty fingers. I still fucked her twice more, once in each hole. I liked fucking her ass, and she loved it too because we didn’t have to use a condom and I could fill her up with my nut. Freaknasty. What a perfect, lovely, pretty, dirty little slut. I guess my laid back attitude and casual acceptance of pretty much anything allowed her to let her beast out. And you know how much that gets me gone to that mindless place. If I hadn’t joined the Army, and Carol hadn’t gone away to UCLA, we’d still be together. If she’s still single when I get back stateside, I’m going to look her up. For Kevin’s birthday that March, I asked him what he wanted. With that sardonic dry tone he said without blinking. “Give you a blowjob, of course.” It was our typical banter. It was the same thing he said at Christmas. On Valentines Day. When I asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I’d say. But this time I said “okay”, closed my locker, and walked towards the parking lot. I was halfway down the hall before he ran to catch up. I finally got him. This time HE had to wait for his brain to connect the dots. I felt kinda proud. “What?” He asked. I looked at him with a grin. “I said okay. For your birthday, you get to blow me.” He stared and blinked slowly. “This is a joke, right?” I put my arm around his shoulders, and he automatically wrapped his around my waist. Like we always did. “No joke buddy. But, there’s conditions.” He was trembling under my arm. “What conditions?” “Carol’s going to be there. She’s into it. Oh, and she calls the shots. Meaning if she wants to participate, she does. You good with that?” Kevin looked uncomfortable and a little freaked out. “She’s not going to order me around, is she? She won’t do anything to me, will she?” He stopped. “I don’t have to do anything to her, right?” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just me, buddy. She accepts you’re gay, she’s not trying to change you. I told her you’re GAYgay, that we’ve always joked about you giving me a blowjob. She asked if we’ve ever done that, I told her no. She asked why not, and I couldn’t really give her an answer except I didn’t want to lead you on, that you deserve better.” We reached the exit, saying goodbye to a few people we knew who never cared that Kevin and I hugged, walked with our arms around each other, got handsy when sitting next to each other. One cool side effect of all this was how many other people got comfortable with male affection. I noticed the guys on my teams hugging a lot more and being more at ease with touching. Of course, it was usually followed by ‘no homo’, but progress was progress. I stopped getting shit after they learned it wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, and didn’t ruin my day. I seriously didn’t care. I was going into the Army, the rest of these chumps could kiss my ass. A couple more guys came out as gay, but Kevin said they didn’t interest him. I hoped Carol’s plan worked. I was really worried my best friend would never move on and let his crush on me go. The air was still cool, in March, but Spring was almost here. We walked across the small lawn towards the parking lot where our cars were. Kevin and I used to take turns driving each other (wait… I mean riding with each other… fuck… taking each other to school… for fuck’s sake is there any way to make it not sound like we’re fucking each other? That’s Kevin’s influence, that dirty mind filled with double meanings). So anyway, since I started dating Carol, we drove separately most of the time. Carol and Kevin liked each other, it’s just sometimes Carol and I had personal business to conduct after school before our parents got home from work. “My parents are in Dallas for the weekend, and Timmy is staying at his friend’s until they come home. I’m apparently not mature enough to keep my little brother from dying in my care, but it’s fine with them if I do something stupid and end up killing myself. So, we have the house to ourselves. Wanna stay the weekend?” I asked him. His actual birthday wasn’t until next Wednesday, so there shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t stay over. “Sure. Is Carol coming over?” I shook my head “Nope. Not until tomorrow night, for your birthday celebration. She said I have to save it for you. I think you’re going to have to blow me twice because I’m going to cum too fast the first time for you to have your fun. Carol and I haven’t gotten together since last week. It’s driving me crazy. I’m so fucking horny. Practice and games, I get no time. Thank God this is a bye week.” He gave me that clock ticking look. “This is something you WANT to do, right?” I smiled. “Yeah bud. I want to do this for you. I think you need this. Besides, I tell you how hot you are every week. What makes you think I’m not going to enjoy it just as much as you?” We hugged before we split to go towards our cars. “Well I won’t complain. What time do you want me to come by tonight?” That was Kevin. His biggest sexual fantasy was coming true and he still maintained that comfortable, weightless attitude. Who knows what going through his head, turning through those gears. I shrugged. “Anytime you want. Just grab your clothes and stuff and come right over. I’m going to go to the store on my way home and get some garbage food. I’ll see you there. Let yourself in if you get there before me.” I climbed into my 12 year old ‘79 Trans Am, a car I thought was a ‘classic’ at the time. Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh, then go fuck yourself. What the hell did I know? I was 18. **************** It was Saturday night, THE night. Carol was on her way, and Kevin and I had spent the day trying to not think about tonight. With each passing hour, he seemed to get more nervous, and that sideways look was back. I tried to reassure him, tried to be more affectionate, but it didn’t seem to be working. We were currently snuggling on the couch watching Terminator 2, it had just come out on video and I had snagged the last VHS at Blockbuster. Kevin was little spoon, and I had my arms wrapped around him, my leg over the top of his, while my chin rested on the top of his head. He was so warm, his meaty body felt perfectly contoured to mine. My right hand lazily rubbed his left pec while we watched Arnold blow shotgun holes in the liquid metal terminator. The special effects were insane. I liked how solid his body felt. Comfortable. His hair, skin, breath, all smelled soothing. He’d always chuckle when I’d sniff him like a dog, but it always seemed to calm me and make me smile. Although we always spooned and slept in each other’s arms when we’d stay over at the other’s house, somehow this moment felt extra special. I took a deep breath. “Kev?” He waited a few seconds before answering. I could feel him tense, then relax. I was patient, knowing he’d speak when his clock gears finished whatever they needed to do. “Yeah Tom?” His deep voice came out weak, filled with uncertainty, and a little fear. “I… I love you, buddy. I don’t think you realize how much.” I took another deep breath. Softening my voice, I continued, “Sometimes I wish I was gay, so I could be the man you deserve.” I felt him tense up, so I grabbed him tighter, not letting him run from this. And then I felt him shaking. I looked at his face below me and he was crying. Crying softly, making no noise. “Oh Kev. Don’t cry. Don’t cry buddy.” I kissed his head, his neck, his jaw that I thought was so masculine. “Please don’t, you’ll make me cry. “ I kept mumbling while I squeezed him tightly to me and tried to kiss away his tears. “You can’t cry on your birthday, it’s against the law.” I tried humor. He brought his hand up to rub my forearm. “Tom?” He paused. I knew I didn’t have to answer, he would continue when he had the right words. I kept up my affectionate attention while he prepared himself. He really did smell like the best thing in the world. Like rain on a summer day. A freshly planted field. The breeze coming off the ocean. Beneath it all, him, his unique scent, a light musk that could have been a spice if you could bottle it. He hadn’t worn cologne since the day I’d told him how good he smelled without it. “Tom, I don’t want you to be gay. I mean, I used to want that, at first. But that wouldn’t be you.” He was talking through his tears, still running down his face, wetting the throw pillow under our heads. “Part of why I love you with all my heart is because even though you ARE straight, you never hold back on how much you love me, and show me that. Do you remember the day of The Kiss?” “Every single detail, Kev. I’ll never forget it.” “You said something in the car that day that I think about every day. When I feel sad, it makes me feel better. When I’m scared, it calms me down. When you said those words, it made everything all right.” I’d said so many things that day, and my exact words were jumbled in my memory between my heaving emotions , and my scrambled brain. But Kevin always remembered everything exactly. “Which part, Kev?” “You said ‘Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me’. So now it’s my turn. Thank you for giving me all of you, Tom. You’re perfect just as you are. So perfect, just like this.” And now I was crying too. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the emotion take us where it needed to, our eyes closed. We didn’t hear Carol come in, until she stood in front of the couch. “You started without me?” She said with a grin. We both looked up at her. “No.” We said together. She saw our tear stained faces. Her grin slipped. She knelt down in front of us, her eyes going from Kevin’s face, to mine, and back again. “Hey, are you two okay?” She reached out to wipe my tears, then wiped Kevin’s cheek too. “Yeah babe.” I said, smiling. I’m sure we looked pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I’ve got my two favorite people right here and I couldn’t be happier.” I leaned over Kevin and gave her a kiss. We were just inches from Kevin’s face. I could feel his soft eyes on us. “Wow.” He whispered. I smiled with my mouth still on Carol’s, and I saw a glint in her eye. Carol pulled back an inch, opened her mouth and let her tongue extend. She grabbed my lower jaw, squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. She darted in, shoving her tongue into my open mouth and took a long hard forceful lick up across my palate and teeth. Then she pulled my mouth open as far as she could and put her delicate chin all the way inside my lips, pushing her tongue inside along with it. I clamped down, almost chewing on her jaw. She moaned. She was the first girl I didn’t worry about how big my male mouth was. If I could swallow her head, she’d let me, and would want me to. “Holy fuck.” Kevin breathed below us. This was so hot. We’d never had an audience before. And knowing that Kevin was getting turned on by it had my dick throbbing as I unconsciously humped it over his meaty ass. I was grabbing his pec and playing with it. I was so turned on. Carol pulled back again, and stuck her magical tongue out once again. Yeah, her tongue wasn’t as big and fat as mine, but it was long, almost three inches. My asshole loved every wet inch. “Suck it.” She ordered, yanking my jaw towards it. God, I loved it when she treated me like her bitch. She couldn’t be too rough, too degrading, too demanding. It excited me that her tall thin body could control my big muscular one. I learned early on that my beloved Freaknasty could take it as well as she could dish it out too, but I could never decide which way I loved it more. She was so polite, sweet, and pure in public. Behind closed doors she became the best kind of depraved whore, and she knew ALL of my buttons. We were perfect together. She pushed me away after I tried to suck her delicious tongue as hard as I could and rip it out of her mouth so I could eat it. Fuck, the things she did to me. “That’s not the only thing going in your mouth tonight, baby” the sweet tone of her voice opposed that sparkle in her eye I knew so well. I was breathing hard, clutching Kevin’s chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I took a quick moment to glance down at him. He had the most sublime expression on his face. The excitement in those soft eyes changed them. Were the darker? They appeared to be two stormy skies. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Those lips. Carol grabbed me by the hair to get my eyes back on her. I caught the briefest glimpse of Kevin’s patented minuscule smirk before my eyes found hers. She stroke my cheek with her soft dainty hand. Man, her fingers were so long, her palm looked tiny next to them. “Oh baby, do you want to kiss Kevin? Like you kiss me?” She cooed. “Yes” I said hoarsely. I didn’t see it coming, the slap. I knew better than to take my eyes off her. I kept my head still , taking the full power of her slap. It was a stinger, she was a great volleyball spiker after all. My ear was ringing, my face on fire. Her voice was still filled with sugar, so sweet. “Too bad, baby. Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s all about him. Tonight he gets what he wants. Tonight he gets to… how do you put it? Let his beast off the leash? You want that, right?” She stroked my face again, so tender, it felt so good. “More than anything, baby girl.” “Do you love him, baby? Do you love him like me?” Still sweet, a gentle smile on her face. “Not like you. You, I want to possess, I want to grovel at your feet, I want to control you and let you control me. I want to be in front of you so I can see you and protect you, behind you so I can hold you, beside you so I can share everything with you. I want you to hold my heart, crush it if you wish, consume it, put it in a necklace to wear, while I do the same with yours.” We hadn’t talked about this, Carol and I. None of it, which was part of the thrill. I was going wherever she led me, trusting her completely to bring out what we all needed, the three of us. And she did it to perfection. She had a gift. “Oh baby, you are so wonderful, so gorgeous in your heart and soul.” She caressed me with her words. “And the outside is even more beautiful. So hot, so handsome, all those powerful muscles that would never be used to cause pain.” She finally let go of my hair and started stroking both cheeks lovingly. “And Kevin? What about him? How do you love your boyfriend?” Kevin jerked. Her eyes and one hand left my face. She looked down at him, smiling like an angel, stroking both of our cheeks now. “It’s okay. You know we all see it, right? Your hearts beat for each other. But let Tom tell you. Baby, tell him how you love him.” She tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes had gone to soft flannel again. I felt my tears start. “Kevin, I love you like the air I breathe, weightless, here inside me, always, filling me, keeping me alive. You are a fire that keeps me warm, comforting me. I wish we could merge into one, so I could feel your weightless comfort every second of every day, know what’s ticking in your amazing brain, feel everything you feel that keeps you solid, steady, and so much more real than anything else around us.” My tears were dropping on his face mixing with his own. “Thank you for being my friend. I love you buddy.” “Kiss your boyfriend, baby. Show him how you feel.” Carol whispered. I looked in Kevin’s soft eyes, and watched them begin to dart. “No.” I uttered, soft and tender. He and I had never kissed again like the day of The Kiss. “Why? Tell him why, baby.” She knew. I had told her about The Kiss. She already knew what I would do, what I would say. “I’m waiting for the moment. The moment when he’s ready to pull me into his eyes again. When he lets go of the leash he’s put himself on. The leash I never asked him to wear for me. Let it go, buddy. Come to me, pull me in. I want you to kiss me gone. I need you to give me all of you, without holding back.” If it were possible, which I guess it was because he did, he cried even harder, from fear, doubt, from a desire he could never answer without feeling the desperation of losing me. I saw it all in those soft flannel eyes. “You would do this for me?” He whispered. And I could tell he still couldn’t grasp that this was something I wanted just as much as him. Carol had opened my eyes about so many things. One lesson I learned above all others was not to avoid trying new things, that hidden pleasures were everywhere if you allowed yourself to look. I needed Kevin to show me what sex with a man was like. I too, had put myself on a leash, wanting the experience, but needing to keep from hurting him. But he was the only man I trusted to do this with. I wouldn’t do this with any other. “I want to do it for us.” When he heard those words his soft eyes stopped darting, and they pulled me in. And the world froze and disappeared. He became the only real, solid thing in the universe, even I was reduced to nothing more than elements of more than the five physical sensations. I came back to myself carrying Kevin up the stairs to my room, our mouths still locked together. I sensed Carol behind us. I’d warned Carol what could happen, if the stars aligned just right, but I didn’t expect it to happen like that, so fast. I remembered far more than the first time, my hands and mouth exploring his entire head, smelling everything, tasting every part my tongue could find. I violated his ears, driving my tongue deep into his ear canals, both of them. I needed to know how that private part of him tasted, how it felt against my tongue. I used my lips and tongue to remove his earring, rolled it around in my mouth to suck off the bits of him that came from inside his pierced earlobe. His nose I swallowed whole, the tip of my tongue penetrating up inside each nostril, the snot from his tearful surrender somehow as deliciously soothing on my tongue as everything else I’d savored. I licked his salty tears and cleaned his eyes. I remember chewing gently along that straight, sharp jawline I’d always admired. I sucked his Adam’s apple, it was hard against the soft sweetness of his throat, feeling it jump as he moaned. And then I wrapped my overly large mouth to cover his entire throat, the feel of his blood pumping through both his carotid and jugular pulsing against my lips at the same time sending me even deeper into the nothing. Here. Here was where I joined him, that merging that I wanted. He lay beneath me offering himself as a sacrifice to my hunger, my beast. With every breath, I felt the air move through his throat, his beating heart sending his blood through his artery up over my top lip, and back to his heart through his vein across my bottom lip, throbbing heat, over and over. So strong. Steady. Solid, like him. I existed only as his blood, his heartbeat, his comfortable heat, his weightless air for an eternity. For that time, I felt like his life, and I’ve never known a peace like that ever again. I don’t know how long he fed me, but he gave me all of him, patient like he always was until I’d gotten what I needed. Still clothed, we got to the landing and I moved towards my bedroom. I spared a glance at Carol. Her eyes were wide, and wonder was painted on her face. “Tom, my God. Who are you?” She asked. I left Kevin’s soft, beautiful, comfortable lips, smiled at her. “I’m him. I have him, he’s finally here.” As I pulled him to my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, tracing down my cheek. “And now, he will have me.” She didn’t have to say it, I saw it in her eyes. “You are the most amazing man, baby. I love you.” I smiled bigger. “Thank you for loving me. All of me. Even the part of me that is Kevin. You didn’t have to. But that’s who you are, and you made this gift happen because of what you have inside you. There’s no one I’ve ever known who gives so freely, and takes so unapologetically. I love you.” “Take him in there. Give him all of you. Show him what I see.” She turned to go back down the stairs. She wasn’t worried that this would change me, or change her and me. That wasn’t Carol. In fact , she told me before graduation months later that she was wet thinking about all the ways she hoped Kevin would violate me. She wanted to watch, but wanted us to be free to do everything we wanted to, needed to. Kevin stirred. I looked down at him, his soft eyes completely still as I gazed into them. “No, Carol. You’re coming too.” He said. And then that smirk. I laughed immediately, no three second wait. I had a feeling that my brain would never have to catch up with his again. “You heard him.” I said, when she hadn’t moved. She was obviously trying to figure out if that meant what she thought it meant. “Get your sexy ass in here! Oh, and Kev’s in charge. No leash.” I had no idea what Kevin would come up with, but knowing him, Carol and I were going to experience a few new things. Carol was going to learn that even though Kevin was a virgin, his beast made ours look like cute puppies. I remembered that all too well the day he took my soul.

