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Code Red: A Stealthing Story The Bottom So there I was, arse against the wall, my hole lined up with the glory hole between porn booths. I had discovered them recently, and totally by accident. I was walking around the porn shop a few weeks back when I came across the rows of booths. One of the walls was literally shaking, and it had me intrigued. A few days later I came back and tried them out, and I can tell you that from the moment the man in the porn-lit room next to mine put his cock through that hole I was hooked. Last night I put out an add on craigslist. “Gloryhole Fuck” it was titled. I’m a complete bottom, and a cum-hungry one at that. I put it out there that I was looking to be bred by some anonymous guys, clean only, discrete only, and NSA only. So there I was with my hole pushed up against the wall, lubed with my own spit and some random’s cum. I had already serviced two guys. One of them blew in my mouth as soon as he got hard, which I didn’t mind since it gave me more to lube my hole with. The second guy started fucking my mouth the moment I started sucking it. I knew what it meant. I turned around and slid his shaft into my hole. He didn’t even wait for me to ride it. He was in control. The walls shook as I stood there and jerked off with my eyes closed. The porn was poor stimulation compared to this guy’s cock pounding me. I heard him speak for the first time. “Yeah…Yeah…I’m cumming.” So I squeezed my hole as tight as I could and held it until the pounding became shaking. He pulled out of me and left the stall before I had even knelt down to whisper ‘thanks’. That was when the next guy entered the stall. “Did you put the add on craigslist?” he asked. I whispered ‘yes’ in response. “Show me your hole.” He responded. So I did. I turned around and lined my arse against the hole. I felt his fingers play with my hole for a bit before they penetrated me. Even with the cum the last guy deposited it felt a bit raw, a bit painful. I’m not the biggest fan of being fingered, so I figured that it was just because of that. His fingers pulled out and moments later I felt the tip of his cock align with my hole. He thrust it what must have been as far as it could go. My legs shook a bit just from how deep his cock went. He gently pulled out, and then the walls shook again when he thrust it back in. He picked up the pace and started fucking me harder and harder. Then he was done. No grunts, no shaky legs. He just pulled out of me. He had to have blown his load, because when the tip of his cock left me a blob of cum fell onto the floor below me. Not even a second after he pulled out I felt another cock, a different cock, slip through the glory hole and into me. There were two guys in the other booth! This second guy was a whole lot more verbal as he fucked me. He moaned with every thrust, and so did I. Every time the walls shook a shiver went up my spine. All of a sudden my cock felt like it was going to burst. “I’m going to blow” he said from the other stall. Perfect timing. I grabbed my cock and jerked it furiously. The guy’s moaning turned into grunting and the wall stopped shaking. My cock shot my load out and over the booth stall as I squeezed the guy’s cock with my arse. He slowly pulled out and then closed the glory hole over from his side. I heard their door open and went to put my pants on. I heard the glory hole cover slide open, and something solid dropped through. The lights in my stall had gone out, so I put my clothes back on and grabbed what ever it was they dropped through and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As I sat there on the toilet I emptied myself of the loads I had taken. I looked down to admire the cummy mixture in the toilet when I noticed it was laced with red. I took some toilet paper and wiped, and it came up red. Fuck. I was bleeding. How did that happen? After I cleaned up I walked out of the porn store, awkwardly smiling at the guy behind the counter. As I got to my car I remembered the thing they dropped through the hole. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Only three words were written on it. Enjoy our gift ---- The story from the ‘gifters’ will be coming soon. First attempt at a fictional story, feedback is appreciated

Part 3 . I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to back out and not call. On Friday I saw an email from the kid, I expected it to say that he couldn’t make it or changed his mind. To my surprise he said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to finally get some of his fantasies come true. He also mentioned that he was really horny and hadn’t jerked for over a week. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. I had contacted a friend that had a playroom in his basement to tell him about that kid. He would be there to help break the kid in. he is POZ but on meds and said he would be willing to stop the meds to knock the kid up but if we got the other guys it wouldn’t be necessary. We decided if he didn’t show we would go to a local bath to see what we could get into Saturday The kid showed up at 11, right on time. We talked for a bit. I could tell he was nervous. I gave him some Gatorade and told him to drink about half then jump in my shower and use the shower shot to make sure he was cleaned out. He told me he wasn’t a fan of Gatorade and that this one tasted funny. I didn’t tell him but I had put a heavy dose of G in it, that is why I only wanted him to drink half of it. He came out all nice and clean. He mentioned he was really horny. I told him I would help with that and started sucking on him. He was hard as a rock in no time, I knew this might be the last neg load he shoots so I bent over and let him sink in my ass, he pumped for only a few minutes and then groaned, and I felt him pulsing in my ass. He really did have a weeks’ worth, he seemed like his cock would never stop shooting. He pulled out and said that was the strongest he ever came. I asked if he was ready for more and he said that he was still horny as hell. I told him about my friend that was going to help and watch me bust is ass and he thought it would be fun. We got dressed and I looked over and we was downing the other half of the Gatorade, I was doing to wait a while longer. I wanted the kid hot, not unconscious. We went to my car and headed the 10 minutes over to my friend’s house. When we got there the kids was a bit wobbly on his feet but not bad. We went down stairs and ordered the kid to strip. We put the kid onto a fucking bench and secured his hands and legs to it. His cock was semi hard and hanging down, I tool a lubed finger and worked it in his as. I was asking him if he still wanted this and he moaned and said yes, I asked him if he wasted me to rip his as and get him poszzed, while I was working his prostate, all I heard was his moaning and he saying ‘ Fuck yes, anything “. “ I am so horny and hot, I really need this “. I gently stared massaging and milking his cock, it was about 7”, I chuckled to myself, this would soon be no more than big clit. While I was doing that I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a bootybump that my friend got ready, I looked and it was about a nice one, I thought for the first time this would really get the kid going. I pushed it up in the kids ass and injected it not him. I put a finger back in him to work it into his ass and to make sure none came out, His cock started to jump and I quit playing with it. I didn’t want the kid shooting yet, if at all. He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming

I like to show up at the bathhouse preloaded and lubed with as many loads of cum as I can get pumped into me before I arrive. best lube plus the first few guys before use lube to fuck me so by the time I show up anyone can easily slide into my pussy.

Part 3. The family reunion the next day was interesting to say the least. It was at my grandmother's house and pretty much all of the family was there. I had driven myself since I had gotten my a hotel room and met my parents and the rest of the family there. My cousin gave me the typical hey long time no see and acted very cool about the fact he had fucked the shit out of me with 3 of his other friends. For most of the reunion I couldn't help myself and kept glancing over at my cousin as he interacted with the rest of my family. Most of the day he would say passing words to me but for the most part left me alone. As the day slowly drew to a close and most of the family started to leave I shot another glance towards my cousin and this time we made eye contact and I noticed a slight grin on his face. Most of the family had left and since I had gotten a rental car I told my parents I would stay and help clean up. At some point as I was cleaning my cousin came over and in a low whisper said "come to the garage". His tone made it out to be more of an order and by the time I had turned around he was already walking away. My heart started to race thinking all kinds of thoughts. I put some dishes away and made my way to the garage. Upon opening the door I let out a small gasp and quickly entered it and closed the door behind me. My cousin was leaning against the car his dick already out of his pants through his zipper. He made eye contact to me and without saying a word just pointed to his dick. Slightly hesitating because some of the family was still in the house I didn't move at first. This obviously irritated my cousin because I heard a low growl from him. Making up my mind I walked over and knelt in front of him. "When I say come you come" he said grabbing my head with force and shoving my face on his dick. My hesitation before obviously made him mad so he was taking it out on me. He shoved his dick in my throat all the way down making me gag since I wasn't prepared. He just grabbed my head and held me there making me choke. Slowly I got my gag reflexes under control and started working his dick on my own volition instead of having him force me. This brought a sigh to my cousins lips and he finally released my head. I looked up into his bright blue eyes as I worked mu tongue on his shaft. Licking up and down all while keeping my lips on his dick. His beautiful man musk permeated my nostrils as I breathed through them so I could keep swallowing his dick. My cousin reached into his pocket and pulled a cigarette our and lit it. "Fuck yeah work that dick" he muttered as he drew on his cigarette. I brought my hand up and started playing with his balls all while sucking him. Suddenly I heard the door behind me open and I stopped in panic. One or my uncles had come into the garage to throw some trash away and he stopped in his tracks. He just stared at us, me with my cousins dick in my mouth. My cousin looks back and just says "hey uncle David" I move to get up but just cousin just grabs my head keeping me in place. Terror runs through me thinking oh shit my uncle is going to tell everyone. But to my surprise my uncle doesn't go back inside and just walks up to us throwing the garbage bag aside. Even more surprising I see that he had actually pulled his dick out of his pants and is starting to stroke it. Then I hear my cousin say " suck uncle David's dick I told him you were amazing and he wants to try it. Aunt Cindy hasn't sucked his dick in ages" I'm still shocked at what's developing but then it dawns on me. My cousin had already told my uncle and had probably told him to come to the garage as well. I turn my head towards my uncle who has a slight beer gut but am greeted with a nice 6 inch mushroom dick to my face. "Your cousin told me how great of a cock sucker you are and I just had to feel for myself. " still not believing what's going on I on auto pilot turn my attention to his dick and swallow it. He let's out a small gasp and a wow as I swallow his dick down to its base. "Holy shit its been so long" he says and I can tell because his dick is oozing precum already. I'm licking and sucking away when I hear my cousin move and starts rearranging the work bench in the garage. "Lay down on here" he orders and I stop sucking my uncles cock and move over. I lay on my back on the bench and my cousin practically rips my pants off. "Lean your head back and suck uncle David's dick again I want some of that pussy again" my uncle comes over and puts his dick back in my mouth as my cousin lifts my legs. He spits in his hand and rubbs his dick before lining it up on my hole. "You really going to fuck him?" My uncle asks and as a response my cousin shoves his dick in me. I gasp with my uncles dick in mouth as I feel my cousins large dick force its way into me. I do my best to relax but it still hurts. My cousin just grunts and pushes harder. Tears enter my eyes as I try to endure the pain all the while my uncles dick is still in my mouth. My cousin starts a rhythmic thrusting making my uncles dick slide in and out of my mouth. Slowly my ass relaxes and I feel more pleasure then pain and start to moan. All the while my uncles dick is rock hard obviously turned in seeing my cousin fuck me. "Fuck uncle David this pussy is tight you need to feel it" my cousin says Jack hammering away. I can barely see my uncles face and can see indecision written all over it. I cam tell dick sucking is one thing but actually fucking his nephew is another. But seeing how much my cousin is enjoying my ass making low growls he finally makes up his mind. He pulls his dick from my mouth and walks around. My cousin is still jack hammering my ass. Pulling all the way out and shvoing back in. Now with my mouth free of my uncles dick I start to let out some moans. My cousin covers my mouth "shut up can't have the family hear you" with his hand on my mouth I feel his big dick hitting all my spots. I try not to make noise but small moans still escape. My uncle is jacking his cock watching my cousin fuck me. With one last hard thrust in I then feel my cousins body shake and feel the familiar pulsing and warmth as he shoots inside me. Finally pulling out he offers my gaping hole to my uncle "go for it feels damn good" my uncle comes around but unlike my cousin doesn't just shove his dick in. He taps it on my hole and slides it on it. I feel his big mushroom head slowly position in my hole and then he enters me. I gasp as his big head slowly pushes in feeling amazing. He let's out a sigh as he pushs all the ball deep. "Fuck it's so warm and tight" he mutters as he does slow strokes in and out of me. My cousin has made his way to my head and shoves his semi hard dick in my mouth. "Clean it off and keep quite" he says. I lick and swallow his dick tasting myself and his leftover cum. My uncle is sliding in and out of me nice and smooth with squishing sounds obviously from my cousins cum. He didn't last long having not had sex for a long time and he feel his mushroom head grow as he suddenly shoots multiple times in me with gasp. After pulling out I can tell he has the post cum regrets as he doesn't say a word zips up and leaves the garage. My cousin just laughs as he pulls his dick out of my mouth and also zips up. He walks inside leaving me on the bench still reeling from what happened. Two of my relatives have now fucked me.

1. The sound of sex hit my ears as soon as I entered the apartment. I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. My roommate Mike and I had been living together for three years now, and both being young gay guys in NYC were pretty promiscuous, but lately Mike had gone into over drive. It had been common for both of us to bring home guys on the weekend, but now it wasn’t shocking for Mike to get fucked every night of the week. “Fuck boy, I’m gonna breed your pussy deep.” “Yeah! Use my hole. Fill me up!” “Take my load in this loose sloppy cunt.” “Fuck yeah!” “Fucking cum dump, leaking with loads.” “Add yours to my cunt Sir!” “Take my fucking cock slut!” I had stopped walking and was just listening at this point. My cock was hard in my jeans. Had Mike been taking loads all day, or was this just dirty talk? The pounding got louder and rougher, and then with a deep roar it came to a sudden end. My roommate was being flooded with cum. They went silent for a minute, and I moved into my bedroom so they wouldn’t know I had been listening in the hall. I could hear them moving around and presumably getting dressed. I peered out around my door as they came out of Mike’s room. A tall, older, bearded, bear walked out of Mike’s room, flashed him a smiled and left. Mike stood in his doorway for a moment in only a jockstrap. He and I are both around 5’9”, and work out reasonably often, he looked hot standing there. As I looked I noticed his light chest hair was matted down with what was obviously cum. He turned back into his room, and a moment later I got a text message from him. Hey, when are you coming home?” I shouted down the hall from inside my room, pretending I hadn’t just seen what happened, “I’m home.” Mike came into my room after a minute wearing a tank top and a pair of little gym shorts. “Hey,” he said a little sheepishly. “Hey, having fun?” I grinned. He laughed a little, “Yeah… I guess you could hear us.” “You guess? You’re not known for being quiet.” Now he laughed and blushed. “Cum dump,” I said teasingly. “Well…” he blanched for a moment, “If the title fits.” “What?” “I am kinda a cum slut.” I cocked my head to the side, “That was the sixth guy today.” “Fuck!” I was impressed, “How the fuck are you that horny. Like two guys in a day is a lot for me.” Mike laughed. “I don’t get off any more. I just get fucked.” He came and sat on my bed with me. He smelled like sweat and cum. “You don’t get off what do you mean?” “I don’t jerk off. I just get off from toys and cock.” Before I could ask any more questions, the apartment buzzer went off. With another rather embarrassed look Mike said, “I maybe invited one more guy over before I knew you were home.” He ran off to buzz the guy in, “Dinner after?” “Yeah I guess,” I said laying down on my bed to listen to my roommate get bred again.

I am in my mid thirties and am always up for some fun. My horniness for CUM has brought me after many years of fun and risk the Poz status, which has now only made me a hornier cum sow. I was in the car on my way home from a business trip from Bavaria to the beautiful North Rhine Westphalia in Germany. On the highway and online at Grindr. Was horny as sow and have written to the most diverse people, but since it was already 4 o'clock in the morning, no one could be found so quickly. Then I found this young 22 year old boy, pretty cool pictures, but over 80 kilometers away. Nevertheless written to if he had Bock, I would even pay. He asks how much I would pay and shows after my answer very interested. He would be at home and would like to wait for me Anon moderately, but I would have to bring condoms. I check google maps to see how long it would take me and, despite the detour, already show myself to take on the drive. In the past, I would have tried to convince the boy if we could not do it without a condom, but today I know that if the other does not respond to certain hints or questions, he really wants to have it only with a condom. Since I don't want to arouse suspicion, I tell myself that I will only do it safe and bring condoms. Now comes the part that makes me the most fun in recent months. The one that makes me really hot and horny. I drive to the gas station and buy condoms. Drive a little further and stop at a quiet place. I tear open a condom slightly and pull out the rubber. Anyone who has tried the following knows how difficult it is to get holes in a condom. A rubber like that is pretty sturdy. Since I don't have scissors or a sharp object, I use my key and poke several holes in the required tip of the condom. It works with nen bit of force and it's clear this rubber will hold with a little help later, not. Then I add the rubber back into the plastic package and into the box. Off to the date, I am equipped. I arrive at the date after a long drive. He pushes me via Whatsapp that he will open the door and Doggy is waiting on the bed. I actually enter a sweet apartment. There is soft house music playing and as if perfectly made for me, the room is slightly darkened, there is a faint indirect light in the bedroom of the Young Lord. He himself is already on all fours in bed, and I may catch sight of his horny ass. The ass is a little stronger than in the pictures, but the young man has such a horny 22 year old ass box that I can hardly wait, He looks at me a little nervous, what I do so, but after he sees that I undress, he calms down and waits for me to finally fuck him doggy. I come into the room, squat down first, and suck his horny clean hole wet. He moans slightly and finds it horny how I stick my tongue in his hole.During this I get the condom packet out of my pants pocket and put it obviously on the side of the bed so that he perceives it. While I jerk my cock stiff and lick his hole, I take the pack and quickly take out the defective condom, and tear at the pack with my mouth as if opening it for the first time. I get the rubber out, and it still rolls over my cock with no apparent damage. But I know better. I stand up and lubricate his horny hole with the lube he has provided, WHILE I work the hole horny with 2 fingers, my thoughts circle only around how I'm about to put my bare cock in his hole. He himself gets nothing of it and thinks that I'm the safe play guy. I take my cock and finally put it in his hole. He moans out, not knowing yet what is happening. I start fucking him, hoping that the condom will finally give way, but these things are really made of a very sturdy material. Despite my after-action with my hand, the condom unfortunately does not unroll. So I have to squat again after some more fucking, and work his hole with my tongue. What he does not see that my hands are now free and I can work on my cock, The condom just does not want to tear completely. But I feel off a hole with my fingers and put my finger in and pull on it. Finally happens what I hope for. The hole gets bigger and I can push the condom down without making a sound. I stand back up and have this demonic grin on my face. He himself trusts me and does not check my cock, Now only one thing, quickly with the tail in the hole so that he does not get anything. And yes, how horny that is when I put my bare cock in his horny hole. He moans horny and I grunt like a pig. I know what I'm doing. I know how nasty it is, but it makes me totally hot. I start fucking the boy like a boar. The bare glans feels so horny in his smacking hole. And knowing that I'm about to pleasure this young man with my semen brings me up to speed. After 5 minutes of horny fucking, the condom still annoys me. I pull out my cock again and just dare. I pull the condom off quietly, fingers briefly at his hole around and put the bare tail in his hole. He himself gets nothing at all and the point is reached where my filled eggs can no longer. I inject him with such a horny load deep into his intestine that he must have actually felt it. Pull my cock out of his juicy hole and squirt him another jet of cum on his back. I grunt like a boar that just made the sow happy, but quickly dress before he realizes what happened. I put his money on the living room table and disappear. On the way home he writes to me. He asks why I sprayed him on the back and not in the rubber. I tell him that I didn't want to cum all in him. He answers pissed off and shocked, how could it come to this? I tell him that the condom must have torn and I didn't realize it. He is very angry and swears. But that makes me even hornier and makes him even more of an object. I have virtually raped him. I mated and inseminated him without him wanting it. Horny, just horny, I look forward to the next young man who can be inseminated so easily against his will.

I agree mate, I've never had a problem with the site. Found many a great fuck from there.

Well in a darkroom or woods at night the ages don't matter 😉

I seldom have problems with BBRT and have hooked up with a lot of guys from the site. I've been a member since day one and will stay a member.

