Leaderboard

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

Part 30 - Christmas Festivities Begin Christmas Eve was to fall on a Friday this year which meant the festivities would start on Wednesday with the royal family attending mass at 5pm to mark the start of the Christmas holidays. Thursday evening was see the main even of the year, the Royal Christmas Ball, the first hour of which was televised to the nation since this was an event where members of the public were invited by ballot. In essence it was a celebration of Monrovia and its people, a total of 100 guests from all walks of life were invited along with nobility and government officials. From midday on Christmas Eve the country observed four days holiday where everything was closed, so special was Christmas to the Monrovians that even the airport shut it doors for two days where no flights were permitted to land or take off, the last flight departing on Christmas Eve at 5pm bound for London. For the royal family it meant their Christmas was spent in relative peace except for the usual party for the household staff and their families on Christmas Eve afternoon. It was the royal families way of expressing their appreciation, the party always starts at 3pm with drinks and games then a sumptuous buffet at 5pm served in the state dining room followed by music and games that continued on until late. Like Greenacres where protocol was relaxed, from 3pm it was forbidden unless exceptional circumstances intervened to use the words majesty, highness or even bow and curtsey. Early January would bring Alex's birthday on the 10th and this would be his 21st birthday marking his official coming of age in royalty terms. It also held one other significant meaning, the trust fund from his grand father's estate would officially be passed down to him. For Alex it was his last milestone in royal life, a big celebratory masquerade ball was to be held on the evening of his birthday and a national holiday had already been decreed by the government. His popularity since taking on royal engagements and his active involvement in charity work had increased and was now in as much demand as his brother drawing ever larger crowds where ever he was attending engagements. Since the footage of Alex chatting happily to shoppers a few weeks ago had gone viral, it was unknown to him that he had become quite the royal sensation spotlighting Monrovia and the royal family. Alden and Alex had quickly become known as to the two most desired singles on the royal market, however, the intrigue surrounding Prince Alexander and who he was seen with was what the press was hungry for and more interested in. Speculation was rife with who he should be matched up with in the celebrity world, one magazine even ran a matchmaking series of stories detailing who and why they would be a match in heaven for Prince Alexander. Tuesday morning had started out okay as far as Max was concerned and he was busy for most of the morning selling art and sorting out Asa's next gallery open night for late January. Part of him was intrigued about Asa accepting a commission to paint Prince Alexander's portrait for his 21st birthday, it was either that or jealousy that Asa would be seeing Alex. Sitting back down at his desk the words his mother spoke to him played over in his head as they had done every time he saw a picture of Alex. Opening the browser on his laptop he only had to type the letters PR for the search history to reveal the latest news on the person he was seeking. The picture of a happy prince attending the ballet with his family and in the background was that same man, that fashion designer who seemed to be appearing in a lot of pictures where Alex was concerned, there was one video he had missed previously that had been viewed 87 million times. Intrigue had Max clicking on it to watch as someone had posted a video of Prince Alexander out Christmas shopping, the video showed the Alex who Max really knew, he was really genuine and kind to everyone who came up to him. Once it finished he read some of the comments until he saw one from a person in Monrovia 'Royalty doesn't come better than Prince Alexander and his family, so funny and normal he is our lovely prince and proud of him'. This morning he had picked up another copy of Bonjour magazine after hearing about the articles being written on Alex. It amused him no end reading about the what the magazine thought they knew of the prince and who he could be matched with, in truth they knew very little. Alex was one prince who sat under the radar as far as his personal life was concerned. Max couldn't help but smile looking at the pictures of Alex until he was interrupted by Asa appearing in art gallery. He walked over to Max's desk and coughed to get his attention noticing he was miles away. "Asa, hi" Max said not even bothering to close the browser or magazine. "You are still reading up on him then" Asa remarked sitting opposite Alex. Max nodded "Come on get it out whatever you have to say" he said looking at Asa who shrugged. Max turned the laptop around "Seems this Josh person is in all the photos" he said. "So what!" Asa replied studying the picture and looking at other ones, "There is nothing there". Max turned it back round to face him "What do you mean?" he asked looking at the pictures. "They might be sexing each other but there is no love there" Asa informed him confidently. Max looked at him "But he as gone out in public with him, a sure sign" he said. "Nah, there is no love between them" Asa added like he knew the prince intimately. Max chuckled "When did you become such an expert?" he asked. "Body language and they never seem to be looking in to each others eyes" Asa replied sitting back. There was a momentary silence, "Anyway when you two are together it is obvious" Asa now said. "You are sniffing to much paint cleaner again" Max replied jokingly with his gaze fixed on Alex. "I am off to Monrovia on the 4th of Jan" Asa informed Max who looked up. "Well say hello to him for me" Max said closing the laptop lid to focus on Asa. "If you don't go and get him Max I will bed him!" Asa said making his intention clear. Max smirked "You really are sniffing paint cleaner!" he replied, "A prince would not like me just turning up". "How do you know?" Asa asked, "He is in love with you and you turned him down dick head". Max sighed "What do you want Asa?" he asked trying to get off the subject of Alex for once. "To take you for lunch and talk about my next gallery opening" Asa replied standing up. Asa glanced at Max "So how much time are you spending searching him on line?" he asked. Max gave up "Way too much, seeing him in videos doing his royal bit, he is amazing". Max smiled standing up and they walked across the road to a small bistro for lunch. They talked extensively for an hour before Asa returned to the subject of Max, without flowering his words he came straight to the point over and over telling Max how much of an idiot he was being. Countering every argument that Max could throw at him and leaving him feeling defeated and truly berated over his actions that had no real foundation. "Even I am in love with you and I know I can't compete against him" Asa said paying the bill. Max sat back and tried smiling "You just want sex Asa, that is not enough for me" he replied. "Seriously! See you even underestimate my interest in you" Asa replied looking seriously at him. "We are way past that Asa,." Max said watching Asa who nodded then smiled, "Anyway you are to sexually aggressive for me". "I know" Asa said laughing and leant forward holding Max's hand, "You love him Max, please go and get him". Max threw his hands up admitting defeat "So you will?" Asa asked standing and putting his coat on. "I am not saying I will, I need to think, be completely sure" Max replied standing. Asa rolled his eyes "Man you are such a pole at times Max, think about your happiness for once". Returning to his desk that afternoon Max searched for return flights to Victoria noticing that that last one back was on the 24th at 5pm then nothing until 27th. He took a look around the art gallery then got his credit card out and booked a flight out tomorrow morning at 10am and returning on the 24th. He had not even bothered checking with David the gallery owner before booking them, it didn't matter since they were cheap flights so he could make his mind up in the morning. He was sweating from anxiety and unsure how he would even find Alex or even get near to him. It had been a busy afternoon for Alex attending the Royal Institute of Science and Technology to hear about latest innovations and he yawned as the car pulled up to the palace with Liam by his side. "You coming to the gym?" Alex asked as the footman opened the door bowing. "No I have to go out" Liam replied, "Just take it easy you look exhausted". "I will" Alex promised as they walked in to the palace. Alex couldn't be bothered to work out and decided on a swim and steam instead. The gym area was quiet and Alex went to the pool and swam for half an hour then checking it was quiet still he stripped naked chuckling to himself and went in to the steam room. Oblivious to the other person laying on their back in silence. Alex sat down a made a sighing sound as the heat penetrated around his body. He heard a noise and was about to turn to see who it was but they were quick and kissed him full on, his hands roamed up along the arms holding him and feeling the muscles he knew exactly who it was. He body suddenly started rising in the air as the kissing intensified and finding himself laid on his back as his legs were forcibly pushed up around those familiar thighs. Without a word spoken Alex moaned in to the mouth locked on to him, his hole being forced apart as the cock pushed in penetrating him to the core in one slick movement. With not time to adjust himself the hips started slamming against his arse with a steady force pushing Alex up along the bench. He tried raising his head only to find the muscular arm slipped behind his neck and held him firmly in place keeping their mouths locked. Alex started responding kissing him back with subtle aggression as his body reacted to the cock inside him. Without missing a beat the pace quickened with every thrust, faster and faster it got. Alex wanted to moan loudly but he was lost in the kissing, his whole body rippled form the force of the thrusting hitting against him, only his head remained perfectly still locked in the kiss. The body above him stretched going taught breaking the kiss and several painful deep penetrating thrusts were delivered announcing the orgasm , the arm pulled Alex's head in to the crook of the neck as the orgasm peeked. Alex clasped his arms around the body holding it down on to him. The surprise sex had resulted in a prince of putty, his legs wrapped tightly around the waist wanting to stay in this position. He felt the kisses across his forehead, cheek and mouth again "Happy Christmas" Liam said. Alex chuckled "Happy Christmas" he replied kissing him deeply, "God I miss this" he added. Liam smiled "It hasn't been that long" he said looking down at his prince. Alex ran his hands along the familiar body "Lie to me again and I will withhold sex" he said. Liam let go and stood up "I would like to see how long you can resist!" he exclaimed. "Is that it?" Alex asked looking at him through the steam, "You are going now?". Liam sat by Alex "This is getting too comfortable Alex..." he started saying. "Are you breaking up with me?" Alex asked sitting up with a worried look. "Not as such. I feel like I am taking advantage of you sometimes for my pleasure" Liam replied. Alex shook his head "Do not do this Liam" he pleaded, "You mean the world to me". "Alex I am not going anywhere, maybe we should cool the sex thing down a bit" Liam explained. Alex stared at him "I am worried that I will be the one who falls in love" Liam said openly. "No, it will not happen Liam" Alex said immediately, "I don't love you so it won't happen". Liam smiled stroking Alex's leg "Does Polly know about us?" Alex asked. Liam was silent for a moment "Yes, she knows and kind of understands" he replied. Alex looked down slowly shaking his head "And where does that leave us?" he asked. Liam kissed him on the head "You and I will always be close Alex and I am here for you". Alex ran his fingers down Liam's face "So now you have to be the one to promise not to fall in love". Liam nodded and looked Alex in the eye, no matter how hard he fought against it he was still drawn to his prince. Liam moved closer and softly kissed Alex on the mouth several times before they seamlessly attached themselves to each other and kissed for several minutes until Alex moved and knelt in front of him. Kissing his neck and chest he moved sensually lower down the muscular torso, his chin hitting the erect cock of his protection officer. Alex closed his eyes softly and slowly ran his tongue along the shaft until he reach the tip then sank his mouth around and down the length of the cock. He heard Liam moan above him as his hands gripped the sides and Alex's head guiding him at a steady pace. Liam unable to resist and so turned on allowed Alex to pleasure him until he orgasmed again and Alex spluttered as his mouth filled with cum. Alex swallowed then continued gently sucking away until the cock began to soften, raising himself up he kissed Liam. Alex leaned back and smirked "If you try and break up with me I will ruin your life!" he said. Liam chuckled seeing Alex was joking "Dirty cock sucker" he said kissing him aggressively. Alex pushed him away "Stop doing that or I will need fucking again" he said laughing. Liam stood up "Now I really do have to go out Alex" he said picking his towel up. "Liam!" Alex called after him, "You and I, we are okay aren't we?" he asked looking worried. Liam smiled "Of course Alex" he replied, "I serve to protect and care for you" he added. Liam walked out of the steam room leaving Alex there who giggled away to himself in his post sex euphoria. Liam walked back to his quarters to change, in his head stopping this seemed so easy, in reality Alex just did something to him that he couldn't put his finger on. Thankfully he had been honest with Polly about his assignations with the prince, although shocked at first she realised that it was either a case of losing Liam or accepting it. Once she understood the truth behind it after Liam had told her he had the king's blessing she was comfortable with it. That evening Max tried to sleep and kept looking at his small packed suitcase. He was about to take a step in to the unknown that had no definitive conclusion or end, he had to try and find Alex and get to him before he broke himself. Even whilst packing he was unsure if he was doing the right thing and if he even got to speak to Alex would he be willing to accept Max in his life after he ran away from it. He knew what he needed to do and finally after making his decision he slept until 7am then slipped out leaving a note telling his parents he was going away for a few days to think things through properly. His last few tasks was to phone his boss telling him was out and would return to work on the 27th then texting Gareth to let him know he was going away using the same excuse that he needed some alone time to think and get his head in order. Checked in he wandered around Heathrow that was busy with thousands of passengers heading off for Christmas. The airport doing it's best to get in the Christmas spirit and catch passengers attention as they waited for flights to spend money in the shops. Fortunately Max didn't have long to wait at the airport since he knew if he sat down for a minute he would start over thinking his plan and probably back out. Once he boarded the flight to Victoria he could tell Christmas was coming as the cabin crew were wearing Santa hats. He took his seat on the aisle sitting next to a lady in her 30's he guessed and listening to music on her headphones, she looked up and smiled acknowledging him. The one thing Max never even thought to do was was checking what the weather was like and was shocked to see the seat back video displaying the current weather in Victoria as snowing and minus two degrees. There was no way he had enough clothing for that sort of weather and started fretting that he would need to go clothes shopping as soon as he landed. The lady next to him dozed for the first few hours until the announcement was made that they were starting the descent to Victoria. Pulling her seat upright she glanced over at Max who still had a worried look on his face. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, "Only you look a little worried or anxious". Max nodded "Yes I am fine, sorry I have a lot going on in my head that I am unscrambling". She smiled "You here for Christmas?" she asked him as the plane engines decreased power. "Probably coming back on Friday, just a quick visit" Max informed her. "Shame you are not staying, Christmas is magical and a big celebration here" she informed him. "Celebration?" Max asked looking at her. "Oh yes, the royal family attend a mass a 5pm today to mark the start of Christmas" she said. Max suddenly had interest in the lady next to him "Right, so where do they do that?" he asked. She laughed "The cathedral on Balenciaga plaza of course". "And the royal family?" Max now asked, "I mean what are they like?". "Well loved and respected in many ways, course the youngest prince is gay" she informed him. "Really?" Max asked quietly amused, "Does it matter. That he is gay?". "Not at all, in fact every one pays a bit more interest in Prince Alexander's life now" she replied. Max smiled "Why is that, because he is gay?" he asked. She chuckled, "Everyone is guessing who he would partner with" she said opening a magazine. "Is that him?" Max asked feigning he had never known the prince. "Yes, but people focus more on his protection officer, he is dam hot!" she said giggling away. Max smiled reading the article "They do seem to be liked in Monrovia". She nodded "And Prince Alexander is very popular, always stops and talks to people when shopping". "He goes shopping?" Max asked remembering the video but curious if it was a one off. "Yes every year, is the royal families normality that people love, but they still have their regal air about them" she added. Max laughed "Normal?" he asked jovially, "Royalty is no where near normal". She smiled "Yes I know what you mean. Our royal family are very in touch with real life though and their country". He studied the picture carefully "And who is this in the picture?" he asked pointing to a lady. "Princess Marie, the king's sister who stepped back from royal life" she informed Max. Max raised an eyebrow "Married her protection officer causing a bit of a scandal" she went on to explain. "Because he was not royalty?" Max asked looking up at her. "No" she shook her head, "It was her stepping away from royal duty, government asked for her title to be removed". Max nodded "The dowager queen waded in, said she was still royalty and was to retain it". "She is the king's mother right?" Max asked looking at the formidable woman. "Yes, the king was under pressure to remove it then reached a compromise on her husband's title" she said. Max nodded again listening intently "He became a Duke whilst she retained her title" she finished. Her words echoed in Max's ears as the seat belt chime went off, he couldn't help wondering if fate was going to bring Alex the same challenge if they got together. Max fastened his seat belt and could see nothing from his seat out of the window except the cloud base they were flying through. Suddenly the plane descended and cleared the clouds as the landing gear rumbled from its housing being deployed. Max could now make out the blanket of snow covering as far as his eyes could see. The plane landed quite hard on the runway ensuring the brakes engaged quickly due to the continuing snowfall outside. Disembarking Max could see what the lady had meant about Christmas being a big celebration in Monrovia, the airport was completely festooned. The gate agents all wore tinsel and Santa hats, in fact everywhere you looked people had Christmas jumpers on and then he saw it in the arrivals hall. A large picture of the royal family wearing Christmas jumpers with a huge tree behind them and the words 'Happy Christmas from our family to yours'. Even looking at the life size poster of Alex made his heart skip a beat and he knew the decision to come and find him was right. It was just how to find him that kept fogging his brain, perhaps stand outside the palace until Alex saw him. During the entire train journey he was playing over what he would say if he saw him until he arrived at Victoria's central station, luckily he had got a room in the only hotel on Balenciaga plaza remembering that it was a short walk to the palace from his short trip here a few years ago. Standing outside the station it was only a short stroll to the plaza but it was snowing heavily now so he grabbed a taxi and by 2.30pm he was checked in to the hotel and inside his room overlooking the plaza. Having purchased a warmer coat at the airport along with gloves and hat he was much better prepared, even the sight of the plaza covered in snow with Christmas trees and lights was enough to lift his spirit. Undoubtedly there was a magical feeling everywhere about Christmas, that and it was snowing seemed to make the whole thing perfect in Max's eyes. Alex sat in the family lounge talking with Alden and watching the snow falling, the log fire burning away gave off the pine cone aroma filling the room with a very Christmas smell. The two princes were so relaxed and happy to be together alone in each others company which was becoming a rare thing now Alex had started public engagements. "Are you coming tonight?" Alex asked pouring a cup of tea for Alden and himself. "Not sure, it is all your buddies" Alden replied using air quotes and giggling. "Come on, Francis and Jackson are coming" Alex informed him. Alden took his cup of tea "Thanks bro, of course I will come, who else is coming?" he now asked. "Liam, Artem, Marty, Tom and my new friend Josh" Alex replied putting the teapot down. "Josh" Alden cooed softly, "Are you and him going to hitch up?" he asked keeping it casual. Alex shook his head "No, there is nothing romantic between us" he replied happily. Alden looked at him seriously for a second "Are you still angry about Jackson?" he asked. "Furious with you!" Alex exclaimed then smiled, "No. I mean I have Artem now". "And have you?" Alden asked grinning. Alex chuckled "Certainly not, the guy is so straight he doesn't bend" he said bluntly. "Sorry I interfered with Jackson bro" Alden now said putting his tea cup down. Alex nodded "You did what you did for the crown. He helped me you know" he said smiling. Alden looked at him "Helped me discover who I am" Alex replied, "Then Max came along". As soon as spoke the words his expression and mood changed "Alex get over him" Alden said. "I can't Max, I know he broke my heart in London but he flicks all the switches inside me" Alex said sadly. "Stop thinking about him and move on, find someone who accepts who you are" Alden advised. Alex sat back resting his head against Alden's shoulder "I have tried Alden, really I have". Alden put his cup down "Maybe you should talk with Auntie Marie tomorrow when she arrives". "Yes I could do, she knows best how to handle these situations" Alex agreed. "Your royal highnesses, it is time to prepare for the mass" the footman reminded them. They both downed their tea and went their separate ways to change in to their royal tunics for the Christmas mass, formal royal attire was customary and required since the governor premier and all heads of public office attended and dressed up as well. Artem placed the purple sash over the blue tunic and attached the broaches in perfect alignment. At 4.45pm they were assembled where Alex and Alden would travel in the royal car behind their parents, the prince's protection officers taking the car behind waited for the prince's to get settled in their car for the short drive to arrive at 5pm sharp.