PART SIX As I showered, I knew I should've been disappointed in myself but I wasn't really. If you'd have told me two days ago that I'd let a complete stranger into my house and I'd suck him off and let him cum on my face for $10 there's no way I could've believed you. Something about it all was such a turnon though, and as the water mixed with the cum on my face and dripped down my body and some into my mouth, I had to admit that I didn't mind it too much. The cum mixed with water still tasted OK as some of it ended up on my lips and it wasn't just the poppers talking when I sucked Dad's cock clean thinking how good it tasted. By the time I towelled off I was so horny and decided to quickly fire up pornhub on my laptop to jack off. It only just dawned on me that I'd not even cum myself off despite everyone else cumming in or on me. I jumped straight to my preferences of straight anal and after flicking between a few videos it really wasn't doing anything for me. The girls really seemed to be struggling with cocks that were much smaller than Tyler & Dad's, or they were just really overdoing it and it seemed so fake. I thought to myself that if I wanted to see some real anal, it was probably best to go to the gay categories. I decided that I'd love to see how it would've looked to see Dad fucking me, so put Daddy/son into the search bar and was overwhelmed with choice. As I watched the young guy get pounded by a Dad's moster cock, I got rock hard instantly - not because I wanted to be the Daddy, but because I wanted to be the boy and feel that dick inside me too. I looked around the bedroom for something to fill my arse, when I remembered the plug in the bathroom sink. I knew it was way too big for me, but I just needed to feel something. I grabbed it, and finding the poppers, I slowly, and with great pain, managed to plug my ass. I was so high off the poppers, that I opened another window to see where I could buy dildos online, I didn't want just a plug, I wanted to be able to fuck myself with something too. Before I could think too much (& I couldn't really anyway), I'd ordered a massive dildo and one about the size that I'd been sucking on when Tyler interrupted Dad & me. Speak of the devil, my phone lit up and it was a message from Tyler. "Heard good reports about your blowjob this morning, but Carson tells me I lost a bet with him, to make up for it you've gotta do a special job for me" Carson must've been the chemist? I had to admit I was glad to hear Mr Hi-Viz enjoyed the blowjob though. "A special job???" I guess", I replied trying to keep my cool even though in my racing head I was thinking, "Fuck..anything...I need it so bad" as I sat down harder & harder on the plug. "That's the way, now shave off all your leg & arm hair & under your arms as well" he told me. "Send me a video of it when you're done. And by the way, Daddy says hi!" That made me a combination of so jealous and horny at the same time to think he was still thinking about my arse. I was so out of it that the prospect of Dad wanting to fuck me again turned me on so much I dashed to the bathroom, pulled out the shaving cream & got to work on my legs & arms, sniffing all the way thinking I wouldn't have the guts to do it "straight". I tried to compose myself when I sent through the vid, trying not to look as high and hard as I was, and not showing the massive plug up my arse. "Well done, keep yourself smooth for the next few days. I'll let you know what it's for soon." Tyler texted back. "I always knew you were agreeable 😉 " and sent me a snippet of the video with Dad entering me & me saying "Yes...yes...yes..."over and over again. It was all too much for me and I came hard & collapsed exhausted in a heap on the bed, the plug deep in my ass. I scooped up the cum and swallowed it wishing it was someone, anyone else's. END OF PART SIX

One of my biggest pet peeves in raw porn is what seems to be an overabundance of "breeding" that features what - by all appearances - is clearly fake "cum." Especially when it's like... splashed all over surfaces and just flat-out looks like someone mixed corn starch with water and called it a day. Who decided this was sexy and had any place in porn? If you're going to cum inside, cum inside. If not, that's fine, pull out for the money shot, but I'm not jacking it to food supplies, I want to see a hot load of actual cum leaking out of a hole. Hell, even if the top doesn't cum enough for it to really 'leak' out on camera, just the idea of it is pretty hot. But when it comes to the bottom pushing out the sexual equivalent of cake frosting, I lose all interest.

Hey guys - here's a new story, but it is based on and a continuation of the story "Best Brothers." You don't need to have read Best Brothers to start this one, but it's a great flow! Here's the link to Best Brothers: This story is with special thanks to @BBSwimmerBoy for being such a hot, slutty, sleazy skank and dream brother. One of the main characters is based on you, bro! Enjoy guys! A YOUNG LUST OR FIRST LOVE? Braden wrapped his hand around his hard, throbbing eight-and-a-half inch cut cock, stroking steadily as he closed his eyes and thought back to last weekend. His dick stirred every time he let his mind wander back to being at that club with his brother. How freeing it was to share that night with him, even if he didn’t share all the events of the night. Finally letting his brother see his true self as he was eagerly fucked over and over – all of them using him and needing to cum inside him. Braden never forgetting the smile he saw on his brother’s face when he took the first load of the night. Braden hadn’t had sex in the four days since that beautiful night out. Remembering back to Jonny and Marc. Then remembering when he found his older brother, Ryan, in that dark corner of the bar, both of them in their jock and harness with asses dripping cum. When Ryan slid inside him and fucked his final load of the night into his little brother, it was almost as if… Braden’s dick throbbed, his balls tightened, his mouth opened as he let out a soft moan and his cock exploded. Cum shot all over his smooth teen abs, chest and face. KNOCK ON THE DOOR “Sweetie, you ready to go? You don’t want to miss your flight!” “Yeah mom, I’ll be right out!” Braden stood up, going his bathroom to clean up. He put on a pair of baby blue and pink Pump briefs, tight jeans and a tailored, tight-fitting T-shirt. Washed a bit of cum from his shaggy brown hair and quickly styled it. Grabbed his bags and went down-stairs to meet his mother. As they got into his mom’s Range Rover, Braden thanked her for taking him to the airport since his brother Ryan had to go on a last-minute work trip. Everyone thought Braden was a perfect kid. Eighteen-years old and heading off to UCLA in the fall, he was a preppy, polite swimmer jock with a 4.0 GPA going to college in LA on a scholarship that he didn’t need. He’s been out to everyone since he was 15 and made his parents proud – they constantly bragged about him to all their liberal, elite friends in the Bay area. They did the same with their eldest gay son, Ryan. Both of them were popular, but not interested in the high school drama, having just as many nerd friends as those who were jocks. Ryan played soccer and Braden swam. Braden swam a lot and his lean muscled build and deep blue eyes made it easy for him to have sex. He always knew he was gay, but not being feminine meant the girls still wanted him, a lot. He was always polite when letting them down. Braden’s extreme sex drive was genetically inherited, just like that of his brother. He jerked off every morning, occasionally at school during lunch, and could spend hours edging at night. If he hooked up, it would amp him up, making him even hornier. Even if he came, which wasn’t always the case, he would usually jack off again a couple hours later. Braden kissed his mother goodbye at the airport and caught his flight to Chicago. It was the end of June and he was taking a special trip for a pre-collegiate swim meet. It would be two days of competition for swimmers and divers from colleges all around the country, a handful of Ivy Leagues, some of the Big Ten and Braden easily qualified to go. Northwestern University was hosting. Braden was excited to compete and get to know a couple other incoming freshmen, but what he was really excited about was that after the competition was over on Friday afternoon, it would be Pride in Chicago. He figured everyone would head home that Saturday, but Braden booked a hotel in Boys Town for Saturday and Sunday night. He had met his roommate for the stay Wednesday through Friday night, and he was OK but decidedly straight and a drip. Very little chance Braden would get the room to himself and even less of a chance that his roomie for the trip would go out to the party that Friday night. Apparently, it was traditional for one of the fraternities to host a party the night after the competition finished. Drunken frat boys and incoming freshmen figuring out how they would fit into the college jock tribe. Braden was somewhat excited to go, but what he really couldn’t wait for was Saturday when he could ditch his teammates and explore Boystown. He’d heard it gets pretty wild, especially at the Steamworks bathhouse! The pool was packed. A co-ed event of swimmers and divers made the pool and the two locker rooms very crowded. And it was a hot summer week, so everyone would wear their suits under gym shorts and walk back to the dorms wet, many of them shirtless. Everyone was fit, cocky, and rowdy. Braden’s gaydar was not very well refined, although it was going off quite a bit, along with Grindr and Sniffies. In person, though, he just wasn’t yet confident in mixed settings. He had plenty of sexual experience, with teammates from high school and online hook ups, but he was not versed in navigating new jocks he didn’t know. One guy really caught his eye A. blond-haired, blue-eyed, smooth, high energy and popular swimmer. His name was Nic and he swam the butterfly like a Greek god. Standing about 6 feet tall, the same height as Braden, he had a smile that arrested everyone, and made Braden feel nervous and insecure for the first time in a long time. ***FROM BRADEN*** I grab one of the open showers for a quick rinse. The water cascading over my smooth body and tight fitting speedo combined with the endless sea of horny wet guys in speedos made my dick start to stir. Fuck, I don’t want to bone up here, not really. Every showerhead was running hot water and it was intensely steamy. This locker room had to be designed for maybe a quarter of the guys who were in here right now. I grab my towel and walk over to the sink to dry off. When I pull the towel off my head and open my eyes, there was Nic standing right next to me, drying himself. We both smile at each other. Nic – Fucking crowded in here, isn’t it! Me – I know. It’s crazy. But I can’t complain. Nic – Haha, neither can I. Fuck, is he checking me out. I run my eyes up and down his body. I’m at a loss for words. Nic – You swam really well today. Me – Thanks man, you too. Your fly is pretty fuckin’ incredible. OK, now he’s totally checking me out hard. And he is so hot. Our eyes keep darting back and forth from each other’s bulges and abs to our faces. I adjust my suit a little, just enough to move my semi-hard cock around. Nic gives me a smirk – subtle, but I got it. Nic – Thanks man. Yeah, it is one of my favorite strokes. Me – Yah, gives you killer abs, too. We both laugh a little. He turns to me and sticks his hand out. Nic – My name’s Nic. Me – Hey… I’m Braden. Um…where do you live? We shake hands for a little too long before we let them go. I turn and press my ass to the sink counter and watch Nic finish drying off. Nic – New York. Manhattan. But I’m going to school this fall in Boston. You? Me – Oh cool man. I’m from San Fran, but I’m going to UCLA this fall. Nic grabs his t-shirt and puts it on, although he’s not quite dry. Nic – Oh that’s awesome Man. LA is so much fun. I wish I was going somewhere warm like that. Me – Ah, ha, yeah. Well you can always transfer. What a stupid thing to say. Braden, pull yourself together, I think. Nic laughs just a little, endearingly. Nic – Yeah, maybe. Ya never know. Hey, are you going to the party tonight? I nod as Nic pulls on his running shorts and grabs his stuff. Me – Yeah, I was planning on it. Are you? Nic – Sweet. I’ll see you there. Should be fun. Me – Yeah, cool. I’ll be there. Nic – Cute speedo, Braden. See you tonight. I blush, turning red as I watch Nic walks away. Fuck he is so damn hot. I wanted to grab his dick so bad, right here. I swear, if he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone in this locker room right now, I would gladly take his cock and beg him for it. I grab my shorts and slip them on, grab my shirt and phone and head to the pool deck to find my roommate. As I wait for him, I open Sniffies on my phone. Now that the meet is over, I NEED to get fucked. God I hope one of these guys doesn’t flake. I think back to Nic for a second; I bet he’s on here. Maybe I can find him. Good thing I don’t have too much on my profile. I have a few messages, all just “hi” or “hey.” I shoot back a “looking?” and message a few guys. One twink with a very limited profile and a pic in a speedo really looked like Nic. Might be him. Not much in his profile, though, just a hot pic and a line, “18-year old swimmer looking for fun.” I get distracted by a message from a guy that I hit up yesterday. He’s 31, 6’ 4”, 170 pounds, gay, top. Top – Damn you look hot. If you can get over here soon, we can fuck before I go out tonight. I need to unload so I don’t lose my mind at the club. I look at his location. Nice, he’s not too far. His cock looks amazing. Me – Yeah man, let’s do it. I can be there in an hour. Cool? My roomie, Chris, walks over. He’s such a bore. Good thing he’s nice to look at. We walk back to the dorm. A few of the other guys are getting ready for dinner and Chris is going. I begged off so I could get away for a few hours before the party. Plus I did not want to get ready with Chris around. They head out and I jump in the shower. By the time I’m done, they had gone. I put on a spray of cologne. Grab my red PUMP jockstrap. Tight, low-rise skinny jeans, belt, and a white textured shirt, tight and short cut, going barely going down to my belt. Uber ordered. Grab my bottle of poppers and head out. It’s about a 20-minute ride. Me – I’m on my way. Be there in 20. Top – good. Top – a friend of mine came over early. So he’s here but he’s cool and can leave us alone. Me – oh kinky! The uber stops and I get out at a decent looking apartment building. Door buzzes and I head up. Knock on the door. Top opens and I step in. He’s shirtless in jean shorts. From his body, I figure it’s the same guy but can never be sure, really. Top – Hey man, come in. I’m Tony. That’s Brandon. I look over at a beautiful black man, probably the same age. Built, chillin’ with a beer and a joint. Me – Hey guys. I’m Braden. Top just kinda leans in and kisses me. I respond, pressing into him and kissing back. I run my hand down his abs and grab at his dick through his shorts. He lifts my shirt up and breaks our kiss. I help him out, pulling my shirt up. Top – Fuck yeah, you are a hot little slut aren’t you! Me – Thanks man. You’re hot as hell. You both are. He tosses my shirt on the table. I undo my jeans and open them, sliding them down so I’m only wearing my jock. I grab Top’s dick again, pushing his shorts down and fishing his cock out of his briefs. I drop right to my knees and wrap my lips around his growing cock. Nice big cut fat meat. Brandon stands up and walks over to Top. Brandon – Hey man, we don’t got a lot of time. The others are gonna be here in less than an hour and you still gotta get ready. I bob up n down on this beautiful cock, tasting precum now. I look up at them, listening… Top – well then we better not waste time. He steps away, his cock popping out of my mouth. I stand up and follow him. He bends me over the couch and spreads my ass cheeks. He pushes his mouth and tongue right in, eating out my smooth ass. I moan out, groaning as he works my hole, pushing in and opening me up. I look over at Brandon and smile at him. Nodding. Brandon drops his shorts and pulls out his big black cock, stroking it hard. I open my mouth as he slaps it across my face. I moan and open again. His dick goes right in, pushing down my throat. It tastes so fucking good! I work my tongue along his cock and relax my throat as he pushes in and tries to gag me. I hear Top behind me. Top – Yeah you little slut. Suck that dick. You love cock, don’t ya fag! I just moan, nodding as I sucked off Brandon. I can hear Top fussing around. Then I feel his lubed up fingers press into my ass. Fuck yessss… ‘I hope he wasn’t fussing around with a condom,’ I think to myself. Then I feel his cock press on my hole. I relax, opening my ass to him. Fuck yessss I need this so bad! As his cock pushes into me balls deep, I moan out. Brandon stands up and goes into the kitchen. Me – Ohhh fuck yes, fuck my ass please! Your cock feels amazing. God yes, I’ve needed this so badly! I reach back and feel his bare cock going in and out of me. Top – Yeah Braden, you fuckin slut. You like having my bare cock in you? Me – Fuck yeah, mmmm I love your raw dick fucking my hole so much! I grab the pillow and brace myself as he fucks in and out of me harder. I hear Brandon in the kitchen talking to someone, but I can’t make it out. Top keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. His hands on my hips, slamming hard into me with every thrust. I look up as two new guys walk in and watch. They are chatting and drinking while Top fucks me. I moan so loud as he speeds up. Top – Hell yeah you fucking slut, oh fuck you’re getting me close. God I want to cum in you. You want it bitch? Me – Oh fuck yeah, cum in my ass man. Go ahead. Breed me! Top – Are you sure man? Me – Oh fuck yah, do it. I fuckin’ love it. Brandon – Fuck that’s good, cause I think a few of us will want to have a go at you. Top stiffens, pumping into me, then holds and moans out. His cock spewing cum into me. Me – Ohhhh fuck yeah, breed me man. Let me get all of you ready for your night out. I’ll milk the loads from all of you. Top pulls out and brings his cock around to my face. I quickly and eagerly take his slimy dick into my mouth to suck him clean, moaning as Brandon presses his cock into my hole. I groan out with pleasure as he grabs my hips and starts to speed up quickly, going in hard on my ass. My god it feels so fucking good! A new guy comes over, already stroking his cock as he talks with the other guy. Brandon feels incredible as he speeds up and slaps my ass. I keep sucking on Top. Brandon grabs my hair, jerking my head back. He yells at me, Brandon – Fuck yeah faggot, take my load you fucking slut! Me – Fuck yeah, I moan as he spits in my face and slams into me, unloading balls deep into my hole. While I’m sucking Brandon clean, one of the other guys gets behind me and pushes his cock in. He fucks me, rather plainly and then cums in me. Not immediately, but after a good bit of fucking. Then the fourth guy gets in. He takes his time, long-dicking my ass. I lose track of time taking the last load. We go at it for a while, in a couple positions. He gets off in me while I ride him. Milking his dick, he thrusts up into me and shoots deep inside. The feeling is perfection. There are a few other people in the apartment by now. A couple were girls. Top comes over and asks if I want to hang out with them for the night. Tempting, but I tell him I have another party to go to. As I slid off the guy I was just riding, I take a minute to gather my composure. Top disappears, but Brandon showed me to the bathroom. I clean up as best I can, but I have four loads in me. Fuck. I hope they don’t leak out. I pull my jeans on and wash my face. I go out and Brandon shows me to the door. It’s 10:15, so much later than I thought. I call an Uber to go right to the party. I kinda figured I would probably wind up wearing this to the party. Oh well.