I thought I would put this down before it blends into just another night of nasty. Tonight started like many others. I was on my way home from work and I stopped off at the video store to see who or what I may get into. It started quick. I walked by a larger booth and a guy waved me in. I went in and he was fucking another hot older man that was bent over. I got down on my knees and started sucking the guy that was getting fucked. I stood up to take my coat off and the man fucking gave me a look that I have seen hundreds of times letting me know he wanted to breed me. I turned to show him my ass and he rubbed his hand between my crack to feel my pussy. I naturally presented myself to him and he pulled out of the hot guy he was fucking and took off his condom. He asked me if I had a condom and I said no I don’t use them. He started to put his nice sized dick inside me with some spit. He got the head in and when I started to push back on him he said he only fucked safe. I said ok and focused my attention to the other guy. I turned around and presented my ass to him while I sucked the guy that wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. Seconds later I could feel some lube slide into my crack and the hotter of the two guys start to slide in. He fucked me good and gave a big moan as he was unloading in me. The other guy pulled out of my mouth and shot all over the wall of the booth. What a waste of good seed. I pulled up my pants and left the booth in search of my next load. I walked by another booth with a tall black guy in it sitting down stroking his huge cock. It was beer can thick and at least 9 inches long. I went in and let nature take its course. I got down between his legs and started to suck on his mammoth cock. He had a particular way of getting serviced. He liked to get sucked without hands and his nipples lightly stroked. I did this for about 20 minutes until my jaw was tired. He made it clear that was all he wanted. He didn’t want my pussy. So I left. Having one load in me I wanted more of course so I drove to another video store that has glory holes in their booths. I cruised for a while but nothing was happening. I was walking to my car to leave when I saw this young black guy getting out of his car and walking in. I turned around and went back into the store again. He went into a big booth and I opened the door after and he motioned me in. He was looking for strait porn and sat down on the bench. I assumed my dagger pose and got down between his legs to suck his cock. He has a nice dick. Not huge but around 8 I would guess. I suck him for a few mins and he says…I know you want me to fuck you. I said yes please. He asked if I had a condom and I said no. I turned around and sat down on his cock and rubbed it a few times on my pussy. He liked that and guided it in my cummy hole. There is nothing better than hearing the low and deep moan come out of a man when he is entering you. He started to lift me up and down riding his cock. I started to get a cramp on my leg from the odd angle so I stood up and got doggy on the bench with him behind me. He was fucking me good. Very hard when I heard the door to the booth open. A guy I had seen at the other video store came in to watch. He took his cock out and I sucked it a little to get him hard. He was jacking off mostly as the black guy fucked me relentlessly. The guy that was jacking said he was going to cum and asked the guy fucking me if it was ok if he came on his dock while he was fucking me. The guy said yes and he came on his dick and my pussy has he was shafting me. It must have been a big load because I was instantly a sloppy mess. The guy that just came pulled up his pants and left. The black guy said he was close to cumming so I asked him if he wanted to breed me doggy. He said yes and I assumed the position. He pounded my pussy hard for several minutes. I almost asked him to stop but he gave me the signal that he was breeding me by slamming in as hard as he could and holding it while his balls drained in me. He pulled out I got down on my knees and cleaned him and thanked him. He pulled up his pants and left me there gaping and dripping seed. I did one more quick sweep of the facility and left. My pussy is still sore as I type this. It was a great way to start my week.

Once I entered the house, I rushed up to the bathroom and bushed my teeth, I could still taste his ass and smell it on me. He was sweaty, not a bad smell but I was done with it. I washed my face and took a shower. Once clean I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep. I only had two hours of uninterrupted sleep before Marty woke me. I looked up and Marty was standing there with a young guy. I was startled but Marty said, when you wake up a little more come over to my room. I woke up and walked into Marty’s room and they were both jacking off watching some bi porn. It as a site, there was Marty on the bed with his big dick out and this tall sandy blond dude with an even bigger dick. Marty motioned me in, I came over and got between his legs and began sucking his dick. Marty let me suck him for a few minutes and then he said, show my friend same what a good cock sucker you are. I moved over and began to suck hid big dick, he never looked at me. This tall dude at least 6’4 lean with an eight pack, ten inches cut and big balls that hung low. I heard Marty call him Sam. Sam said nothing to me but commented on the chick in the film as I serviced his cock. Marty would hold my head down to take all of Sam. I worked his dick till he was moaning, he finally spoke to me as he pulled me off his dick and said, you are the girl in the porn. She was riding a big dick while she sucked another guy's cock. I got up, Marty got some lube and Sam moved so I could ride his dick while he watched the porn. I lubed up that big dick and sat on it, it slid in slowly. I pounced up and down a few times before Marty fed me his cock. His dick felt amazing, and I rode him for five minutes then he grabbed my hips and started to pump my hole with his big dick. I sucked Marty, he must have been turned on because he shot his wad down my throat in ten minutes and then left the room. Same pulled me up and off his dick, turned me around so I was facing the tv with my ass and legs off the bed and he slide back in me and fucked me for ten more minutes before he shot inside me. He pulled out without a word and went and got in the shower and cleaned off. I went to my room out the hallway door. Sam left without a word, I had to jack off because fuck that was so hot. He had to be straight and horny. Both Marty and I were turned on by this hot young straight dude. I showered and headed downstairs for a bite. Marty asked me if I liked that straight dick, I told him he was hot as fuck. Yea, he can fuck me anytime. Marty said, good, he will be back tonight around ten. I just smiled; he thought your pussy felt good. His girlfriend is out of town for a week, and he promised he would not fuck another girl, so you are helping him out. Marty asked if I liked being used like a piece of meat, I told him I was not sure at first but yea, I really do like it. Good, he said. I knew you were a service slut the first time I met you, you have proven me right every day since I moved in. Such a good little slut. Now go get ready, you have a couple tops to serve before ten tonight. Marty drove me around to three guys homes and I would go in and service them for an hour or two and then Marty would pick me up. One guy gave me twenty bucks, the other two fifty-dollar bills when I left. I had three loads in my ass when I made it home at 8 PM and knew that hottie was coming at ten. I showered and got ready, it was much the same as the first time, this time he had the lights off as he fucked my hole and watched the video. Never saying a word but giving a huge grunt when he came inside me. Then off to the shower and he left. Marty had me set up for him each time he would come over. This week, I serviced cock during the day and Sam at night. On the fifth night, Sam got me ready but this time he got on the bed and had me crawl onto his dick. This was the first time he was inside my ass; he began to fuck me while I watched a women get double penetrated by two guys. Same walked in and lubed up his dick and pressed it against my hole. It took him a couple times, but he finally got inside me, and he fucked me for twenty minutes while I moaned and whimpered. He called me a cum whore bitch and fucked me hard and then he shot his load inside me. Sam pulled out and showered and I had expected Marty to pull out, but he kept fucking me. I heard Same leave out my bedroom, Marty fucked me for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. I would learn later that Marty was positive, that would be my first positive load in my negative hole. I also later learned that Marty was not on any meds and love to poz up young hole. He had tried to refrain from taking my ass, but he could not help it. He blamed it on Sam since Sam wanted to double penetrate me. There we were, Marty fucking me all night and by morning he had given me five loads plus Sam’s huge load. Now that I had taken poz loads, Marty changed my ads and posted one. This is the new ad he posted on one of the sites. Auctioning off young negative bottom for conversion, he just turned 18, never on PreP. How much will you pay to have him for a night? For a week this post was up with my pics. There was a guy who offered $20,000 for my unprotected hole. Marty made the arrangements for this coming Friday to give my neg hole to the guys and his friends. I was totally clueless; I had secretly fallen in love with Marty. I would do anything for him. Sam came back for one more night and he wanted to Double Penetrate me again, and Marty again used my hole all night as we made out. I thought Sam was hot, but I had longed for Marty to make love to me. I really had it bad for him, and I was so relieved that he finally wanted me. We fell asleep together in his room and he fucked me again in the morning blowing his load deep inside me. Then at breakfast he said, you have some hot get togethers coming up. He could tell I was not excited about it anymore, I just wanted him. He rubbed my chest and told me, babe, just do it for me. I smiled at him and agreed. There were many other guys that Marty pimped me out for money too. Friday was here, I cleaned up after school, Marty dropped me off at this big home on a lake. I went up to the door and rang the bell and a tall skinny guy came to the door. He put out his hand and said, you must be Ben, fuck you are cuter than your pics. He was okay looking; Sam and Marty were hotter. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the living room. H asked me if I wanted a drink, I said sure and he brought me a sweet drink, it had alcohol in it, I drink it all and I was soon buzzed as fuck. He He brought me another one, I drink half of it, and I was drunk by now. He came over and started touching me all over, then he made out with me. He was a really good kisser, I have to say. He slowly undressed me until I was in my jock, then he undressed in front of me. Although he was average looking, he was impressive everywhere else. Tight body and abs, he also had a huge uncut dick. He was suddenly more attractive. I kept looking at his hot body and beautiful dick. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head, leaned in and kissed me. Then he said, I will be right back. He brought out a test, I asked him what it was, and he said, I need to know you are clean boy. This is an HIV test. Until he had mentioned it, I had never thought about it. He swabbed my upper gum, then moved it around in my mouth and said, that will take a few minutes. How about you suck my big dick while we wait. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock, sucking him for twenty plus minutes till my jaw was sore. He said good boy, your results are in. You are indeed negative so we can finally fuck, I only fuck neg boys, just had to check you up to make sure. That all seemed strange to me, but I was not all worked up and feeling the buzz, he led me to his bedroom. It was beautiful, a huge bed in all white sheets and mirrors on the walls and ceiling. It was like being at a carnival, I could see him and myself at every angle. I was making me a little dizzy with all I drank, Rick the host guided me into bed, he laid me on my back and kissed my body all over and sucked my cock. It felt so good. He kept saying, you taste so good, so pure. He kissed me all over, sucked my dick and worked my cock and balls till I shot a load in his mouth. He swallowed it and told me how hot it tasted. He leaned down to kiss me but before he did, he said, I love young pure cum. Taste so good, want to taste it? He pressed his libs against mine and we made out. I tasted my cum and he was right, I tasted good. He had me suck his cock but would not cum and over the next couple hours he edged and tasted me and made me cum, three time before he put me ass up and ate my hole, then lubed up his big cock and my hole and slide his cock in me. Fucked me hard and steady and shot his load inside me ten minutes later. That was the first of five loads he gave me. He did not suck my cock again; I did cum three more times while he fucked me. He held me through the night and fucked me three more times before sending me home. I told him I would like to see him again, but he just said, you will boy. You will. I left feeling hot, no one had ever made me cum like that, I wanted to have him do it again. I headed back to Marty in the uber the guy had called for me and got a text in the car from my Arab uber driver he needed my ass. I asked the uber driver to change my address, he knew the area and it was on the way, so he dropped me off early. I want back to the guy's apartment, and he was ready dick out sitting there and I sucked his big cock for five minute he pulled my head up and positioned me on his bed and fucked my ass for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. He got up and said, whore get dressed and go home. I am done with you for now. The uber driver was hot as a fuck but he treated me like I was just a piece of meat. I like it but not as much as the guy who had just fucked me. He made me feel like I was something special and he waited to take my ass and give me his cum. When I think about him, I get hard. Hard like when I think about Marty or Sam. I made my way back to the house, crashed into bed and rubbed one out thinking about the hot night I had.

I love watching new orgy and group porn videos (however I prefer to participate) --- that said, I never get tired of a few older group/party clips with the terms "Bareback Party" or "Hollywood." It looks like they used to have a yahoo group (if you can remember those) (egroups.com/group/Bareback_Activism). All I have been able to find has been these three (3) clips; Bareback Party, Hollywood - [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video656098/bareback_party_hollywood Bareback Party 3, Laguna Bareback Boys (Part 3) (I'm assuming these are the same guys) - [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video8422/bareback_part_iii_-_laguna_bareback_boys Hollywood Bareback Party(Part 7) - [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/3552/hollywood-bareback-party-7/ Might anyone know if this group is still alive and well --- and if they have any other clips? It is so hot to watch these studs! Thanks

I was at the gym late and there were a few other people there. About half way through my workout when I noticed a slim and lean Latino guy approaching from the other side of the gym. He was wearing a gray tank top and black sweatpants. He had a nice muscle definition and his dick print was perfectly outlined. His sweats were wrapping around it basically so watching him walk over I couldn’t help but stare. I love a hot print on a sexy guy. We made brief eye contact once he got closer but no words were exchanged. He began doing curls a couple feet away from me so I got to check him out in the mirror. Watching his muscles flex and getting to enjoy that print. After a few min he dropped his weights and walked over and asked me why my deal is cause I’ve been staring at his dick since he came in. I told him like bro you literally advertising that dick can’t blame me. He asked me if I can keep my mouth shut about it? Told him I won’t tell no one. We went to the tanning room and locked the door. He took off his shirt exposing his lean and muscular body. I pulled down his sweats to finally see that sexy dick. I immediately grabbed it and started to jerk it and suck it as he leaned back against the tanning bed. I felt his dick get bigger and harder. A couple gulps later and his dick was a solid 8.5 and completely covered in my saliva. He told me to lay down on the floor and spread my legs. I covered the floor with our clothes and I did as instructed. He got between my legs and pressed his dick against my hole. Leaned over and pushed his dick head inside me and slowly slid deeper inch by inch inside me. I started feeling up his abs as he began to pump my ass with his dick . He started fucking me faster and harder. He pulled out and told me to flip on my stomach. He pushed back in me and began to pound my ass even harder. Pulled my hips up and pushed my head down and began giving me deep hard back shots. He told me to get up and ride him. I got up straddled him and began to ride him taking that rock hard dick balls deep every time. When he told me he was gonna cum I grabbed his shoulders and began riding him faster pushing down as hard as I could. I felt his dick start to throb inside me and his abs flexing as he moaned out that he was cumming inside me. I rode his dick for a few minutes to make sure I take even the last drop of his cum before I slowly pulled off his dick. He said damn I definitely will be needing that ass again soon. Told him he can breed me anytime. He got dressed and walked out. I soon followed and left the gym.

This is true, I just hope younger guys reading this thread keep it in mind. Also, I don’t derive any pleasure thinking of anybody else receiving mental distress. We can cause each other so much needless pain. I remember one night I was out and and a friend of a friend said something cruel to a guy at the bar. I told him immediately that he was rude and he should go apologize. Of course he was indignant. I said, well, if this is acceptable behavior in this group I’m out of here and I walked over to the guy and said ‘I’m sorry that he was such an ass to you’. I no longer have room for mean people in my life.

This is Fiction and should only be taken as that Part 1 At 60 years old the options to play with a twink doesn’t present it’s self very often but when this 23 yr old wanted to play and get twisted, pozzed and abused anally really got my attention. I figured it was only talk and after he got his rocks off he would ghost me. For the time being we could have some fun talking. He sent a couple pics and if those were him he looked a bit older but had a nice cock and ass. The kid was persistent and wanted to meet so I figured maybe a local coffee shop to see if he was as he said. When he walked in he looked younger than he said but was hot looking. I actually wanted to see his driver license to verify his age. I didn’t want to get in trouble talking to a minor. While we talked he was looking around and told me he wanted to go somewhere else since he saw a college friend leaving and he was nervous about this. I agreed and suggested my car around the side. Once there he really let go, he said he read stories and wanted to get drugs up his ass, his ass used and abused for a long time, if the guys were toxic or had anything that would be fine. He said he only had a couple experiences with getting fucked and the last one had a bid cock and split him open and he loved it. I asked him about the Toxic side and he said with all the meds out he looked into it and most can be cured or at least controlled. I told the kid I could get really sadistic and that is ass would not be the same. I only had an average cock but I could find a couple guys to split his hole open after I prepared it. I told him he would be in some pain, probably a little blood and I would get I twisted. He agreed and I said to think it over and let me know. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. The following week I was really busy with work and was unable to look at my emails much but when I did he had 2 emails there begging me to get him messed up. I picked up a disposable home and had him call me, we talked for a few minutes and I told him what to do. I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to ack out and not call. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him.

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

In my university days I connected with a young dominant who wanted a submissive to use and abuse. After chatting online for a while, we agreed to a meeting at his house. I arrived, stripped to my jockstrap, assumed the face-down-ass-up position across his bed, was buckled into restraints on my wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and collared. I heard a swish of the air then felt the sting of a leather lash on my butt cheek. I gasped and grunted, sounds that encouraged him to continue until my ass was red and stinging. Next he turned his attention to my tight pink hole, dripping watery lube down my ass crack and slowly working it around my anal ring, then inside with a thick finger, eventually progressing to two fingers, and three. Slowly fucking my hole with his three fingers I began to moan and gyrate against his hand, craving more. In response my master stopped, making me beg for his attention when I felt a familiar aroma under my nostrils. The scent of amyl flushed my face, I felt my ass ring relax, and my head started spinning. His three fingers started stretching and training my ass, driving me wild as I pushed backward, wanting to feel him deeper into me. As his right hand trained my hole, his left hand reached under my jock and set my semi-hard cock free of it’s cloth prison. I moaned louder and started begging for more as he massaged my balls, then stroked my cock to a full erection as he stretched my hole wider. “Do you like this boy?”, he asked I could only manage a weak response as the pleasure and the poppers drove me into a frenzy “Yes Master”, I moaned, “work my hole and body for your pleasure”. I heard a low laugh as he removed his hands and left me on his bed, filled with lust, begging for more, but being denied any attention for several minutes. The scent of poppers again filled my brain before I felt the cool plastic of an anal toy against my hole. “Breathe deep boy”, he commanded. I complied, taking 3 deep huffs per nostril, and felt the toy penetrate me. Was it a dildo? A plug? I felt my hole slowly expand and give way, confirming it was a medium size plug being worked into me. I moaned loudly as my anal ring collapsed back around the narrow base, leaving me feeling full. I felt a rustle against the bed and I heard the sound of two quick pumps of air from a bulb. The plug in me expanded. I moaned and he replied with two more quick pumps. “You need that boy pussy stretched and prepped for what I have planned, boy”. More poppers filled my nostrils and he continued pumping the butt plug larger, only to release the air and re-start the stretching. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my semi-hard cock as I moaned and gyrated against the plug. With the plug engorged in me he pulled it gently backward, forcing my hole to stretch slightly. Fuck. I was reaching the point where my body needed to be used hard and rough. With the inflatable butt plug expanded in me, my hips gyrating, pre-cum oozing from me, and poppers being held against my nostrils, I was flying into a lust-filled frenzy. His fingers suddenly gripped my nipples, teased them, and I felt a pair of butterfly clips attached. I moaned loudly, my nipples have always been the switch that drives me wild and forces me to totally submit. “You’re getting loud boy”, my master informed me, “we can’t have that irritating my guest”. I felt a ball gag press against my partly-open mouth and my jaw instinctively dropped to accept in. As the strap was tightened around my head my brain searched through it’s amyl fog to understand what he said. Irritating his guest? What did that mean? He lived alone with two dogs. A hard slap against my ass cheek refocused my attention back to servitude as the plug was deflated and swiftly pulled from my hole. I felt my boy pussy gape then slowly wink itself closed. “Mmmm, you are ready boy”, he said in a judgmental tone, evaluating my hole. I felt a warm pressure against my hole as more poppers were placed under my nose. I squirmed as I felt his dominant cock press slowly into me, relentlessly moving forward and showing me he owned my hole and my body. My lower body started twitching to resist but I heard his soothing voice “Relax boy. My cock is covered like we discussed. I’ll only fuck you with a condom”. I soon felt my master’s hips bump against my butt as he bottomed out and moaned. “Mmm you are still a tight boy”, he said, before slowly pulling back. He started thrusting and withdrawing, fucking my hole, moulding my ass to his desire. I lost track of how long he fucked me, drifting between the pleasure spreading from his cock massaging my prostate, and the regular dosing of poppers under my nose. I was a pre-cum dripping puddle before he finally pulled out and patted my ass. “Good boy, you made me cum about three times with that tight, warm, cock pocket”. I was so lost in my sex haze I never even felt his cock swell or pump. The sound of a condom being removed, then warm liquid being dripped on my lower back confirmed he must have released his load during our session. “I’ll be right back boy”, he said as he went to clean up, leaving me face-down-ass-up, my hole gaping and exposed. As I waited I heard a knock downstairs, followed by low voices, then soft footsteps getting louder. “Ready for round two, boy?”, master asked. As I nodded, the smell of amyl again filled my head and the warm pressure returned to my asshole. I huffed deeply five times on each nostril as cock penetrated me, making me rock backward against it. My hole stretched around the glans as I moaned. My hole was stretching more than before as the cock entered me, sliding deeper, deeper than before. “Mmm just relax boy, take the cock”, my master ordered. I heard a camera start taking pictures as my master encouraged me to ride back against the cock, a tug on the chain of the nipples clamps making me twitch as poppers regularly filled my head. His fucking picked up in tempo and intensity as the session continued. Harder, faster, and deeper I was fucked until I was pressed into the mattress, moaning into the ball gag, the angle of my hips providing the only resistance to the onslaught. As he pounded my hole, I heard my master encouraging me to take it deep, give in, and let that cock become one with me as I surrendered my body. Finally I heard a grunt, a balls-deep thrust, and a cock erupt deep into me, my ass twitching in unison. The cock was pulled from me and I heard my master leave the room again. Footsteps on the stairs, muffled voices, then a door opening and closing. I laid there, breathing heavy, slowly coming back to my senses. I heard more footsteps and then my master’s voice, “You did well boy, I hope to have many more sessions with you”. I heard a few clicks of a camera, then felt a warm, moist towel against my ass. “Let me clean you up boy”. After being cleaned he removed the gag and blindfold, then released the restraints on my wrists and ankles. We chatted briefly about the session as I dressed and walked to the door, master patting my shoulder as I left. After I arrived back at my apartment, balls still full of cum, I logged online to watch porn, remember the session, and finally release my straining balls. As I connected, my email chimed. It was a message from my master. As I opened it I gasped and my cock throbbed hard. Attached were a half-dozen photos, each clearly showing my hole stretching around a thick black cock. A bare black cock. Raw black cock against my smooth pale skin. We had agreed on safe sex only! The final photo was my gaping hole, with thick white cum dripping from me.