---- Part 3 ---- I scowled back at him and leaned over, spitting on his exposed pucker before slamming my rigid cock half way into his tight hole. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but my bare cock was now into my ex's hole, just like he'd asked and how he said he wanted it. The scream from Paul's mouth told me it hurt him too. "Oh fuck no... you're MY bitch, now" I growled back at him as my cock pulled back, leaving just the head inside. Another hard lunge forward and I was balls deep inside of him. Even with the adrenaline pumping through my body I could feel him quivering from the invasion. I looked down and his face was buried into the bedding, muffling his cries and I chuckled to myself. I adjusted my position a bit to be able to fuck him better and then started the slow thrusts. His tight hole and just a little spit made each shove a chore. "Fuckin tight there, Paul. The daddies haven't been fuckin you much?" I said, as my hips slammed into his ass. I heard a muffled yell in response and began to plow faster. I was never one of those guys that oozed precum while fucking, I guess my body saved it up for delivering the load of cum which usually was pretty big. After a few minutes of pounding him, I pulled all the way out and spit on his hole again. It was a pretty pathetic looking gape, but he was tight and I wasn't very thick. I didn't intend on him staying unfilled long either and shoved back in. He tried to crawl away, but his head hit the headboard, trapping him. "bam bam bam" filled the room repeatedly as each stroke of my cock slammed his body forward into the headboard. After a minute he pushed back as I drove my cock in and the sound of his head banging into the headboard was replaced with the "whack" of our bodies slamming together. "Good little bitch. Don't want to piss off the neighbors" I snarled. I'd never talked to the guys I fucked like this. Paul had really riled me up and flipped a switch inside me that I didn't even know existed. I never expected Paul to be the bury your head and take it type bottom either, but that's what he was doing. It just proved to me that he was doing this for only one thing. Maybe he thought our relationship was over and I was just a convenient dick to give him a toxic load. I could play that game, but I also wanted something more. He was going to get my cock and fresh, viral seed, but I'd do it on my terms. The thrusts got faster and my hands moved up his back. One arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him up against mine as we rutted. My hips were doing the work now and the closer I got the tighter I held him. His whimpers got louder and I nestled my head over his shoulder. "You're gonna be my bitch forever" I growled into his ear just before I planted my cock to the base and let my balls empty. The first few shots were strong and my whole body shook. Over a week's worth of pent up cum filled his guts with a million little bugs in search of a new home. My hips pulled back slightly and thrust in again, churning up the cum and adding a few more spurts. I heard a pained cry come out of Paul as his body fell limp in my arms. I held him up until the last throb from my cock ended. Slowly I lowered him down on the bed and laid on top, waiting for my cock to soften. A few minutes later I pulled out and was surprised at how stiff my dick still was. The sheen of cum coating it was definitely not pearly white or even a shade of brown. The darker shade of pink told me how badly I'd wrecked his cunt. Paul was face down on the bed, passed out. Crawling off the bed, I chuckled and dug into my toy box, grabbing a couple restraints and a plug. With his hands tied to the bed and the plug stuffed into his ass, I went in search of a marker. Wiping the sweat off of his right shoulder, I wrote "Poz", a line below it and one vertical mark. Quickly, I rinsed off in the shower, dried myself and fell down on the couch. I flipped on the TV and took the lone joint out the baggie and lit it. I didn't smoke much and only did it on special occasions. This seemed like it fit the bill. With a good chill in my naked body, I dozed off. I woke to some noise from the bedroom. Grabbing the remote, I turned the TV off and went to see what Paul wanted. "What the fuck, dude?" Paul said as he tugged against the ropes. My hand tapped a half dozen times on the plug and he cried out in pain. "You tried to run away during our fuck earlier so I wanted to make sure you didn't escape while I let my balls refill" I said, chuckling afterwards. He kept tugging and I kept laughing. "How ya feeling? You said you wanted a hard fuck. Normally that's not my thing but for you I made an exception" I said softly as I stroked his back. "I said hard, not destroy my ass. I won't be able to take dick for weeks" Paul said. "Au contraire, mon ami. That was just the first of the weekend. I wonder how many I can shoot before you go back home" I said. "Oh fuck" Paul exclaimed. "That's the idea. We might do a few other things, but fucking is always on the menu. Oh, and that load you promised me on Sunday? That will be the last one you blow for the next three weeks. I want the last neg one you ever shoot. You use me, I use you" I said as I slapped his bare ass. His body shivered underneath my hand. I knew this wasn't how he thought this was going to go down, but if he wanted to get fucked this weekend I'd do it however I wanted. Crawling on top of him, I untied the ropes from the bed before sliding off the other side, next to him. He felt my stiff shaft drag over his back before my fingers grabbed the base of the plug. He screamed out, pushing his face back into the bed to muffle the noise. I knew his hole was still sore and hoped it would be for the next several days. Dropping the plug over the edge of the bed, I heard it hit the rug with a thud. Next, I pulled myself back on top of him and speared his now open hole with my cock. The plug had stretched him open and my dick went into Paul a lot easier than last time. He still groaned, since much of the cum had soaked into his body during our nap, leaving little for lube. This fuck lasted only twenty minutes or so and was mostly long slow strokes. I wasn't making love to him and based on the slightly pained moans, the constant drilling was adding to the damage from earlier. When my balls began to tingle again, I pushed on his shoulders and drove my cock in more frantically. He let out a loud moan when my cock pulsed, dumping several more shots of my newly tainted seed into his gut. When my cock had softened, I pulled out and reached over the side of the bed, grabbing the plug again. When the plug's tip hit his pucker, he pushed his face back into the bed. Just like when it came out, he yelled out again. I woke a few hours later and Paul was curled up next to me with his back on my chest. When I tugged on the plug, he woke and just muttered "Oh fuck." I laughed as I got back on my knees and once again shoved my cock into his ravaged hole. He was still on his side and my cock was plowing into new territory. He was still sore and I could hear the pain in each grunt. About half way through our ten minute fuck I rolled him on to his back, leaving my cock planted inside him as he twisted. This time it was me looking down at him, smiling. He started to smile back but when I thrust in hard, he grimaced and groaned. Slowly I began to drill faster until I couldn't wait any longer. I had never fucked a guy three times in a day, so I was surprised that there still were a half dozen big spurts of jizz shooting out of my cock. I reached down and grasped his partially hard shaft and squeezed. "No shooting until Sunday" I said, laughing afterward. My cock slipped out of his hole and I rolled him back on to his stomach. Seeing the marker on the bedstand, I grabbed it and added two more hash marks on his shoulder. "What the fuck?" Paul asked. "Just keeping track of how much cum that pussy holds" I said, chuckling again. I turned out the lights and crawled back in bed, nuzzling next to him and falling asleep.