About an hour ago thanks to Sniffies. Stocky white bear, hairy with a 7” cut and fat cock. Went to his place and into an upstairs bedroom. I slobbered all over his fat cock, hairy balls, and inhaled the musk of his full bush. He ate my hole like it was his last meal and sank his fuckstick DEEP with one thrust. Screwed me doggie style for about 20 minutes until he shouted “I’M GOING TO INSEMINATE YOUR CUNT!!!” He convulses then pulses his 5 day load into me while his sweat dripped all over me, bellowing the whole time. I think I felt 6 good shots. He then flopped down on his back and I cleaned him up like a good slut does, while he strained to regain his breath. We are definitely going to do this again, probably with his boyfriend.

Born to be an evil God

Been away for far too long. I think lockdown really fucked me up big time. I met a guy and he convinced me to settle down, tbh it was really hard to fuck around in London so i decided to settle. One thing led to another and before i knew it we were in a relationship and i was back in intense therapy and rehab and back on meds. I was back to being a model citizen and completely clean and was trying to convince myself this was it. This was who i should be and it's fucking sustainable and right. But nothing lasts forever and finally came back to my senses over a week ago. Got a dealer coming over with t and am eager to become a God again.

Had a visit to one of the local sauna’s in December on a Friday evening (don’t really go in the evenings much) and it seemed to be reasonably busy. Had a wander around and ended up in the dark room - it has only the light from the entrance, but if you give yourself a few minutes after entering you can make out the shape of guys as they move around the room and if you watch guys as they enter, then you can kind of follow them around the room. I love this semi-anonymous nature of the space … watch the innocent walk in (or innocent looking anyway) and then see them loose their inhibitions when they think no one will know be able to identify them. I find that this is very true for the kind of guys that I go for - smooth dark-skinned guys, often Asian or Indian guys that are not socially confident and seem to be overlooked by others. And so it was on this visit … I had been doing some mutual touching up with a dark-Italian type of guy but as he wasn’t offering me his ass, I moved away when a very innocent looking Asian guy in his early 30’s walked in … I watched him move around the room feeling up guys as they went. They all seemed to push him away … he eventually got to me and felt my dick … I went to feel his ass and he just dropped his towel and immediately pushed back on my cock. In it went - dry. He didn’t care about lube or condoms … I pre-cum a fair bit so his ass got slopped quickly and I fucked him for a while. There was another top filling a bottom right next to us … so other bottoms came up during the fuck and wanted to get filled. After about 10 mins or so of fucking this Asian guy in various positions I decided to have a break and another top slide right in. The Asian guy didn’t care - he just wanted to get fucked, fucked hard and constantly. I left to get a water … about 15 mins later I returned to the room and once my vision adjusted to the (very low) light, I could see that the Asian guy was still there, still getting fucked so I went over to “watch”. I felt his hole while the other top fucked him and sure enough, no condom … that top busted inside him and another top slid in … the Asian. Guy was now the only bottom in the room so he was getting a bit of attention. He noticed me standing there watching … he pulled off the other top (after only a couple of mins) and then backed up his sloppy ass onto my cock. He was full of cum, but he straightened up and whispered - “pump your babies in me daddy”. And so, after enjoying his hole some more, I dumped my load into his juicy ass. And as soon as I pulled out, another top slide right him behind me … an informal gang-bang with an insatiable Asian bottom that otherwise looked like an innocent/nerdy kind of guy. Perfect!

I wonder how many will be leaving MAL with a newly Poz fuck hole. I guess in about a bunch of new fuck flu cases; there will be

What do you want son? I want you dad! Incest! I'm inside you son! Damn HoT! These words are so fuckin hot! My fat daddy dick has been leakin since dad n son hiT the pipe then exploded when dad said those incesTuous words - I'm inside you son!