I agree with JamesL100. Just hang out in a gloryhole/confessional and in a darkroom. As a bottom or vers guy, your ass and mouth will get filled!

If you stop jacking off and focus on stimulating your prostate it is going to be easier you don't even need fisting to climax from prostate stimulation but it sure is more intense and fun.

So I was 20 and vacationing in Provincetown for my first time. I certainly was no angel and had had plenty of sex before. In fact, I was a bottom extraordinaire. I could take big dick, I had been fisted, I was kinky – I loved dom/sub play and piss play and spanking, etc. I thought I could play with the big boys. I was pretty big myself. I mean, I was 6’, lean and muscular, thick 8” cock that I never used, and nice round bubble butt from playing soccer throughout middle school and high school. People said that I looked like Ashton Kutcher right down to my mop of hair. I was hoping for some hot guys to really work me over in Ptown. I had never expected him. It was late one night…I had already been out to whatever dance party had happened that night. After the bars closed at 1:00 A.M. (Massachusetts state law), and I had hung around outside of Spiritus Pizza. I didn’t eat any, of course. I mean, I had gone out already prepped to bottom hoping to be taken home and get my brains fucked out. I still held onto that hope and didn’t want greasy pizza fucking with my stomach. But no one that I was meeting or talking with was doing it for me. I contemplated hitting the Dick Dock –a place in Ptown where you go to have anonymous sex – but I didn’t have the courage. As much as that kind of dirty sex seemed hot, I didn’t want to catch anything. So I hung out with my friends for a little bit longer and then headed back to where I was staying. By now it was about 3:00 A.M. As I walked, I opened Scruff on my phone to take one last look around and that’s when I saw his pic. A tight torso in a leather harness giving the thumbs up with a goofy smirk on his face. A face that was rugged and cute all at the same time. His body was jock built – large pecs cut into his chest and eight lean ripped abs covered with a dusting of brown hair; thick biceps and cut triceps totally defined even just giving a thumbs up. My cock stirred in my shorts as I read his profile: P4N Age 38 Height 6’2” Weight 195 I’m the top, you’re the bottom, that’s the end of the discussion. If you say yes on here and show up, you take it the way I give it to you. It’s big and there will be no whining. If you tell me you say you’re into something, be into it cuz we will be doing it whether you chicken out or not. Be hot, be ready, and be real. Now don’t be a pussy and hit me up. I couldn’t type fast enough… Me: Hey sir, hot profile and pic. What’s going on? No response. I unlocked my pix, still no response. It had been almost 10 minutes, and I was almost home. Ugh, I wanted dick. I had almost given up, when there it was…1 message from P4N. P4N: tight hole? Me: Very tight. P4N: can it take 9? Me: Yessir, no problem. P4N: you have ff, piss, and being submissive in your profile Me: Yessir. P4N: you neg? Me: Yessir, tested right before I came here. P4N: host? Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I couldn’t host. And clearly, neither could he. I was going to lose this hot fuck to not having a place to go. Shit! Me: I can’t, sir. Nothing. No response. I was home, but I wanted to stall. I sat down on the front steps of my rental house and waited. Finally – P4N: i’ll fuck you in the parking lot of my b&b Me: What? P4N: take it or leave it. sending you the location. let me know your eta. And with that, he sent me his location. I had never done anything like this before…but isn’t that what I wanted? A guy to really challenge me and work me over. I had to do it. Me: 10 minutes. P4N: see you then. I started walking, butterflies in my stomach stirring as I approached his inn. I found the place and walked around the building to get to the parking lot. It was a small gravel parking lot and I couldn’t see anyone else there. There was only one street light about 50 feet away from the cars. That’s when he stepped out from behind a pick-up truck wearing nothing but a harness – a different one from his pic. He was stroking his cock already and it was huge. I realized I had never asked for a pic of it, but he hadn’t lied. It was a solid nine and really thick and veiny. He gestured me over to him with his head. I quickly walked over to him and said, “Hi. Glad this worked out.” He took me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees saying, “Shut up. You’re here to take dick, not make friends.” My knees hit the gravel but I didn’t have time to think about the scrapes because he moved one of his hands to my head and lined his cock up with my mouth with his other hand. Before I knew it his fat cock was jammed into my face, skull fucking me. It all happened so quickly but he wrapped my hair into his fingers and roughly pulled and yanked my mouth on and off his cock. His cock tasted funny. I couldn’t place it and I didn’t mind, but it didn’t taste like what I was used to. My throat struggled to keep up with his assault. I gagged and sputtered, saliva flying everywhere and soaking my shirt. His big balls swung and hit my chin over and over. I looked up and saw him tweaking his own nipple with his head thrown back, eyes closed. He had no concern or regard for me. He was probably thinking about somebody else. He was really just using me. I loved it and was rock hard. “That’s right, bitch. Open that mouth cunt, you stupid whore.” He slammed harder into my face and felt my uvula bruise. It wouldn’t be until the next day when I looked in the mirror and saw it hanging there all black and blue that I would realize that that’s what happened. Finally, he threw me off his cock. I landed on my ass, my hands scraping the gravel. I didn’t realize how much he was pulling my hair until this release and my head hurt. He aggressively approached me and pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it next to the tire of the car we were in front of. “Get up, cunt,” he ordered and I scrambled to my feet. He easily lifted me up and plopped me on the trunk of the car, my loosely tied tennis shoes falling off my feet to the ground. “Is this your car?” I asked, unaware of how ridiculous that question was. The problem was that I was still under the impression that I was a person to him. I wasn’t. I was a bottom. “Fuck no,” was his only response, and with that he yanked my underwear and shorts down to my knees. So there I was on some car in a parking lot on my back with my legs up, my shorts and underwear at my knees. He spit a few times on my hole and rubbed his saliva soaked cock against it. I had never been fucked without lube before. He started pushing in and I tried to relax. I started to moan and wail as he ripped into my pucker. Most guys loved my ass and reveled in licking and playing with my young pink hole to open me up, but he was only interested in getting his dick into it. His hand clamped over my mouth and he continued to impale me with all 9 inches. “That’s right, slut. That’s what it’s for. It’s for cock. It’s for cum.” My eyes widened and I looked up at him … or rather, the part of him I could see around my shorts and underwear. I had never let a guy cum in me before. He saw my look. He chuckled, “First time getting bred, huh?” I nodded furiously under the hand over my mouth. “Tough shit, not your choice. You read my profile.” And with that he stabbed my wrecked guts with a two extremely deep thrusts. I was in shock and extreme pain, but this guy was fucking me in a way I can’t describe. I could feel my ass being pulled out of my body every time he withdrew and I could feel my insides being tossed aside when he rammed it home. He hit spots that I didn’t know I had. I was didn’t know how much I could take but I never wanted it to stop. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. I squeaked with agony, but didn’t have time to think about my throbbing asshole because he threw me to my knees again and shoved his slimy cock into my mouth. I sucked and slobbered, tasting his precum and my innards all over this beautiful cock. “Fuck yeah, eat your ass off my dick, bitch. All those ass juices. Taste both of those asses on my dick. Fuck yeah.” Both of those asses? I didn’t have much time to think. He pulled my up by my arms and bent me over the trunk of the car. In one thrust, he buried his nine inches in my bubble butt and clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream. He went back to fucking me and once my screaming had subsided, he moved the hand to my hair and used my shaggy mop as reins, fucking me like a whore. “Goddamn, yeah. You are tight but it’s a big ass once you get inside. You know that? You have a whore’s ass once you get past that pucker. Not like the slut I fucked before you got here, he was tight through and through.” “W-w-what?” I stuttered in between thrusts, my voice shaking. “That’s why I can’t host, he’s still in my bed sleeping. Didn’t want to wake him up. Could you taste is ass on my dick? Feel his ass juices inside your ass? His ass was all over my dick this whole time, cunt.” I couldn’t believe I had allowed this. I was just another hole…and I had no idea who this other guy was…and I had juice from deep inside of him in my mouth and in my ass. “You didn’t tell me that,” I said. He slapped my ass hard. I yelped, knowing he left a red mark. “You didn’t ask, slut. In fact, you didn’t ask much. I asked all the questions and now you’re getting what you wanted. I’m gonna’ knock you up and tag you, you stupid cunt.” I moaned and whimpered as he sawed into my ass cunt harder and harder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” I started to chant as I felt him balloon inside of me. “Do you know what that means, faggot?” he asked me. “Yes,” I whined. “It means you’re going to cum in me, sir.” “More than that, little boy,” he growled. “I’m going to poz you, you fucking cum catch.” I started to panic and claw the car, but he held me firmly in place, fucking into me like a dog. “But – but – but – you said you were neg!” “No, I didn’t,” he started slapping my ass repeatedly. “I asked YOU if YOU were neg. I never said I was.” He was right. I remembered the conversation now…I had assumed he was asking to make sure I wouldn’t give him anything, but he was asking to make sure that he WOULD give me something. I kept clawing the car but there was nothing I could do. His voice went to almost a whisper, “You’re not tight any more, cum dump. You’re so fucking loose now, so fucking loose. Like a loose cunt. And I’m going to impregnate you with my fucking strain. And you’re going to love it. Say it, say it.” “I’m going to love it,” I cried. “I don’t believe you,” he slapped my ass some more – I was definitely going to be bruised. “Tell me you want that toxic seed.” “Please don’t. Please.” “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked. Slap! Slap! Slap! “Yes, I love it! It feels amazing! But I don’t want to get sick, please…” “Beg me to keep fucking you!” he barked. I just grunted and took his violent pounding. He pulled my hard and spit on my back, “Start begging or I stop fucking you and go back inside.” I couldn’t let that happen. He was giving me the fucking of my life and my ass was loving it. “Please,” I offered. “Please what, bitch?” he barked. “Please, please keep fucking me.” “Fuck you, I’m gonna’ stop. Grab your shit and go.” He started to slide out of my hole. “No, please. Please sir…I’m begging you. I love your cock in me. Please keep fucking me. I’m a worthless piece of shit faggot that wants your cock in me, please!” He slid back in, knocking through my second sphincter, “That’s better, slut.” I was still scared to death of his cum so I added, “Just please, I don’t want you to cum in me.” Slap! Slap! Slap! I yelled out as he wrecked my hole and smacked my ass. “Who fucking cares what you want, cock sleeve. Get ready for my poz nut, bitch!” And with that he punched me on the ass, making me clench and pulled me back by the hair close so that my ear was by his mouth. He let out a series of guttural grunts and I felt his cock pulse against my sensitive ass walls. I counted six, seven, eight, nine shots as his cum hit the deepest parts of my hole. And this was his second cum shot in just a few hours??? Jesus! As he continued to fuck his load into me, I felt my own dick jerk and shoot all over the trunk of the car. Another first. I had never cum hands free before. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Feel that poisonous cum drench your pussy. It’s giving you my babies, cunt. You got my sick in you now. You’re mine, all mine.” As our breathing started to even out, he said, “Now hold still…” I felt warmth rush into me. “W-what—“ “You said you were into piss. And I need to piss.” He was peeing in my ass, bloating my insides. I moaned and cooed feeling his steaming urine fill me up. “Okay,” he said. “I’m going to pull out. Clench your ass so you don’t lose a drop.” I did as I was told and squeezed my hole as he pulled out, keeping his piss in me. Once he was fully out, he gently pulled up my underwear and shorts so that they were back on me. Then he turned me around and for the first time, kissed me, pinning me against the car. I loved having his mouth on mine but something seemed off. Then I realized what it was. He had me pinned and as he kissed me, he used his hand to press against my abdomen. My eyes shot open, bulging as he continued to cram his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but he was too powerful. All the strength from his huge bicep and tricep was focused on my bloated insides. I moaned and whined trying to make him stop but his eyes just locked on mine viciously. He smiled as he continued to kiss me and push on my stomach. I was clenching my ass and trying to keep from letting all of the body fluids in my cunt from pouring out, but he wasn’t having it. He just kept pressing and then suddenly he drew his hand back and stabbed it forward catching me off guard. All of his piss and his cum shot out of my wrecked ass, drenching my underwear and my shorts. He stopped kissing me and stepped back to watch my shorts turn darker from the explosion and see his piss and cum drip down my bare legs. I let out a mortified moan and looked at him with teary eyes. I looked up at him and he was just smiling smugly, laughing at me. “So pathetic…” he laughed under his breath. I thought he was done humiliating me, but he wasn’t. He took aim at my shirt on the ground and started to piss all over it. “That’s my shirt, man!” I squeaked out. “I know what the fuck it is,” he grabbed me by the arm to prevent me from getting it out of his line of fire. “You said you liked piss, I’m giving you piss.” And with that he stopped his stream and then fired his urine into both of my shoes that had landed on the ground when he first lifted me onto the trunk of the car. Finally, he stopped peeing and he said, “Get into your shoes.” I just stood there so he repeated with more force, “Get into your fucking shoes, bitch.” I stepped into my piss-soaked shoes. They were drenched, squishing with his piss every time I changed my weight from one foot to the other. “Now get your shirt, cum dump,” he ordered. I picked up my shirt, completely wet and dripping with his stinking urine. “Wait, before you put it on…wring it out over your head.” “No sir, please…” He scoffed, “You bitches are all the same. You say you’re submissive and that you’re into shit, but you just chicken out in the end. So fucked up.” And he started to walk away. I felt like a failure. “Wait sir,” I said. He turned back and I lifted my shirt above my head and twisted it until cascades of his rank urine fell over me drenching my hair, stinging my eyes, and running in rivulets down my torso. I wanted to cry. This was the most used I had ever felt. “Stick your tongue out, cunt,” he said, dissatisfied. As I continued to ring the shirt out over my head, I stuck my tongue out and tried to catch some of his piss in my mouth. I turned my head up and let it fall directly into my swollen lips and drank him. When the waterfall of urine finally stopped, I looked back at him for approval. He nodded and said, “Put your shirt on, fuck hole.” I did as he said and slid the shirt on which much difficulty. There I stood, covered head to toe in piss and cum, my ass walls covered in poz seed, and without having cum myself. “Now you can go home,” he told me. “Can I clean up first…just a little?” I had always assumed he would let me use his bathroom after all of this. “Fuck no. I don’t want to wake my buddy.” “But what if I run into people. Or my housemates when I get home or—“ “I could give a shit, you stupid cunt. So what if they know what you are. You shouldn’t do it unless you’re willing to own it. Now go walk through the streets covered in my cum and piss and take whatever humiliation comes with it. Pretty good cunt by the way.” And with that, he turned and walked back to the house. I never saw him again. On my walk home – which thankfully, it was almost 5:00 A.M. so I only had to deal with two or three guys passing me and laughing when they thought I was out of ear shot. I tried to find him on Scruff to say that I had a good time and would love to do it again, but I couldn’t find him in my messages or in my views…which only meant one thing. He walked back to his house and immediately blocked me. I had been treated like a whore before but this was extreme. I immediately opened Grindr to see if he was there, and sure enough he was. I messaged him: Hey sir, I had a great time. Would love to do it again. Within a minute, his profile disappeared from my screen. He had blocked me there too. He was done with me. As I would find out a month later, he had pozzed me, and he was done with me. And I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. The end.

Now he’s 26 and I want his ass now.

Holy fuck this is amazing. Came 4 times reading this P.s: Oh damn i read the end on page one n thought that was it. Thank god i commented n saw there is more!

This one's excellent IMO - both top and bottom are super hot, each in his own way. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48256/sucking-and-fucking-bareback-public-toilet/

I am in such a relationship now.

I should try this. I have always finger bottoms to see if they are sloppy before topping them, but this is genius. When I bottom, I do not like being fingered, mainly because guys can get really rough, or they don’t cut their fingernails, and I just know that I’m internally bleeding somewhere.

On the contrary, life works exactly this way, just not the way you characterize it. I believe the principal reason that men beyond a certain age face expectations in various spheres of life is because years lived = life experience. That life experience isn’t necessarily a record of success and achievement, but regardless of the outcome, it’s a set of valuable lessons learned about what it means to be alive, what it means to be an adult, and what it means to be a man. Young men are often excused for folly and indiscretion because they haven’t acquired this quality yet, whether you call it being ‘seasoned’, or having wisdom, or simply maturity. Regardless, there is indisputably a general sense of the qualities and characteristics that differentiate a man from a woman; a man from a boy; a man from a man who has not yet finished maturing. If a man - regardless of his sexual role - exhibits traits that suggest he lacks the emotional maturity of an experienced adult, he must expect there to be some question about it, and possibly some bias regarding it. You and I are both committed submissives. My experience under Dominants is extensive, and I assume yours is also, though I know nothing of your particular circumstances. We appear to differ in at least one respect, however. You say that faced with some Dominants you feel like a little kid. I submit just the same, to Dominants who know how to put the fear if God into you, and I feel inferior - but at no time do I feel like a child. I am 55 - more than half a century old - and what that Dom is about to do to me is totally in the realm of the world of adults. You ask whether a Dominant wouldn’t be more stimulated by his control over a ‘full grown man’ versus a skinny kid, but that’s a false equivalency - if the ‘full grown man’ presents as a whimpering, simpering dishrag, the Dom is unlikely to see him as a ‘full grown man’ at all, but rather as a man whose growth is incomplete. In that sense, the kid may be more tempting simply for his energy and potential, quite aside from the freshness of the flesh. I am known to whimper from time to time, but it only happens when a Top has well and truly fucked me into submission and I’m reduced to a sack of wet fuckmeat and he’s just getting his second wind. It doesn’t happen often. But I still don’t feel like a kid. I feel like a cunt.