The hotel 10 load breeding session I’m just back from an overnight breeding session. I managed to take 10 loads in all. I booked a hotel room and posted online that no load would be refused. I was about to head for the train to the hotel when I was offered a mouthful. A local guy wanted an anon blowjob whilst his boyfriend was at work. I just about had time. I had sucked this guy and his boyfriend off before. Neither is aware that I eat the others load which makes it so horny. The next 24 hours saw me take every load offered so start As you mean to go on. So I stripped to my jock and socks and put the pup hood on. A few minutes later he let himself in and unzipped in front of me on my knees. He pushed his soft dick into my open mouth and leaned back as I got to work. It quickly went from semi to solid as he groaned with pleasure. He tasted great with hot sticky precum. Still in His tight boxers his cock teased towards my throat when he stopped me. I was told to stand as he wanted to ‘play with my hole’. I stood and bent over the sofa. He used his fingers at first but then His wet cock started at the top of the crack of my ass and he slowly slid down towards my hole. There he paused to wipe his precum, just gently opening me to take his head. He repeated several times... Then he just pushed his way inside me. I thought perhaps he just wanted to say he’d been in me. I let him play. I thought of sucking his bf off Discretely, like i had done many times behind his back. In face I think his boyfriend had worn the same boxers that were now on the floor, and the very same socks he was stood in with his solid dick inside me. He switched from playing balls deep in me to fucking my cunt. It was clear his 4day load wasn’t going home to the bf. He was gently groaning while sliding his solid dick in and out of my cunt. He was pulling out and stabbing my hole with it. I now really wanted his load in me as lube for my open door fuck session. ‘I may just need to.... breed you’, was the exclamation as gave me his nutt and unloaded inside me. He spent a few minutes pumping his full load into me, before climbing back into his boxers and heading for the door and back to his boyfriend! While I headed to the hotel room for some loads! To be continued!

I think "pig" is more of a state of mind. There's no one thing that makes one a pig, whether it be a fisting pig, or a poz pig, or a leather pig, or a pain pig. See? There's so many kinds! Some of us have multiple kinks, and can access those abilities as needed. Others focus solely on one thing, and do it well (or not, depending on their experience and actual ability). Imagine you are a piss pig. That's your thing. At a bathhouse, you meet another who describes himself as a pig - but he's a bondage pig. That's not in your skill set. And piss isn't his thing. So two pigs are not the same. Each person has their own skill set and interests, but in the example, it's not really a match. It's also a matter of how one identifies, even if others don't necessarily SEE it or see you as such. You may identify as woman, but if what most people see is a man, there's some perception playing into it, but also personal biases. A personal story: I competed in a leather contest in 2017, and someone who did not like me shouted at me during our class's group photo op on the first night. He said, "Wipe that fake smile off your face, you're not a real leatherman." I knew who it was and who it was directed at. I saw myself one way, and he disagreed. (He's also known for stirring up trouble and attacking titleholders who don't agree with his politics, but that's another tale.) That aside, there are many meanings of pig. How one chooses to live out their own interpretation is up to them. We can't tell each other, "Here's a list of things you need to do or accomplish to be considered a ______ pig." No one tells you that you are - you just ARE. And one can get better at the things they do. Some of us need more education and actual experience than others for whom the skills are innate. Does this make sense?

It’s strange that I was sexually abused by 3 different men all completely unrelated. The first abuse was when I was in kindergarten playing with a neighbor at his house that was like 3 houses down. My friend introduced me to a game where we would touch our dicks together. A few days later while playing in my basement we did it more but he taught me to kiss his dick and he did mine which turned into oral. We did this for a few weeks I would guess before he taught me about fingering each other’s asses. My dad caught us touching our dicks together and that ended that. I look back and I feel sorry for my friend because he was obviously being abused by someone at such a young age to know about these things. The bad thing for me was I was really aware of sexual pleasure at a young age. several years later as a preteen I was abused by my great uncle although it was very pleasureful at at the time I know now it was really fucked up what he did. He groomed me gay porn and slowly and methodically trained me to be his personal cum dump. For years he had total access to me and fucked me multiple times a week. As fun as it was then it set me up to be exploited by older men in my early teens. a couple years later after my great uncle met a man and moved away I was abused by my next door neighbor who was an old retired gay man. It’s a very long story but from like 11 to 14 I became his boy any he fucked me all the time and would bring in other men to fuck me often which I later found out he was turning me out and charging these guys to fuck me. By 14 I was broken. I felt fine but I had to have sex with older men like an addict. I spent the the next 15 years of my life searching non stop for older guys to fuck my ass. Now here I am still happy so I guess I did ok.

I have two Collins - medium and large. Had a buddy here two weeks ago who is totally into ass play. I worked him over with tongue, fingers and then increasing sized toys. Really took our time opening him up. Then I used the Collins speculum on him and I'm really not sure who was more turned on.... him or me. As others have mentioned... it takes time and patience, so as not to harm the bottom's hole. But once he was open... I took my time and slid my cock inside his hole and gave him a nice warm load. Then, since he was open and in the sling.... I found it very easy to piss into his cummy ass. He had been stroking slowly up until that point. When he felt me start to piss, it put him over the top. He said he wants it again. (me too!!!).

Planned a layover in Atlanta Sunday night and went to Flex. Only large room available was the sling room so I got it. Walked around wearing only a harness and chastity cage, no towel. Only wore the jockstrap when ass up on the bed and didn't when in the sling. Between being anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed and blindfolded in the sling in the room I took 16 loads. Some guys dropped 2 loads in me. While walking the hallway I saw this tall, muscular slightly beefy Latino in his mid to late 20s I guess. Hot! Figured he would blow me off and keep going. A little small chat and as I reached for his dick under his towel he pulled it out. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him in the hallway. I then said I have a room if he wants to go. Luckily it was right behind us. He said yes and we went. He laid on his back and I started sucking him. As he got hard he asked if I wanted to ride him. I didn't hesitate to slide down on him raw. I rode him for a bit then he started fucking me. After a short while I started riding him again and he said he was about to cum. When I thought he was about to cum I came down on him and held him inside as he shot his load in me. I collapsed on top of him and we started to kiss and make out for a short while. Both of us sweating. Set a new best taking 17 loads in one night. Previously had taken 15 loads at Flex before New Years and 15 once before at Crew Club in DC. Pic below is of the Latino guy and myself.