Part 28 - Sound Parental Advice Max walked in to the family room having hardly slept at all, feeling exhausted having gone over and over in his head if he had been selfish making a very rash decision. The hardest part of it all was that had only just realised that he never gave Alex the opportunity to explain himself in more detail, he had only dipped a toe in and not really given Alex any chance at all. But his counter argument now was that Alex was royalty, he lived in Monrovia in a different world to Max meaning his life would have to be uprooted and turned inside out to be with him. He knew the two people he could truly rely on for logical advice were his parents. He sat there quietly opposite them staring in to his mug of coffee aware that his parents were looking at each other then at him. They knew something was wrong and guessed from the last time he looked that way it was to do with a man. The silence was killing him and he looked up at his parents and began to speak slowly, carefully and without giving too much aware Max explained that that a few days ago he came across the guy he met in Mauritius and that it unexpectantly had thrown him for six and not in happy way. To them it was all making more sense but Max alluded to disclosing his name or who he really was. His parents naturally like everyone were aware that royalty was present at the gallery evening and they were all looking for British royalty and failing to recognise Prince Alexander as he was dressed so casually. Max took Liam's word to heart about keeping it discreet so he kept the identity locked away. Max finished explaining and looked at them both "What do I do?" he asked needing advice. Lawrence shook his head "Do you love him?" he asked trying to figure where his sons head was. Max nodded "Never felt that way about any one" he replied, "But he lives in another country". "And?" Lawrence interrupted him, "So what if he lives in another country?" he remarked. Max sat there looking at his father "His whole life is very different. He says he loves me". "I guess that means you turned down happiness?" his father asked. His mother topped his coffee up "So you threw it away on what grounds?" she asked. "What do you mean?" Max replied thanking her for the coffee. Stephanie sat next to her son "Are you afraid of you moving or him moving here?" she asked. Max shrugged "I would have to move there I suppose" he replied thinking about it logically. "Can he not move here if he loves you?" Stephanie asked and putting her mug down. "No. He has too much responsibilities where he lives" Max said being very evasive. "Max do you love him as well?" his mother asked, "In your heart and head?" she clarified. Max nodded "Yes, I have been in love with him since we met, he is so... charismatic and amazing". "Why did you turn him down?" his father now asked looking sternly at him. Max sat there looking at them both "I would lose who I am" he finally said. "What do you mean?" Stephanie asked looking at her husband confused by Max's remark. Max twisted his mug of coffee around "He is well known and I would sit in the background, a shadow". "Sometimes Max you make no sense. But then love never does" Lawrence said waving his hand. "I had to change to be with your father Max" his mother told him, "Calm my wild days down". Max laughed "Yeah so father told me years ago, you were a party animal" he said smiling at last. "Well... sort of" she replied, "I had to change my way of thinking about life Max, I grew up". Lawrence nodded "And that is what finding love did for us both" he said affectionately. Stephanie held Max's hand "Max if you really love him go and talk to him" she suggested. Max cried out then nodded and stood up "Okay I will" he said kissing his parents. "Max!" his mother called, "Nothing is written in stone as to who you are" she said. Max nodded "Part of life is change, you adapt to be with the one you love" she added. Lawrence chuckled "What path you take in life if the one you build in your own direction" he said. "Okay stop the therapy now!" Max said laughing and putting his coat on. Max chuckled and waved his hand, his parents and especially his mother always gave sound advice no matter what the situation was. In some ways it was plain silly what she said, yet the truth was in there and Max knew it. Deciding to walk to the hotel he wanted to make sure his head was clear and carefully thought out what he needed to say to Alex. In his mind he was playing over the words again and again until he arrived outside the front of the hotel. The doorman tipped his hat holding the door open for Max as he walked in to the interior that seemed very tranquil, a few people bustled around checking out and Max walked over to the reception desk. "Good morning sir how may I assist you?" the receptionist asked politely. "Morning, I would like to see Alex he is in 201" Max said nervously shuffling on the spot. The receptionist looked at him "201?" she repeated quizzing him and he nodded. "I am sorry sir but we are not permitted to allow visitors to the suites" she replied. "Oh" Max said trying to think on his feet, "Could you call and tell them Max is here please?". The receptionist studied him for a moment "Just a moment sir" she said walking off. Max looked around the reception until she returned "I am sorry sir 201 checked out at 5am". "He has left already?" Max asked in shock. The receptionist nodded "Yes sir". Max walked back outside the hotel cursing himself and looking up at the windows where the royal suite was situated. It had never crossed his mind that Alex would have been leaving but then this was not his home and would be returning to his life eventually. A life that freaked Max out beyond comprehension, at the same time he knew he would never find anyone like him, maybe never even love anyone like he did with Alex. The connection between them was so strong he thought, maybe that had complicated things resulting in their downfall. There was just too much at stake that left Max with a very real decision, albeit one that was already made for him, Alex had left the country without a word to Max, then again he owed Max nothing as it was he who walked away from Alex. Arriving at the palace Alex went straight to the stables to go riding and try to clear his head of Max. He could never have foreseen bumping in to Max like that and fate playing such a cruel blow. There was one possible course of action that ran through his head, Felipe was single and seemed to like him and he knew all about Alex and his life. The Spanish actor certainly knew his way around the male body and Alex was very attracted to him. A few flakes of snow softly drifted downwards out of the sky, his hands were cold having been out for several hours riding around the Balenciaga palace grounds. Alex leaned forward and hugged Danbury his horse, even he seemed to know the prince was unhappy. Leaning up he steered Danbury towards the palace and stables taking a slow walk back, he knew from experience not to gallop when it was so cold and he was not wearing gloves which would end up numbing his fingers causing him to lose control. Turning in to the stable yard the snow was now falling steady and that eerie silence prevailed, the only sound was metal hoof hitting the cobbles of the yard. Marty appeared hearing Alex return and put on his thick coat before walking across to greet the prince. "Come in to the warm your highness" Marty said putting Danbury in his stable. Alex followed in to the stable office "Hot chocolate?" Marty asked holding a flask up. "Please" Alex nodded thanking him, "Are you settled in here?" he asked. Marty shrugged "I like Greenacres but yeah it is alright" he replied, "What about you?". Alex sipped the hot chocolate immediately feeling its effect "What about me?" he asked. "Want me to go over and teach that bloke a lesson?" Marty offered showing he knew everything. Alex put the cup down "Does everyone know my life and the intimate details?" he asked. Marty smirked "No, only those that need to know and care about you" he replied. "And do you?" Alex asked taken back by what Marty had said. "Dam right" Marty replied smiling, "I have your back Alex mark my words!" he said seriously. "I should get back" Alex said standing looking like the world was ending. Marty blocked the door "Not until you snap out of it you miserable sod!" he exclaimed loudly. Alex shrugged not raising to the bait "So what if I am, I am allowed to be miserable" he replied. Marty folded his arms standing his ground "Poor little prince that no one loves!" he mocked. "Don't try me Marty I am not in the mood!" Alex replied raising his voice and loosing his temper. Marty laughed "Or what?" he asked, "So full of your own self pity" he said with arrogance that grated on Alex. Alex stared at him "You are crossing the line" he said boiling in rage, "Remember who you are...." he started saying. "Oh no, you don't pull the royal thing on me" Marty replied cutting him off mid sentence and moving towards Alex. "Walk away!" Alex commanded but Marty stood closer to Alex and wiped the tear from his cheek. Marty glared at him "So what if this guy doesn't want to be in your life" he said. Alex stared trying to fathom Marty out "He doesn't deserve you" Marty added. "And how would you know?" Alex replied his patience being tested again. "Prince Alexander the poor little prince desperate for love!" Marty mocked Alex again. "Stop it, please" Alex said reigning in his anger at Marty or was it Max, he couldn't think. "No" Marty replied, "Alex you are one hell of a catch, you need to realise that" he said softly. Alex shook his head "You don't understand Marty, I can't just have anyone" he replied defeated. "What makes you think you could have him then?" Marty now asked. Alex lowered his eyes staying silent for a moment "I fell in love with him Marty, plain and simple". Marty shook his head "Love!" he exclaimed laughing, "Seriously get over it you royal knob". Alex couldn't hold back and launched himself at Marty "I am a fucking prince!" he said angrily. "Then fucking act like one!" Marty shouted at him grabbing Alex before he could strike out. Marty held on tightly to Alex pinning his arms by his side to prevent him from lashing out but letting Alex continue with his verbal anger, Marty heard all the profanities coming out of the prince turning the air blue from his barrage of words. Breaking down in fits of sobs that heaved from his heart, Marty held him tighter allowing Alex to get it out of his body. Eventually Alex stopped and rested his head against Marty's shoulder then slowly he felt the arms around him soften in to a comforting hug. This was one brave person who spoke to him in this manner completely disregarding who he was when they were alone together. Alex looked up at him "Thank you Marty" he said softly, "Sorry I went for you". Marty laughed "I can handle you make no mistake" he replied. Alex smiled freeing himself from the hug "You and I are not over yet" he said half smiling. Marty stood there smiling "Your highness you forget that I dictate the terms of us!". Marty was like a drug the doctor prescribed and a breath of fresh air that made Alex laugh through his unhappy state, surprised by his action as Marty pulled the prince back in to his arms and kissed him. Sex was the last thing on his mind right now, he could sense that Marty was not about to take no for an answer and his instinct was correct. Marty pushed Alex down on his knees and quickly pulled down his winter breeches and flopping his already semi hard cock out in front of Alex's face. "Don't just look at it!" Marty demanded, "Apologise properly" he said smirking. Alex teasingly looked up "And if I don't?" he asked. Marty smiled "Then the riding crop comes out and I fuck you in the stable yard in the snow!". "You wouldn't dare!" Alex replied smiling up at him. Marty rubbed Alex on the head "Never dare me to do anything Alex" he replied softly then moaned. Alex slipped his mouth around Marty's cock "Oh god yes" Marty said, his deep tone resonating. Alex moved his mouth downwards and already the cock was stiffening very rapidly, it was a taste of someone who had been working hard with not time to shower. In no way was it unpleasant and Alex found himself turned on even more by the manly smell and taste, his head now held firmly by Marty's hands guiding him to expertly work on his cock. Steadily with no breaks Alex applied gentle pressure to make it last as long as possible. Marty moaned and looked out of the office window at the snow falling thick and fast, his hips gently thrusting forward in small delicate movements savouring the warmth of the prince's mouth pleasuring him. He was getting close and could already feel his precum oozing out. Quick he moved back and dragged Alex up to his feet spinning him around effortlessly then pushing him over the desk, his hand slipped inside the prince's breeches swiftly moving them down exposing the royal arse. He leant over Alex holding his shoulders down and wriggling his cock until it slipped between the arse cheeks nudging hard at Alex's hole. Alex raised his head 'Please' he pleaded to Marty who pushed the head in to Alex making him gasp and wriggle at the sudden pain and intrusion, Marty made one sweeping movement that was fast and constant until he was balls deep inside. Keeping Alex held down he went straight in to deep rapid thrusts that lasted less than half a minute before he pushed his entire body weight upwards, he moaned loudly collapsing his head on Alex's shoulder his arse clenched hard jamming his cock in deep whilst his balls emptied themselves in to the prince. Alex couldn't move his body with Marty's weight bearing down on him 'God yes!' Alex finally managed to say finding his voice. He was loving the warmth of Marty's body being pressed up so close to his making him smile and enjoy their quick animalistic sex. Marty finished gasping and moaning keeping the prince impaled on his cock he leaned forward kissing him passionately. "Never forget I own you Prince Alexander" Marty whispered in his ear and licked it gently. Alex moaned feeling the cock wriggling inside his arse "We need each other" Marty said. Alex turned his head facing Marty and kissed him "Thank you" he said staring at him. Marty shifted his weight slowly extracting his cock then Alex felt the weight lifting off his back. Marty pulled Alex's breeches back up and slapped him on the arse for good measure. Alex chuckled and turned around and jumped up sitting on the desk, his eyes almost glazed over from a delirious sexual satisfaction. The sex was not the same as it had been with Max yet Marty went at sex with a purpose and it gave Alex a completely different satisfying sensation. "I am finished with you. You can go now" Marty said with an arrogant grin on his face. Alex stood there chuckling "And what have you done to poor Tom the footman?" he asked. Marty grinned "I needed to replace Francis now Jackson has taken him away" he replied. "Go careful with him" Alex advised with a cautious tone. "You have to be kidding me?" Marty turned facing Alex with a shocked look. Alex looked confusingly at him "He is a monster and sex maniac" Marty added, "Worse than you!". Alex swung his legs smiling "Still you got way too much satisfaction from me" he said. Marty winked at him "So did you!" he replied, "You can trust me if you need to talk" he said. Alex smiled "Is this you being all friendly now you have had your way with me?" he asked. Marty smiled and grabbed Alex's legs moving between them and holding him a strong comforting hug, they kissed a little sensually than usual for a good fifteen minutes before Marty allowed Alex to leave. He walked along the driveway back to the palace. A thick coating of snow already covered the grounds as far as the eye could see and darkness was closing in fast. Looking down past the ornate gates leading to the real world the Christmas lights were all shining brightly along the boulevard. Alex needed to get his shit together as this was their busy time of year attending gala shows and appearances then the annual religious service Wednesday afternoon before the Royal Christmas Ball the night before Christmas Eve. Part of him was still fighting the sadness yet he was feeling a lot happier, his choice of people to keep close to him was proving to be his best decision, not just sexually wise in some cases but they were proving to be people he could rely on. Marty had no airs and graces when it came to taking Alex, part of that is what helped Alex immensely. Right now he decided that there was no room for anyone romantic in his life, he would make do with what he had on hand and it helped knowing that Marty could never pass up the opportunity for sex with Alex. The palace was coming to life with Christmas lights already adorning the front doors and the two large trees were now brightly illuminated. A few days later Alex smiled to himself for the first time walking around the decorated palace. Tonight he was attending a gala dinner hosted by the governor premier and his husband for 20 of the LGBT leaders in industry from across Europe, it was a formal dinner so Alex would be dressed in his royal tunic as the guest of honour. He understood enough to know that his presence was to aid the drumming up of business. Artem finished dressing the prince placing the purple sash on the tunic "You look happy" he said. Alex smiled "I am moving on Artem" he replied, Artem curiously looked at him unconvinced. "Forgetting about him" Alex added, "No point dwelling, it is over and that is that". Artem stood back "If you think that is the right decision" he accidentally said, "Sorry". "I trust you to speak your mind Artem" Alex said quickly, "I think it is for the best". Alex looked at Artem who shrugged then glanced at him "There you go, all handsome and ready". "You don't think its over?" Alex asked taken back by the way Artem had shrugged. Thank full Liam walked in "Ready your highness?" he asked bowing his head. Alex nodded "Yes" he replied glancing at Liam and smirking, "He looks tasty tonight" he remarked. Artem chuckled "I know not to make a comment over that remark" he said smiling at Liam. "Behave you two" Liam replied staring at Alex happily seeing him look cheerful at last. The royal car arrived at the governor's mansion and Alex stepped out of the car and followed the butler in to the mansion towards the reception room, he could already hear the loud talking as he stood outside the doors before they opened. Liam left Alex's side and slipped in to the reception room standing guard 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander' the master of ceremony called out of the room who all stood silent and parted as Alex entered the room. It was always one of those weird feelings when all eyes were on him that he found a little disturbing then the room burst in to applause which was so unexpected, it had certainly never happened before. Steven made his way over and bowed his head 'Your royal highness' he said, and the room magically went back to normal with Steven taking Alex around and introducing him to several carefully chosen people. Finally Steven introduced a young man called Josh as the chief executive of a fashion retailer called Frankly Fashion, it was no random introduction but carefully staged by Steven to see if they hit it off. Standing the same height and build as the prince, Josh was 24 and already had expanded his retail business in to five stores with two of them in neighbouring countries, his dark hair and eyes along with his subtle Eastern European looks turned heads all over the place, that and his low to high end fashion reach was why he had become successful in his own right but yet to achieve real designer status. It was a meeting that yielded no interest for Alex to start with although he did find Josh to be attractive, in many ways he reminded him of Marty with his straight talking attitude. When they took their seats for dinner Alex began to be suspicious since he was sat next to Josh on his left and Steven on his right who kept Josh in on their conversations throughout the entire meal. Alex kept glancing over at Stevens's husband Brad who was pretending, albeit very badly, that he was unaware of what was going on. It was only when Alex sat back and folded his arms staring at Brad that his face twitched trying not to smile and Alex shook his head slowly. Josh on the other hand had no clue that he had been set up to sit with the prince and was finding the situation awkward not knowing what the protocol was or if he should engage in open conversation. Steven and Alex rose from the table and all the guests moved back in to the reception room, Alex spotted Josh who seemed to be relieved fingering his collar as Steven approached Alex handing him a glass of champagne. "I hope you enjoyed dinner your highness. You will stay longer" Steven asked. Alex half smiled and leaned in "I know what you are doing your husband gave it away". Steven smiled "I have no idea what you are referring to Alex" he replied going casual with Alex. "Cut the crap Steven" Alex replied smiling at other guests, "Trying to hook me up... Please!". Steven chuckled "He is single and worthy of you" he remarked clinking their glasses together. "I feel sorry for him, he had no idea how to behave" Alex said taking a sip of champagne. "So talk to him" Steven replied, "He can be trusted and he knows your position". Alex looked at the glass in his hand "Who told you about what happened in London?" he asked. "The king" Steven replied glancing at Alex, "I am sorry it didn't work out". Alex smiled at another guest "He was the one, I felt it, there was a spark, something I cant' describe" he said. Steven turned to him "Then I am surprised you gave in without a fight Alex" he said quietly. "My life is not what he wanted, simple as that" Alex said sadly, "Enough about him" he stated. His eyes followed Josh around the room whom still seemed to be a little on edge, the more he watched he could see a confident man when talking to other guests and mingling around. Alex twiddled with his glass of champagne then excused himself to get a glass of sparkling water from the little makeshift bar in the reception room. He certainly didn't have any romantic or sexual feeling towards Josh, their conversation at dinner had been good once Josh got his awkwardness out of the way and relaxed. Standing at the bar waiting for his drink and out of the corner of his eye he saw Josh approach ordering another water. "Your royal highness" Josh said nervously bowing and acknowledging the prince was standing there. "Hello again Josh" Alex said smiling, "Did I freak you out at dinner?" he asked trying to break the ice. Josh nervously smiled "Well... yes your royal highness. I didn't expect to be sat next to you". Alex leaned against the bar "Why?" he asked taking a refreshing gulp of water. "Oh!" Josh replied unsure what to say, "It is... well you are royal" he said. Alex chuckled "Don't I know it! It is just the dress and title Josh" he said quietly, "I am a real person". Josh laughed feeling more at ease "I couldn't eat much sitting next to you and I am starving now". Alex now laughed "You want to get out of here get you some food then?" he asked. Josh looked a little surprised "What with you?" he asked then apologised, "I mean thank you". "Come on then" Alex said then stopped, "Ah! my protection officer will be joining us" he explained. Josh nodded "Is that a royal thing then?" he asked. Alex chuckled "Yes, royal protocol. He is by my side all the time" he said studying Josh's reaction. "Okay. Does he try everything you eat first?" Josh asked completely innocently. "No!" Alex laughed, "That only happens in films" he said as they approached Steven who smiled way to broadly. "Your highness" Steven said bowing his head, "Josh. Are you both having a good time?" he asked. "Maybe" Alex replied smirking at him, "Josh is hungry so we are taking our leave". Steven smiled and bowed his head "Please let me walk you both out" he said. Josh still fumbled around nervously as they walked towards the reception room door noticing quite a few looks from the other guests. Passing through the doors Liam quickly walked in their direction and summoned the royal car on his mobile. Anxious to find out who the other person was with his prince and the governor premier he slowed down assessing the young man. Josh noticed the buff looking man and guessed straight away he was the prince's protection officer, it did nothing to help his nerves now seeing the strikingly handsome man now standing in front of them bowing his head towards the prince. "Liam this is Josh" Alex said introducing them, "I am taking Josh out for dinner" he added. "Of course your highness" Liam replied bowing his head again, "The car is just arriving". "Nice to meet you" Josh said holding his hand out and smiling nervously. Liam looked at his hand "Likewise" he replied shaking his hand tightly so he knew who was in charge. They stepped outside after putting their coats on as snow was lightly falling from the night sky. Liam opened the passenger door and Alex stepped in to the royal car. Josh had to double take this was really happening then tried to get in but Liam put his arm across indicating for him to get in the other side and giving him a glare as only Liam could. He closed the door and walked around with Josh to the other side then grabbed his arm lightly. "Just so we are clear, I protect the prince" Liam said making sure Josh understood. Josh nodded "I don't really know what is happening" he said nervously and slightly afraid of Liam. Liam smirked "Act cool, and be very, and I mean very, discreet about the whole thing". "Thanks and I will" Josh said as Liam let go of his arm and opened the other passenger door. He took his seat and watched Liam close the door and get in the front passenger seat as the car pulled away. Liam spoke to the driver who nodded and drove off to the exclusive and discreet restaurant. "Stop being nervous" Alex said glancing at Josh. Josh nodded "Sorry I never expected anything like this to happen tonight" he replied. Alex smiled "I have a suspicion we have both been set up" he said looking at Josh. "By whom?" Josh asked figuring out for himself already that something was going on. "The governor" Alex replied, "I expect his husband Brad had something to do with it as well". "Why am I not surprised! Josh exclaimed, "They have been trying to get me to date someone for several months". Alex studied him a moment "How come you don't have a boyfriend then?" he asked straight out. Josh grinned "Probably because I am shy and not willing to make a move on a man" he replied. "Really?" Alex asked looking at him, "You are handsome, confident and sexy looking. You have it all!". Josh laughed how Alex was so upfront with him "Right back at you!" he said, "And you?". "Ah! Well long story but lets just say royal life is not what some people desire" Alex said sadly. Josh shook his head "Your life is amazing Alex, someone will realise that and love you". Alex looked at him and they both laughed at their situation. Josh relaxed as best he could unable to believe he was sat next to the most eligible gay man in Europe, actually probably the world he thought stealing a glance at Alex. Being set up like they had was funny Josh thought yet he wasn't sure if there was any feelings there and certainly no instant attraction. To him the prince was quite sane and normal which he thought was good, Josh though liked unpredictable and someone who took the lead. He was far from being a submissive sexual partner, it was just his nature and wanted someone to love in a happy relaxed way that also was very opinionated and forged their way in life. There was one thing clearly happening whilst they ate dinner, a friendship that seemed to blossom out of nowhere and he was unable to bring himself to ask how the prince felt. Sat partly in darkness in the kitchen Max was coming to terms with his bad decision. He needed a night out away from anything gay and he knew just the person to call who lived a few streets away. Lizzie had been his best friend at school, she was extremely well spoken and socialised in the upper etchings of society, discreet and always respectably behaved she was from that they called old money in society. A family of a lower nobility class that went back several generations, yet Lizzie was so down to earth and grounded and always a good friend to confide in. Max remembered his promise to Liam about being discreet when it came to Alex and he certainly didn't want to rock any boats keeping to his promise to the protection officer. He went through his phone to call Lizzie who he hadn't seen for nearly six months as she had been travelling. He suddenly looked at her contact details and scratched his head, her details showed as Lizzie Trasilion, it can't be he suddenly thought. All these years Max had known her he never wondered if Lizzie was Lady Trasilion's daughter. Lizzie arrived with a bottle of wine and they sat in Max's bedroom where the truth came out, it was like the whole Alex episode again was being relived. But again it was something Max found out by only asking, she never lied about anything and was quite open telling him all about her parents and mother with her charitable work. It became evident to Max that deceit was only a word he was using and thinking when in fact it was completely the opposite. She had never once in their years dropped anything about her parents and was the absolute soul of discretion around her family. Max felt like at least he could talk to her and they both knew it would go no further than his bedroom. She was quite astounded as Max opened up about meeting the prince and their steamy night in the hotels royal suite. "Wow Max!" Lizzie said lost for words, "You have changed" she said sitting their assessing him. "In what way?" Max asked curiously and unsure what she meant. "Your face lit up talking about him. I have never seen that before" Lizzie explained. Max downed his glass of wine "Steady Max, don't result to drinking like that" she chuckled. "It has been so weird Lizzie, I love the guy but I am so unsure" Max said grabbing some water. "It is obvious Max, you need to go after him. Put down some rules though!" she said smiling. Max laughed "Seriously you think I would be able to put down some rules with royalty!". Astute and discreet enough to never reveal much about her mothers diary, she had to bite her tongue from telling Max that her parents and she were invited to the Royal Christmas Ball in Monrovia in a few weeks time as guests of the prince. She didn't know him personally and her mother always ranted on about how lovely and genuine he was. Lizzie could tell Max was in a complicated confused state and didn't know where to turn, knowing her mother was quite close to the prince she was mulling over weather to say something to her. By the time she left Lizzie decided to keep quiet until she saw this prince for herself and would assess his suitability, then if she thought Max was wrong about letting him go she would intervene.