PART SEVEN I came to a couple of hours later with a throbbing pain in my arse once again. It was starting to worry me how much the poppers were affecting me and making me do, as I looked down at my now hairless arms & legs. I pulled the plug out with a pop and went to the bathroom to clean it up, as well as the shower which was now filled with body hair. I made my mind up that I would only do what Tyler asked me to do and steer clear of the poppers as it was bringing out a Mr Hyde side of my personality that I really didn't want out in the open. With a clear mind, I couldn't help but marvel at how I must've been able to fit the plug inside me while I cleaned it up, I dried it up & put it with the poppers in a plastic bag in my closet for when I'd return to Carson to get my next dose of PREP. I had enough to see me through the next couple of weeks seeing it appeared that I had to take it every day. I certainly didn't want to catch anything and I fully intended for the guys to wear condoms if they were going to have sex with me but I thought it best to be on the safe side. Feeling a bit dazed and kinda hungover from the beating my brain had been getting over the past day or so, I thought I'd take it easy & spend the rest of the day cleaning the apartment. There was still a bag of my ex's stuff that she'd used when she came over which I threw into my closet as well. We were gonna organise for her to come round at some stage to pick it up, but I thought it best to put it all in the closet for when she did. Out of sight, out of mind for both of them really. It was mid-afternoon when I heard a buzz of my doorbell. Looking at the fuzzy camera it didn't look like anyone I recognised when the voice came through, "Barry sent me, he came this morning." Barry must've been Mr Hi-Viz? Oh god, what was this guy gonna do to me? Footsteps came slowly to the door and I heard a gentle knock and I opened the door. It would've been a guy roughly Barry's age but in a lot better shape, not that he was fit or anything but he'd obviously been a labourer for a long time and was still reasonably fit. What was also pretty obvious was that he'd had a few drinks and that he was pretty nervous as he came in. "Um...hi....I work with Barry and we've been down the pub down the road. He was ...um....telling me about a great blowjob he had this morning and said that if I said his name...you'd look after me too. I've got money!" God, this was the weirdest situation....he was more nervous than I was! I could tell the state he was in and his nervousness that it wasn't likely to be something regular so I thought why not. "I'm no poof or anything....it's just that it's been a while since my wife died and Barry said you were really good...." "Well, I'm glad to know I come highly recommended!" I replied, trying to relax him, completely ignoring that he thought that I was gay. "You sure do.....where did you want me?" he asked, looking around nervously. It was so cute how unsure of himself he was! "Wherever will make you feel more relaxed" I replied. I was sounding like an old pro, despite the fact this was only the second guy that'd paid me for anything! He sat down on the couch, fumbling with his belt & got his pants and briefs down. "Got much planned for tonight?" "Sorry mate, I'd just rather not know a guy's sucking my cock if that's OK? If you could just keep quiet & suck me off I'd really appreciate it" and he sat back on the couch with his eyes closed, not subtly letting me know that he wouldn't be watching me. I probably should've been offended that he didn't want to see me but it didn't worry me too much, in my mind this meant there was far less pressure. I smiled to myself when he started moaning as soon I started to run my fingers delicately over his cock. This was gonna be easy, and fun! The head of his hardening cock was glistening so I ran my tongue round it, to get the pre-cum. Only thing was, it wasn't pre-cum and must've actually been piss as I'd never tasted it before. I guess because of the beers he'd drunk it didn't taste too bad and I let myself continue with the job at hand, and in mouth. While I sucked his cock like I thought a woman would, it started to dawn on me that different guys liked their dicks worked differently, which made sense of course, I'd just never thought of it that way. Barry this morning pretty much face fucked me, whereas this guy liked it more when I gave long, deliberate licks up & down his shaft as I jerked him. I had to admit that it was a turn-on thinking that there were so many different ways I might be sucking cock in the future. "Oh god baby...please don't stop" he moaned, and gently put his hand on the top of my head. My hair's pretty thin so I don't think it broke him out of the illusion that he was being blown by a woman and I didn't want to break him out of that so kept using light touches and higher moans if I did make a sound. He started getting super hard now and so I could tell with my wealth (ha!) of experience that he was close to cumming. "Oh yes honey...that's it...that's it...that's OHHHHHHHHH" and before I could pull back to ask where he wanted to put his load, it started to fill my mouth. I could tell that it must've been a while because I could feel big thick spurts of it, running down my throat. He still gently held my head in place so I wasn't sure whether he wanted me to swallow or not. I thought I'd give him a treat & I did, it was also kind of a treat for me too. He came down from the high and opened his eyes, looking round the room. "Shit, that was a lot, sorry. Where did you spit it out?" "Haha, I didn't actually" I replied, and pointed to my open mouth. "All down the hatch!" "Oh yeah, I forgot you poofs love cum" (that word again!) "Um...let me get my wallet" and he rifled around in his pants. As he opened his wallet, I could tell that he only had $50 and $5 notes. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean this...Barry said he either pays $10 or $20 when he gets...." "$5's fine" I interrupted, "You can pay me more next time you come round." "Um, yeah....we'll see...um thanks" and he put the $5 on the table next to the door as he hurried out. As I put the $5 into my wallet, I was wondering what I should've been shocked more by: that I sucked some random old guy off & swallowed his cum for $5, or that I sucked some random old guy off & swallowed his cum for $5 and I didn't mind at all! END OF PART SEVEN

I know for me it was around age 33/34. I’m still told I’m handsome, but there’s expectations of me. I don’t get as much sex as I once did, but the sex I do get is very enjoyable. The trick is not to let your sexual attractiveness be what gives you your self esteem. And for those who aren’t in to older bottoms a simple ‘sorry, not interested’ is sufficient. Some of the turndowns can be quite cruel. Not me, I rarely initiate, but I’ve some some horrific put downs at bars/sex clubs from others. We all need to be nicer.

And Vaseline also has the added advantage that if you find a top insistent on using a condom - sure, go ahead! Then when it breaks, tell them you want their cum and they’ll be so horny that they won’t even care 😈

‘Hands-free’ is a term often used in this context. I might add, though, that I’m not quite sure how specific a scene you’re looking for after reading your description. You mention wanting a scene where the bottom ejaculates with each stroke of the fuck, but that is only likely to happen under particular circumstances. If the Top is hitting the guy really hard in his prostate, he could possibly be prostate milking him with each thrust, but they would have to be pretty forceful thrusts to get multiple squirting. Or, he could simply, by coincidence, be timing his strokes at the same rate as the bottom’s ejaculatory spasms. Or, perhaps more likely, each forward thrust simply slings the bottom’s cock forward, causing whatever cum that might be coming from it at that moment to seem to appear as a result of the thrust. Otherwise, once the bottom starts to ejaculate, his pumping mechanism is going to fire at its own pace, independent of the rate at which he’s being fucked, so you couldn’t count on that particular aspect in the scene. I’m sure you’ll find something, though. There are enough clips out there showing more or less what you’re looking for that we know it exists. It’s been a long time since anyone brought me to a hands-free ejaculation by fucking. I wouldn’t mind having that happen again sometime myself.

Love all hairy guys regardless of age.

I'll copy/paste the top's technique and print leaflets. I'll hand them out if a top asks me how I want it. 😉

Thank you for this; It’s so good to see a new story from you. Last Known Address is my favorite story ever! Will we ever see more of the Glastonbury Swim Team?

Looking for anon loads from all that are interested… setting some goals for 2022. Looking to make fuck vids and post online (no face is fine… but showing faces is hot). Live in West End Alexandria… but will also be hosting some at Washington Plaza. hit me up if you want to drop your load in me Anon style… pump and dump…

Part 3 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. Before Robert walks into the play area, he texts his friend at the front desk to let him know what is about to happen. His friend knowing how protective Robert can be, knows this won't be good for whoever pissed Robert off, but it will be fun to hear about later. He tells Robert to have fun and he'll keep the other staff out of the way. With that settled, Robert makes his way into the play area. Jacob is already in the sling. He sees Robert and his 8"+ Pierced cock. Robert can tell Jacob already has lubed himself off. Robert uses the straps to tie Jacob to the sling. Just then the volume comes up, and the video on the tv in the play area changes to a video with lots of loud moaning and screaming and begging to stop. Looks like his friend decided to give him a hand in the office. *WHACK* "FUCK!!!! OMG that hurts. WTF IS YOUR ISSUE DUDE?! Why did you just hit me on the balls?" Jacob Screams at Robert. "You did it to Jeremiah, so you get it done to you too. Now do you want this cock or not? I'm only going to ask once." Jacob looks at Robert piercing blue eyes and chubby dad bod, and melts. "Yes please." Robert lines up his cock, but not before adding one more surprise for Jacob. Robert pulls out his Cruel Condom and slides it on. "I don't pull out, and I don't stop. Once I start, I am fucking you till my balls are empty. Got it your little bitch?" "Yes, sir." Jacob replied without knowing about the cruel condom he was about to get. Robert lines up, and in one motion rams all 8"+ in. Jacob screams in pain, but Robert doesn't care. He knows Jacob has been on the fence about converting, and after he made fun of Jeremiah, and all the mental issues he's delt with over him converting, it was time for him to see what it feels like, being treated like he treated Jeremiah and several others. "FUCK PULL OUT! PULL THE FUCK OUT! OMG What did you put on your cock?! PULL OUT!!!!" Jacob screamed. "That, my slutty little friend, is a surprise. I'll show you after I cum. Not before." "I didn't agree to this Pull out. NOW!" Jacob demanded. *SLAP* Robert slaps Jacob across the face. "It doesn't matter what you think you agreed to. You said yes when I told you I don't pull out. So, deal with it." Jacob begins sobbing from the pain has Robert is tearing his ass apart. 10 minutes later he pulls out to pull the cruel condom off. It's done its job. Jacob is torn up and bleeding. A perfect breeding ground for Robert's viral strain. He rams his cock back in, and fucks Jacob for all he's worth. He still has his PA in. Jacob is still in pain, but not as bad as it was with the CC. Robert, having popped two Viagra knows he can go 3-4 times today, and Jacob is getting at least 3 loads. He hopes to save the 4th one for Jeremiah, but Jeremiah doesn't know that yet. "I know you ran out of prep. Tonight you are going to get your Christmas Gifts you little tease. Get ready. Here comes load number 1 you ungrateful bitch! UGH UGH UGH! ARGH!!!!!!!!" Robert screams as he plants the first of several loads into Jacob. Jacob with tears rolling down his face, still thinks pep can help him, but he forgot it's Christmas, and the ER where they are, won't prescribe Prep or PEP on holidays. What is Jacob going to do now...... Chapter 4 Coming soon.

Friday night at Flex Atlanta was almost a bust compared to the 15 loads the night before, but ended up with 3 loads. Saturday night went anon ass up face down with blindfold at Red Roof Inn in Druid Hills. Took a total of 8 loads. Not bad considering someone said there were 4 cumdumps at the hotel. #7 took this pic and sent it to me through Grindr.

same. fingers & tongues are the pre-show to getting railed for me. love 'em

I like to get choked HARD, strangled HARD, and hung from my neck until I eventually pass out. Not just once, multiple times, while men take turns using my unconscious buddy to get themselves off. I want it to feel like I am being gang raped by men who don’t care if I live or die, men who think I am a worthless whore and get off on hurting faggots like me while using us. I love men who wrap a belt around my throat and fuck me doggystyle while pulling the belt tight around my dainty, girly faggot throat. I love men who take a turn breeding me in the bathhouse sling while I lay there blindfolded begging men to trash my sloppy fuckhole to spit in my face, wrap their hands around my throat and strangle me as hard as they can and tell me what a fucking whore I am

That or finger it into my ass

In my early days as teenager i swallowed my own cum almost every time. can be difficult sometimes if you came, what i did most times is to make a roll when laying on bed on your back so that your cock is right above your mouth just before you cum. mouth open and let it spray.. then you just have to swallow. other solution also can be to cum in a condom, safe it for later when you are horny again to swallow. nowdays i don't mind to lick it out of my hand

hot, i always want to eat cum out of a sloppy hole tho

This article from the Journal of the American Medical Association discusses some of the reasons. Community-based organizations step up to confront HIV in southern states.pdf

Love tasteing ass off a dick after it just unloaded in an ass!