I totally understand how this happens…that the story you tell takes you on its own ride, the details and scenes you want to share so that the characters come alive for the reader, because they are alive in your head. And you want your characters to live through the story, not just find a solution two sentences after they have a problem. You write so well, engaging us all. @losolent I love the background, the buildup, the honesty, every word. I will trust you not to break my heart with Alex, Max, Liam, or the rest of the characters who are really amazing people. And perhaps you don’t know this, perhaps you do, but your ability to write such kind, sympathetic characters says much about your own character, and who you are. Thank you for writing this, and sharing it with us.

2. The Perfect Slave Jesse’s reading a book on a chaise lounge by the pool, but he keeps losing his place. The shirtless pool man—most definitely a man, not a pool boy—glances his way a couple of times from the far end of the pool. This guy has to be, Jesse thinks, one of the most ruggedly handsome men he’s ever seen, even from this distance. Slim waist, washboard abs, broad shoulders, longish sun-lightened brown hair, scruffy beard with a full mustache and hairy sideburns, and chest hair that aches to have a hand run through it. He’s mister fantasy cowboy in gym short instead of chaps. No, more like one of those perfect guys in magazine ads for expensive watches or name-brand colognes—water beaded on sculpted pecs—pictures he jerked off to back in his Long Island bedroom. The pool man squats holding his pH testing tubes up to the sun, his lats glisten with sweat, a tuft of black hair under his arm, muscular butt fills out his black gym shorts, thighs taut in a crouch, calves flexed, extra-large bare feet. Satisfied with the pH levels, he dumps the tube's liquid on the deck. He snaps up his kit and returns it to the shed where vacuum hoses, chlorine canisters, and other paraphernalia of his trade are kept. Jesse shoves his face back in his book searching for where he left off. Absently he runs a hand over his newly-buzzed scalp. He’s totally caught off guard when the pool man calls over to him, “Hey, Cue-ball, what’cha readin’?” The pool man closes the shed doors and saunters around the pool in a stride that conveys supreme confidence. An unmistakable oscillation in his gym shorts leaves no question as to why he’s so confident. He sits on the edge of the adjoining chaise across from Jesse, folds his hands in front of him, elbows on knees leaning forward, the bare tip of foreskin peeking out from a leg of his loose silk shorts. “Looks dirty.” Jesse feels his face flush as he again runs his hand self-consciously over his shaved head (a late night inspiration of Mr. McPherson's, reluctantly agreed to by him before he was allowed to go off to his quarters). In a way the buzz cut gives him a feeling of renewal, but he’s still getting used to it. Jesse flips the book around and inspects the two Tom of Finland men fucking on the cover. Trying to sound casual, he reads aloud the title: "The Perfect Slave." “’Hah!” croaks the man. “Mac gave you a manual?” “I dunno. It was in my room," Jesse says, squinting into the sun. "I think it's just a made-up story.” He only now notices some disturbing welts on the man’s wide shoulders he hadn't seen from far away. “All the books in my room are about slaves and masters and junk. Some of them are really nasty, but this one not so much.” Jesse feels the man studying him. His dark olive eyes land on Jesse’s underwear. Shading his brow, curious to get a better look at the man, he sits up on the chaise and asks, “Is 'Mac' Mr. McPherson?” “Mac is what me and Tommy call him, yeah." He reaches out to shake hands. His big mitt fully engulfs Jesse's small paw. "I'm Eros." His grip is really strong, leaving Jesse’s hand a little sore. “Don’t tell anyone," he whispers conspiratorially, "but my name’s really Eric, but Mac and Dante had other ideas. So Eros it is! Me and Tommy are in the shack down by the walkway.” “I’m Jesse. But Cue-ball sounds about right,” Jesse says, grinning. “Yeah, I seen the shack. Looks small for two guys.” “S’okay. Works for me and Mr. T—Tommy. T does the gardening, I do the pool. Sometimes we do Mac and Dante. Sometimes they do us,” Eros explains with a broad smile. He’s taken aback by something else he didn’t see from far away: Eros has a few missing teeth. He assumes with his flawless frame and face he'd be perfect—Jesse scans his furry six-pack abs, his cut arms and legs, his brown hair he’s putting into a ponytail—but up close he can pick out minor oddities: a bruise under an eye, the nervous clenching and unclenching of his jaw, two grisly scars along his right wrist, more than a few nasty purple bruises inside the crook of his arms and a nasty one on his ankle. “So what’s Mac’s book teaching you about being a perfect slave?” Eros asks, nodding at the book. “It's just a dumb story. Um, I haven’t read that much." "What's it about?" Eros leans back, his black armpit hair sticks out, glistening with sweat from the earlier pool vacuuming. Jesse bets this man doesn’t trim anything. "So far? I guess it’s about these two guys who meet this older master, and one of them gets scared and runs off. But in a couple of months, because he didn't hear from his friend, the guy who ran off gets worried and goes back to the master’s house and sees the master has trained his friend to be like the perfect slave." Eros looks at him intensely, like no one has ever looked at him before. It makes him nervous and he begins chattering faster. "Like, I don't know, like he didn’t even know his friend anymore. Like his friend was completely buff now, and, like, worked out every minute and had this totally shredded body, but he isn’t all there.” Jesse taps his temple. He sees that Eros is looking up at Mr. McPherson's window. “That’s as far as I....” his voice trails off. “Sounds oddly familiar,” Eros says, distracted. Jesse looks up and sees Mr. McPherson opening the balcony door—naked, per usual, he’s come to realize. “Jesse," he calls down. "You ought to put on a cap. There should be several in your closet. And Eros, tell Tommy there’s a shipment of plants I want him to pick up at the dock.” “Aye-aye, Cap'n,” Eros calls back up to him. “I’ll let him know.” Mr. McPherson thanks him, gives him a mock salute, and goes back inside. Eros looks sideways at Jesse, and flashes a provocative wink. “Your shoulders are getting a little red, my man. I have sunscreen in my shack. Come over and I’ll do your shoulders. You're back could probably use some too.” Jesse grins, replies, “Aye-aye, Eros.” He likes that Eros doesn’t even ask if he wants him to put sunscreen on him, just assumes he would. He guessed right. Eros leaves by the side gate and Jesse goes in his studio to look for a hat. He opens his closet and, sure enough, several caps line the top shelf. He picks up a black leather one, tries it on and, in the full length mirror on the back of the door, likes what he see: a guy he imagines looks a little tough, with kind of a butch air that Eros might like. It’s certainly better than his stupid lightbulb head. Satisfied, he comes back outside into the bright sunlight, exits through the same gate Eros used, and bounds down the shady walkway. It’s cool under the canopy of trees. Waves brake softly on the other side of the dunes. A chorus of chickadees and wrens peep and chirp from the branches above him. He passes a trickling fountain set in the middle of a koi pond on his right, close to the house. In the dark water fat speckled gold and ruby red carp swim, burbling up their large mouths to the surface before plunging down into the green mossy depths. Following the walkway downhill, a faded pink shack lies on his left before the walkway veers off to the boat dock. In front of the house, Eros chats with a slim blond guy. This presumably is Tommy. Smaller than Eros but definitely defined, the guy has a scraggly beard and is clipping low branches off a large oak as they talk. He’s in ripped denim cutoffs, work boots, no shirt, and is covered in tattoos from ankles to neck. He stops mid-snip when he sees Jesse. “Cue-ball,” Eros hollers at him. “Come meet T.” Jesse approaches tentatively. There’s something sketchy in the way T’s eyeing him. He’s staring at Jesse’s underwear for starters and that makes him suddenly self-conscious. The guy’s blond hair is stringy, long and unkempt like he never met a comb. There doesn’t look like there’s an inch of skin not covered on his chest and arms. As he approaches he notices not even a single finger is without some kind of mark or symbol on it. Across his chest and arms, skulls, top-hatted skeletons, names and words, and a lot of angry animals vie for room on his torso: a roaring lion, a panthers with bloody claws that cling to his ribs, a growling wolf, a snapping shark, a gnarly octopus reaches his tentacles into his cutoffs. Some are poorly drawn, kind of amateurish, some unfinished, like an eight ball on his neck seems to have been abandoned half-way through. One tattoo, however, has Jesse mesmerized: a realistically drawn twelve-inch wooden ruler, one exactly like he'd had in St. Teresa’s Catholic school, one he’d gotten his knuckles rapped more than once for talking back to Sister Helena. It’s accurate right down to the yellow-brown wood grain, with numbered markings down the side notched by eighths of an inch. It travels from the T’s wrist to the crook of his arm. “Like what you see, friend?” Tommy asks, sneering at Jesse whose mouth gapes like one of the carp in the pond. The guy pulls out a pack of Marlboros and lights up. “He sure is a biddy one, in’t he?” he remarks to Eros. “He Mac’s new chew toy?” He blows out the match and flicked it toward Jesse. "You the new chew toy, boy?" “Suppose he is. But he looks right size to me. A pretty pup—” Eros plucks the smoke from Tommy’s mouth, takes a drag and returns it, playfully cuffing Tommy’s chin. “And that’s a fact. Don’t mind him, Cue-ball. He was raised by a pack of wolves so don’t know no better. Takes him a while to warm up, but he eventually does. You just have to scratch his belly.” Eros overpowers T, surprising him, wrapping his arm around his waist and tickles his ribs. Tommy’s doesn’t seem like someone prone laughter and hates it when Eros does this. He tries to feign anger but enjoys Eros' riling nonetheless, shouting, "The fuck off me, motherfucker," pushing Eros away forcefully enough to send the big guy to his butt into the ground ivy. "Asshole," he says, trying to regain his composure while suppressing a smirk. He pushes back his hair and manages to regain his initial scowl, which appears to be his go-to expression. Jesse notices, though, against this tough guy shell, his alert blue eyes, wide smile forced out by Eros, his button nose and apple cheeks, his features fight the supposed gruff guy exterior. Without the tats, scowl and maybe a haircut, he could be the boy next door, the one that dated your sister but snuck into your room late at night and fucked you silly. Where’d that idea come from, Jesse wonders? It’s from the book, it dawns on him, the character that ran away. Weird. Still, it doesn’t make him like Tommy any better. He’s nobody’s chew toy. Tommy feels Jesse staring at him, probably judging him. He spits out, “So Mac fuck you like you never been fucked before, am I right?” Somehow, even after wrestling with Eros, he manages to keep his cigarette parked in the side of his mouth. He coolly takes a draw and calmly exhales with popping smoke rings. Jesse stiffens his lower lip not wanting to respond. Tommy leans his clippers against the tree, saying, “That’s what I thought. Your bow legs give you away.” He turns to Eros who glares at him from the ground. “Tell Mac I’ll bring the plants back in the golf cart." “Sure thing, Oscar,” Eros says, getting up and brushing dirt off his butt. “What you say to me?” Tommy snarls at Eros. Eros rises to his full height, towering over Tommy. “I said, sure thing…Oscar.” The two stare each other down, frozen like statues. Finally, Tommy flicks his cigarette into Eros’ chest and then leaps onto the walkway. As he disappears behind an overgrown thicket of blackberries, he yells back to Jesse, "Awesome cap." Eros brushed off the remaining dirt. “Well, that's T to a T." “Why’d he get so pissed when you called him Oscar?” "Oscar who lived in a garbage can? Well, when I first met T he was living out of a dumpster. Well, he didn't actually live in the dumpster, exactly.” Eros thinks about it for a second. “But pretty much. He don’t like being reminded of those days." Eros looks off in the direction of the dock. "Believe me, he's not always a dick, even if he seems like one.” He hops up on the walkway pulling Jesse up after him. “If you say so.” They follow an offshoot from the main walkway to the shack. “No, really. He’s a good guy. We've been together a long time,” Eros says, searching his pockets and pulling out a key. “How long?” “Dunno. Long time.” Eros seems cagey about the subject. “See, I want to be a tattoo artist. Not much use for a pool guy in winter, right? And I don't wanna be stuck here forever. T's been letting me practice on him. Gives me an idea and I go on Mac's computer and find a stencil." He unlocks the door and stops in the doorway. "Maybe you let me practice on you sometime.” “Maybe,” Jesse returns, noncommittally. Eros motions for Jesse to come in. “Lasciate ogne speranza!” he melodramatically recites. To Jesse’s ear it’s such incredibly bad Italian he barks out a laugh, but quickly returns in equally feigned seriousness, “Voi ch’intrate,” as he goes through the door. “Say what?” Eros snorts, confused but somewhat miffed at Jesse's suspected snub in what sounded like pretty authentic Italian. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand. “It’s the rest of the line from The Inferno, ‘Abandon all hope…ye who enter here’,” Jesse explains. “The nuns loved to scare us with all that nine circles of hell crap. And my grandpa…when I was little, he lived with us—never spoke one word of English—it was one of the only books he brought over with him. He use to read it to me. I remember crying one time cause he got so carried away with the devil part. He distracted me by having us watch some wrestling match. Became our Friday ritual." Jesse glances at Eros. “Bruno Sammartino, God he loved him. You look like him a little. If you had a bigger nose.” He’s rambling because, whether he knows it or not, he’s so goddamn envious of what he see looking around the shack. "It’s not exactly what I expected hell to look like,” he says, trying to make a joke of it. The shack’s small, but a perfect breeze flows through the many windows. The forest might as well be part of the room. Dappled light plays across the lacquered floorboards. A worn wooden counter runs along one wall, next to a sink with a little round mirror hanging on a string, a mini-fridge and a hot plate. Across from the counter a gray futon lies on the floor, a beat-up dresser next to it. “Funny. Hmm. I still haven’t met him yet. Dante,” Jesse remarks, absorbing the life he feels in here. “Didn’t know there was a second line.” Eros’ face has clouded over, like a rainstorm approaching. “That’s all Dante said when he showed me the place the first time. Lasciate ogne speranza.” Paraphernalia’s strewn on the dresser includes a packet of cigarettes, a glass pipe in a ceramic ashtray, lighter, several cellophane baggies of white powder, and a dozen or so orange capped syringes. Eros notes Jesse freeze when he sees the needles. "Thought T had cleaned up," he says. Jesse feels the weight of Eros staring at him again. A tense silence shrouds the room since he’d spied the syringes. Jesse instinctively goes to the opposite corner of the room to examine some pornographic stencils thumbtacked to the closet door. “Yeah, maybe you could do that—give me a tattoo. Like, two stars maybe, here and here," he says, pointing to his hip bones. "I always seen that on porn guys—not that I think I’m a porn guy.” Studiously he examines a stencil of a very phallic looking snake. “Not really me. Awhile back I got a fish tattooed on my ankle. Cause I’m Pisces.” He angles his foot to show Eros, who’s cooling looking at him. Jesse points to the scorpion tattoo on the back of Eros’ hand. “You’re Scorpio, right? I bet that hurt, tattoo on bones and all.” Eros keeps quietly staring at him. "Pisces and Scorpies get along real good," he babbles, suddenly hearing what an idiot he sounds like. He becomes quiet waiting for Eros to say something. One of the bamboo blinds catches a breeze, and unrolls with a snap against the windowsill. Jesse winces. Eros goes over and ties back up the blind. “The scorpion means something else.” Eros seems about to add more, but changes his mind. The earlier mood has been deflating by the second since they entered. Jesse's shoulders begin to sag. Eros tells him, “Sit or lay down and I’ll do your shoulders, so you can get back to your slave book.” Jesse think for a second about just leaving—about crying, actually—but instead kneels onto the futon and then lays down. Eros pauses, then asks, "You want skivvies on or off?” Without a second’s thought, Jesse pulls off his underwear. He hears Eros above him hold his breath before suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ A, boy! That is the whitest ass I’ve ever seen!” Eros can’t help himself now. He’s escalated to braying! “C’mon, you’re blinding me, kid! Where’s my fuckin’ sunglasses?” Fucking donkey, Jesse thinks, but keeps it to himself. Eros remains genuinely committed to ridicule. The longer it goes on the more Jesse can’t help but start to break down his defensiveness. It's probably more relief than belief that his white ass is as hysterical as Eros’ guffaws make it out. But still it makes him titter at Eros under his armpit. In return the pool man he'd met back on the chaise returns an expansive, tooth-gapped grin. It’s funny and stupid and meaningless all at the same time. Eros plops on the futon to his left and draws an ‘S’ with the suntan lotion down his back all the way to his tailbone. Eros gives out a few last blurts, but he’s getting into his task. The boy’s smooth back and bubble butt, white as it is, also helps. A little cold dribble trails from Jesse’s coccyx into his crack. Eros massages the lotion over Jesse's back, kneading his shoulder with a firm grip. Jesse melts into the futon. The strong musk of two men wafts up from the pillow. He tries to ignore it as best he can lest he spring an immediate boner. Eros forcefully applies pressure over his back and slides greasy hands along the sides of his ribcage. “Fuck, Eros, you’re great at this,” he says. He’s beginning to feel like putty in the rugged man’s hands—which kind of is the plan of him coming to the shack, well, before he’d encountered Tommy. “Folks say I’m the best." Eros grazes his hairy chest over Jesse’s back with the excuse of rubbing lotion on Jesse’s extended right arm. "And not just putting on sunscreen,” he brags shamelessly. He glides slippery lotion around each of Jesse’s butt cheeks, then draws a line down each of his legs, rubbing it in and around the sides of his thighs. “Your legs are so smooth. Mac shave you last night?” he asks softly, massaging his left calve, then running his palm inside his thigh stopping as he brushes Jesse’s taint. Between the smell of Eros and Tommy buried in the pillow and Eros’ increasing erotic touch, Jesse feels an inevitable erection coming on. He shifts his hips for a second to free his hardening dick, but the move coincides with Eros’ gliding his fingers close enough to Jesse’s crack that it causes a slight detour. Eros’ pinky and ring fingers slip easily inside Jesse’s sloppy butthole. The boy can’t help but yelp in instant surprise overlapping with pleasure. Eros smiles to himself and keeps massaging, as if spreading lotion always involved sticking fingers up someone’s ass. “You’re lucky,” Eros says, not losing a beat. He puts his full weight into Jesse's thighs, wrapping his hand under to massage the top side of his leg along with the back. Jesse’s smooth balls get their share of Eros’ furry fingers grazing his testicles. “Hair’s always getting caught up wherever, when I’m getting greased." His hands slip under both sides of Jesse's pelvis. Then, in an opposite motion, Eros presses down with the heels of his hands pulling Jesse’s ass cheeks apart. "Your hole is smooth, too, I bet,” Eros says, examining his sphincter. A dollop of spit drools onto the hole and then a finger follows up. “Yep. You’ll never need to shave that pretty bung hole. That's an A-1 puckerer if even I saw one. And that’s no lie.” Jesse doesn’t know how to respond, but knows he doesn’t want Eros to stop. “Thank you?” Jesse weakly proposes in his state of arousal. Eros released another string of spit collecting in the crevice. “Mmm,” Jesse murmurs. Giving into desire, he pushes out his ring so it opens slightly. Eros uses his finger to swirl his saliva around the small opening. Like an undulating worm, his index finger crawls inside the entrance, eliciting a deep moan from Jesse. Eros licks his other fingers, and slides his full palm inside. Once he feels Jesse accepts his hand, he rocks in and out. “You like that, baby?” Jesse groans a deep, gratifying affirmative. With Jesse’s hole submitting, Eros tries a couple of fingers from his other hand. Now six fingers occupy Jesse’s hole. Jesse can’t help but grunt as Eros pulls open his ring from side to side, massaging both inside and outside the hole. Eros lets drop another large dollop of spit that seeps down into the gaped opening. Jesse whimpers as Eros has three fingers from each hand now pulling his sphincter apart. Eros rocks his fingers in and out, pulling the interior walls in opposite directions. He lowers himself just above the boy’s ear, “How’s that for you? You want me to keep going?” “Yesssss,” Jesse wheezes, pressing his ass up into Eros’ expert hands. “Fuck, Eros, Mr. McPherson gave you the right name.” Eros withdraws one hand and with his other adds his pinky finger into Jesse's open butt, immediately following up with the whole palm of his other hand. “Two hands, eight fingers, kiddo. Mac really opened you up nicely. Your hole is really hungry, isn’t it, baby?” Jesse affirms, mm-hm. “Did he fist you?” “No. But I've always fantasized about it.” The shack is quiet for some time as Eros feels inside Jesse's body, pulling his ass apart, spying deep into his colon. With his face smooshed into the bed, Jesse confesses, "I seen a lot of fisting on the internet and I always wanted to be a guy that rides a fist." "From my experience, it's mostly a psychological barrier." Eros’ palms turn one way then the other, causing all kinds of grunts to erupt out of Jesse. “Got my scorpie stinger fully inside you, buddy, but I don’t know if you’re ready to take a fist as big as mine. I got extremely big paws and they don’t collapse. Mac and Dante can take 'em but more than likely a first timer’s a no-go." "No. Keep going, Eros," Jesse urges, face muffled in the pillow, fully enraptured by Eros’ and Tommy’s scent, loving the sensation of this hot man inside his rectum. "Okay, I’ll go slow and you tell me if it starts to hurt.” He pulls his hand out, opening the bottom dresser drawer and gets out a can of grease. He applies a heaping amount over his hand and pushes some inside Jesse's hole. He slips two fingers back in and, with the pads of his fingers, coats the walls as far into the kid’s rectum as he’s able. He slides four fingers in fairly easily, but at the web between his finger and thumb the boy flinches. He tries again, slower this time, but Jesse recoils with a cry in the futon. "Baby, you're probably sore from last night. You might need a break." Jesse turns on his side not ashamed to show Eros' how his hand has turned him on. His rigid cock points straight up, his newly upgraded 6 gauge P.A. falls heavily to the side. “Look at you with your hard on and P.A.,” Eros chuckles, giving the ring a tug. "Maybe you can use just your dick then," Jesse suggests, helpfully. He’s never wanted a man inside him like this before. Mr. McPherson definitely opened his floodgates. The door swings open and Tommy returns home. Jesse quickly turns onto the futon burying his hard-on together with his not-well-thought-out plan. Tommy absorbs the scene, and begins washing dirt off his hands. “Hey, don’t let me stop you." He turns off the water and picks up a towel. "Awesome P.A., chew toy,” he teases, playfully smirking. Eros’ cock is tenting his shorts. He says to Tommy, “What do you think, T? My man, here, wants to take his first fist and we all know my big mitt is to too much for a newbie." “Eros!” Jesse quickly interjects, “I thought it was just you and me." "I’m hurt, kid," Tommy says, disingenuously, finishing drying his hands. “You cut me deep. Maybe all I wanna do is watch Eros rip apart a punk's fuckhole.” Jesse has his face buried in the futon. Eros sticks two fingers into Jesse butt. Jesse grabs his hand and yanks it out. This makes Eros growl and slap his ass, hard. Jesse yelps and sits against the wall, his hard-on still completely rigid. Jesse pouts, his arms wrapped around his knees, his balls hiding his butthole. “I think,” says Eros slowly to Tommy, “my man came here to get his first fist, and Mr. T, with his human-size mitts, is the perfect one for cherry popping.” Jesse bites his lower lip, considers his options, seeing Tommy eyeing him, waiting to see what he has to say. “Maybe he don’t wanna fist me,” he says. “He don’t even like me.” Tommy studies Jesse, takes in Eros' bulging shorts, and sniggers, “I like you okay, but I'm more interesting in fisting you.” He jumps down next to Jesse and plays with his P.A. Seeing the boy sitting there compromised, maybe a bit humiliated, but at the same time defiant, brings out some empathy for the punk. “Sorry ‘bout earlier,” T says, still toying with his P.A. “Sometimes I'm an asshole—sometimes a dick. You caught me being both." He takes a bead of pre-cum off Jesse's ring and licks it. "How’s ‘bout me and Eros get naked with you, smoke a peace pipe, and see where that goes,” Tommy says, the forest light catching his blue eyes, teeth shining beneath sandy blond whiskers. He unbuttons his cutoffs, and slips them over his work boots, revealing a growing hard-on beneath a shaved but colorful crotch. Where the pubes would be, the smooth area is dominated by a red and black demon tattoo whose mouth ends with Tommy's dick sprouting out like a big pink tongue. “How’s that sound, Chewbacca?" The proposition persuades; the demon dick seals the deal. Jesse nods his head excitedly. Eros brings over a full bowl and lighter. They sit cross-legged in a circle passing around the glass pipe. Tommy shows Jesse how to shotgun, and once he gets the hang of it, he shotguns Eros and Eros shotguns Tommy. After the pipe makes a few rounds, Eros strips off his shorts springing to life his dark, fat uncut cock, its pink head poking through monumental foreskin. He lays Jesse on the mattress and dry humped his hairy torso against Jesse smooth body. Tommy tilts the pair to their sides and takes up frotting Jesse from the back. Sandwiched Jesse writhes in heaven. Eros goes down on Jesse, and Jesse almost loses his mind. The rough beard and mustache tortures his skin. He twists his head around and sticks his mouth on Tommy, then urges Tommy to get higher up the bed so he can suck his demon dick. Close up, he sees the pantheon of small experimental tattoos Eros has created. All are filthy and beautiful. Hairy gorilla-men with huge cocks and giant nipples, fucking, sucking, eating ass, bald demons fist-fucking startled, orgasming boys, phallic aliens spurting fountains of cum, men transforming into wolves, bears into men, men into beasts. Tommy’s pelvis is a temple of perversion. Jesse ogles them all, touching each degenerate image. He sees bravery in Tommy putting his imagination and desires on permanent display, how much he doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks of him or his desires. He wants to be like him, wants Eros to carve images like those into him, too. He sucks on the demon tongue, getting Tommy fully aroused, showing him he can swallow his demon to its root. And Tommy’s fine with that, pressing the kid’s head against his pubic bone, skullfucking him hard. Images come alive to Jesse as he accepts Tommy’s cock down his throat. He gags only a few times, and each time it makes Tommy more excited. Jesse’s mind wanders as he’s sucking cock. The illustrated performance of degenerate acts becomes a roadmap of where he wants to travel and how to get there. He grabs Tommy’s hand—the one with the wooden ruler—and puts it between his legs, shoving it into his crack and grinds on it. Jesse releases Tommy’s rod and relaxes against Eros’ chest. Tommy lifts a leg, Eros lifts his other and inches them back against the wall. Both legs in the air, Jesse’s puckering hole now fully exposed, Tommy touches it was a dollop of grease. "Give him some amyl," Tommy suggests, holding one of Jesse legs while Eros fumbles with the dresser drawer and takes out a wooden box. He opens it and brings out a capsule. Jesse looks up to Eros curiously. "It’s like poppers only stronger,” Eros assures him. “Don’t worry. I got ya." Eros breaks a capsule under Jesse nose and tells him to breathe deep. Jesse obeys and feels his morality shed like snake skin. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he breathes, as Tommy pushes in a ball of grease. It feels incredibly slimy and he feels incredibly sleazy—loving this new state of mind. "Aw, shit, man. Yeah! Stick that shit up my ass," he bellows. "Hey Tommy, I think he likes it," Eros gloats, pulling Jesse’s legs farther apart. Tommy knits his brow and pushes in more grease, making sure it fully coats Jesse rectum. Four fingers easily slide in, as Jesse’s anal nerve endings catch fire. He melts back into Eros' pelt, and runs his peach fuzz cheek against his fur, running his fingers up to the man’s powerful shoulders, then down through Eros' armpits. He slathers the wetness he finds there across his palm, holds the man’s scent to his nose, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. He savors the acrid taste, at the same time giving Tommy more access to his guts. He feels his ass being probed and stretched by a knowing hand. The amyl seduces his mind, surrendering to these two experts, craving their control and wanting them to mold him in the fashion they were molded. The more perverse the better. "Up to the fleshy part of my thumb,” reports Tommy. His other hand slowly strokes his hard-on. "Three big hits,” Eros says. “Ready?" He breaks a second capsule and holds Jesse tightly, holding the chemical under his nose, getting a heady waft of it himself. Jesse feels lightheaded, swoons after the third huff, tries to avoid any more by tilting his head away, but Eros hold his head fast, not allowing him to move. He orders Jesse to keep inhaling and to hold it until he, Eros, permits him to release. Jesse holds it in. Obeying Eros is instinctual. His mind reels with obscene thoughts of what he wants Eros and T to do to him. Most of all he wants Tommy’s hand to impale his hole. Eros tells him can exhale. Jesse is wild as he draws breath. "Yeah, fist my hole open, T. Wreck it, wreck my hole!" Tommy's hand slides in as Jesse yowls, his sphincter squeezing the fleshy part of Tommy’s hand, which of course pushes Tommy’s hand in deeper, quickly slurping up to the wrist inside the burning virgin cavern. "That's it, good job," Eros murmured in his ear, holding his legs with his forearms, lightly playing with his nipples. But a sudden panic flares up inside Jesse’s bowels. His body sets off alarm bells with the realization of a large foreign object now resides inside his body. "Take it out. Get it out," he wails, clamping his asshole. "Dude, I can't. Relax. You're squeezing too hard. Give him another cap, Eros." Eros scoops up another amyl, breaks it and holds Jesse's head firmly until he feels the boy surrender in his arms. "Enjoy it, baby,” he growls seductively. “Feel T's hand inside you. It's a man's hand that has you. Feel how he controls you with the slightest movement of his fingers." Tommy enacts exactly what Eros is saying as he says it. “Feel how T’s touching the most intimate parts of your body. It’s your virginity being deflowered.” On cue, Tommy twists his hand feeling the vast internal wall of the boy’s rectum, feeling the heat and wetness of this enraptured creature under his control. “Feel,” Eros whispers, “how he can twirl a finger and tease parts of you open that have never been touched. You can’t stop him even if you wanted. I’m holding you open and T is probing you. And, besides, you don’t want it to stop.” “I don’t,” Jesse gasps in complete agreement. “The fucker’s really opening,” Tommy says, feeling a new depth he can get to. Feeling his hand reach the proper depth, he starts curling his fingers toward his palm. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. T, what are you doing?" Jess asks incredulously, not being able to see anymore, only feeling the strangest sensation of Tommy doing something inside him, a feeling he never in a millions years could imagine. "What is that?" "I'm rolling my hand into a ball.” He pauses: mission accomplished. “You've got your first fist in you, dude. You’ve taken my fist. How's that feel, motherfucker?" Tommy watches any strain melt from Jesse face, as he slowly rotates his fist inside the kid's body. "You like being my hand puppet, Chewbacca? Huh?" He pulses it only slightly to let the kid know he’s got total control of his bowels. "Yeah. I wanna be your meat puppet, T," Jesse confesses, opening his eyes, taking Tommy in for first time since taking his hand. He looks up into Eros' face. "I've got T's fist in me, Eros. Fuck, it’s so fuckin’ good," he rasps, as Tommy twists it back and forth. He feels Tommy starting to pull out. He pleads, emphatically, "No, no, no. Leave it in." Tommy releases it back in. Jesse runs a finger down Tommy's forearm tracing the inches of the ruler to see how far in he is. Tommy sees what he was after. "I'm in two inches, fucker," he says, stroking his cock. "Fuck," is all Jesse can say in amazement. Eros exchanges a look with Tommy. Tommy nods. Eros lays Jesse back on the mattress and breaks another amyl under the boy’s nose. Jesse put up no resistance. His arms fall open like he’s on a crucifix. He relishes how far away he is, how good he feels, breathes in the amyl over and over, getting completely lost in the gauze of his mind. He’s the Good Thief on the cross. He’s a Roman soldier. He’s the spear that’s piercing him. He’s entered the first circle of Hell and loving it. Tommy opens his hand, pulls it out slightly, then slides it back in. Jesse grabs his knees and mutters fuck me over and over. Tommy and Eros give each other knowing smile. Tommy slowly works up to piston-fisting without ever coming out of the boy’s chute. He notes how much of the broadest part of his hand can stretch apart the boy’s hole. He coolly observes how much Jesse is getting off on being stretched. Feeling his power and control over the kid, Tommy rock hard cock leaks pre-cum. Eros approvingly watches T getting ready to use Jesse’s hole. He sees him bend over the kid and helps him to lube up his rigid pole. Tommy pumps his hand to the fleshiest part of his palm, where he expands Jesse’s hole to its maximum stretch. Jesse relishes the stretch now, grimacing at first, but slowly coming round to desiring this sensation. Once Tommy knows Jesse is able to take the full stretch, he inserts his hand deep, opens his palm inside the hole, leaving his thinner wrist at the entrance. Slowly he eases in his erection next to his wrist and the stretched hole begins to accept the added flesh. Eros break yet another cap under Jesse’s nostrils then shares it with Tommy. He savors Jesse's expression of submission to his man: the boy’s eyes staring into the distance, mouth agape, as Tommy presses his hand and cock deep inside the boy’s hole. Eros strokes himself, too, as witness to the lust of these two beasts heaving in exaltation. Tommy feels his cock inching toward the palm of his hand, feels it slide into his grip, then starts rocking his cock back and forth in his palm. As he masturbated inside the boy, his cockhead expands even larger, his cockhead engorged by his tight grip. His cockhead flattens until he feels it pop through his thumb and finger, into the viscous, fleshy canal beyond, with Jesse blasting out a rapturous cry. Jesse’s overwhelmed by new sensations: first, the additional stretch being asked of sphincter, enjoying that Tommy, a man he hardly knows, is pulling him apart—this hot, tattooed dirt bag douchebag is fisting the shit out of him; and second, the size of the fist had increased, not painfully but noticeably. But he was also aware of a new rhythmic throbbing of an internal piston, something familiar yet combined with stimuli he can’t grasp. Opening his eyes, sees Tommy above his body humping him. He puts it together, first in a burst of panic, but then aware his body has already accepted and, more, is enjoying the fuck out of it. He speaks directly to Tommy above him, "Yeah, jerk off in me, T. Fuck my guts. Shoot your cum and breed me, sir." Hearing sir triggers something in Tommy and he explodes, quaking his body into his hand and inside Jesse’s hole, flooding this scumbag motherfucking chew toy with copious amounts of his tainted seed. He pinches his cockhead buried inside the fucker, squeezing out his swimmers, causing him pleasure and increasing shudders of post-climactic distress that he doesn’t want to end. Eros plants his mouth on Tommy and they make out over the writhing boy beneath. As Tommy empties the last of his load, he looks down, saying, “Open.” Jesse opens his mouth and Tommy hocks a wad of spit into his mouth. Tommy dislodges his cock and is slowly extracting his hand when Eros grabs him by the wrist. "No way, dude," he snarls. Tommy kneels to the side, hand still firmly lodged inside Jesse's cum-covered guts. Eros rubs the foreskin of his large emerging cockhead against Tommy lubed wrist. The foreskin slowly slides its way alongside Tommy’s wrist. Tommy watches Eros' body dominate the kid’s small frame, feels the pressure build at the boy’s resisting hole as even further girth is demanded to stretch open his sphincter. Eros' stone-hard cock is no match for Jesse. He breaks the entrance with Jesse giving a sharp gasp. The girth of Eros combined with the volume of the hand is too much for Jesse. He tosses his head in rejection and pushes at Eros’ chest. Eros holds the boy’s head in his hands, his eyes boring into Jesse’s, wresting control of his will. Jesse realizes he can’t resist Eros, nor—in his heart—does he want to, and accepts his manhood, with Tommy's hand stroking the tip back and forth inside him. Eros waits for an outward sign of the boy’s surrender. Jesse’s mouth opens, and Eros spits in it. Eros slides more of his shaft deeper into Tommy's waiting hand making Jesse inhale in distress. "So fucking hot, boy, getting jacked inside you with my man’s hand." His deep voice seduces him, overrunning his resistance, overturning every red flag his body throws out. Jesse cringes, takes a breath, then parts his leg wider so Eros can dive all the way to his thick black bush. He feels Eros’ wiry hairs scratching his hairless balls. Tommy forces back Eros’ foreskin, and Jesse feels this enormous cockhead infiltrating his intestine, the girth like nothing he's ever felt. "Try to push us out," Eros instructs Jesse as he impales him. It’s a futile order, but one he knows not to disobey. Furiously he clamps down with all his might. After only a few seconds of pounding, he’s not able to keep up the strain of clamping down, and surrenders. Tommy's hand slides in deeper. Where once Tommy had grasped Eros at the base of his cock, he now is further up Jesse’s colon pulling on Eros’ foreskin driving him and Jesse into a frenzy, both bucking wildly, Jesse in distress, Eros in ecstasy. "Get me off, T,” says Eros. “Get me to knock up this hole," he pants, his forearm coiling like a boa constrictor around Jesse’s head, his black armpit hair drenching the boy's lips. In an abandonment he submits to, Jesse licks the dripping sweat from the man’s pits, feeling Tommy pistoning his guts, Eros’ cockhead ravishing his entrails in the deepest part of his body. Jesse reaches down and feels how hard his own cock is. He clutches and releases his helpless hole, allowing both men to use his intestine with violent recklessness, until his hole orgasms in tectonic quakes, stronger even than his cock had ever erupted. His body shakes repeatedly as Eros explodes, Tommy squeezing his manhood mercilessly because he knows Eros wants it no other way. Eros spasms along with Jesse, roaring with the timbering of a heavy body from the sky, raining down on Jesse, crushing him, a torrent of cum spewing in his guts, heavy breath, sweat, stench, then secondary tremors, first in Eros, then in Jesse, then back again to Eros. Jesse’s body vibrates like a plucked bass string, trembling in shocked overload. Unable to process all that’s been done to him, all of which was willingly and unwillingly accepted. His mind is untethered—free floating. The powerful wrestler Bruno Sammartino lies on top of him. He glides his palms over the wrestler’s enormous shoulders, along the powerful chest. The wrestler kisses him and he kisses him back, deeply. Then the nasty boy next door in all his tattoos bends over and kisses him, too. A warm breeze passes through the shack. The bamboo blinds catch the ocean air, and fall to the window sill. No one moves. Jesse feels a little more sperm leak in his hole. Tommy and Eros’ sperm will be with him for a long time. Eros extracts himself from Tommy's hand. Out of T’s grip and Jesse’s wrecked mess of a hole, Eros falls on his back. Slowly his breathing calms as he stares at the ceiling. He listens to the sea on the far side of the dunes, and feels the waft of the ocean cool his dripping body. With much more care, Tommy slides his hand almost out of Jesse ass. At the beginning of withdrawal, Jesse moans. He anticipated the disconnectedness the boy would soon feel, the confusion of regret and still simmering desire. He knows because once, long ago, amid the back alley trashcans, anything-for-a-fix days he’s fought to suppress, he’s knows this feeling. Much to Jesse's satisfaction he returns his hand inside. Jesse isn’t yet ready to give up T’s offering, but his mind is beyond spent. Raw, inflamed, yes. Jesse runs a finger over Tommy's forearm, and Tommy understands. "Six inches," Tommy says to the silent query. "Good start, Chewbacca. Now push out your pussy and give me back my fuckin’ hand.” Jesse complies and grunts with an epic shudder as Tommy’s hand dislodges. “Show us your wrecked cunt,” says T. Eros rolls over to watch Jesse stretch his cheeks apart and push out a small, cum-filled rosebud. A tiny creature slithers out like some shy, exotic sea anemone then returns inside his rectum. Eros taps two fingers against his hole ordering him to push again. Jesse pushes harder this time. As his guts pushed out, Eros pulls the lips apart and Tommy traced a finger around the sphincter. Eros bends in and laps some cum out of the boy’s feathery pedals, depositing spent seed back into Jesse waiting mouth. Tommy puts pressure around the boy’s delicate tendrils. Eros and Tommy admire the gaping protrusion, each taking a turn to lick it. Tommy lobs a comment to Eros, "Looks like we'll pull a prolapse out of Chewy yet." Eros grins, and brushes his shadowy beard against Jesse's sensitive bloom, causing Jesse to flinch, and yet he responds by exposing even more of his rose to Eros’ sandpaper chin. He knows that that’s a sensation he wants much, much more of.