Wanker’s Story pt. 2 Horvath nodded, and began unbuckling his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.” Sarge got down on his knees in front of Sergeant Charlie, unsnapping his pants and unzipping him while Horvath undid the buttons on his uniform top. “Come over here, Sendahl. You’re going to want to watch this.” Sarge said, pulling Horvath’s pants down and taking them off, leaving his boots on. The bulge in Sergeant Charlie’s underwear was enormous. I got down off the desk, careful to keep Sarge’s jizz inside me. I didn’t want to let it out. I went to kneel down beside Sarge. I never looked at Sarge like he’d be the type to do this, but I couldn’t argue with that feeling we shared. I understood something I could never have understood before- that brothers have a bond that goes beyond labels, outside of society’s norms. There was nothing above brotherhood, no barriers standing in the way. There was nothing wrong with anything between brothers, no weakness to be ashamed of, no limit to what I would now do for any of them. I watched Sarge rub Sergeant Charlie’s bulge. He kissed Horvath’s thigh. When he looked over at me, he smiled. “Watch this, kid.” And he peeled Horvath’s underwear down, releasing the monster inside. “Fuck. Sarge, that’s not going to fit up my ass.” I gasped. Sergeant Charlie’s cock, soft, was as big around as my wrist, and as long as Sarge’s cock was when it was hard. Sergeant Charlie didn’t shave. I’m not sure there would have been a point, as there wasn’t a beginning or end to the hair on his body. He was one solid carpet of black fur from his neck to his toes, though his ankles and feet wasn’t thick hair. Even his knees were hairy. “You’d be surprised what’ll fit up your ass, Private.” Sergeant Charlie said with an amused grin. “Look, his nuts aren’t as big as mine.” Sarge said, lifting Horvath’s heavy cock to exposed his hairy nuts, which were still sizable. He batted Horvath’s nuts like a punching bag a few times while Horvath crossed his arms and stared down. “None of that is getting my dick hard, Walters. We gonna do this? “ “Yeah, buddy. But the kid here has a trick to show you. You’re gonna love it.” Sarge pulled my head in. “Take a sniff, it seems to help you.” I leaned in and sniffed Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. There was a slight musk there, with a soothing herbal smell mixed in. I couldn’t smell any sweat, but Horvath had probably showered. Still, it was a deep, manly smell. I found I liked it too, but not near as much as Sarge’s raw, animal he-man odor. I felt Sarge’s lips next to my ear as my face was buried in Sergeant Charlie’s groin. “Show him what you did to me. He might take it easy on you if he likes it. Doubtful though, he never takes it easy on me.” I pulled my head out of his hairy nutsack and saw Sarge swallow the entire salami of Horvath’s soft dick, right to his pubes. Then I watched Sarge’s throat convulse and move. He rolled his eyes to me and indicated for me to take on Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. I took a breath. I turned my head so my chin went between Horvath’s thighs, then opened wide to let his low hangers drop into my mouth. I might be able to swallow both of them. I doubted it, but still wanted to try. I felt my lips make contact with his upper nutsack, then opened my throat, letting his balls drop through. As soon as I felt contact, I breathed deep, and clamped down to swallow. “Yeah Walters, take it deep. Keep that sweet mouth down on that hog.” Horvath started talking. “You know how- holy FUCK! “ My throat started heaving on his nuts, straining to swallow them down past my Adam’s apple. “Holy sweet fucking baby Jesus, suck those fucking marbles, FUCK!” I guess the warm, wet throat ballsack massage was a hit, but I didn’t have much attention to spare as I was trying not to choke to death on a hairy nut sandwich. When something is lodged in your throat your natural reaction is to choke it out or choke it down, and right now I was going back and forth between the two options and Horvath’s heavy cream filled nuts were the rope in my oral tug of war. I felt him press down on my mouth just like Sarge had done. Both his nuts were in my esophagus, lined up like a pinball machine, his sack hung low enough that getting both down in me was possible. I took a gamble before my breath ran out and clamped my lips down over the base of his balls and gave a giant gulp, wondering if I could get them further down. “Oooooooooooooooh…. Oh fuck. Oh God.” Horvath started moaning. And he literally shoved Sarge off his cock, which started bouncing and throbbing. It looked ridiculous watching that huge cock slime it’s way out of Sarge’s tear stained face like a baby calf being born. I had to spit his nuts out, I was about to pass out. Fuck, I can’t say what Sergeant Charlie felt, but trying to swallow two hot, fuzzy extra large plums at the same time kinda turned me on. No lie. Feeling them go down, then back up my throat, over and over again, that was insane. “Think you could swallow this monster? It’s not too much different.” Sarge said, offering Horvath’s cock to me by the base. It was a true foot long, or I’d eat my shoe. Not like Footling’s cock, which was probably close, but nowhere near this thick. I gulped. “No. It’s too big. I don’t even think my mouth opens that wide. “. I managed, almost too scared to even try. “Okay, then chest on the desk, legs spread.” Sarge said. I did exactly that, but I didn’t exactly run to get myself in position. Sarge patted me on the back. “Remember to breathe and relax. It’ll fit. And it’ll be fast.” I laid down, taking comfort in Sarge’s uniform underneath me. I saw his underwear a couple feet away. Sarge saw my look. “Here kid, I got the real thing here. Stick your head in here.” He hopped up on the desk and straddled my face. His dick was still hard. I gladly buried my face between his throbbing cock and those huge nuts. If it was possible, he smelled even better now that the remains of his fuck coated his shaved cock and nuts. Jesus! I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks to pull him into me. “Slow first, Horvath. Let him expand for a few seconds.” Sergeant Charlie just grunted. “Five days, Walters. I’m not holding back. My babies have been swimming around lost for five days in my sack. Your Private is just going to have to figure out how to take his pounding.” He said with no apology. Sarge sighed and caressed my buried head with his strong mitts. “Breathe deep, Private. It’s not going to be easy. Remember what I told you. Keep it open for him.” I did as Sarge ordered, and felt Horvath’s thick ram tube of meat push against my cum slicked hole. He didn’t stop there, didn’t pause, just kept increasing the pressure until his head split me open. “Agggghhhhhh!” I primal screamed into Sarge’s sweaty crotch. It felt like my asshole was burning with gasoline. My hips lifted, on my tip toes trying to get away from him, but I was locked into the desk. He had to be tearing me up, I had to be bleeding. I felt a tear roll down my face. “I always love that part.” Sergeant Charlie chuckled as he just kept shoving more and more of his massive forearm thick pole into me. “But the best part is what’s coming. “ With a brutal thrust he buried every last inch of that monster balls deep into my burning shitter with a sudden final violent punch. I thought I was going to throw up, pass out, and shit my internal organs out in one never ending bloody volcanic eruption . My intestines seized up, cramping in a breathtaking grip like a bear was eating me from the inside out. The hatchling from Alien was being born in my guts. This wasn’t a freight train, this was a pine tree, complete with bark and branches still attached. The sound I made when he bottomed out was a mix of a high pitched keening wail, a stupid sounding’GUH!’ and sob. I couldn’t imagine my asshole remained intact, and was probably a shredded bloody mess. I was going to die. I was pinned and couldn’t move my lower body, but my fingers put a death grip on Sarge’s ass. I know I left marks. “Fuck, Horvath, don’t kill him.” Sarge breathed. Horvath snorted. “Haven’t killed one yet. Doesn’t mean they don’t feel like I’m killing them.” He yanked his pine tree back and slammed back in, even harder. “That’s the point.” He repeated that move multiple times, and punctuated each violent jab with a word. “And.” “This.” … SLAM “Mother.” …. SLAM “Fucking.”…. SLAM “Private.” … SLAM “Needs.” …. SLAM “To.” …….….SLAM “Fucking.” …SLAM “Learn.” …SLAM After every punch, I made the same GUH followed by that wail, then a pitiful sob when I felt him withdraw for another shove. Over and over. There was no love, no brotherhood , no gentle caresses. This was pain for pain’s sake. I started to cry somewhere during it all, I don’t remember when I started. I didn’t want to, didn’t want to be a pussy, wanted to take it like a man. But when you break, you don’t get to choose. And Sergeant Charlie wanted me broken. I could feel his intent every time the head of his horse dick split me open again. I don’t remember when I started begging, sounding like a pitiful child , pleading for him to stop, but it did no good. I lost track of time, but I remember finally just going slack and dropping like a limp rag doll to the desk. Forgotten were Sarge’s mesmerizing balls, his smell that I loved. But I do remember his gentle hands stroking me, his tender murmurs of “you’re almost done, kid. It’s going to be okay. I got you, brother.” As if my complete submission was what this Hungarian animal needed, as soon as I went limp I felt his rough, calloused hands on my shoulder blades and he transferred his weight to my back, crushing me with every pound he possessed. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. I wanted to die. “That’s right. There it is. This is when you surrender to your older brother, kid.” His voice opposed his movement, his violent thrusts. A gentle, understanding voice. “The rules protect you. The regulations protect your brothers, so that everyone gets home. The Army protects all of us. This feeling you’re having, when you want to give up, want to just lay down and die, this won’t be the last time you feel that. But know, and remember, that it’s your brothers, even the Charlies, who will get you out alive, who would do ANYTHING to get you home. *I* would do anything to get you home. I love you little brother.” And as he said those final words, he grunted, spasmed, and dumped his five day load 12 inches deep inside my brutalized ass. I barely felt him pull his meat out of me. My asshole felt like hamburger. I just lay there, on top of Sarge’s uniform, which felt so soft. My arms had fallen limp over his thighs. “He’s intact.” I heard Sergeant Charlie say. “Not even bleeding much at all.” I heard a belt clasping. “Focus on your training, Private. Keep the pranks for your unit and platoon. And fucking use your head next time.” With that the door opened and closed again and I knew he was gone. I didn’t want to look at him. Thank God they didn’t make me look at him. “Take your time, kid.” Sarge said. His hands constantly rubbing my head, roaming over my back, making slow paths across my skin and muscles. It felt good. It soothed me. I just relaxed for a quiet few minutes, learning how to breathe all over again, knowing my drool, snot and tears had soaked Sarge’s uniform. I hoped that was okay. His hands never stopped. Finally, I spoke. “I must have made him so angry.” Sarge let out a small laugh. “Kid, that wasn’t angry. He wouldn’t have fucked you angry. You needed a lesson, but not THAT lesson. That lesson probably would have killed you.” He explained. I discovered I liked it when he called me ‘kid’. “I’m sorry I cried, Sarge.” my weak voice trembled. I felt the tears starting again, their warm trails running over my cheek, down the side of my nose. The underside of my turned face soaked his uniform with more tears. “Shhhhhhh, Sendahl. No shame between brothers, remember? Cry if you need to. You held out longer than most. You should be proud.” He let me sob for a couple more minutes, but I reached a point where crying didn’t seem important anymore, nor laying there wallowing, with my legs still spread. That seemed like a dumb thing to do, stay in THAT position. I started to move, but Sarge held me down a bit. “Slowly, Sendahl. You don’t realize it yet, but moving is going to make it hurt all over again. Take it very slow.” He waited until I had pulled myself up onto my elbows, then he hopped down off the desk and came around to help me stand up. “Let’s get you dressed.” Sarge said. At some point he checked out my ass, and declared I was going to be fine. Sore, in pain, but fine. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. The walk back to the barracks wasn’t easy, but I managed, stopping a few times to regather my strength.

Hospice Worker Today was my first day on the job as an AIDS Hospice worker. My agency provides in-home services and proudly specializes in what they term “loving care.” I had received hours and hours of training, but this was to be my very first case. I was 2 minutes late when I rang the doorbell. A tall, fair-haired man opened the door. He had a pleasant face but at that moment, he looked tired and rather stressed out. He stepped back and beckoned me to enter. “Hi! I’m Bill. You’re here to see Martin, right?” I replied, “Yes! Hi…I’m Joey…from the agency!” “Well…thank God that you’re here!” he said. “He’s been asking for you!” “I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to last,” Bill said as he walked me up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sort of hospital room. “I know that he’s excited to be seeing you! He’s been saying that there’s something that he wants to give you before he goes.” I didn’t know what he was referring to, but…looking back…would it have made any difference? I was trained to see to any and all needs that my client had, right to the very end. Bill tapped on the bedroom door and opened it gently. “Martin? Are you awake? Joey’s here to see you!” After entering, I saw Martin lying on the hospital bed. Although now he was emaciated by the disease, at one time he must have been a rather fit and good-looking man. He had a ready smile and I could still see a passionate fire smoldering in his eyes! He said, “You must be Joey! I’m SO GLAD to finally meet you…SO GLAD that we can spend some time together!” He turned to Bill, “Could you bring Joey a cup of tea?” Tea is not really my thing, but like I said, I’m here to serve. When Bill returned with a cup and saucer, I murmured my thanks! Bill nodded and said, “Well…I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll check back in a bit!” There were no chairs in the room. Martin patted the spot next to him on the mattress, “Here! Come sit on the edge of the bed next to me. We can get to know each other.” I sat down, holding the tea saucer on my lap. We chatted about this and that. Even though this was our first encounter, he seemed exceedingly pleased to have me there. His cheeks had a feverish flush and his eyes burned brightly. “So…how’s your tea? Earl Grey, is it?” he inquired. I politely took a sip and said, “I’m not sure…but it tastes good!” Out of the blue, he asked me about my HIV status. When I informed him that I was HIV-Negative, his face lit up with an amazing smile. It was like the sun suddenly coming out from behind the clouds. “I, on the other hand,” he said, “have an incredibly high viral level! I bet that I’d convert you…I mean, someone like you…in no time at all! It makes me horny, just thinking about it!” His hand found its way onto my thigh. As we continued talking, he left it there. It didn’t really bother me, so I said nothing. Soon, however, his fingers began to trace lazy circles, almost as if he was trying to seduce me. In the interests of propriety, I tried shifting my leg a little but his remained perched where it was. He kept telling me to finish my tea, so before long, the cup was empty. I started to feel unusually tired. Martin asked, “Are you OK?” I answered, “Yeah…it’s just that all of a sudden I really feel like going to sleep.” Martin’s response was, “That’s just the knock-out drops kicking in. Don’t worry! They only last a few minutes. Here now…just relax! You’ll be alright!” I heard him call out, “Bill!” and vaguely heard the bedroom door open. As if from a distance, I heard Bill’s voice say, “I’ll get his things off!” Hands tugged at my clothes and then, at some point, I was aware of being naked. Bill’s voice came again. “Here you go! Up on the bed with you!” After that, I must have drifted off. At some point, my eyes popped open. I could feel what must be a large stiff cock, inching its way up inside me. Where was I? Someone’s fingers were playing weakly with my nipples. I became aware of someone’s hot labored breath on the back of my neck. I managed to speak. “Martin? Is that YOU?” A voice said, “Relax! I told you that you’d be alright! It’s just me! I wasn’t sure you’d want me making love to you…you know…you being NEGATIVE…and with my AIDS and all. This will be my last time and I wanted it to be with someone special like you. I hope you won’t hold this against me for doing this.” Once I was past the initial shock of my situation, I was able to put things into perspective. Martin had needs. Needs that only I could fulfill for him. Wasn’t that part of my job, after all? Martin, along with so many others, was entitled to the same joys and physical pleasures as the rest of us. I felt as if were my duty to open myself to him and provide what comfort I could. His hips started moving, pumping his organ in and out of my hole. God, it felt so good! His hands continued to paw at my chest as my back arched with delight. In his weakened state, he didn’t last very long. “Joey!” he cried. “Take my SEED! I’m passing my virus on to YOU! Treasure it! Keep it safe within you and let it flourish and grow. Let my DNA join with yours! That way…I’ll live on inside of YOU!” His body started to spasm. His hips slammed into me 3…4…5 times…and then held against me as the last of his toxic sperm drained into me. “Don’t move! he whispered imploringly! “Let my seed find a place to latch on to your innards and begin to multiply! It’s my GIFT to YOU!” It was the least I could do to remain there with him still inside me, his last diseased load beginning its assault on my immune system. A few minutes later, Martin passed away, a contented smile on his face. Bill re-entered the bedroom and helped me disengage myself. He handed me something and said, “Martin was hoping that you would use this!” It was a butt plug. “He wanted you to give his bug the best chance to spread throughout your body!” That made perfect sense. I won’t clean out tonight. I’ll keep his gift inside me & cherish it as a way to honor Martin and keep some part of him alive inside me. All I know is that, from now on, I’ll let our clients know that I’ll willingly offer my body as an incubator for their their viral seed.