Part 6 - Making Bad Impressions Alex was incredibly happy that lunch had turned out to be not to taxing with a relaxed very informal atmosphere and it was fair to say that Alex had never felt so chilled out as he did with them. Steven and Brad escorted Alex to the front doors of the mansion where his car was waiting. Brad opened the door and saw the dark suit, white shirt, black tie and dark sunglasses of the impressive sexy looking guy standing there on the steps. Brad chuckled and he knew straight away he was the protection officer for Alex. "Who is that?" Brad asked pretending to be so casual about it. Alex chuckled "That is my protection officer Liam" he replied with a tint of smugness. "Well done! He could protect me any day" Brad said forgetting his manners. "Control yourself Brad and remember who is with us" Steven reminded him. Alex laughed and bumped against Brad "No chance he is mine, a bit stiff and so by the book" he said. "Your highness such a pleasure to lunch with you" Steven said bowing his head. Brad took his eyes off Liam "Prince Alexander such an honour to meet you" he said bowing. Liam opened the door to the car "Your highness" he called out. Alex looked at him "Don't rush me" he replied casually. "Governor and husband, thank you for lunch, let's do dinner soon" Alex said. Liam produced a slight smile as Alex approached "Your highness" he said bowing. Alex smiled and nodded "Sit in the back with me" he said. Liam shook his head "I'm sorry your highness protocol dictates" he replied. "If your going to be my shadow drop the stuffiness" Alex said climbing in the car. Liam bowed his head "I apologise your highness but I must sit up front" he said. Brad leaned in to Steven "Bit of tension between them two" he said through his smile. "I know, feel sorry for the prince having no privacy now" Steven replied. "Hmmm" Brad mused, "Did you have anything to do with him being appointed to the prince?". Steven looked shocked then winked "I may have had a word with Scott" he replied suggestively with a non committal tone to it. Alex sat and waited for Liam to take his seat and glanced at him in the front slightly annoyed that Liam appeared to be even more of a by the book officer than he hoped for. All he could see right now was a distant very serious officer where there would be no casualness with. They remained quiet for the journey back to the palace, it was by no means an awkward silence but as Alex knew he had to remain dignified whilst in the car and the driver was not a person Alex personally knew very well. The footman opened the car door and bowed greeting Alex as he stepped out of the car. Liam waited at the foot of the steps for Alex then followed him back through the palace to the royal apartments. "Join me for tea in 10 minutes?" Alex asked nervously as Liam opened the doors for him. Liam glanced at him "Apologies your highness protocol must be retained" he replied. Alex felt annoyed again "Man you love your protocol don't you?" he said. "I understand my role" Liam replied backing away and bowing. Alex paced around wondering if Liam would turn up, outwardly his protection officer had made it very clear that his duty was to the crown and keeping the monarchy safe and protected. Artem appeared with the tea tray and placed it down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Bowing his head he left after asking the prince what time he should return for evening dress. Alex sat down and looked at the tea tray then the door with an almost confidence that Liam was remaining stand offish with him, he was also now sure that the protection officer didn't care to much for him. He looked at the tea tray again and when ten minutes had passed he was about to give up when there was a knock at the door and Liam entered carrying a book. "So you decided to turn up then!" Alex remarked snugly and standing up whilst Liam bowed in his usual way. Liam held out the book "I brought you something you might find useful your highness" he said using a tone to spike the princes interest. "Oh, what is it?" Alex asked looking at the cover of the book then abruptly looking at Liam. "It is the book we are all given your highness, it might prove beneficial" Liam said bowing again and waiting for a sarcastic remark. Alex read it aloud "Monrovia Royal Protocols, The Palace Employee Guide" he said rather loudly. Liam smiled bowed yet again walking backwards to the door "Do enjoy reading it your highness" he said. "Tosser" Alex said loudly throwing the book at Liam and missing him by inches. Liam picked the book up and placed it on a chair "His highnesses shows his true colours I see". Liam closed the door to Alex shouting profanities at him and he couldn't help chuckle then unsure if he had crossed the line with the prince and he wold go blabbing off and complain about him. In truth he was finding the young prince very amusing and likeable, he was not about to tell him that just yet, he wanted to know what Prince Alexander was all about. He had never felt so irate and angry at one person who he really wanted to impress, he walked over and picked the book up. Hang on he said to himself why am I trying to impress him he thought, he should be impressing me. What Alex didn't realise was that for all his life so far, he had never had to impress anyone, people liked him automatically even through military school he had so many friends. He skipped dinner as he wasn't hungry after his lunch with the governor and instead he sat there making a plan to discreetly slip out of the palace and go for a few drinks incognito at this gay bar Brad had told him about, well as discreet as he could be knowing that the crown protection security would be monitoring the garages and exit. Satisfied he had covered all bases to slip out he put on his baseball cap and slipped out of his apartments using the back staircase, unkown to him Liam was alerted to the prince moving around the palace by security office and he jumped off the bed quickly putting on a t-shire and black jeans then hurrying down to where Alex was last spotted by cameras. Judging by the route Alex was taking he suspected the prince was heading to his personal car, Liam rushed through the palace taking the shortcuts that Alex was avoiding to keep discreet and he made it there before the prince arrived. "Night time stroll your highness?" Liam asked making Alex jump by his sudden appearance. Alex looked up "What are you doing here?" he asked in an annoying tone. "Your safety your highness" Liam replied, "Keys please your highness" he now said holding his hand out. Alex groaned loudly "You really do not want to come where I am going" he said to Liam. "Oh and where is that your highness?" Liam asked taking the keys from Alex under protest. Alex was feeling very embarrassed right now and he handed the piece of paper to Liam who studied it for a moment then looked at Alex and smirked shaking his head opening the passenger door for Alex and bowing his head. He had only heard a little rumour that the prince was gay and Liam knew the name of this bar through some friends of his as a place to pick up tourists for quick international sex. He walked around to the drivers side and got in handing the piece of paper back to Alex. "You going to judge me now get it over with?" Alex asked in a flippant manner. Liam started the engine "It is your business your highness, I hope you know what that bar is and the type of clientele". "Of course I do" Alex replied not giving a dam but secretly he really had no idea. Liam drove off fast then braked hard in the garage "Your highness needs to adjust his attitude". Alex glared at him "Don't tell me that is in the book?" he asked with irony, "Do that again and I will report you for endangering me". Liam shook his head "There was me thinking you were nice" he said with a disregarding manner. "What do you care" Alex replied still reeling, "You can do whatever you like". Liam turned to face Alex "You may not like it your highness but I am here to keep you safe". Alex shrugged "Not what I meant and I know what you are here for. Your beady little eyes following me everywhere" he said. Liam chuckled and drove away from the palace with a silence and frostiness that you could cut the air with, Liam parked the car some 50 meters away from the bar in the city, Alex had never felt so anxious or excited. If he got spotted it would be all over Monrovia and probably Europe before morning, the flip side he was fed up of hiding who he was and really needed this little bit of freedom. Without a word the two of them walked in to the bar like a couple and went straight over to the bartender. Liam ordered a soft drink and a beer for Alex. He watched Liam carefully who was attracting a lot of looks from the guys, fortunately the prince blended in as a very anonymous person. Sever people walked past Liam a couple of times then stopped standing next to him at the bar to order a drink and get his attention. Liam though was only focused on Alex and assessing the patrons in the bar and who came too close to the prince. Alex was in heaven he could smell the staleness of sex mixed in with beer, a few cute young guys had got his attention, the young prince though was prey for the slightly older guys who loved nothing more than wrecking twinks and showing them a good time. Liam kept grabbing Alex's thump and placing it over the top of his beet bottle when not drinking, he explained that it stopped anyone from slipping something in to his drink, Alex just rolled his eyes but obeyed. A tall muscular man had got Liam engaged in conversation slightly distracting him from his job. "Not seen you here before" came a voice through the loud music to the right of Alex. Alex looked at the guy who wore a ripped t-shirt showing his six pack off "New here". "Tourist?" the guy asked and Alex nodded, "Seen much of the sights?". Alex nodded again "Yes, busy day sightseeing" he replied. "Names Manos, and dam you are cute" Manos said smiling and holding his hand out. Alex thought quickly on his feet "David" he replied, "Pleased to meet you Manos". "So where do you come from?" Manos asked inching closer to Alex. "UK" Alex replied with his eyes intensely fixed on Manos's face wanting to kiss him. Manos smiled and raised his hand running the back of his finger down Alex's face, slowly moving around the back of his neck and getting hold of Alex pulling him forward and sinking an authoritive kiss, in someway it reminded him of exactly how Jackson would initiate their kissing. Liam engrossed in conversation dropped his guard missing what was happening a few steps away with Alex and Manos. "Very nice" Manos said smiling, he leaned in "Meet me in the toilets" he said. "Why?" Alex asked but before he could get the word out Manos had walked off. He watched Manos then turned to Liam "I need to use the bathroom" he said nervously. Liam turned to him and nodded "3 minutes" he said quietly in to Alex's ear. He was hooked at this very masculine man and Alex made his way through the bar glancing back when he reached the corridor to the toilets, Liam was watching him carefully whilst still talking to the guy next to him. Alex walked inside and saw Manos standing at one of the sinks washing his hands whilst his eyes watched in the mirror smiling when he saw Alex appear. Manos dried his hands and hinted for Alex to follow in to one of the cubicles. His heart was palpitating in excitement and forgot all about Liam as he followed Manos. Quickly he pulled Alex inside leaving the cubicle door open, he grabbed Alex around the back of the neck forcibly and attached his mouth to Alex's. His lips closed but Manos's tongue expertly worked them apart until he scored and began Frenching him aggressively. A couple of guys stood watching and rubbing their bulges. The taste of the kiss lingered on his lips feeling himself being forced down to his knees and coming face to face with Manos's impressive bulge, one hand held Alex down by the shoulder, the other quickly worked open his jeans pulling his cock out and forcing it in to Alex's mouth 'Suck it!' he said grabbing Alex's head pulling it forward. Manos looked at the onlookers smiling and nodding. His baseball cap slid side wards with the force of his head being pulled forward on to the cock, its ample size filling Alex's mouth and hitting the back of his throat rapidly making him gag several times. It was all to quick for Alex and panic was setting in yet he found himself backed up against the cubicle wall and unable to get away from the guy, he was also acutely aware the door was open and some guys were watching him engage in sexual activity. It was crude yet dominant and part of Alex enjoyed it but the other part was not so keen on the aggressive nature of this man. Choking he kept pulling back until Manos whipped his cock out and slapped Alex across the face with some force 'I said fucking suck it bitch' he said angrily shoving it back in to Alex's mouth with all his force. Alex felt the hardness of the cubicle wall as his head was pushed against it, Manos was forcing his cock deeper in to Alex's throat and he was starting to panic. There was no easy way out of this he thought trying to relax his throat, his state of mind prevented it and he felt his throat contract in swallowing motion against the solid mass of this cock. He tried pushing Manos's legs away but the guy was strong and held firm 'Not until you finish the job' he said between his sweet yet angry moans. Liam stopped his conversation and glanced over to where the bathroom was located, there was no sign of Alex. He wasn't sure how long Alex had been gone and he excused himself moving quickly towards the bathroom, his worst fear was that Alex had done a runner to get away from him. He opened the door hearing one guy standing in front of a cubicle 'Choke him with it, put him out, make him work for it'. Alex's eyes were watering and struggling to breath normally, the rapid pace that the cock was being forced deeper in to his throat made him vomit a little of his beer back up in to his mouth, his throat almost brought spasms by the rampaging cock stretching his throat out. Liam peered in and his protection mode switched in so quickly seeing Alex punching the guys legs. He pushed past the two guys and punched Manos in the neck with brute force. Alex breathed feeling the cock whipping out of his mouth and he spat on the floor watching Manos falling back against the far side of the cubicle. Alex kept his head down to avoid being recognised as he coughed hard trying to relax his throat and catch his breath "What the fuck are you doing to my boyfriend?" Liam asked angrily. Manos gasped looking at him holding his hands up "Sorry" he rasped looking shocked. In full protective mode Liam picked Alex up to his feet glancing around at the spectators who backed away quickly, he marched Alex out of the bathroom with his arm around him keeping him close and literally dragging him whilst stopping him from wriggling away, he slowed down like they were casually walking out. Suddenly Alex felt so alive with no idea what had come over him, was it the way Liam referred to him as his boyfriend or the strong arm around his body escorting him out? All he did know was how infatuated he was getting with Liam right now. Liam escorted Alex outside where they walked back to the car at a quick pace, holding the passenger door open for Alex. Liam said nothing yet his silence spoke a thousands words and Alex sensed there was an air of very real disappointment coming from his protection officer as he strode purposefully to the drivers seat, so far he had made no good impression with his protection officer and now it was probably too late to recover from. "What the fuck was you thinking?" Liam asked angrily thumping the steering hard. Alex fastened his seat belt "Don't speak to me like that" he replied. Liam looked at him "Your behaviour was disgraceful" he said, "I never expected that". "Don't you dare judge me, I was doing alright with him" Alex replied venting his anger. "Really?" Liam replied looking at him, "You was fucking choking so much you lost control". Liam looked at him "I feel embarrassed for you" he told Alex in a tone expressing disgrace. "Well I wasn't asking you and don't forget who I am" Alex replied starting to feel ashamed. Liam started the car "Oh I can see exactly who you are your highness" he replied leaving the conversation there. Alex was about to open his mouth "Don't make things worse your highness" Liam quickly said. Liam waited half expecting to get a tongue lashing from the prince and putting him back in his rightful place. It crossed his mind that Alex might take issue with the things he said yet underneath he figured the prince would not want the household to know where he had been to him even more now especially after the book incident. Instead Alex remained quietly subdued and very upset more at himself than anything. He didn't know where to look and was so ashamed of what Liam thought of him right now. He stayed with his head turned towards the window looking out as they drove back to the palace. "That was so irresponsible your highness" Liam said still sounding angry with him. Liam turned the corner on to the boulevard "You put yourself in danger" he now said. Alex nodded wiping his eyes. "You must communicate with me your highness" Liam said. "Guess you don't really care much for me now" Alex said staring out of the window. "What I think of you is irrelevant, my job is to protect you" Liam said calming down. Alex continued staring out the window "I guess that is me put in my place" he replied. "I can't deny you disappointed me your highness" Liam now said. glancing at him, "I expected a little better from you". Alex shrugged his shoulders "I don't care what you think of me!" he stated angrily. Liam smirked "Oh you do, just by the way you said that" he said confidently. Alex sat quietly for several minutes then spoke without looking at Liam "Thank you" he said. Liam glanced at him "For what, doing my job and looking after you?" he replied. "You have to trust me your highness or this will not work" Liam now said making his point. The car pulled in to the garage and Alex shot out and stomped off back in to the palace, it grated on him that his crown protection officer had a low opinion of him. It was embarrassing enough that Liam had to hit the guy to get him off, part of him was lost in a moment of desperation and acceptance of the man taking advantage of him so aggressively. By the time he reached the apartments Alex was fuming and Liam had caught up with him and opened the doors. "Good night your highness" Liam said bowing, "Remember I know your every move". Alex glanced at him "Fuck off" he said slamming the door shut making Liam laugh. Liam stared at the door handles for a several moments. Trying to comprehend Alex was going to take time and in some ways he felt guilty for the way he spoke to him earlier. He had overstepped the mark and hoped that Alex was not going to say anything. Their first day had not gone terribly well and now the prince was under the impression that he saw him as an embarrassment. He turned walking across the hallway to his quarters and glanced back at the doors, maybe he needed to lighten up around Alex. He sent a text message 'Come up I need to see you' and closed his door trying to forget the unhappy prince for a few hours. That night he had no way knowing how his actions had influenced the prince and that he would end up bringing much needed sense, stability and assurance for Alex. The following morning Alex was awake early after a restless night. Artem appeared in the bedroom "Good morning your highness" he said bowing his head, "Coffee". He placed the cup down next to Alex, "Sit with me a moment Artem" Alex said sitting up in bed. "Hmm" Artem said sitting down on the bed looking at Alex, "You are not happy are you?". Alex shrugged "My protection officer is a dick head and he doesn't like me" he replied. Artem handed him the cup of coffee "That was a quick assumption, you have only known him one day". "I know, how can I get rid of him?" Alex asked in all seriousness. Artem chuckled "Kill him I guess" he replied then laughed, "Give it time your highness". Alex looked at him with daggers "Alex" Artem then added and he nodded. "Do they talk about me downstairs?" Alex know asked. "Of course we do" Artem replied openly, "Mostly about how nice you are" he said genuinely. Alex laughed "Yeah right!" he remarked then pausing, "So me being gay doesn't bother you?". Artem looked at him "Alex you are who you are no one can take that from you" he said. Alex smiled at him "You must know why I chose you then?" he asked giving an opening for Artem. "Certainly not because I am good at my job" Artem replied evading the question. "Am I sexy in your eyes then?" Artem now asked slightly putting the prince on the spot. Alex stared at him for a moment "Goes without question, don't worry I won't try it on with you". Artem laughed "I will be upset if you didn't make advances at me" he replied cheekily. Alex laughed so hard he spilt some coffee on the sheets "Keep me honest though Artem" he said. Artem nodded "And downstairs, they all think you are hot even if you are gay" he informed Alex. "Including you?" Alex asked. "Stop flirting with me Alex it will not happen" Artem said making it very clear in a friendly way. "Good Artem" Alex said nodding his appreciation, "Just like this, this is how I want us to be". Artem agreed and was overflowing with admiration for his prince. Over the following week Alex still enjoyed the odd night of sexual adventure with Jackson in the privacy of his apartment and he kept it discreet, he had resulted to this being his only outlet of sexual intimacy with one he could trust. Their nights together were sexually fuelled and Alex learnt a lot from Jackson during this time. Liam was oblivious to anything going on in the privacy of the royal apartment. Liam would actively engage Artem in to conversation as he was getting to know the prince better than anyone else yet even he would not speak a word out of place since he was loving his role as Prince Alexander's valet and was doing a fine job. What Alex did over that week was avoid going outside the palace which meant Liam was not by his side and he needed these few days away from the overbearing monitoring to his every move. When he spent it in the palace Artem and he would often go in to the palace grounds choosing a different spot to hide away from Liam's eagle eyes.