Whenever I have a day off I love to stop by a few places and have some fun. I've never cared if it's understall, gloryhole, or pretty much anywhere. Put a hard cock in front of me, and I'll do my best to work a load out of it. Got lucky and got two cocks back to back. I recognize his hairy belly of the first guy that walked in, and his long, thick cock. What's great about him is how vocal he is. As long as he knows that people are in the restroom cruising you're going to hear him moan when he comes. After I swallowed his load the second guy walked into the stall next to me. Sadly it doesn't have a gloryhole, but he had no problem giving me his hard cock under the stall while my first load giver was pulling his pants up. Eventually he moved to the gloryhole so he was more comfortable, and I could tell he was going to require more effort to get off. That wasn't a problem since both of us were enjoying ourselves. After about 8-ish minutes or so he gave me his load. There's just something about feeling a man's cock pulse while shooting cum inside you that's the best feeling ever. Haven't decided if I'm going to post the videos of me sucking off both guys yet online, but I'll at least post a pic of it here.

I love getting cock in my arse & having it fucked full of cum, but occasionally I get the urge to fuck & hairy arises my preference. Monday evening I got chatting to a 20 yr old Turkish Cypriot lad who wanted his arse bred, as soon as I saw the pics of his gorgeous hairy arse my dick was rock hard & my balls ached intensely! I told him to come over & I'd fuck load after load till my balls dried up. He arrived here around 7 hours ago, 5'10', slim muscular build, smooth torso but from cock down he's covered in thick black curly hair which is what mates his gorgeous arse seriously fuckable. I've been raiding his arse hard all over the house & have bred 5 big thick creamy loads in him, made him orgasm 3 times so far & my dick has stayed rock hard the whole night & it's in his hole right now as I'm writing this! Luckily his sex drive is as immense as mine cos I'm nowhere near done fucking him.