** I usually never let people read my stories. This is one I threw together that I thought you might enjoy. Let me know*** I was 19 years old. I had been having sex with guys for several years at that point- starting with experimenting with a few school friends, moving onto meeting with old trolls from the internet and culminating with weekly trips to the bath houses in the city. Periodically I'd drive in from the suburbs, telling my parents I'd be out with friends late so I knew I'd have enough of the night to do as my glands drove me. I wasn't the golden cast example of adonis, but I did alright- working out regularly and proud of my developing sixpack. Usually I'd hit the local gay club, which usually was a 18+ dance place. It was easy to get guys to buy me drinks, and easier to get the occasional blowjobs in the bathroom stalls. Once or twice a month I'd get nice and tipsy on drinks from the generous, horny enablers I'd meet in at the clubs. One night I met this man- couldn't tell you his name. I would guess he was in his early 30's, just under six foot with a great body displayed immodestly within collared t-shirt and overly tight denims. He bought me drink after drink, and we danced till about midnight, his hands making a detailed map of my body while the liqour began coursing through my young brain. I found myself at one point locked into a deep kiss with one of his hands down the front of my pants as we held each other close atop one of the gogo boxes in front of the DJ's desk- in plain view of all in the club. He licked my ear as he gripped my nuts, whispering into my ear against the throbbing din of techno and excited queens: "I don't live in the city. Do you have a place?" I shook my no. He tightened his grip, and said "Then we're going to the baths." I agreed, and suggested the club at which I had a membership. Together we left the club, my arm around his waist and his hand tucked safely between my cheeks. We kissed some more as we made our way down the street, pausing long enough for him to begin fingering my hole as he pressed me against his car in another deep, sloppy kiss. I don't know what make or year or anything- the details are a bit foggy from all the two tequilla sunrises and four shots of what sounded like "yagermeister" he had fed down my throat. The leather seat creaked as I climbed in, and the radio bumped out beats I could feel in my guts as we cruised down through the city. At one point he pushed my head down to his lap, where I pointedly began sucking off his beautiful uncut cock, loving the way the foreskin rolled up and down with every stroke. The smells of his sweat and cigarette were thick, and made me all the hornier. We made out a little more while in the bath house parking lot- his fingers reaching deep into my hole and he nibbled on my neck, sending me over the edge. He helped me up to the door and to the front desk- my legs were a bit unstable from the booze. Robotically, I signed the form and paid my locker fee, picked up my towel and made for the locker room. Together we undressed, giving me the chance to see for the first time the totality of his perfection. His muscles roped through his tight flesh, making the perfect canvas for the myriad of tattoos that covered his form. I admired the variation of design that covered him- an angry looking woman, naked, slicing the dead from a lamp post on his ribs; a red and greed skull with a biohazzard symbol etched into its forehead eating a fighting cobra on his thigh; a black and red scorpion on his other, grasping a terrified looking rabbit in its claws and a large, gleaming drop of emerald poison dripping from it's oversized stinger. He led me immediately down to the darker basement rooms, where we made out more as he settled me into the sling. Fat old trolls began to emerge from the shadows like moths to a flame as my enabler began lubing up my hole. His fingers drove themselves deep and forcefuly into my core, elating and overloading my senses. I begged him to be gentle, only getting "You can take it," in reply as he began driving into me deeper and more agressively. He massaged my prostate, making a load start to bubble and burn within me with each determined push. He pulled his fingers out and scrutinized them. "Do you often bleed?" he asked with a small smirk. I told him it had been awhile since I'd been in that situation- normally being a devout top. He asked me if I wanted his cock as he drove his fingers back into my open hole- a moan as I bit my bottom lip against the pain of his invading fingers my only rely. I began to feel light headed, disconected in a way. I noticed my heart felt like it was beating against my ribs and my vision begging to distort. The more I thought about how strange I felt, the more I would only concentrate and his wonderful fingers beating against my prostate. From nowhere a cock pressed against the side of my face. Obediently I took it into my throat without even opening my eyes. Only a minute passed before another cock pushed against my other cheek. I switched over and started sucking the new comer. Only another minute passed and I felt another cock nudging my other cheek. From the length and girth I could tell it was huge. "Do you party?" he asks as he pushes his fingers deeper into me, "do you like booty bumps?" At first I don't know what he meant- but my education in the local fag language finally kicked in. I push against the cock invading my throat. "--I've--never--done--it--" I pant between thrusts against my boiling prostate. He pushes as far into me as he can reach, and twists his fingers back and forth as he starts to laugh. "I've already put a heavy hit in you boy. You should be feeling it." It was then I realized that I was high, and instead of worrying about it I only moaned in acceptance. I was lost in a swirl of speed and lust- noticing only the thrusting into my hole and the cocks alternating position within my throat. I reached down wanted to feel his fingers glide back and forth, only to find that it was his dick I was feeling. Without missing a beat I grabbed his muscled ass, and pulled him deeper and deeper into me. I suddenly became aware of the pain, and felt the slickness of his driving cock. When I pulled my hand away I noticed some pink and red streaked accross my palm. His beat grew faster and faster- opening me up like a flower on prom night, until with great gasps he drove himself hard and furiously into me, shouting "Take this charge!" He stayed in my for awhile, slowly fucking his load deeper into me- his cock gliding back and forth more easily with the extra lube. As he pulled out one of the trolls whispered, "Did you just convert him?" My heart skipped a beat as he giggled, "Fuck that charged load deeper into his guts. He's told me he's a top, I want to make sure he passes my gift along." Promptly, the troll mounted my used hole, and began quickly driving his short, thick dick into me. Four or five guys ended up fucking me that night, each filling my ass with his load. The next morning I woke up at home- no idea how I got there. My mom was banging on the door, saying I needed to get up and mow the lawn. When I checked, the seat of my boxers were streaked with dried blood and cum.

Finally got a load last night. It has been a while with the covid thing going on. I made a connection on BBRT, He was fairly close so we connected at my condo. He was middle aged gentleman round 5'10" 185. I let him in and introduced myself. I think he was just a little taken aback since I was nude. but I am always nude at home. I started to chat with him and offered him a drink. However he stated he stated he didn't want a "friend" he just wanted to use me and go. That was fine with me since I haven't had a cock in months. He started to undress and asked where the bedroom? He followed me there. I had already set out lube. by then he too was naked and I was very happy to see he had a nice large cock. Not huge but bigger than any I have had before, Maybe 8" or 9" and very thick. Oh I should mention his profile said he was POZ but undetectable. Anyway he had me lay on my back as he said he liked to see the bottoms face as he fucked them, especially when he started cumming in them. He put some lube on me and his cock and lined it up. It has been a while since I have been laid so I was very tight and he couldn't just plow right in. He added more lube but was still not able to plunge in me. Finally I was getting frustrated as well and "fuck it, just shove it in". bad idea for me, it really hurt but after a couple of thrusts he was buried in my ass. He posed for a second to let me relax, then started pumping. OMG it felt great. So far the largest I have ever taken. After a minute or two he reached down and started giving me a hand job to my already very erect cock. With his large cock pumping in me and my excited state I quickly came on my stomach and chest. However he kept stroking my cock to the point of almost pain it was so sensitive after cumming. In my position there was no way to stop him. Finally he began thrusting faster and with one finally shove a deep as he could he began to cum in me. It was a pretty heavy load as I could feel it inside me. When he was finished and he pulled out I was so satisfied finally after all these last months, I had finally gotten a load. It felt awesome, I was totally relaxed. But then as I was laying there, he lifted me under the arms and pulled me around on my bed till my head was hanging over the edge. He lined his partially erect cock to my mouth a said suck it till I cum again. Oh wow, I haven't sucked a cock coming straight from an ass since my first gay experience many many years ago. As I started to open my mouth to say wait a minute he pushed right in my mouth. OMG I hadn't had a cock this big around and it really stretched my mouth and finally my throat as he pushed it in. Thankfully I had cleaned out earlier so there wasn't my shit on it (i don't think so anyway because it happened so fast I never got a look. I didn't taste anything funky. Once I got use to the size I began to enjoy the sucking. However, since he had just cum it took quite a while for him to cum again. Surprisingly he still had lots of cum to get out. I loved tasting and feeling it in my mouth before swallowing the cum. As I was laying there feeling used but happy, he said thanks, dressed, and said maybe another time then out the my door. I am glad i took the time to tell about this. It was a longer wright than I expected. But I was needing to share this. Couple of things I hope to have more contacts asap, and I know he posted undetectable on his profile but you never know for sure.

This is fucking excellent guys....two buddy's gettin it on! [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jnWqQkv4CU5e

This is one of the stories i am very eager to see completed

Finally got my hands on some delicious t. This is the good shit right here pigs. Feeling fucking RELAXED now. Ask me anything and i will get back to you here.

My fb Chris and I went to a rawbar to pick up oysters for supper; he had a fb with him who I'd not met. They came back to my place to eat. Hispanic guy, nicely hairy body, first-class Cocksucker, his Hole was very nicely hirsute. We took turns eating the Hole, rutting in it, fucked/bred it, sucked each others load out of it, mouthed the Seedmix back and forth, finally sucked him off together. Not the darkroom, but it was fun. btw - the oyster bar was crammed to the rafters, I only saw masks on a few of the servers.

Mmmmm such a beautiful transition to becoming all he needs to be!

If you found someone who had never had sex and never gotten horny, they would look at two guys (or maybe even a guy and a girl) having sex and scratch their head, because nothing about it makes logical sense. In this case, why would someone want to swallow what comes out of another person's cock when it has nothing to do with regular food or drink, and especially considering what usually comes out of there? Almost everything about sex is mental. It's our inherent desire to do it. It's because it makes us horny beyond words. We crave it. You can't communicate that to someone who hasn't experienced it. I think that answers the OP's question though - it's because we've done it. And we love to do it. And that helps to make it taste better too, at least in our minds at that moment in time while we swallow it as we're about to cum ourselves.

As we all know, the taste of cum is all over the board. Some is sweet and delicious. Some is salty, sour and pungent. I'll swallow it, no matter how it tastes. For me, I love the satisfaction that I've made a man cum with my cock sucking skills. So, I'll be damned if I'm going to spit it out. Digesting his cum is the reward for a job well done.

With the number of people in the Palace aware of when happened between Alex and Max, I'm sure that there will be as many in London aware too. I'm sure that Max will be urged to make an appearance at the Christmas party, but we will have to wait on Losolent, our puppet master, to find out. After all ... he's holding all the strings. What a tale you have woven 😉

@bottombehr that was what I was thinking as I was nearing the end. That Lizzie would suggest he take her to the ball. But then the last few sentences dashed that thought. I wonder if at the ball Lizzie meets the prince and then see him with another and it gets more complicated. Maybe Liam or even the King will intervene with Lady Trasilion’s help. Oh the many paths.

Crazy time away, spent over 6 months clean and sober and had 'help' but now back to my natural state

I had taken 15 loads prior to meeting my bf in August (kind of a slow year). Since that time, he has put 50 or more loads in me in the 6 weekends we have been able to spend together. 65 is better than 2020.