Part 5 - The Valet & Protection Officer Alex woke in the morning with the tell tell scent of Jackson on the pillow next to him still very evident, rubbing his face against the pillow and inhaling deeply that weirdly gave him a feeling of satisfaction and content. Somehow Alex couldn't deny that he missed Jackson being there in the morning to wake him with coffee and few insults that he loved bantering back and forth with him. Alex rolled over and swung his legs on to the floor and proceeded to shower before breakfast. Artem exited the household quarters in his livered uniform this was his favourite time of day, it was so quiet, today he was helping one of the maids clean the royal families sun lounge where he would be responsible for moving furniture and replacing it after the area had been cleaned. At 23 years old Artem had been a member of the royal household for just over a six months as a junior footman. His youthful cute looks, dark almost black hair and deep brown eyes giving him a feint middle eastern appearance, his height and body were proportionate and he carried ample muscle for a guy of his age. Since his arrival in the palace he had been a hit with the female members of the household, he knew it and frequently dazzled them with his sexy mischievous smile that made them weak at the knees. Artem was straight but having grown up in the city not far from the palace he was open enough to respond teasingly to gay guys that flirted with him. With his six months nearly up he was hoping to be moved up to the post of footman and then eventually senior footman before moving to the butler positions. He never thought he would be good enough for any other positions in the palace, frankly though he considered himself extremely lucky having fought off fifty other applicants for the job and securing work in the palace which was heavily sought after. The advantages of having worked in the palace were massive and considered the pinnacle of any persons career. The door opened and by natural reaction everyone stopped in case it was a member of the royal family, Lipscombe brushed in to the room telling Artem that he was finished in the sun lounge he was required in the dining room to help lay the table for breakfast then resume duty as footman to the sun lounge for the morning. Artem knew enough to know this meant keeping the room spotless and tidying up when members of the royal family left it empty. It was strange watching Lipscombe this morning who kept checking his watch and seemed on edge, he looked up and barked at Artem and the maid to get a move on then strode angrily out of the lounge. Rose waited until the door closed then burst out laughing 'Twat' she said carrying on with her cleaning. Artem shifted nervously 'Hurry up or I will be late' he said urging her go faster and trying to be serious. Last thing he wanted was upsetting Lipscombe, he didn't care much for him and couldn't believe someone so uptight held on to his position in the palace, he was notorious for upsetting staff and everything had to be done to his liking. Artem cautiously entered the dining room running behind and Lipscombe stood there panting in rage and about to tear in to him when the butler walked in and handed Artem the tray of cutlery to lay up the table 'Straighten your tunic boy' Lipscombe barked his order out like he was chief in command, the butler who oversaw the dining room walked over and pointed for Lipscombe to leave without saying a word. Artem nodded his head in acknowledgement 'Bad mood this morning' Artem remarked whilst he continued setting a place at the table, Adrian grinned 'He got summoned to a meeting after breakfast, apparently Prince Alexander is not happy about something' he said then turned and left the dining room. Artem just finished setting the last place and folding the napkins when the butler hurried him out and two other footmen appeared ready to help serve breakfast. Artem went off to grab some breakfast himself then returned to the sun lounge overlooking the gardens, he inspected the room meticulously making sure everything was in order including the daily papers that the king liked to read during the morning. Today was one of the quiet days for the royal family, there was a dinner this evening that the king and queen were attending but for the most part the entire family would be in residence. Artem joined Johan at the doors standing guard over the entrance to the sun lounge. After breakfast Alden and Alex walked across to the sun lounge and Alex immediately spotted the sexy footman again and gave him a broad smile as they opened the doors 'Your highnesses good morning' Johan said whilst Artem remained quiet, senior to Artem Johan was the only footman allowed to address the family by seniority. If Johan stepped away then it would be Artem's job but for now he simply bowed his head and made eye contact with Prince Alexander again. They closed the doors after the two prince's had entered the lounge and watched as Major Lipscombe came out of the household door and walked across the atrium to the lounge. Lipscombe stood there whilst Johan knocked three times on the door and opened it 'Major Lipscombe Head of the Royal Household' he said bowing his head to the princes, Alden nodded in acknowledgment and Johan stepped aside allowing Lipscombe to enter the room. "Lipscombe we need to talk about appointing a new valet to Prince Alexander" Alden started saying. Lipscombe nodded "Is Eldred not sufficient for his highness?" he questioned. "Irrelevant" Alden replied, "Who do you think is ready to take on the task?" he asked. Lipscombe checked through his list "I have a couple that may be ready" he replied. "I know who I want as my valet" Alex informed them both, "I will make the choice" he made clear. Lipscombe furrowed his eyebrows looking at his list sensing he was losing control of informants assigned closely to the family. Alex walked away towards the doors and Johan who was inside watching everything from a distance and amused at Lipscombe state of being uncomfortable opened the door for Alex curious as to what the prince was doing. Alex stood at the door "What is your name?" he asked Artem who looked slightly nervous at the princes appearance. "Artem your highness" he replied bowing his head. Alex spoke quietly "How long have you been in the palace Artem?" he asked. "Just over six months your highness" Artem replied confused as to why he was being questioned. Alex smiled "How do you find Lipscombe, are you best friends with him?" he asked. Artem's expression quickly changed and Alex picked up on it, "I try to please him" Artem replied. Alex stood there and folded his arms "Be honest" he said staring at Artem. Artem looked him in the eye "Do not care much for him your highness" he replied in a hushed tone. "Good, come with me please" Alex said leading the way and Artem followed three steps behind. A nervous Artem stood there in front of Lipscombe and Prince Alden, Alex stood next to Artem to check his height. It was a particular quirk with Alex that he liked people close to him to be his height. Artem kept glancing at the prince unsure what on earth was going on, all the time Alex looked at Lipscombe who didn't seem that impressed at his choice since the young lad could bounce over all the other more senior household staff to be a valet. The position of valet reported directly to Lipscombe yet on the same scale answered to no one except who they served, they were a rule to themselves and Lipscombe knew they held secrets that he would never know unless Eldred or someone he trusted was there. Alden stood with a slightly mischievous grin on his face as he understood way more exactly what his brother liked in men. He wasn't going to deny his brothers choice since he knew the footman standing there had already been spotted kissing one of his grannies young maids at a staff party a few weeks ago, he felt comfortable with his brothers decision and saw the aggrieved look on Lipscombe face that amused him no end. Alex turned to face Artem "How would you like to be my valet?" he asked. Artem raised his eyebrows in shock "Valet?" he asked timidly, "Be a valet?" he asked again. Alex smiled "Yes my valet" he responded assessing Artem's responsiveness noticing his body language relax a little. "Your highness, thank you but I don't know how to" Artem responded quietly and still very nervous even more so after looking at Lipscombe. "You will be taught Artem, it is quite easy" Alex replied, "Lipscombe Artem is my new valet and you will afford him the same courtesy at other valets". Lipscombe sucked air through his teeth "As you wish your highness. Artem report to Eldred". "No" Alex interjected quickly, "You will report to Jackson who will train you" he insisted. Lipscombe was about to speak then Alden spoke up "Good Idea Alex, Jackson can train him since he knows the prince" he said. "Very well your highness" Lipscombe replied to Alden making it clear to Alex who he respected. Alex walked towards Lipscombe "You better be nice to my valet Lipscombe" he warned clearly. Lipscombe nodded glancing at Alden "Never mind my brother" Alex said noticing his look. "Artem, if Lipsombe puts a foot wrong with you now you will report it to me and I will deal with it" Alex informed him. Artem nodded "I will your highness, you can be assured" he replied giving a look to Lipscombe. Alden was impressed with his brother "Get Artem's uniform sorted please Lipscombe" he advised. "When you have your uniform report to Jackson for your training Artem" Alden said paving the way for a smooth transition. Artem nodded "Yes your highness" he replied bowing his head and walked away facing the princes. Alden looked at Lipscombe "Walk away" he said. Alex felt sick in stomach from the adrenaline rush, it was the first time he had really put his foot down with Lipscombe. On the other hand it aggravated him that Lipscombe still sought approval from Alden each time, he knew that whatever happened now he needed to keep Artem out of Lipscombe way. Weighing things up he had no clue if his choice of valet was going to end up being any good, Alex suddenly thought about the rooms next to where his protection officer was suppose to live, after all his parents valet and ladies maid lived opposite their apartment. He watched Artem and Lipscombe back out of the room and didn't miss the unhappy look Lipscombe gave Artem, his brother was quietly giggling under his breath. "You see how much Lipscombe hates me" Alex remarked to his brother. Alden nodded "I saw I will tell the Governor Premier he needs to sort Lipscombe out". Alex chuckled calming down "But Artem!, seriously Alex" Alden said smiling, "I know why" he said in a slightly cocky tone. "I do not know what you mean" Alex replied in a very innocent manner, "You read too much into everything". Alden pushed his brother "I can see what floats your boat pervert" he said giggling away. "It is not for sex Alden" Alex said quite shocked by his brothers remark, "Pleasant to be around". Alden glanced at his brother "Pleasant to be around!! Wow you are a bad liar!". Alex pushed Alden and they were just about to get in to a brotherly scrap, something they hadn't done for ages. Alex was amazed how fit his brother had gotten from continuing his career in the military and he was now able to easily get the upper hand on Alex. So involved in taking each other down they didn't hear the door open or realise their mother had entered the room followed by Scott who is Head of Crown Protection. The boys stopped and stood up straight both dishevelled from their play fighting. Alex though instantly spotted him and caught his breath in his throat making him cough. Walking behind them was the strawberry blond haired protection officer that Alex couldn't take his eyes off at the state banquet. He was buff and attractive yet at the same time he had a look of danger about him, the sort of do not mess with me look that made him even more sexual appealing in a dangerous way. Even dressed in the black suit Alex could clearly see the muscular definition of this guy and he was hoping that at least he was going to be thrown something sexy as his protection officer. Even Scott who in his late forties was totally eye pleasing and sexy in his own way and if there was one known secret in the palace that no one could resist talking about it was that Scott didn't like or trust Lipscombe one bit. In fact Scott liked to know Lipscombes every move, Lipscombe of course knew this since Scott made no qualms about reminding him of who was really in charge of the household and who he was watching diligently. "Boys really" their mother said smiling, "We have been looking for you Alex". "Sorry your majesty" Alden replied with Alex and them bowing and kissing her on the cheek. "Never mind, Alex I would like to introduce you to your protection officer Liam" she said gracefully waving him forward. "Your royal highnesses" Liam said very politely and bowed his head at each prince. Alex stared with his head cocked to one side. "Liam is exceptionally well trained" Scott informed him. "What, oh" Alex said coming out of his transient state, "Is he coming to lunch?" he asked with no idea what was previously said. The queen laughed "Of course, he is to be at your side from now on" she reminded him, "Alex, you know the protocol". "Right" Alex said stumped for words. Alden looked at his mother and smiled excusing himself. "Have you moved in?" Alex asked without a clue what to say to this guy that was arousing him. Liam nodded "Yes your highness, across the hall from your rooms" he explained. "Right" he replied, "Your majesty can my valet have the rooms next to Liam?" he asked. She looked at him in surprise "Of course he can, you do not need to ask Alex" she replied. "I will let the housekeeping know to get the rooms ready" his mother informed him. "Thank you your majesty" Alex replied and seeing perplexed look on Liam's face. "Excellent, well we will leave you two to get acquainted" she said smiling beckoning Scott to leave them. Liam bowed as the queen left and waited until the door closed, "Your highness, is it protocol how you address the Queen?". Alex looked at him "Only when others are present" he said casually trying to assess him, "The Queen is still my mother" he replied. Alex tried his best not to look at Liam knowing he would tremble in the knees but my god he wanted to play wrestle with this stud of a man. The confidence and self assuredness that oozed from him had Alex imagining all manner of naughty things this man could probably do, there was certainly no questioning his sexual orientation being as straight as a man could be. Whilst Alex was yet to have a private secretary to keep all his engagements Liam informed the prince of his 12 noon scheduled departure for lunch with the governor premier. Alex joked that he seemed to know everything already and Liam smiled reminding him it was duty to know what his prince was up to. When he emphasised the words 'up to' it rang home to Alex that much of his life was now going to be under scrutiny his his protection officer as well. After dismissing Liam until the lunchtime appointment he sought out Jackson and Artem, his purpose was to make sure Artem was okay but also to check him out again. He also wanted to make it very clear that Artem was not to divulge anything to Lipscombe and a very strong element of trust needed to exist between them. He was pleasantly surprised to see how different Artem looked in his valet's uniform and Jackson approving of his choice of valet. Alex explained that he needed to be dressed and ready to leave by midday, it was a chance for Artem to practice under Jackson's watchful eye. He was also going to tell Artem then that he was to move from the staff quarters in to the royal apartments, something that not even Jackson had achieved yet and a privilege reserved only for a very few members of the royal household. "Well did you meet him?" Jackson asked getting Alex to pay attention finally. Alex looked at him "You mean my protection officer?" he asked, "Oh yes I met him" he said smiling. Jackson laughed and looked at Artem "His highness is a bit of a tart and flirt" he said. Artem stood up obviously uncomfortable at what was going on. "Relax Artem" Alex said to him kindly. "His highness likes those in his inner circle" he said using air quotes, "To treat him normally" Jackson explained. Artem nodded and turned to Alex "Why me?" he asked, "Sorry, I mean why me your highness?". Alex shrugged "I think or hope I can trust you Artem, I need someone solid around me". Jackson chuckled and the irony of his remark, "Thank you Jackson" Alex said grinning and knowing full well what he meant. To Artem it seemed like he had stepped in to a very surreal world that was still inside the monarchy yet a very amiable casualness existed between Jackson and the prince. He knew of rumblings in staff quarters weather the prince was gay and he was beginning to see that those rumblings were indeed true, Jackson was gay and that was known and in the first hour of being in his company Artem had an incredible liking for Jackson as we was different from other household staff. Whilst keeping himself to himself he was also friendly to other staff who chatted to him. "Are my things ready for my lunch appointment?" Alex asked looking at both of them. Jackson nodded to Artem, "Yes your highness I hope you approve of what I have chosen" Artem said. "Perfect" Alex replied smiling, "You want to change me?" he asked going all sexy. "Alex!" Jackson said reprimanding him, "Artem, help the prince" he said standing back and watching. Alex played it normal and helped Artem until he felt a little more comfortable touching him, he could clearly see Artem was nervous and keen to learn and please the prince. Alex was patient and smiled nodding to Artem's reflection in mirror when he was dressed, he satisfied that his choice of valet was going to come good. "Thank you Artem, nice job" Alex said praising him. Artem nervously smiled "Thank you your highness" he replied bowing his head. "Now if you want to get along with me bow when you arrive and address me correctly then drop it" Alex said. Artem looked slightly confused "Okay I think I have got, when I arrive and leave?" he replied, "Your highness it may take me a while to feel comfortable". Alex smiled "That will do to start with" he said turning to face Artem, "Right follow me please". Alex walked out and Artem ran the door opening it for him. Jackson was following on behind as they walked out of the princes apartment and across the hallway to left and the door where two maids came out of the room and bowed informing the prince the rooms were ready. "Artem you are getting you own rooms here opposite me" Alex informed him inviting him inside. Jackson scoffed "Charming, not even I have rooms in the royal residences" he remarked. "Really?" Artem replied looking even more surprised and happy, "I get to live upstairs!" he remarked excitedly. Alex smiled looking at Artem then Jackson "Let me speak to my brother Jackson" he said. Artem stepped inside "Wow, seriously this is big" he said standing there amazed by the rooms. Alex smiled "Small lounge, bedroom and bathroom and a dressing room for you" he said. "I never expected any of this your highness" Artem said in genuine appreciation. Alex chuckled "Well I need to keep you away from Lipscombe" he said making his point. Artem nodded, "And I need to be sure I can trust you" Alex added and Artem turned to him. "Your highness, you have my word and I will work to gain your trust in me" he replied to a smiling Alex. Artem looked around the rooms "I don't know where to begin in thanking you your highness". Alex patted Artem on the shoulder "You can start by calling me Alex when in private remember" he reminded him. "Yes of course, Alex" Artem replied, "Still it may take me a while to feel comfortable doing that". "Thank you Alex" Jackson said approving of what Alex had done for Artem. "Your highness, what is going on here and who is that?" Liam asked standing at the door. "Like it is your business" Alex replied quickly then checked himself, "This is my new valet Artem, you better get on with him" annoyed at his appearance. Liam tapped his watch "Time to head off your highness" he said a strict tone, "Don't want to keep the Governor Premier waiting". "Oh my god, all right!" Alex replied rolling his eyes, "You are not my time keeper". Straight away Artem picked up a very weird sense that Alex was not happy with this Liam guy. Alex said good bye to Artem and Jackson then walked out of the room with Liam glancing back at them both then walking quickly to catch up with one annoyed prince and his attitude towards his protection officer. It was then Liam saw what Scott had meant when he said the prince was very reluctant to have a protection officer, he was going to have his work cut out with him but he was ready and up for the challenge to break to the prince one way or another. Then all of a sudden Alex stopped to admire a painting hanging on the wall, all very deliberate to annoy Liam. He then moved two steps forward and then two back to look at the painting again. All the time Liam stood there without saying a word and looming over the prince like a new shadow. When Alex did it a fourth time Liam had enough "You are not funny your highness" he said, "You have probably seen it thousands of times". Alex ignored looking at him "Get use to it" he said then marched off quickly. "Keep up then" Alex said smirking without looking at him and trying not to laugh. Liam started singing a made up song "You can run but you can not hide dum de dum de dum". "And you are not funny either" Alex said cutting him off from singing. Liam was all business and not one for general chitter chatter or banter and Alex was beginning to realise that this guy probably hated the fact he was looking after a minor royal in the family hierarchy. He was still to make up his mind about the opening to engagements and immersing himself into his royal role knowing this would bring public scrutiny and a higher profile. One thing he had to adjust to without question was there would always be royal household staff at his side from now on, knowing that was the case he would do whatever he could to ensure they were people he wanted around him not who Lipscombe wanted to appoint. In truth Alex only wanted people he could trust but getting that was hard, yet though all the ups and downs ahead he would find trust, respect and loyalty from those closest to him. So much so that they would eventually surround him and help make some of life's important decisions when he was sat on the fence about them. Liam stepped ahead of the prince and bowed his head as Alex stepped towards the waiting car, not a word was spoken between them with Alex trying to focus and ignore the fact he was shadowing his every move. The footman opened the car door seeing the prince approaching and bowed his head then closed it after he sat down. Liam got in the front with the driver and they departed for the governor premier's mansion situated at the opposite end of Balenciaga boulevard, a road that lead from the palace gates in to the the city's main square then continued north. It was a straight boulevard apart from the city square and the mansion was in line of vision from the north wing of the palace. The car pulled up to the mansion at 12.30pm on the dot and the governor premier was standing at the front doors ready to greet the royal guest for lunch. Liam jumped out and ran around to open the door for Alex and he bowed his head, for the first time Alex looked and him and nodded acknowledging him then followed two steps behind. Steven watched the impressive figure of the protection officer in his black suit and dark glasses that gave him aware immediately. "Your highness such a pleasure to welcome you here" Steven said bowing his head. Alex smiled holding his hand out "Thank you so much for inviting me Governor" he replied. Steven shook his had gently "I see you have your protection officer now your highness". "Yes" Alex replied inadvertently rolling his eyes, "Liam the Governor Premier" he said. "Pleasure to meet you Liam" Steven said stepping down a step to shake hands with him. "Likewise your honour" Liam replied very professionally. "Mind you the dark glasses gave you away" Steven remarked smiling but not mocking him. Liam nodded, "Ashul please take Liam to the kitchen and provide lunch" he said to his butler. Liam nodded again and followed Ashul in to the governors mansion after the prince had stepped inside. He was a little uneasy leaving the princes side so soon but he knew there was little harm that could come to him with the security at the governors mansion. Alex and Steven went in to the drawing room for a pre-lunch drink to chat about Alex getting more involved in royal duties and to offer him some very small private engagements at first until he found his footing and moved on to bigger public facing ones. Alex asked Steven to keep it down to maybe one or two a month and decide on the engagements and to let him know, this went down well with the governor and he promised to keep them short intimate appearances at first. They moved towards the dining room for lunch where Steven's husband Brad was joining them. Brad was a 40 year old lawyer, but to look at him you would have guessed he was 30, blue eyes, blond hair and very fit body wise. The conversation flowed so effortlessly between them all and Alex confided that he had told his parents about him being gay and the bet between the dowager queen and queen. Brad even offered to take Alex to a nightclub in a neighbouring country before Steven told him off. Alex laughed at their behaviour and felt so at ease in their company and agreed to Brad's offer but suggested they do it somewhere far far away from Monrovia where he was less likely to be recognised. Part of Alex wanted to them to drop the formalities with them both, he also understood that this might be a step to far for now. With the governor out of earshot temporarily Brad leaned over and dropped the prince his mobile number and told him to call if he ever needed to talk or do lunch, Brad had also put the name of a bar that would be suitable as it was mostly tourists who visited it. Alex was actually quietly grateful for Brad who seemed to have a handle on his situation and an understanding of the difficulties he faced, no doubt briefed by his husband. In Steven's eyes the young prince was going to be a hit whatever he did in his royal life as long as he didn't stray in to anything wild like some royal children had in other countries. To boot he liked how relaxed the prince felt being around Brad and himself and it all went along to make their lunch so enjoyable.