CH3 - "The Wounded Hunter" Two loads in his hole from two stepbrothers in as many hours. Nico was aglow as he savored the whorish turn that his evening had just taken. From the pit of his stomach traveling out into his limbs, fingers, and toes radiated an energy that was electric -- almost like nervousness -- or was it? -- but also like an unfettered joy that left his joints weakened but had his heart aflame. Not even a half-hour before his second raw dicking of the evening, Nico would have sworn, unhesitatingly, that his boyfriend Omar was his first and would be his last love and the only man who Nico would ever let pleasure himself inside Nico's insides. Omar…, Nico thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Omar!," Luciano shouted through the open bathroom door, his cum-soaked uncut cock and balls still protruding from the opening in his jeans. It was clear to Nico that Luciano was not listening for Omar's answer. "God, that's a silky whore hole you have, boy," Luciano admired as he reached around Nico's backside and gently started swirling two fingers against the cum-glazing on Nico's outer hole. The scent of cum wafted up from Nico's ass crack to Luciano's nostrils. Luciano reached behind himself and shut off the switch for the bathroom fan. He clearly knows Omar's bathroom, Nico thought. Omar appeared in the bathroom doorway but directed his eyes only toward his stepbrother, whose fingers were still sandwiched in Nico's cummy ass crack. "¿Acabaste?," Omar asked. Nico noted Omar's calm affect in spite of not understanding the language. "Te toca a ti," Luciano replied, releasing his hand from Nico's crack and lifting two glistening fingers right up to Nico's mouth before forcing Nico's lips open and shoving both fingers in. Not once did Luciano make eye contact with Nico. The little slut sucked greedily on Luciano's sticky digits while trying to still keep Omar's figure in his peripheral vision. Nico felt emboldened by Omar's apparent assent, though still not fully understanding why everyone seemed so relaxed given the brazen infidelity that had just taken place. Omar switched back to English. "Food's ready if you want." Nico finished cleaning Luciano's fingers. Luciano withdrew his hand and without cleaning the stepbrotherly jizz combo coating his genitals proceeded to put his manhood away and button up. After briefly wetting his fingertips at the sink, Luciano finally exited the bathroom, patting Omar on the shoulder twice as he walked by and leaving a smattering of wet spots on his shirt. After watching his stepbrother walk out into the living room, Omar turned and finally fixed his eyes on Nico's. The serious look on Omar's face was tempered by the thinnest wisp of vulnerability in his eyes. They stared back at each other. Neither spoke. Omar finally broke the silence: "I think your dad's been texting you." The banality of Omar's words were both a surprise and a relief. "Is my phone in the bedroom?" "Yes, but you're going to have to go over there and get it yourself because I need to take care of my stepbrother and Elena." Omar paused before offering, "You need anything?" "Clothes?," Nico replied, wondering why, after everything that had just transpired, it required mention. "Did you forget where you left them?," Omar shot back dryly before turning away and heading back across the living room to the kitchen. The facetiousness stung. Fuck, Nico thought to himself as he let out a sigh. He is mad. Nico waited a moment before peeking his head out of the bathroom. Still fully naked and starting to feel a little cold, Nico stepped out quietly hoping not to draw attention to himself. He could see Luciano seated at the table with his back toward the rest of the apartment, but Omar and Elena must have both been behind the partial wall that blocked Nico's full view. Hoping to delay his first encounter with Elena for as long as possible, Nico started walking across the living room toward the bedroom door, treading as lightly on his feet as possible. He avoided turning his gaze toward the kitchen and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Nico grabbed his phone from the edge of the bed and clicked it on. "Just wondering if you're planning on coming home tonight or if you're staying with Omar again," his dad's first text read. And immediately following: "No pressure. Just wondering so I can plan for dinner." "sorry, dad," Nico typed quickly. "just saw ur message. staying at omar's again tonight." Almost immediately, Nico's dad replied back with the emoji of a hotel with a large pink heart on its façade followed by three drooling face emojis. ("🏩🤤🤤🤤") Nico, embarrassed, typed back, "omg! stop!" He locked his phone, tossed it back on the bed, and then grabbed his pants and shirt, leaving his underwear on the floor. Nico dressed and opened the bedroom door as he stepped back out into the living room. Luciano, Omar, and Elena were seated at the table in the kitchen conversing in Spanish. The three continued their discussion without any one of them paying Nico any mind as he approached the table -- clothed for once. Nico slid into the only remaining seat at the table, next to Omar and across from Luciano. The pressure of the chair seat against Nico's taint reawakened the delicious ache in his freshly fucked hole. His insides felt full and used. There was something both thrilling and unsettling about every single person at the table knowing exactly what kind of cheating whore Nico had just been. Here he was only six months into the longest romantic relationship of his young life, simultaneously holding both his beloved's and his beloved's stepbrother's pooled ejaculate inside of himself. Something out of the corner of Nico's eye made him feel like Elena was looking at him. As Nico turned to meet her gaze from across the table, he saw her eyes dart back to Luciano while the rest of her head remained still. The three went on conversing for bit longer, and then, with the food on each of their plates looking mostly undisturbed, Luciano stood up, saying, "Gracias por la cena, hermanito." Elena got up, too. They pushed in their chairs and gathered their things to leave. Omar stood up and joined them by the front door, while Nico stayed put, sensing with each small slight that his presence among them was merely being tolerated. As they started saying their goodbyes, Luciano called over to Nico. Nico stood up and walked over into their line of sight. His eyes met Luciano's. Luciano spoke. "Don't ever let me catch you cheating on Omar, you hear?" Nico shot a glance at Omar, who turned his head away before their eyes could meet. "I promise I won't," Nico replied. Luciano scanned Nico up and down one more time from across the room and winked. And with that, he and Elena turned and left. Omar shut the door behind the pair and turned to face Nico, looking unamused. The two stared back at each other for some time. Nico stood wide-eyed. Omar appeared stern. He pressed his lips together. Nico's hands fidgeted. Omar looked withdrawn -- even a little defeated. "Why are you still wearing clothes?," he asked Nico, almost softly and without the usual brash, selfish confidence that was Omar's calling card. Nico felt guilt, and he felt it deeply -- the way one feels when one has shattered something inestimably precious. But there was another feeling, too, that Nico couldn't quite place. Nico pulled off his shirt, and then in one swift motion hooked his two thumbs under the lining of his jeans and slid them to his ankles. Nico stood naked, his jeans and shirt again pooled on the floor of Omar's apartment as they had been just a few hours earlier -- as they had been across so many nights prior. Omar admired Nico's perky nipples and the way they draw one's attention toward his rounded shoulders and the musculature on the sides of his rib cage. Omar walked over and with his left hand gently pinched Nico's nipple while his right hand reached around in search of Nico's cummy fuckhole. As Omar's fingers gently stroked Nico's cum-soaked pussy, Omar whispered into Nico's ear: "You really are a little whore, aren't you?" Nico relaxed his hole as a peace offering to his wounded man. Omar's face shifted; his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into an 'o' as he scanned Nico's face as though looking for something specific. "Goddamn your pussy feels so used," Omar said. "You like my used pussy, daddy?" Nico arched his lower back, adjusting his pink hole upward to make it easier for Omar to reach. Omar's cock surged under his pants. The pressure of his hardening shaft pressed into Nico's lower abdomen. Omar brought up his right hand and pushed his fingers into Nico's mouth, making Nico clean up the coating of his and his stepbrother's DNA. "You smell all that cum?," Omar asked. "Yes, daddy," Nico replied. "That's the smell of you not knowing how to keep your fuckhole shut, you little whore." Omar's tone got more serious. He withdrew his hand from the boy's mouth and then spit in Nico's face. "Go grab me your phone, slut, then get back here and service my dick." Omar felt impatient. Nico complied, grabbing his phone from the dark bedroom and returning to hand it to Omar. Nico kneeled and started unzipping Omar's jeans. Omar typed in Nico's code as Nico lapped up his semi-soft beer-can cock. Hearing the phone unlock, Nico tried to remember when he'd ever even given Omar the passcode, but with his mouth now full of boyfriend-dick and given the delicacy of the situation, Nico focused on sucking his man to full erection. "Look up at me," said Omar, still staring into the phone screen. Nico looked up toward Omar's face, eyes wide, with his boyfriend's shaft disappearing into Nico's warm, wet mouth. Omar snapped a photo of Nico's cock-stuffed face. Then another. And another. Omar began typing. "Good boy," he said as an afterthought, emptily and distracted. Nico closed his eyes and let Omar focus while Nico slobbered all over Omar's now-erect cock. Nico heard the sound of several text messages being sent in succession, but the taste and smell of Omar's cock and balls kept Nico focused on his reignited lust for cum. Even though his hole still ached -- nay, *because* his hole still ached from his earlier dickings -- Nico's craving for more raw dick consumed his focus. Without saying a word, Nico gently suckled his way off Omar's cock, stood up, turned around, and guided his man's raw meaty girth to the opening of his pink, used pussy. Nico heard another noise from the phone. His loose, cummy opening swallowed Omar's cockhead easily as Nico moaned like a dick-impaled little faggot. Omar felt the swirl of cum inside Nico as it soaked his cockhead. Omar closed his eyes for a moment and felt the muscles in his neck and upper-back finally relax for the first time since his stepbrother and Elena had shown up. Omar continued holding Nico's phone in place, the camera fixed on the widest part of his cockshaft as he finally pressed all the way into Nico. "Uhhh!," Nico panted as his tender insides were penetrated for the third time that evening. "Open up that pussy for me," he ordered Nico. Nico pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart, and a strong waft of cum scent filled Omar's nostrils. Omar started sliding his raw dick in and out of Nico. The sounds from Nico's hole sounded viscous and wet. "Who'd you just let cum inside your hole, whore?" Omar sounded angry. Nico hesitated. "I said, tell the camera who you just let cum inside you, whore," Omar repeated more slowly. "Your stepbrother." Nico let out a sharp, pained moan as Omar rammed his raw dick in hard before the words had finished leaving Nico's dick-scented lips. "You didn't ask him for his HIV status, did you?," Omar continued. "No, daddy." "Did you ask my stepbrother if he has any STDs?" Nico had never heard Omar talk about infections like this during sex. Nico again hesitated. "Answer the question, fuckhole," Omar barked impatiently, again plowing his fuckshaft hard and deep into hole. Nico felt a trickle of cum slide from his hole down to his taint. "No, daddy!" Omar's pulled all the way out of Nico's hole, leaving a ring of cum froth encircling the tender, pink entrypoint to Nico's rectum. Omar slammed back into Nico, reopening him easily and bottoming out as the sound of cum bubbling from Nico's hole reminded Omar of a man's boot being pulled quickly from thick mud. The sound of cumsloppy hole dicking filled the apartment. "Speak up, boy!" Omar slapped Nico's ass with an open palm as Nico's fuckchute gurgled and spat messily. the stepbrother's cum began leaking down Nico's inner thing and dripping in a cluster on the carpet below Nico. Nico winced. "No, I don't, daddy!" "How do you know my brother didn't just pump you full of HIV?," Omar followed. Nico felt electricity coursing through his belly. "I don't, daddy!" Nico moaned like a faggot in heat as Omar's plowing continued. Omar's hips began shaking. Nico felt a warm, wet pressure squirt against his rectal wall. Nico's hard cock released a thick wad of precum onto the floor below. "Fuck it in, please, daddy!," Nico implored hungrily. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," Omar let out, unable to control his torso's convulsions as he felt his balls unload seven hefty squirts of his sperm into Nico's cum-fragrant cunt. Omar panted as his thrusting slowed. He pressed fully into Nico, bottoming out one last time, before sliding out. Omar's raw dick released and fell with a muted 'thwap' against his jean-covered thigh. Nico heard another beep from the phone. The echo of his multiple raw dickings rebounded through Nico's lower abdomen and around his pelvic floor. He savored the scent of cum wafting up from his backside as he fingered his outer hole tenderly with one hand. Omar resumed tapping on the phone, his cock still hanging from his open fly, face lit in a purplish blue by the screen's glow. Nico heard the sound of another text sending as he turned to face Omar, got to his knees, and gently wrapped his mouth around Omar's cum-frothed cock. The flavor of the stepbrothers' cum mixture bore the signature sweetness that Nico knew was Omar's, but there was another saltier flavor tempering it. There you are, Luciano, Nico thought, as he gulped gingerly, trying not to overstimulate Omar's sensitive post-sex cockhead. Omar locked Nico's phone with a click and tossed it on the couch as he placed a hand on Nico that they both knew meant Omar's cock was done. Nico pulled his mouth away but remained on his knees on the floor. Omar stuffed his cummy genitals back into his pants, zipped up, and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Clothes still pooled next to him, Nico leaned over and grabbed his phone from the couch nearby. Clicking it awake, he unlocked it and peered down at the screen. His text messages were open. A video had been sent from Nico's phone to an unrecognized local number. Nico scrolled up to see that Omar had also sent the shots of Nico staring deep into the camera with Omar's cock in his mouth. Nico's heart pounded and hole ached in sudden symphony. Omar had sent two messages prior, which read, "hole on loan from Daddy Lucho," preceded by, "no ?s, all loads 18yo sub." The receiving number began typing back. * * *

I don’t know many people that don’t fuck raw now. Condoms are a thing of the past since the introduction of Anti viral medication plus Prep. I live in Sydney and I don’t know anyone who uses Condoms. Raw sex is the norm now!

Tanner's little ring clenched the base of my ever hardening cock like a vice. It was all I could do to rock him gently back and forth, feeling his ass muscles squeeze, then release, squeeze then release...all the while feeling him shiver in the pain and pleasure of my cock expanding his boundaries. A few more gentle thrusts and his little ring slipped ever so slightly up my shaft. The friction of his unlubed hole was intense, I reached under him, the carpet was moist with his pre cum, a near constant stream of his perfect liquor. He moaned around Jake's cock, his eyes watering as Jake shoved almost half of his length down his throat. He gagged, and as his body rocked his ring slid nearly all the way up my cock, his tight little cunt lips tugging on my thick, veiny meat. He nearly slid completely off as he struggled to swallow Jake. I quickly came to my senses and grabbed his hips, keeping my thick head pulsing just past his sphincter. He moaned in pain. He tried cocking his leg, trying to manoeuvre away from my grasp as he finally began to deal with half of Jake's cock lodged in his throat. "Uh uh, boy" I said, matching his movements perfectly, keeping his redenning cunt stretched around my mushroom head... "He trying to run" Jake laughed, throwing his head back and grunting as Tanner started sucking him more easily again. "Yeah.." I replied, as Tanner's hole fluttered around my cock head. "He's tight as fuck..." I called, grunting. Jake leant forward to get a good view, pressing Tanner into his crotch. "Here" he said, reaching under Tanner, milking his dick till his hand was slick with the boy's pre-jizz. I could hear Tanner moan in pleasure as Jake high fived me with his slicked up hand. I took the hint, smearing what I could on my shaft as Jake leant back into the chair to enjoy Tanner's mouth again. My cock shone with Tanner's essence. I leant down close to his ear, breathing in his smell as he broke a gentle sweat. "Ready whore?" I whispered, "Ready to learn that you don't get to decide when I pull out? Ready to learn to take it like a man?" Jake smirked, keeping Tanner planted on his cock. "His eyes say yes" he said "The Fuck I care!" I yelled shoving my full girth and weight back into the boy. Feeling my head pop into his second hole with the force of my thrust. "Gnnnnnnnnhhhh" he cried, choking again...his back arching away from me. I thrust it back down as Jake shoved his long shaft, balls deep into the boys throat. 'A little pain now' I thought, rotating my cock into Tanner's hot ass. He'd learn who was in charge. If he learnt quick, I'd fuck him like a lover...not a master...but he had to learn...

"Fuck!" Jake moaned as Tanner began milking his friend's cock - expertly, slurping and licking the round, throbbing head and coating it in his boy saliva. One more finger full of crystal shoved up the boy's cunt and he was ready for a real, deep-dickin' - primed for a deep, pozzin experience. As I worked my second-finger in his expanding cunt, he moaned deeply. "Definitely ready" The chems had taken over, eroded all his resistance and he began pushing his hot arse back on my knuckles. Pre-cum flowed from his cock with every thrust and turn of my fingers and, with each squirt of pure, crystal fluid from his negboy cock he was becoming less of a boy and more of a man. Jake was loving the attention his cock was getting, moaning like it was the best thing ever. I smiled at the perfect corruption before me as Tanner's hole quivered around the knuckles of my two, big digits, the last deposit of crystal finally vanishing into the walls of his arse. The job of chemming this perfect little jock boy was done - now the fun could finally begin. I shucked out of my clothes, letting my cock finally break free of it's cage. It pointed, like a magnet, directly at Tanner's virgin hole. My cock would break Tanner into the world of poz sex - corrupt that perfect little all-star stud into a pregnant little sex-pig. As I spat a wad of saliva on my ever growing cock, I sauntered towards my prize. "Pull your ass cheeks open bro" Jake ordered "I'll keep you balanced on my dick" Jake - what a fucking find! Tanner reached back and pulled his cheeks out for me - revealing even more of the entrance to that perfect, chemmed-up little jock-gut. "Boy, you ready to get fucked" I whispered in his ear "You ready to feel me in you...churning some cum deep in my boy's gut?" He whimpered as Jake pulled his cock out his friend's drooling mouth. "Answer him bro" he said as Tanner bit his lip "I..." he started "I want to get fucked" he blurted, sighing heavily as I vibrated my fingers in his sphincter. "Fuck.." he moaned as another string of pre-cum oozed out his cock. "Yeah, please, fuck me?" he whimpered "I need you to fuck me!" "Good boy" I said, pulling my fingers out his cunt and lining my cock up with hole. "You want me to breed you slut" I said "Yes" he replied immediately "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" I rested my throbbing head up against his tiny, unlubed jock-boy hole. A firm but gentle thrust and the tip pierced him - a small way in, just the tip as I parted his velvet cunt for the first time. "Oh baby boy you are just, the fucking stud" I said, pushing a bit further, using my hands push on the small of his rippling back. He sighed deeply as he arched into my cock, piercing him totally - spreading his tight hole open and around my head, popping into him like a Key into a lock. He moaned, I felt his whole body shudder in tenseness as he dropped Jake's dick out of his throat, overcome with the sensations of my rod gliding into him. "Fuck boy" i said, as an inch disappeared up him, his hole clenching my dick whilst the soft walls massaged my sensitive tip. There was a tight corner up his cunt and my cock seemed not to be able to pass. Jake instinctively ready my expression and whipped out a fresh bottle of poppers - putting them under Tanner's nose, telling him to inhale good and deep. As the fumes hit, the kink in his ass vanished and my cock dove a good six inches into him as he gasped for air, shuddering a another fresh dose of negboy cum from his dangling penis. "Nice boy, real nice - just ease yourself into it, let daddy stretch your virgin cunt out - get it good and moist" Another contraction as he took another hit of poppers and my cock vanished up him, balls-deep in the hottest stud I'd ever fuckin' seen - his beautiful pink hole pulsing on my shaft, milking it's toxic payload with perfect rhythm. That's when Jake slowly guided Tanner's mouth back to his long cock by the stud's light blond hair, "Dont let go again" Jake commanded, pulling the boy down onto his cock in one direct movement as Tanner's anus spasmed along my shaft.

I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"

As the clock reached 9pm, I pulled my tongue out of him - kneeling behind him to admire my work. Tanner's little boy-pussy was begging to get filled as it glistened with spit, radiating jock-boy warmth. Tanner's cock had snaked out of his briefs and was oozing a stream of clean, teen-boy pre-cum; a whole silver thread of it connected his cock to a pool below. As I looked at the boy before me I couldn't help but marvel at his genes. Surfer God body with the face of a chiseled jock model - their wasn't an angle, pants around his knees, t-shirt pushed up his back, from which he couldn't be admired; his sparkling, innocent eyes fluttering against the pleasures emanating from his anus. "I'll get you there" I thought to myself as I dove under him, looping my tongue about the string of pre-cum oozing from his cock. Swirling it around my mouth: savouring the sweet, salty taste of his negboy juice - like 18 year-old, fine fucking wine: this boy literally tasted as good as he looked and I licked up every last drop of his perfect pre-spunk from the floor under him - running my tongue across the slick floor till it was clean and gone. As I finished, I quickly tossed Tanner around, pulling his tight, tan frame under my naked, muscled body, joining him in a deep, penetrative cum-kiss - pushing my slick, pre-cum covered tongue into his surprised mouth, forcing him to taste it, enjoy it: his own, pure, sweet teen-boy pre-jizz, swirling it round his hot mouth as I held him in place. He barely resisted; his senses in overload. He made a vain attempt to try and kick me off him but couldn't - or didn't. Either way, he eventually let out a deep sigh and reciprocated the kiss, swapping his sweet nectar back and forth with me, eventually swallowing it as we broke the kiss. "Such a fucking slut" I thought, running my hands through his blonde hair. The door-bell rang as I wiped my mouth along my forearm, smelling remnants of his precious pre-jizz in the fur of my forearm. Tanner suddenly seemed to wake-up as soon as he heard the door-bell. "Fuck!" he almost yelled, fumbling to get out of me like a caged animal. "Come on Dude" he whispered, nervously struggling to pull his jeans up from around his knees. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he chided as I got up, pulled on some sweats and strode to the door.

This is what i want to experience. The way his asshole is used and loose and just sits on his dick, how his mancunt lips wrap around his partners cock. And at 1:40 to 1:45 fuck i would clean all that up with my tongue. And at 3:30, i want to be the 3rd guy and go beneath the bottom, pull his fat throbbing cock towards me and suck and lick it all over. Then let it hang and bounce around while he gets fucked, and he will cum without touching his cock and I'll be right there to catch it all with my mouth. Fuck i need cock so bad. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/fucking-loose-sloppy-holes-3-xh7hHEW

I like the taste but not because it's a pleasant taste necessarily. I actually prefer a guy's cum to taste strong and be a bit of a challenge to swallow. I like to feel slightly uncomfortable, but that's what gives me such a rush, because I feel so accomplished and brave when I swallow it. It's definitely about the act of sucking a cock that makes wanting to swallow cum so desirable. When you truly love to please, the thing you actually love the most is the pleasure itself. You love the pleasure that you are giving him through sucking his cock. You love cock because it's the best way to give a man pleasure. His cum is like liquid pleasure concentrate, and since you love everything about pleasing, it's only natural to lust for it and want to badly eat it. Also, that moment you taste it, when you finally get it, it's so hot to know what has had to happen to make this moment happen; He's had to go to the limits of pleasure, the peak of feeling good, so good that he's literally ejecting the pleasure out of his hole. He probably doesn't even know where he is or what's happening, he's just totally lost off the deep end overwhelmed by pure pleasure and euphoria. So next time you suck a cock and it's cumming in your mouth, realize how special the moment is. I like all kinds of sex, mostly with women, but to me, I've never experienced a greater level of pleasure and satisfaction than hearing a man grunting and moaning out of control while his big throbbing penis is in my mouth unloading that warm, salty nut from his balls, all that flavor and richness only experienced after the highest level of sex is achieved.

In my youngest years, I thought of myself as safe sex gay but was never good at consistent condom use. I never had condoms and would typically only use then if they other guy had and wanted to. I'd then feel guilty after raw sex. The guilt went away quickly though and I started seeking out bareback bottoms - this was before the PrEP revolution so it was a little work then. I didn't bottom raw and rarely bottomed as a result. I got on PrEP pretty quickly after approval and at that point started bottoming raw and transitioned to bareback only. The last transition was I started being a cumdump a few times a year but I still top more frequently than I bottom.

I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.

I sweated on this. Thankfully, you didn’t add other options like sling fucks, because I would never have been able to decide. If the other guy is really hot or we have a serious connection, I prefer missionary, whether I’m top or bottom. Kissing is one advantage, but I especially love being able to see in his eyes how much he’s enjoying it. On pure physical sensation, doggy is best. The primal thrusting and near-guaranteed deep breeding are great, especially when the bottom is huffing poppers.

Here's my thing. UNLESS there's an expressed commitment that's monogamous, then it's not really relevant. You get to worry about whether someone else is "on the apps" when you've agreed with that person to be exclusive. Otherwise, it's MYOB. A better question would be "Why are you so wrapped up in what someone other than yourself is doing with his life?"

lol you’re such a trashy faggot you will get naked anywhere to take loads. l have seen you and fuced you naked in porntheatres, the mall toilets, parks, alleys and even on the side of the road and you don’t seem to care who sees you sucking cock and getting bred. When someone told me there was some sexy faggot totally naked in Queens Park wth a group of guys running a train on its ass right out in the open I knew it was you.Remember the time I stripped you naked and fucked you on the corner of Yonge and Bloor slut? Have you ever been arrested?

They always fuck me without a condom. They fuck me in the ass for over 50 years and launch their cum inside. I enjoy it. Only a few of them fucked me with a condom and it was bad unless the condom broke and the cum still ended up in me.

There's so many! Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Joe Mangianello, Eminem, Trent Reznor, Henry Cavill, Michael Buble, Timothy Olyphant, Ricky Martin, Jake Gyllenhaal, Alexander Skarsgard, Billy Eichner, and many more...

Always Mark Bowe, Barnyard builders.

I think it depends on how fresh the cum is as to the taste. Also, I noticed cum from a family member tastes more like my own. Played with three cousins and their cum tasted basically the same and was delicious. Some guys would be sweeter and others would have a starchy taste. I got into swallowing early and we considered it as being part of a secret bond that was shared between guys who were close. Basically, if you wanted to be swallowed, you needed to return the favor and not reject your buddy's taste. Letting it sit in air somehow lets it get a sweeter taste. Sometimes I can take it straight down my throat without needing to swallow. I think it depends on the feeling and whether someone starts enjoying it as the completion of connection on a deeper level. I've known several guys that will not kiss but crave the taste of cum.

Hi guys, this part’s a bit of an epic but I hope you’ll like it! PART TWO I'd walked up the drive to my folks' place so many times before but I'd never felt like this walking towards. What was I gonna say to my Dad? Had he been fucking any other guys than Tyler? How long had it been going on? Was he taking precautions? I'd been turning all of these things over & over in my mind since Tyler's revelation. I had my heart in my mouth as I knocked on the door. "You're keen boy! It's open, just getting the final touches together." I heard the familiar voice from inside but what I saw inside the living room was nothing like what I usually saw when I entered my family home. A massive gay orgy was playing on our big screen TV where the must've been at least 10 guys going at it. There were a bunch of pouches, harnesses and other gstrings on the couch, 4 small brown bottles on the coffee table, a massive bottle of lube and at least half a dozen dildos & plugs of various sizes laid out on the couch as well. "So glad you finished early Tyler" I heard Dad's voice as he walked through the house, "I've been waiting to get into that arse all week and now it's mine for the whole weekend. I've bought something special for the weekend too <sniff> <sniff> Tell mewhat you think about this." My jaw dropped open as Dad entered the living room, wearing a full leather harness, holding one of the small bottles, quite obviously super high and also with his cock, fully erect right out in front of him. "Oh fuck......hey Tom....what are you doing here?" "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!?! Dad...what the fuck..." "Hehehe...well surprise!!!! I'd...uh...invited...one of your friends round for some fun this weekend..." "Yeah Dad, he told me. That's why I'm here, what the fuck are you doing?" "Well, it's been a long time since your mother & I..." "That's no excuse!" "I know, but you know full well that a man has needs and I met Tyler online and one thing led to another..." "Can't you just jerk off or something?" "But you also know full well, that it's not the same..." "Fuck Dad, I had no idea you were like this..." "Oh Tom...if you knew the half of it...anyway..sit down & let's talk" "How can I sit down & talk properly while that's on?" I said, gesturing to the TV. "Now hold on, you keep telling me how progressive you are now that you're at uni. Surely we can have a conversation while men are expressing their love for each other." I mean, he caught me out there. We talked about how Dad met Tyler on a website and had paid him for sex the first few times but then it started getting a bit more than business. As we talked, my eyes kept flicking to the screen whenever there was some louder than usual moaning. Pretty much every time, it was when a guy started getting fucked by someone. Whenever I did, I heard sniffing coming from Dad's side of the couch. "It doesn't hurt as much as you'd think" Dad said, admiring the screen. "YOU'VE BEEN FUCKED?!?!" Dad coming out of a sort to me was weird enough, I couldn't imagine him being fucked by a guy. "Of course I have! Tyler tops me sometimes but I enjoy it so much more when I'm topping...and so does he" "God, Addie used to tell me to fuck off if I went anywhere near her arse" "That's coz you didn't know how to do it right, tell you what. I'll show you, bend over the couch." "WHAT? NO!!!! I've got no interest in doing it, especially with my Dad!!!" "I won't do it...that's what all these are for...c'mon I've shown you how to do stuff before...." "But this isn't like riding a bike!!" "It's like riding something...haha....just try this one" He said pointing at a small buttplug. "I promise whatever happens, I won't say a word. Pull your shorts down and get on all fours for me." I'm not sure what possessed me but I thought I'd try it just this once. The guys on screen seemed to be loving it so much and my attitude had always been not to knock it until I'd tried it and I'd rationalised it by thinking it was at least being done by someone I trusted. "Can't believe I'm doing this...." I muttered to myself as I pointed my ass at my Dad. I heard him take two sniffs and mumble "beautiful" as he ran his hands down my cheeks. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as he did it, he was obviously very skilled at this type of stuff. I heard the squelch of the lube bottle as he covered one of the plugs. "Now just relax for me boy..." he whispered quietly as I felt the cold metal against my hole. I was doing my best, but the situation was so insane he wasn't getting anywhere. I felt something pressed into my hand, it was the bottle he'd been sniffing from. "Take two deep sniffs of this in each nostril and hold your breath until I say stop" I did as he said, "Now stop....and let it all flow through you. Let go all of all your inhibitions" I'd never felt so good before in my life, made all of the weekend stuff I'd done with Tyler's stuff seem small in comparison. I was in so much of a world of pleasure that it was only until I heard Dad's voice that I was brought back to Earth. "There you go my boy....you took that like a champ" I felt Dad wiggle the head of the plug that was now deep in my arse. I didn’t feel any pain at all, in fact it felt so good. “Oh god Dad, that feels amazing!” I moaned. “See my boy, I told you!” He replied, laughing. “You ended up taking it so well, are you sure you haven’t done it before?” “No Dad, but fuck it feels so good” “There’s bigger ones here if you want to try…” I knew how weird the situation was, especially going through it all with my Dad but I wanted, needed more. “Please…one of the smaller dildos” I moaned. Dad pulled the plug out of me with a pop (“There goes your cherry” he laughed) and I let out a fart. He reassured me it happened all the time as he licked the plug clean. “Nothing like the taste of arse” he smiled at me before putting it down & grabbing the dildo. “Now you brace yourself & have a couple more sniffs as I push this in.” I took my sniffs & put my head on the couch as I felt him put one hand above my arse as he guided the dildo in. I could feel my mouth opening wider & wider as he pushed deeper. I was in absolute heaven moaning “yes” over & over again as Dad twisted the dildo round. “You’ve totally bottomed out on this dildo my lad!” Had I? I could barely believe it, but turned around and there it was…well it wasn’t. “You’ve got what we call in the trade a hungry arse & would make a lot of men very happy indeed” I could hardly believe it, but I knew I’d worked up an appetite because my next words to my Dad were “More….please more” “I’ve got some bigger stuff here mate, but I need to get you ready first OK?” “God…..please…I want it so much” and with that, the dildo was quickly pulled out of my arse and replaced my the breath of my Dad as he started to eat my arse out. It felt incredible and I could feel my arse opening, the more he ate me. He tapped on my hand, wanting more & I quickly handed the bottle to him. He took two massive hits & handed the bottle back saying “Now take as much as you can boy because I’ll give you the biggest here” I did as he said while he put his hand above my arse and began to guide the next one in. I was in so much pain but it felt absolutely incredible too. This one felt nowhere near as cold as the last two either. “God Dad I dunno…I don’t think I can…I want to but I don’t think…” “No…no…you’re doing great….just a little more…” Dad sounded way more flustered than he was with the other two. “I thought I could Dad but please… how far in is i…” I started to ask, turning around to see my Dad, one hand above my arse, the other hand on his cock as he was trying to push deeper inside me! END OF PART TWO

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I agree with those who think this guy is insecure and thus thinks you're "out of his league" because he doesn't have a clear, objective view of whether he's attractive or not. (I assume you think he's attractive, but he doesn't seem to think he's "enough".) As long as your interactions/socializing with him are "casual" (meaning: hang out as buds, or fucking without strings) I see no problems, really. But if you have an actual interest in dating the guy, just be aware: guys who are insecure like that will often (if not usually) be really dependent on constant reassurances, to the point it'll drive you insane trying to convince him you really do like him. And if he's still not convinced, he might well sabotage the relationship by constantly insinuating you must be cheating (because a man like him could never be enough for a man like you), to the point where he drives you away - and then he feels vindicated because he was dumped by a man he thought was "out of his league". So just know what you're getting into, and make it clear to him that you'll be appropriately supportive and reassuring but you can't solve his issues for him.

Face down pussy up door unlocked so anon tops can breed my hole and leave me leaking when they are done

Last time I had an ultra sound for something I had a hot tech. doing it. His name was Morgan. I lay there looking into his eyes and wondered how load he could scream and if I could take his virgin hole right there without being caught. Poz breeding him while he was at work in his own zone were he felt safe

Part 4 Later that night back at his apartment, laying alone in bed, Luke thought about Steve as he stroked himself, pleasuring his dick, abdomen, and speculating about getting a tattoo that matched Steve's unseen tattoo, taking pleasure in the thought that Steve’s most recent load still lingered in his ass. He stroked his cock harder and faster, pushing first one, then two, an finally three fingers into his stretched hole. In his mind flickered images from the shower – his face pressed against the cold marble wall, looking down to see Steve’s massive, tan legs outside of his as Steve pivoted and piston-fucked him from behind. Images from the night before, when he went to pull up his briefs and jeans and saw Steve's cum running down his inner thigh from his hole. Images of Steve’s dark pubic hair brushing against his face while he deep throated Steve’s massive tool earlier that afternoon. And then he thought of the cum again, that he’d let that glorious god of a man fuck him raw and blow his loads up in Luke’s gut. Finger banging himself, he knew his hole was still slick with Steve’s DNA from a few hours earlier. It was hardly surprising with all of this running through his mind, Luke blew a big milky load onto his stomach. ********************************************************************* The next morning while out jogging with his friend, Luke regretted sharing a little too much detail about his encounter with Steve when his buddy asked “You let him fuck you without a condom?!” “Relax. There is no way he has anything,” Luke replied, although as the words came out, he realized he wasn’t so sure. “That’s so fucking stupid in this day and age. You should go to the clinic and check into that morning after pill just in case. And you should definitely at least be on PrEP if you’re gonna make this a habit.” “I know, I know. Just chill and keep this between us. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Luke then changed the subject and moved on. *********************************************************************** Luke texted Steve that afternoon. “I’m horny. Can I come over?” Steve responded “Sure. But my friend Billy’s coming over soon too. You up for 2 cocks, slut?” This was more uncharted territory for Luke, and yet replied “Maybe…. Be there in 30.” ************************************************************************ Billy wasn’t there yet, so instead of the usual get-right-down-to-business nature of their prior encounters, Luke had an opportunity to talk, and he commented “So listen, I’ve never really let anyone fuck me raw before without knowing more about them." “And?” Steve responded. “It’s just that this weekend has been mind blowing and amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such... lust? desire? intrigue? for anyone like I feel for you.” Steve grinned broadly, pulled Luke close, and slid his tongue down Luke’s throat as he also ground his crotch into Luke, his hands, meanwhile, trailing down to fondle Luke’s ass. Still Luke managed to finish his thought saying “I guess, I don’t know how to say this. A friend of mine told me I’m being stupid and careless fucking you without protection or anything.” “What’s careless about what we’re doing?” “I don’t know… Do you have an STD or anything?” Luke got to the point. “Does it matter to you now?” “I, uhh” and Luke realized while perhaps it should matter, it didn’t. “I don’t know, really.” “I’ve fucked you twice now. Raw. Implanted my seed in you twice. You’ve swallowed my cum and piss, and your ass is lined with my DNA. If you want to be mine, you have to be mine fully.” Luke felt a warm rush over his body. The unknown was becoming known. He was nervous and turned on. What was Steve saying? “Touch my poz cock again, Luke” Steve said. Steve's command hit Luke hard, yet he instantly complied, maneuvering his hands down Steve's jeans, his head rushed with sexual energy and understanding. He now knew Steve was poz. HIV Positive. And he’d fucked Luke twice now. Luke had taken poz loads from a poz guy. Luke also was very much aware his own dick was hardening quickly. He felt it sticking to his briefs with a layer of precum. “Get on your knees and put my poz dick in your mouth. Accept your fate. Get me hard so that I can fuck you again. You’re my slut. Worship what’s flowing in me – and you – now.” Luke sank to his knees and undid the buttons on Steve's jeans. Steve's massive, semi-hard cock was free. Luke opened his mouth wide and guided the monster deep down his throat.