Part 4 - The Morning After The State Visit "Good morning your highness, your coffee" Eldred said placing the cup down. Alex turned over in bed slightly confused "Where is Jackson?" he mumbled. "Reassigned to the crown prince your highness" Eldred replied bowing his head. Alex stared at Eldred looking angry. "I will return shortly your highness" Eldred said. Alex sat up "No need I can dress myself thank you, walk away" he commanded. Slowly the words began sinking in and Alex sat up in bed seething and waiting for Eldred to leave, he jumped out of bed and paced around naked the bedroom several times then grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Without even thinking what he was going to say he strode angrily out of his apartments towards the staff areas and Major Lipscombe office. In the other wing Alden stood there in the mirror studying and watching Jackson carefully, every move was delivered with precision and minimal fuss. Expecting massive backlash from the change he had orchestrated from his brother, Jackson showed no outward sign of annoyance that had Alden questioning if there was any physical contact going on. If there was then Jackson was very tight lipped about it yet it had to be done before things escalated and the rest of the palace found out and it became the gossip story of the month. "Thank you Jackson" Alden said turning to face him, "I hope you will enjoy being my valet". "As you wish your highness" Jackson replied bowing his head. Alden moved away and turned to look at him "I had to do it, you understand don't you?". Jackson looked curiously at Alden "It is not I you need to explain things to your highness" he said going straight to the point. Alden shifted uncomfortably on the spot "I know, he is going to hate me even more when he realises". "The Prince is your brother, there will be not question that he will be upset but he loves you" Jackson replied. Alden nodded "Are you in love with him?" he asked completely out of the blue and Jackson stopped dead in his tracks. Shaking his head "No your highness we are not in love" he replied, "Affection yes but not love". "Good" Alden replied, "I won't need you until this evening, walk away" he said in a very kind tone. Jackson bowed again and took his leave from the crown prince, he felt a little embarrassment that Alden had picked up on them so quickly. Lipscombe had collared both of them before their duties started that morning and without explanation they were switched princes. Right now he could only think of how Alex would react and if he would stand for this. Jackson checked his watch and decided to head to the staff restaurant for some breakfast before heading to the gym in the palace basement. Lipscombe nodded avoiding any conversation with Jackson and went back to his office along the corridor and sat behind his desk going through the footman's rotas for the coming month. Suddenly he became aware of a commotion in the corridor and rose from his seat. The noise meant only one thing, a member of the royal family had entered the household staff area and but all accounts it was one unhappy person. Numerous staff addressed him standing still and bowing as Alex entered and stood there, catching many of the staff by surprise as it was very rare that royal family came into this part of the palace. Two footmen quickly put gloves on and bowed in unison 'Your highness how may we assist you?' they both asked. Alex stopped realising he had only been in here a few times as a child and had no idea where he was actually heading. "Lipscombe's office please?" Alex asked knowing the staff would talk about this for days. "The open door at the end of the corridor your royal highness" one of the footman replied. Alex nodded "Thank you" he said hearing the scuttling of chairs in the staff restaurant. The staff called out "Your highness" in chorus as Alex past by in a hurry. Lipscombe appeared at his door "Your highness" he said bowing, "May I help you?" he asked. Alex pushed his way into Lipscombe office "Return my valet" he said loudly. Lipscombe closed the door "I am sorry your highness but I promoted Jackson" he explained. "Well you can demotehim then!" Alex said getting quickly flustered with him. "Your highness, it was a request from above to promote him" Lipscombe tried to explain. Alex turned to look out of the window "Who?" he asked. Lipscombe thought quickly on his feet "Senior members of the royal household your highness" he replied. Alex turned to face him "Fine I will take it up with the King" he said moving to the door. "As you wish your highness" Lipscombe replied breathing a sigh of relief way to quickly that let his guard down. Alex picked up on it and opened the door "Remove Eldred as my valet I will do without". Lipscombe returned to his desk "Eldred is your appointed valet your highness" he said. Alex walked over to the desk "I do not want him in the my rooms. Just remember you are replaceable" he remarked. His words shocked Lipscombe "The Royal Council appoints the head of the household" he reminded the prince. Alex looked at him "I know, and the Governor is head of it" he replied. "You are well informed your highness" Lipscombe said with a slight mocking tone. Alex half smirked at the major "Be careful Lipscombe, do not underestimate me, we may have a mutual dislike for each other and I can fix that". Lipscombe was taken back by his backbone standing up to him. "Remove Eldred immediately, do not disobey me" Alex repeated. Lipscombe stood there watching the prince storming out ending their conversation, he would need to talk to Alden quickly before the prince put a spanner in the works. The scuttle of chairs sounded again as he rushed along the corridor and one of the footman reappeared and opened the door for Alex smiling and bowing his head 'Your highness' he said in respect to the prince as he walked past. Despite his anger Alex took a moment to look at him then thanked him for opening the door, usual protocol was to be oblivious to the footmen and pass through the door, occasionally a nod was made to signify acknowledgement. Artem the footman was stunned at the prince for not only speaking but also looking at him on his way out and he quickly glanced around to make sure the Major was no where to be seen, Lipscombe would hit the roof if minor members of the royal household engaged in any form of interaction with the family that much he knew from his short time being in the palace. Artem closed the door watching the prince make his way out in to the royal residences, his heart pounded in his chest at the fear of the unknown, he made direct eye contact with the prince who seemed pleasant enough he thought. Alex smirked walking away knowing the door was taking way too long to close meaning that the footman must still be watching him. Apart from his anger he felt a little flushed in embarrassment having stared at the young very sexy footman, desperate to turn his head and have a look he pushed forward fighting that urge to look back. Alex knew his father would not have shown the slightest interest in such a trivial matter or request Jackson to be moved. The only person who came to mind now was his brother, after all Eldred was his valet and the swap pointed directly back to Alden. Angry to even bother confronting him, Alex went back to his apartment and saw the two palace maintenance men finishing with their varnishing of the door to the rooms opposite his apartment. They both stopped and bowed at the young prince before he inquired if someone was moving in to the rooms, it didn't help matters when he found out it was for his crown protection officer who would be moving in the following day. Alex returned to his lounge at sat down, the whole place seemed empty without Jackson bustling around his duties. The one person he had found trust in and be very normal with was gone, he couldn't even send him a text message since their phones were monitored by the palace press team to ensure nothing damaging was sent. Alex changed in to something more presentable for breakfast and noticed that Eldred must have been back and tidied up. At breakfast Alex quizzed his father over the valet situation, his response was sympathetic but he told Alex to sort it out with Lipscombe. All the time he kept one eye on Alden who kept glancing at Alex then looking away quickly in a sheepish manner, it was enough to validate his suspicion that Alden was behind the whole thing. Just before Alex finished breakfast one of the footmen approached with a silver tray and a letter for Alex, he slowly opened it and read the note from the Governor Premier smiling as he did so. "What is it Alex?" his father asked casually out of interest. Alex looked at his father "The Governor Premier has invited me for lunch tomorrow". "That is good news Alex" his mother replied, "You and he did seem to get on well". "Yes we did rather" Alex replied, "He wants to discuss my role going forward" he said. "Good, good" his father said smiling, "And official engagements?" he asked. "I guess that is what he wants to talk about" Alex replied putting the note back on the tray. Alex quietly played with food on his plate, "What is it Alex?" his mother asked. "Not sure about all of this, do I even really fit in" Alex said rambling words together. "Alex you are no making any sense" She replied and her husband stopped her going on. "Come and talk to us after your lunch appointment Alex" his father suggested. "Thank you" Alex replied, "I will need a car tomorrow if that is okay". "Perfect timing Alex, you get your crown protection officer tomorrow" his mother reminded him. Alex nearly rolled his eyes in disdain but knew it was no good and agreed with this mother before telling the footman to issue an acceptance to the Governor Premier. Alex excused himself from breakfast and noticeably he paid more attention to the footmen trying to find the cute one he saw earlier, fruitless as it was he went for a walk in the private gardens. Alone and with his thought Alex was a pile of dynamite waiting to explode, that trapped feeling around his sexuality was playing on him again, then there was the thought of taking on a more active role then finally he shivered remembering the dirty advances of Andreas. Underneath he dam well knew if Andreas had played it differently he would have quite happily had sex with the Greek god. Andreas was incredibly attractive looking but he couldn't get past that slimy tone that whilst sickening also left you feeling degraded and completely inferior to him. He looked up the palace where his royal apartments were situated staring at them blocking everything out. The rest of the day he hid himself away by swimming then hiding out in the extensive grounds of the palace gardens with a book. After a quick change of clothes Alex returned to the garden before dinner and as usual he was over thinking his life and easier it would be without all of this. He was still unsure if he was cut out for a royal life and seeing how his brother had taken it in his stride made him wonder if it was worth all the attention. It was the loneliness and the constant pressure of being perfect in public that he didn't respond well to, opinions were never thought about before so he had no idea how much or if he was liked by the people of Monrovia. He was brought out of his mind boggling thoughts hearing his name called. Alden slowly walked over trying to assess Alex's mood then sat on the bench next to him. "I am so pleased and happy you are getting involved Alex" Alden said in an approving tone. Alex glanced at him "I don't need your approval or sarcasm" he replied sharply. Alden nodded and was quiet for a moment, "I deserved that. I had to do it" he finally said. "Do what?" Alex replied pretending he had no idea what his brother was going on about, suppressing his anger. Alden looked at his brother "Replace Jackson" he said quietly, "Before it got messy and you were the talk of the palace". "Why what do you care, you are next in line" Alex replied with a sharp sting from his tongue. Alden glanced at him "I know you are angry Alex" he said pausing, "I am sorry for doing it but needs must". Alex stared at the palace "He treated me like a normal person, joked with me, made me laugh and brought happiness" he replied. "I know, I could see the casualness between you both" Alden tried explaining himself, "Are you really that unhappy?" he asked concerningly. "You took my only piece of normality away to suit yourself" Alex said raising his voice, "Is life going to be about what you can take from me?" he asked. "Certainly not Alex, I love you bro" Alden replied raising his voice "I did for our family not myself, he should have respected you!". Alex fumed "Well he did even when we had sex!" he blurted out and welling up then regretting what he had just admitted. There was silence as Alden stared at his brother. "Forget it!" Alex said shaking. "Wait" Alden pleaded grabbing Alex's arm, "Gay or not you are my brother and the prince" he said, "You have to man up and face it". Alex sat down putting his head in his hands nodding "I can't fight it Alden" he said, "I am not a strong as you at dealing with all of this". "Alex it comes with practice trust me. Are you in love with him?" Alden asked almost too scared in case of a big lashing out from Alex. Alex shook his head "No, well maybe a little bit of me loves how he makes me feel and I enjoy his company". Alden put his arm around his brother "I love you Alex, unconditionally and no matter what" he said. Alex was amazed at his brothers reaction "You don't seemed shocked by all of this". "Well, I sort of knew from a friend at military school" Alden replied, "I even had a go, you know how it is at that place" he confessed. Alex looked pensieve "What if I want to give up the crown" he said in a hushed tone. "Alex it would break my heart if you did and our parents" Alden said looking at him, "Granny I think would never talk to you again if you did". Alex looked at him "What about my happiness, what if it lies beyond the palace wall?" he asked. "Alex I do not have the answers, who says you can't be happy here?" Alden asked. Alex shrugged "I am trapped Alden, I want a boyfriend, I want to be normal and be in love with someone" he said. Alden chuckled "Alex, you have never and will never be normal, even if you give this up you will still be known as the prince". Alden put his arm around his brothers shoulder "Start by telling out our parents Alex" he said, "They dote on you more than me being the youngest". Alden never let on that his parents had already asked him about Alex and if he had confided in him or was hiding any secrets. As a family secrets was abolished and their parents had always emphasised the point about being open and discussing things as a family, Alex knew it all made sense since their very close knit family could confide in things that went no further than the four walls of the room they were in. Alex nodded knowing his brother was right and it was the right thing to do. It was the first time the two brothers had sat down and had a very real in depth grown up conversation about how each other was feeling. Alex learnt that whilst Alden joked around about Alex being the spare many years ago, all he wanted was to be with Alex instead of being taken away to learn how his life was mapped out. As it turned out Alden was envious of the simple life Alex now had in comparison, there was so much expectation on Alden's shoulders that his young life was being stripped away from him and he had to grow up very quickly. "I know it is harder on you Alden, but you have the stomach for it" Alex said looking at him. Alden smirked "I want you to come on more engagements with me Alex, sometimes I feel sick to my feet" he admitted. "I can't do this without you Alex, promise you will be by my side" Alden said looking all serious. "Get rid of Elethera and I will do" Alex replied half jokingly but making sure his point got across. "Wow you really don't like her do you?" Alden asked hoping his brother would be straight with him. Alex shook his head "No and I am amazed you can't see that she is a crown grabber and Andreas is a dirty pervert" he replied. Alden glanced at him "Did he try it on with you?" he asked changing his tone to concern. "Doesn't matter Alden" Alex replied quickly looking away from his brother glare. "You don't need to answer your look said it all Alex" Alden said getting angry. Alex put his hand on his brothers leg "Nothing happened so drop it, anyway Jackson stepped in and protected me". "That whole family is weird" Alex said, that news was not new to Alden as he had already concluded that. Alden sighed "Okay" he replied shocking Alex that his brother didn't argue about her, "Only if you get involved in the family business". Alex sighed and nodded slowly. "Do the visit to Spain with out parents then maybe go off somewhere and take a break" Alden suggested. Alex partly smiled "I want Jackson back then" he said offering a compromise, he knew all along the answer would be no. "No" Alden replied smirking, "I will get rid of Elethera next year but you can't have him back, I need to protect your dignity". Alex was about to protest before Alden spoke again "Just be discreet with him" he now said. Alex looked confusingly at him. "You know what I mean" Alden said winking at him. Alex nodded "You know if you hadn't replaced him with Eldred I would never have known it was your doing". "Yeah stupid of me to do that, you see why I need you Alex" Alden said chuckling, "But you have Eldred now". "No, I don't want him, he is in Lipscombe's pocket" Alex replied, "I know he tells him everything that goes on up here". "We are running out of valets Alex" Alden said, "You make a fair point though. I have never really trusted him". "Then we get one of the footmen trained" Alex suggested, "After all Lipscombe listens to you and thinks I am stupid". Alden play punched him "Very funny" he replied, "Okay lets talk with Lipscombe in the morning, I will summon him" he said chuckling. "Thank you" Alex said genuinely, "I want to chose my valet though" he said making it clear. Alden smiled as he loved summoning Lipscombe as he got on edge when called, "Come on spare, lets go to dinner". Alex stood up and looked at his brother "You know you are a real royal knob head at times" he said then ran off. Alden cursed and chased Alex around the garden until a footman appeared advising the King and Queen were waiting for them. Alex stopped and finally Alden caught up with him and flung his arm around his brothers shoulder. Unsure when to broach the subject Alex took the opportunity whilst they waited for the Dowager Queen to join them. He talked about his choice to support the International HIV Foundation charity, in return it had opened the doors to questions by his parents and Alex eventually, after taking a deep breath tentatively opened up about being gay and revealing his true feelings. It stopped the conversation dead it in it's tracks for a few seconds but neither of his parents looked overly shocked and they were watching him avidly. The silence around the table for those few seconds almost freaked Alex out and he started regretting what he said. The King turned to his wife "You loose the Victoria tiara then?" he said. Alex sat there confused "Did you hear what I said?" he asked. "Yes" his mother replied, "Dam" she replied as the Dowager Queen arrived and they all stood. "You seem a little upset Helena" the Dowager Queen remarked taking her seat. "You win!" Helena said to the Dowager Queen, "Dam I really wanted that tiara!". "Hah!" the Dowager Queen said chuckling then looked at Alex, "So you came clean then?". Alex looked even more confused than before "Came clean?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't do that" his grand mother said, "Well, now we have to find a nice prince for you" she said. Alex looked at his mother "I bet grannie you weren't gay" his mother said, "And now I have lost". "Not only bet, she wanted the Victoria Tiara if she won" the Dowager Queen added smiling. "Just so we are clear" Alex said speaking up, "No fixing me up with royal idiots! I want to find my own person if I may" he said. "Oh no" his granny replied, "I want to see who else I can out with the European royalty" he said smiling gleefully. "Granny!" Alex said in shock, "You make it sound like a witch hunt, have you been overdoing the gin again?" he asked. It was a relief that it was no big deal, also it rather shocked him that his mother and grand mother had bet each other if he was gay. The whole coming out thing had been a real anti-climax, his father was more concerned about how Alex was feeling and sat down with him after dinner and was assured by him not to make any rash decisions and let things settle down for a while and then see how he felt. Alex entered the apartments and closed the door mentally exhausted, his mood was a lot better and he walked into the dressing room that was eerily quiet. Alex took his shirt and trousers off and placed them in the laundry box and was about to take a shower when he felt the familiar hands hold his waist. He jumped slightly from shock and turned around to find Jackson there. Jackson cupped Alex's face in his hands and kissed him passionately then lifted him off the ground carrying him to the bedroom. Alex's body completely relaxed shedding a tear of happiness in Jackson's arms, his emotions surfacing from all the days ups and downs. Now being held by the one trusted person outside his family he couldn't hold on any longer, Jackson held Alex tighter comforting him all the while whilst the excitement eased off and he was able to engage Alex in conversation. Alex looked at him "What are you doing here?" he asked kissing him in between his words. Jackson smiled "Your brother ordered me here to see to you" he replied. "You mean his highness sent you here" Alex said taunting Jackson, "Remember I am royalty". "Not when you moan from my cock pounding your arse you aren't" Jackson replied kissing him. Alex turned to face him "Alden actually sent you here?" he asked needing confirmation. Jackson nodded "Yes, it felt like he was giving consent to this" he replied. He heaved a huge sigh of relief "Yeah he thought if you continued as my valet... well you know". "Palace gossip I guess, but at least I am allowed to sneak up here" Jackson said picking Alex up. Alex laughed and their arms fought each other playfully after Jackson dropped him on the bed, Alex soon found his naked body under Jackson's, legs wrapped around Jackson's thighs, powerless to resist and in a predicament he so enjoyed with this man. Alex moaned softly at the familiar warm moistness of Jackson's cock nudging and slowly teasing open his hole. Alex looked at him and like there was an invisible language between them Jackson leant forward and kissed him softly at first then applying more pressure and enjoying Alex's response with his back arching ever so slightly. The feeling of his body felt so good to Jackson that he wriggled his hips until his cock slid upwards a little finding the goal and penetrating Alex steadily, gliding his cock in slowly and without stopping until he could go no further. The pelvic thrusts providing the sensual enjoyment they both felt. Staring each other in the eyes so deeply. Transfixed and hypnotised, each in their own little world of erotic pleasure. Jackson leaned down and kissed Alex again, it was clear that Jackson was not about to tease or play tonight. His pelvis moving more rapidly delivering powerful thrusts full of purpose. His climax came quickly and Alex made a noise between a painful whimper and pleasure as Jackson pushed down hard with such force. His groans and body tensing allowed him to focus all his energy down through the shaft of his pulsing cock that flooded the prince's arse. Even for him this was a big load and Alex could feel the warmth inside increasing, quickly he sought Jackson's mouth in urgent need to kiss him. The instant their tongues met a chain reaction surged through Alex and he pushed his hips up and began releasing his load between their bodies, Jackson giggled and watched his prince's look of shock at shooting his load without touching himself. After Alex had regained his composure Jackson scooped him up in his arms, his cock still inside Alex and carried him to the bathroom and the shower, only there did he extract his cock by lifting Alex higher. Carefully Jackson extracted the head of his cock followed by a gush of cum dripping down in to the shower tray. Alex giggled at how uncontrollable he was at stopping it from happening, finally Jackson released Alex and allowed him to stand on his own feet where they kissed softly before turning on the water to clean themselves up. Alex rested back against Jackson's manly figure of a body moaning softly at the hands roaming all over his chest washing him. He loved it when Jackson played the part of a real lover, being tender and kissing him softly on his neck and shoulder, in truth there was a part of Alex that had come to love this man.. It was by no means a physical love that needed explanation, it was born out of gratitude and respect for Jackson along with sexual power hold that Alex knew he had on him. He did nothing to fight that in fact it was what made them so hungry for each other. Jackson turned the water off and grabbed a towel then slowly he began drying Alex. "I needed this tonight, needed you in fact" Alex said enjoying their closeness. Jackson kissed his neck "Please don't fall in love with me Alex" he said softly to him. "I promise Jackson" Alex replied softly, "I like what we have and anyway you are to old" he said. Jackson slapped Alex on the arse laughing "Yeah but man I can make you scream" he said smiling. There was a momentary silence that they both happily fell in to, sometimes words were never needed and Jackson picked the prince up carrying him back to bed. Alex laid there with his fingers playing with Jackson's semi hard cock, Alex looked at Jackson who seemed very calm with a broad grin on his face. Alex rolled on to his stomach and leaned over to kiss Jackson. "I met your protection officer today" Jackson informed him, "Very nice" he added. "Oh right, nice as in?" Alex asked wholly unconvinced of the idea of having one. Jackson smirked "Sexy and hard as nails so don't fall in love with him" he said. "Do not worry a CPO is the last thing I want. Shadowing my every move" Alex replied. Jackson kissed him on the head "He will keep you safe" he said getting out of bed. Jackson pulled the sheets back for Alex who climbed under them and waited for Jackson to lay with him. Jackson set him alarm for one hour then kissed Alex and stayed until the prince fell asleep.

Part 2 - Where It Began His words came out of nowhere and Alex was too young to understand what his brother was talking about. It was the second day in a row that Alden had been taken off to private lessons leaving Alex with Greta the governess to continue his education. On his return today though he pushed Alex out of the way and called him 'The Spare' then laughed running off to his room. The following day in lesson Alex asked Greta what those words meant, she tried to explain in as gentle way as possible. From that day on he knew his brother was destined to be king and he would just be a prince for the rest of his life. Alex would often pass by the private room where Alden was being coached to accept his role in life. Alex knew his brother and he didn't fail to impress when he lost his temper with the royal courtiers teaching him in constitutional matters. It was only after a couple of months had passed that Alex fully realised how lucky he was to be spared all of this and how easy he had things in comparison. Only on casual royal visits did the princes accompany the King and Queen, for the most part they remained away from public eye in the Balenciaga Palace on the outskirts of the capital city of Victoria in the beautiful and affluent country of Monrovia. The brothers were very similar in looks and mannerisms when observed from a distance, once you go to know them the difference in their characteristics was plain to see. Alden more outgoing and the leader when they played jokes on the household staff, he was also very dependent on other people and at the same time he was a sharp observant individual. Alex was more independent and hated the household staff fussing over him all the time, definitely the brighter of the two brothers, kind hearted and not afraid to help others. The one thing Alex had in abundance was a warmth and natural ability to connect with anyone. Never once did he put a foot wrong with the governess and was eager to learn. It was no surprise to his parents that he came top of the class every year he was in military school. When the royal standard flew over the palace the gathered crowd of tourists knew that the monarch was in residence, many of them standing at the main gates with cameras held aloft just in case they spotted the royal family in the grounds. During the summer months it flew over Greenacres Palace the country residence of the royal family, set in the peaceful countryside of the Greenacres estate. The palace was smaller than the Balenciaga, apart from the summer residency the family would spend several long weekends here entertaining other royal families from across Europe. Alex still didn't get how they were all related through the generations stemming back from the British Victorian era. Being the peaceful nation that Monrovia was its many inhabitants were happy, prosperous and had a very dignified respect to their royal family. The love they had for the Dowager Queen Beatrice, mother of the reigning King, was celebrated each year by parties held in the grounds of the Balenciaga palace over the weekend nearest to her birthday. The highlight was seeing the Dowager Queen with her grandsons Alden and Alex. The people of Monrovia enjoyed a quality of life was in many ways superior to their neighbouring countries, everything from healthcare to education and liberation was celebrated. The current Governor Premier was openly gay, married and won the last election by a landslide victory. To the outside world the country was one of the most desirable places to live, their strict border controls were in place to protect the people of Monrovia and anyone entering the country to live was expected to show they had gainful employment or the means to live without requesting state funding. Throughout his childhood Alex knew they were a different family, popular and everyone bobbing when they entered a room or passed down a line. To the young prince it was all very funny and had no real understanding until he reached his teen years. At the age of sixteen Alex was sent to military school training following in his brothers footsteps, Monrovia did its part as members of NATO taking part of training exercises although it was one thing the prince never got to be part of during his 4 years there. During the later part of his time at military school the prince became increasingly self aware of his difference, that and the interest in male bodies that were nearly always naked around him in the dorm rooms or showers. There was a discreet amount of playfulness going on yet Alex was always too scared to touch anyone since he could not guarantee discretion on the other persons behalf. It was during his last year that the Duke of Eisenberg's son Erik collared the prince and they kissed and masturbated each other in the shower. It may have been just an innocent boyish fondle in exploration but it was enough to ignite a spark in Alex, a spark that the young prince knew was never going to be extinguished. Alex would never know that Eric had told the story of their sordid showering to Alden until a few years later during their biggest blow up. When Alex was due to leave military school the young prince was briefed that he would be appointed a valet and security detail in due course. At 20 years old Prince Alexander of Monrovia was a pretty decent sexy looking lad, standing five feet ten inches tall with brown hair and eyes, his body was quite athletic and generously proportioned. A nice muscle tone that he had worked up during military school allowed him to carry himself to great effect. The prince was definitely seen as bed worthy sex god and his impeccable manners had the girls he met cooing over him for his affection. Whilst Alden at 23 stood an inch taller and a more heavily set frame from his exercising and now in full military training, he was even more stunning than Alex and usually kept his hair neatly trimmed. Alex on the other hand let his hair grow out, it wasn't long by any means but it was just the right length to grab a handful to hold him still when he was getting fucked from behind. It was this that Jackson found more than stimulating when he was in bed with the prince. When you took everything away and just had Alex standing in front of you he was definitely a catch, a wicked personality that hardly ever shone unless he was in the company of someone he could trust. His parents were discreetly aware that Alex showed no interests in girls and when Alden would go on and on about girls Alex would simply roll his eyes and the check out of the conversation. A month before his first full official state visit Alex arrived back at the palace, he had attended several low key visits in the last few years albeit it was only a brief appearance and quite frankly he could do without the one coming up, this one was a full blown state visit and all the regalia that entailed. It was hard going for him, so much standing and talking, pretending to be interested when all he wanted to do was hide away in his private quarters in the south wing of the palace, having only moved in to them two months ago he hadn't had much chance to spend time there. He was getting older and no longer needed a governess, just like his brother for his 20th birthday he was appointed his own suite of rooms or royal apartment as it was called in the palaces private quarters. His brother was in the west wing occupying the rooms next to the Dowager Queen, their parents had the entire east wing which was also where Alex and Alden had grown up. The north wing or central part of the palace contained all the state and ceremonial rooms along with visiting dignitaries accommodation. The private quarters were still magnificent in space and luxury, importantly they afforded privacy away from public glare. The royal families quarters were all on the first floor with a formal dining, lounge and reception rooms on the ground floor opening up in to the gardens in the east wing. The majority of the ground floor was were the offices and household staff quarters were located. Alex walked part way with his mother to his quarters having a quick catch up and reminding him to be in the downstairs reception room at 3pm for his meeting with the head of the household and his new valet. The Queen laughed watching her son rolling his eyes and glancing at her, he knew better than to question the decisions being made knowing it was happening no matter what he said. Alex kissed his mother on each cheek then bowed his head as she left him, there were still some protocols he learned that had to be respected, after all his parents were the King and Queen. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt Alex arrived at the doors to the reception room at 3pm on the dot, the footman opened the door and announced his arrival 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander', Alex walked in seeing Major Lipscombe standing there next to a sexy looking man dressed in a grey morning suite with white shirt and grey tie. The more Alex looked at the man the more he was warming to the idea of having a valet, he certainly looked well built under the suit and stood just marginally taller than himself. "Your royal highness" Lipscombe said bowing his head, "Welcome back home". Alex nodded then the man spoke "Your royal highness" he said then slowly bowed his head. "Your highness may I introduce Jackson who is appointed as your valet" Lipscombe said. Jackson bowed his head. "Jackson trained as Lord Denholm's valet" Lipscombe informed him. Alex looked at Jackson "How long have you been here in the palace?" he asked. "Almost six months your highness, I have been trained by the Kings valet" Jackson replied with respect. "Your protection officer finishes his palace training in 4 weeks and will be assigned to you then your highness" Lipscombe now told him. Alex let out a small sigh "Is it really necessary?" he asked looking at Lipscombe. "Yes your highness, royal protocol dictates..." Lipscombe started saying. Alex stopped him "Blah blah, yes I know, protocol this, protocol that" he said exasperated. Alex noticed Jackson trying to stop himself smiling, "Something amusing Jackson?" he asked. "No your highness" Jackson replied fighting his urge to smile. Alex smiled at Jackson "Be in my quarters at 6pm then" he said then turned and left the room. Jackson looked at Lipscombe "Is he always like that?" he asked. Lipscombe scowled at Jackson "He, Prince Alexander is a very nice young man, misguided a little but none the less he is a prince". "Of course sir, I didn't mean anything by that" Jackson said apologising. "The Prince needs a lot of training Jackson, he needs to tow the line and stop fighting at every turn" Lipscombe said. Jackson looked at him "I guess by your tone you don't like him" he said confronting Lipscombe. Lipscombe glared at Jackson "Just do your job" he said in an unfriendly tone. "You may go Jackson" Lipscombe said dismissing him, "6pm in the prince's quarters". Jackson didn't have to show any protocol to Lipscombe so he could walk out of the room facing away from him. Personally he thought Major Lipscombe was a nasty piece of work and couldn't work out whose pocket he was in to secure his position as head of the household. Jackson had designs on progressing up the chain and wanted the majors position. At 30 Jackson came from a civil background and fought off hundreds of applications when the palace advertised for a valet position. Residing with Lord Denholm who had employed Jackson from the age of 18 and trained him well, quickly he learnt the ropes of how a noble household was run. With strawberry blond hair and brown eyes he was quite a looker, his body was relatively smooth and well tuned from years of working out in the private gym at the Denholm's mansion. Jackson was gay and this part of his life he never broadcasted around the palace, his sexuality was no secret and for the most part he kept a low profile refusing advances from a couple of the other gay household staff. His involvement with the butler at the Denholm's had been a disaster of a relationship over several years and was partly what drove him to leave. Completely put off of from getting serious with guys he chose random anonymous men for pleasure. Inside work Jackson was devoted to his career and abided by all protocols that members of the royal household must adhere to including a non-disclosure agreement or gagging order as most of the staff preferred to call it. Jackson was one of the elite group that spent time close to their member of the royal family, even Major Lipscombe was not privy to this world as it was behind closed doors. Dead on 6pm Jackson walked in to the small pantry area from the staff passage way and knocked on the door to the lounge of Prince Alexander's quarters, slowly opening the door he walked in. "Your here then!" Alex said coming in to the lounge and checking Jackson out properly for the first time "Good evening your highness" Jackson said bowing his head. Alex smirked trying to keep himself together "Well come on then let's get this over with". Jackson followed Alex in the dressing room "Has your highness decided what to wear?" he asked. Alex turned and looked Jackson up and down "No his highness has not. Undress me" he ordered trying to keep a straight face. Jackson bowed then stepped forward and reached up to unfasten the buttons of the prince's polo shirt. It was the first time Alex caught the male scent of Jackson standing so intimately close, he closed his eyes inhaling quietly but deeply and getting lost in a world of erotic fantasy. "Your highness, may I?" Jackson spoke and Alex opened his eyes forgetting where he was. "What?" Alex replied, "Oh yes of course" he replied lifting his arms up. Alex couldn't help letting out a moan as Jackson wrestled with his shorts "Careful!" he said. Alex could tell Jackson was trying to stop giggling, "Mind the crown jewels" Alex said. "Excuse me one moment your highness" Jackson said backing off and trying to cough the laugh out. "When you have finished you can run me a bath" Alex said putting on a bath robe. Jackson nodded "Of course your highness" he watched Alex dropping his underwear. "Catch" Alex said flicking his under wear up on his foot in the air. Jackson reached out catching them effortlessly, "Well done!" Alex said smirking at him. Jackson could see a very mischievous person under the prince's outer exterior, he smiled and bowed putting the underwear in the dirty laundry basket and went off to run the bath for his prince. Alex went through his clothes looking for something to wear for dinner, fortunately it was just family so it required nothing fancy, he was finding it hard to concentrate knowing he was curious and incredibly turned on by his valet, he understood roughly what valets did but he was about to push this further entering the bathroom. Jackson had taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to stop himself getting wet, Alex stood there naked and waiting casually leaning back against the marbled wall. Jackson turned opening his eyes widely "Your highness" he said gesturing to the bath. Alex walked past and climbed in to the bath "Would you like to wash me?" he asked. Jackson hesitated a moment. "In fact I order you to wash me!" Alex said sitting in the bath. "Yes your highness" Jackson replied, "Will your highness require all of you washed?". Alex smirked "When I trust you then you may wash the crown jewels" he replied giggling. Jackson smiled shaking his head, it didn't take long for Jackson to notice that the prince was sporting an underwater boner and this in turn was causing his cock to stir and had him thinking of all the things he would love to do to the prince. There was never any indication that the prince was bi or gay, it was confusing to Jackson figuring out the signals if there was flirting or just the prince being himself. Nowadays there was no need for secret signals or discreet meets in bushes late at night, being gay was an acceptable part of life across many countries and especially here in Monrovia. The only problem with this was you could never really tell them apart as straight men had become more metrosexual in their attitude and mannerisms. The prince laid back resting his head against the end of the bath staring at Jackson. "You are my first you know" Alex said keeping his eyes focused on Jackson. Jackson glanced at him "I hope you will guide me to things you like your highness" he replied. Alex closed his eyes "Why?" he asked, "Aren't you suppose to anticipate my needs before I know I need them?". "Of course your highness" Jackson replied, "As I get to know you it will fall in to place". Alex smiled and opened one eye "Jackson, drop the highness thing it is so tedious". Jackson stopped washing Alex's leg "I do not think that is wise your highness" he said. "Protocol when other people are around" Alex said looking at him, "When it is us be normal with me". Jackson smiled and nodded "And what do you propose I call you, when it is us?" he asked. "Alex" Alex replied then smiled, "If you dare of course" he added opening one eye again. Jackson saw that twinkle in his eyes "Oh I dare" he said flicking water at Alex. Alex chuckled "I could have you thrown in jail for doing that" he said smirking broadly. "Is that so, then who would catch the royal underwear when you flick them off?" Jackson asked. Alex grinned with his eyes closed "Fuck you!" he said in a soft tone. Jackson tutted and pinched the prince's toe "That is no way for a prince to behave" he said amused. Alex opened his eyes and caught Jackson's "I am serious Jackson, be normal with me". He stared at the prince "I will try but it is who you are" Jackson reminded him. "I know, I just want normal conversation, someone I can feel relaxed around in private" Alex said. Jackson stood and held open a towel "Come on shrimp get out of the bath!" he ordered. Alex poked his tongue out and stood up "How brave of you" he said, "Now dry me". Jackson laughed and threw the towel at him "Do it yourself". Alex threw him a look making Jackson laugh, he was nervous about this whole idea of treating the prince normally and rightly so. It wasn't like the prince had been hidden away from public view, the royal family were very careful to shield the boys as they grew up so not a whole lot was known about Prince Alexander. In the space of an hour Jackson had discovered a very bright, genuinely funny and nice guy hidden inside. Combined with his looks they all equalled dangerous traits that Jackson liked in a man. With the prince dressed and leaving, Jackson tidied up in the dressing room and bathroom then went down the servants passage way to get his dinner. "Jackson" Lipscombe called from his office as he passed by. Jackson stuck his head in the door "Yes" he replied. "Come in" Lipscombe said, "Sit, so tell me how it went?" he asked. Jackson chuckled sitting down "Well I think his highness needs whipping in to shape" he said. Lipscombe smiled "Prince Alexander can be a little tyrant he likes to do things his way". "Yes I got that impression" Jackson replied, "And my god he talks!, wouldn't shut up". Lipscombe raised an eyebrow "Really?" he said smiling, "Well that's a start I guess". Jackson nodded "Major, he did ask that I talk to him normally in private" he explained. Lipscombe sat pensive for a moment "Retain correct protocol when in public and do not overstep the mark" he said. "Of course" Jackson replied in a matter of fact manner. "Good" Lipscombe said, "And I expect you to be my eyes and ears with the prince in return". Jackson raised an eyebrow "Certainly not" he replied causing Lipscombe to glare at him. "Jackson do not cross me" Lipscombe said sounding serious, "You will keep me informed of what goes on". Jackson stood "I will tell you what I think you need to know and nothing more" he replied. Jackson left the office with absolutely no intention of telling Lipscombe anything that went on between the prince and himself, only what he thought would be useful for him to know. He knew enough about the trust that had to exist between valet and master and his liking of the prince so far would go very far in keeping his lips tightly shut. A few days passed by where nothing untoward happened, Alex was enjoying the time he spent with Jackson and they would gossip about the other staff and Prince Alden and his girlfriend Princess Elethera whom Alex didn't care much for. Jackson confirmed that many of the staff agreed with Alex's conclusion that Elethera was after a crown, and the crown of Monrovia was very desirable. By the fourth evening Alex was returning to his quarters a little tipsy from drinking wine at the dinner where his parents were hosting Princess Elethera and her family for a few days. Besides Elethra and her parents the Sovereign Prince Andreas was also staying at the palace. At 30 years old and next in line to the Hellenic throne, he made Alden look like a mouse compared to his attitude, demands and complete arrogance. Alex disliked him from the word go, despite his very Greek looks which were stunning to say the least. His dislike went so far it upset his father the King when he outright refused to chaperone him then eventually they negotiated an agreement to keep him entertained during the day and at dinner. "You don't look very happy Alex" Jackson said walking in to the dressing room. Alex turned to him "That prince is a dick, I really don't like him" he replied. Jackson shook his head. "Dinner was awful and he looks down at me" Alex complained bitterly. Jackson undid the buttons on Alex's shirt "Stop complaining he will be gone soon" Jackson said. Alex could feel Jackson's breath on his cheek "Do not tell me what to do" he replied smirking. "Why?" Jackson asked looking at him inches from his face, "I thought you wanted to be treated like a commoner". His words were left hanging in the air before Alex replied "I do" he replied softly. Alex felt his shirt falling away from his body and stood staring in to the mirror, a strange but unhappy look was etched across his face. Jackson stopped and watched the sad expression on his prince. Jackson slipped momentarily and stepped forward putting a hand on Alex shoulder rubbing it very gently. The prince stared in mirror at Jackson's reflection like he was about to break down, it was like Jackson knew and he gently put his arms around the prince comforting him. In turn Alex leaned back accepting the welcome embrace, he then turned around to face Jackson. Unsure what was driving this Alex leaned forward and his lips touched lightly against Jackson's before he realised what he was doing and pulled back apologising profusely. Jackson stood there smiling with his head cocked to one side, his prince didn't need to say anything and Jackson dropped his professional manner feeling this was the right thing to do. Slowly he put his arms around Alex and gently hugged him again. Alex raised his arms and encircled them around the valet, his hold was much tighter and he rested his head on the shoulder of Jackson. His suspicions confirmed by Alex reacting this way yet he could also tell the prince was scared to invoke anything further. Alex took the scent of Jackson in and he felt an incredible sense of comfort, he knew this was wrong and breaking almost every rule in the royal protocol book by overstepping the mark but he couldn't deny his attraction to Jackson was increasing second by second. Almost in unison they moved their heads until their lips touched again momentarily. Jackson let out a desperate sigh "This is wrong I am sorry" he said trying to move away. Alex held on to him "Please, I need this" he said almost tearing up. Jackson hugged him tightly again "I would do anything for you Alex please know that" he said. They stood alone in the dressing room, his valet holding him and giving the young prince some much needed companionship. Jackson's head was in turmoil yet he couldn't and didn't want to let go of the prince. Alex was unfolding before Jackson's eyes, the young prince had shown his sexuality for the first time inside the palace. His hold was tight in a comforting way and he whispered to Alex 'You can trust me Alex, nothing goes outside of these rooms'. Alex lifted his head and looked at Jackson nodding, he wanted nothing more than to be taken to bed by him and was mustering up the courage to go through with it, slightly disappointed he was lead in to the bedroom where Jackson put him to bed and wished the prince a good night. The silence and stillness of his surroundings only compounded to the loneliness he was feeling.

I would tell my younger self to go ahead and breed that ass. There were so many times when I was younger I agonized over whether or not to use a condom, and if I did top raw, I agonized over whether or not to pull out. So stupid. I would have told myself to just fucking breed. That's where that goes. Put cum in ass.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next and final chapter... Here you go. Can't wait to hear your thoughts... I stood there watching as my boyfriend bounced up and down on Jean's huge hard cock. He was grunting with pleasure as he lowered himself hard against Jean's crotch and pulled himself off, again and again. Jean was guiding him by tweaking hard on my boy's nipples. They were moaning back and forth in French, and I couldn't understand a word. My boy threw his head back and rode Jean's cock and then raised himself up and pulled off. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there dumbstruck. He walked over to me as his hard cock bounced up and down. He wrapped his arms around me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. “Please. I want this. I NEED this!” His hands worked down to my pants, and he unzipped, allowing my now-hard cock to plop out. “We NEED this.” He drew me to where Jean was laying, milking his hard slimy raw dick. It wasn't until my boy pushed my face down into Jean's crotch and I smelled my boy's ass juices that I even realized they had been fucking bare. There was a bit of foamy cum puddled at the base of his cock; It must have been my morning's load having worked its way out with Jean's fucking. I knew it was totally wrong, and maybe a bit dangerous to be playing with this guy who had just lost his lover to AIDS. But it felt so good to be sharing this incredible experience with my boyfriend that I decided to just go with it. My boy wriggled my pants down and Jean pulled my shirt over my head, forcing my tongue to bathe his huge sweaty balls. I ran my hands all over his burly furry chest until my fingers came in contact with his over-sized nipples. He must have been into clamps or something they were so big. My boy pushed me forward until I could chew on Jean's nipples. “Plus sévère! Harder!,” Jean shouted as he forced my face into his chest. My boy was spreading my cheeks. I was always a top with him, and he never paid any attention to my ass at all. It felt great as he pulled my cheeks apart and dove his tongue into my hole. When Jean had had enough of my nipple play, he shoved my face down to his crotch. I swallowed his stick uncut member as deeply as I could, lapping my own cum off his pubes. My boy inserted a finger or two and started loosening my ass up just the way I usually loosened his. I was groaning as Jean held my face down on his dick. He pulled me up again and yanked my legs so that they were alongside him and my ass was an inch over his drooling cock. Jean shouted something in French to my boy that must have been “Put it in his hole!” My boy eased my ass lower until Jean's cock was right at my asshole. My boy was egging me on, encouraging me to take this stranger's bare cock in my ass. “You gonna take his dick? Gonna take his raw load? Gonna milk that cock until he cums?” My head spun, and I saw stars as Jean lurched forward until the head of his cock was splitting me in two. My boy lowered his face to my ass so that he could drool on and lick Jean's cock as it disappeared into my gut. Jean fucked me hard for a few minutes until my legs started to give out. I leaned forward and Jean grabbed my head, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel my face burning as his stubble ground into my sensitive skin. I heard my boy's phone snap as he must have been taking photos of my ass full of raw French cock. He kept snapping as he came up behind me and eased his dick up against my hole. I realized he meant to fuck me alongside Jean! I knew there was no was to protest but I let out a muffled groan into Jean's mouth as my boy speared my ass. They double-fucked me until I was crying in pain. My boy came first, jamming his dick as far into me as it would go. The extra wetness in my ass helped the pain and he then plopped out as Jean jack-hammered into me until he too lost his load, breeding me deep. I pulled off of Jean and collapsed onto the rug. My boy snapped a few pics of their cum running out of my ass and onto the priceless rug. Jean scooped me up, naked in his arms as he kissed my boy hard. “So glad you two were able to make it today. I was afraid you might, how do you say, chicken out.” I figured out that my boyfriend had planned the whole thing. He had wanted me to take this guy's load and had planned the whole weekend just so it would seem like chance. As their loads leaked out of my slack hole, Jean carried me up the stairs and through a gallery into a bedroom. I heard the sound of machines clicking and beeping. There, in a huge canopy bed, hooked up to machines, was a shadow of a man close to death. I knew at once that this must be Jean's lover. I had thought that he was dead, but I realized that Jean had never actually said so, only that his lover had AIDS. Jean laid me down next to his sleeping lover and crawled on top of me. My boyfriend climbed into the bed on the other side and removed the man's oxygen mask and kissed him gently. The man woke up and Jean caressed him and unbuttoned his pyjamas. Together, they pulled down the sheets and Jean swallowed the man's cock. It felt tender and beautiful to be so close to such an intimate moment between lovers running out of time. My boy kissed gently down the man's gaunt frame and joined Jean lapping at his lover's hardening dick. He was at death's door but had no problem getting hard. It was one thing to get double-fucked by this dying man's lover and my boyfriend, but I felt really strange, and very horny, watching these two tongue-bathe a diseased AIDS cock. When the man was fully hard and oozing precum, my boy lapped up a pearl of clear juice and crawled over to me, feeding it to me. I realized that I had toxic precum in my mouth and nearly fainted. I was reeling as my boy swiped some of the man's juice and began rubbing it into his own ass. Jean helped my boy straddle the dying man's body and aimed his lover's bare cock into my boyfriend's quivering ass. It was the third dick my boyfriend had taken that day, and it slipped in easily. My boy lowered himself all the way onto his dick and moaned with pleasure. I heard the machines beeping faster and faster as the old man's heartbeat quickened. My boyfriend leaned forward to kiss the dying man, now gulping for breath without his oxygen. Jean crawled up behind my boyfriends's ass and licked up and down his crack. Jean fisted his cock to full hardness and slipped in into my boyfriend's ass. My boyfriend whimpered as he took those two cocks. I was mesmerized knowing he had an old man's POZ cock bare in his hole. Jean was crying out as he fucked my boy harder and harder, pumping his hips into my boy's body. He went in balls deep and let his load go, filling my boy's ass with his seed. The old man gasped as he too lost his POZ load. They were a sweaty pile of arms and legs, tangled in the sheets. They separated as I came to my senses. I had just watched my boy knowingly take a POZ load. Jean spoke in French as my boy replaced the man's mask and the machines whirred back to normal. My boy nodded. Jean turned to me and said, “Thank you for allowing that to happen. Both of you two will carry on our line for years to come.” I didn't fully comprehend until later that Jean was also POZ. He had also been fucked by the rent boys who had been fucking his lover. I wound up taking his load again once after I had figured it out what had happened and why we were really there. After all, my boy had two POZ loads simmering in his hole and I wanted to even the score. Driving back to our hotel that night, we both had toxic loads leaking out of our asses. My boy explained to me that Jean and his lover were actually his clients, and that taking their loads meant a great deal of money for his firm and for us as well. My boy explained to me that Jean was on meds and I was likely not going to catch anything from him. My boy had not wanted to expose me to any real risk of becoming POZ. He had taken that role for himself as the old man likely had a very high viral load. He asked if we should go on PEP medication, and we decided against it. We would let nature run its course, just as it had for Jean and his lover.