I always suspected that I liked cock from a young age, but I did everything to push it out of my mind. Still a virgin at age of 18 went off to do my military training. I always waited until all the other guys in my platoon had finished showering and then would go shower. sometimes while showering a guy from another platoon would come shower, and I found my cock would start to get stiff especially when i would take the odd glance and see the guys cock hanging. It was not until my last 6 months in the military did I realise I wanted cock so bad. One event is forever etched in my memory. My platoon had just returned from survival training, and of course everyone rushed to the showers. I waited as usual, and then when I thought everyone was done went to shower. As I took off my clothes and was stepping into the shower, one of my buddies from my platoon entered. He undressed and came to shower next to me, initially unaware of the impact he was having on me. Fuck, he was gorgeous, muscular body, uncut cock, not too huge, but i could see veins protruding on the shaft, and for some reason this turned me on. My breathing became more shallow and rapid and i was doing everything I could to keep my cock down. Then it happened he leaned over to borrow some shampoo, and our cocks touched, and our arms. Oh shit it was electrifying, he could feel the electrical energy and seemed stunned. I quickly jumped out the shower, grabbed my towel and made a hasty retreat for the tent. I got there , fuck my cock was so stiff. Everyone had gone for supper. I started to dress, feeling shocked and confused. I had my back turned to the tent entrance, and my lilly white bubble butt was exposed. I heard rustling, and turned slightly around, and it was my buddy. oh fuck, I thought he is going to rat me out as a queer. I ignored him and carried on dressing, I just managed to get my underwear on with my uncut bulge protruding very obviously, and then i felt from behind his arms around me, and he was whispering something in my ear which i couldnt make out. His breath was warm and titillating in my ear. But my attention was on something hard pushing in my butt cheeks. Fuck its his cock I realised, so hot and hard. I tried to turn around to see, but he was much stronger than me. His arms had gripped my arms so tightly from behind. He whispered now more loudly in my ear, you know we both want it, it doesnt make us queers. I stammered er want what, what are u doing? And now with his arms and powerful legs he was forcing me to the bed. I flopped onto it on my stomach, lying there feeling so many things at the same time. Then I felt his muscular body on top of me, and I could now feel his cock so hard and his mushroom cock head pulsating as it search for my hole. Oh shit, he found it. I could feel that thick cock head pressing against my virgin hole. He now had his arms under my chin, his legs were forcing my legs open and he whispered to me, i have wanted your ass ever since i saw it, and now I am going to breed you and fill your hole with my cum. Then he started kissing me, while simultaneously that cock head of his was pushing. Things were racing through my mind, what if we get caught, what if he hurts me, fuck it was getting sore. Then he got off me instructing me not to move, I just lay there. All I could feel at the moment was my stiff cock and precum oozing out. Shit i was horny, but also terrified what he was going to do with me. I felt the weight of his body on me again, I could now clearly feel his low hangers lying in my crack and the spongy cock head. Then his hands back around my neck, he put a little bottle in front of my nose and held one nostril closed and said breathe. I sniffed the vapour and then again from the other nostril. Oh shit i suddenly had this warm feeling all over me and i could feel my hole opening and closing. I felt myself making involuntary movements of my ass and thinking I want you to fuck me. He then held the small bottle to my nostrils, and he said take it deep. I sniffed deeply and as I did this, I felt his cock head slip into my hole. Oh shit, the pain, I was feeling confused it was so sore, but i wanted it. As I clung to that little bottle and got wasted, I could feel his thick shaft going in. He was breathing weirdly, and i realised that it would not be lomg before he shot his cum. so he worked my hole slow deep moveents becoming longer each time, now he was thrusting his cock in and out my hole. I could feel his balls banging against my ass, and i was saying to myself, fuck me give me your seed. His point of cumming happened very easily, next minute he pulled his fat cock out and I could feel his body shaking as cum was shooting on outside of my hole. he then grabbed his cock and fucked his cum into me. i could hear splishy sounds and I realised that he had filled me with his seed. I could feel him removing his cock from my hole, some cum was oozing out, he quickly scooped it up and put it into his own mouth, and then started kissing me, sharing his cum with me. He then told me to lie on my back, and then he came to straddle over me, his balls in my face, and said clean my cock. I cleaned every bit of cum off his cock. He now replaced the butt plug in my hole and lay down next to me, looking absolutely spent. I was still coming to terms with what just happened and oh yes I wanted it to happen again. For the remaining time that we were in the military he serviced me every single night, quite often more than once. He would often spoon me, his cock deep inside me. I loved that boy so much now. Every week he would introduce me to new things happening. It was from him I learned the thrill of being fucked anonymously. He taught me the pure ecastacy associated with the feel of another mans cock on your cock. He taught me how to dock and the difference between wet and dry docking. One of my favorite memories is when he came home from work, he had a metal rod (flat )sound and greased the entire rod. He then, started to push the rod down his cock, He got me to mount the other side of the rod so we fucked that rod till our cocks touched.. i just love the feel and when our cock heads touch. After I left the military, I never saw him again, and i managed to convince myself that it was a once off thing and would not do it again. But as we all know that yearning aching for another man does not go away. One day while teaching at a tertiary institute, a black student came up to me after my lesson to ask me something. I just happened to look down and i got a quick glance of his package, it must have been huge, i could see full outline of one massive thick cock. This was my trigger, I needed a cock and cum straiight away. I searched through the personals in the newspaper of men seeking men, and came upon a guy who does massages with happy endings. What he also did was some light cock and ball torture. I still remember driving like a lunatic to get to him, my zip undone and my cock put in the car. He was a tall slim man but had a massive cock. I lay naked on his massage table and i got my first intro to cbt. He tied up my balls, and then started to lift me off the massage table by my balls. fuck it was amazing. I was on tip toe with my balls and sac pulled up holding me, and then he put his cock into me and pounded me like that. he came deep in me and then fed me some. It was sweet having mixed with all my juices. This session seemed to satisfy me for a while, but of course cravings came back. This time however i wanted to have my cock in a guys hole. i found easiest place was at a sex club, and so 3 times a week i would visit a club and breed whoever through the glory hole. I love it anonymous and something exciting about fucking someone you do not know. I developed a real love for assess and specifically assess on young men, men who often had a daddy fixation. I found every opportunity to fuck a hole and breed. Now as I have got older the desire to be a bottom is almost overwhelming. My fantasy is to be pinned down on a bed and then fucked by huge cocks and filled with their cum. Tomorrow im off to see a young guy who has an amazing curved veiny cock, and he is going to pump me full of chem cum. Can hardly wait. My new adventures as a bottom begins. I fucked this ass so many times and filled it with my cum

Fuck man, was just thinking about it and, as a bottom, one of the fucking hottest moments (and there are many) when I’m getting fucked is when the top passes that point where there’s no turning back and I know that load is going in me. Not quite at the orgasm but before, when his breathing gets heavy, or he starts warning me that he’s close. That moment I just think, “Fuck. This is it. It’s going to happen.” It’s so fucking intense to be on a ride that you know there’s no getting off of. At this point, I know he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. The breeding is imminent. Usually that’s when, depending on the position, I’ll either wrap my legs around him or reach around and grab his ass cheeks and make sure he’s not going anywhere. It’s my way of telling him that orgasm is happening in me and they train that’s coming down the track isn’t stopping, isn’t going anywhere else, but up my ass. Locking him in just before he enters his orgasm phase is so fucking hot because I know that once it starts there’s no way he can control himself and I’m not giving him anywhere to go but in me. There’s a lot of hot moments I enjoy but that’s one of the best, yeah, the moment between “I’m close” and the start of the orgasm where we’re both commiting to taking this all the way. It’s kinda like the moment he’s experiencing the orgasm is even hotter because you know the next part is involuntary and uncontrollable at that point. Once he’s feeling that electric wave of ecstasy of orgasm shoot throughout his entire body, the involuntary twitches and pumps that are about to occur as he floods my guts with his load are unavoidable and imminent.

It sucks I got hit up so late, or early depending on how you look at it.. But I'll take it! I'm sitting here in a park as I write this with three loads and a ton of pre-cum. The guy who hit me up said he was at a friend's, elevated, wishing a bottom was there. I was already out and about looking for fun. Bolted home, changed, grabbed some essentials and head over. 15 short minutes later and I have a dick in my mouth and one in my ass.. the top fucked me first. His buddy, the versatile guy, he took over and gave me load #1. Top guy pumped number 2 up my guts after a rough lil fucking. Back to his buddy, ima be honest this guy was more bottom than versatile. But he gave me load #3 and most of the pre-cum . Jacking off in this park, I have the apps fired up for some more loads. But pet usual toasted flakes for breakfast for these people.. Hopefully someone walks up on to me..

Hi guys, I'm new here and would love to share. I got my last load 2 days ago. I was at the store when I saw this guy checking me out. I look and act super straight. He recognized me from some pics I posted on an amateur site, two years ago. I was outside the store and he approached me and said he thinks he knows me from someplace. We talked a minute or so, then he pulls his phone out and shows me my pics, I was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do. We talked a few more minutes and he invited to his house. I went home and showered and when I got to his place he was wearing nothing, I couldn't believe the size of his cock! It was a fascinating 9.5 inches when hard and it was a beautiful 6 inches soft when he opened the door. I knew what to do right away, the door closed, my clothes came off and he was in my mouth. We slowly made it to the bedroom, I swear he ate my ass for twenty minutes before he rolled me on my back and slowly crawled up me. Neither of us said a word, I just looked into his eyes and kept nodding yes as he got closer, he leaned in and started kissing, that was when my ass caught on fire. He pressed that lovely lubed cock against my hole and just kept grinding until I opened up and he eased inside, bliss! We made out and he fucked me nice and slow until he was all the way in, balls deep, that's when I just melted. He fucked me so passionately, then held my face with both hands while he kissed me and I felt his dick pulsing, oh I've only felt that twice before, it was so sexy. He came inside me so deep. I loved it, that was the first of 4 loads he put inside me, I went home happy and leaking his cum. We're gonna hookup again tomorrow night and I can't wait!!

@losolent Fantastic chapter but the suspense is driving me mad! Hahaha! I do hope Alex spots him in the crowd and pulls him to the palace or maybe Liam will spot him and discreetly pull him into the car back to the palace or…. Oh the possibilities and I am practically salivating for the next chapter.

Oh Losolent you tease 🙂 ...you're prolonging the agony for us but I really hope we're going to read there's some positive progress in the next chapter. I'm hoping that Max gets one of the Royal Family's Christmas jumpers to wear for the 25th 💓

Prolapse pussy boy bareback cumdump slut whore fagg+t

I’ve been fucked many times as a kid, but I’ve always seduced older men and other boys. I made them fuck me, to use my body, to fill me with cum. I loved it and offered myself to everyone, mostly successfully. There were other times and no one was afraid to use me to satisfy their sexual need, if I would make it clear that I wanted to. In the summer, I would always walk around in a very short shorts, with no underwear. They were so short that my dick and balls were visible as I sat and spread my legs. Sometimes I would go out without shorts, just in a long T-shirt. I often used hitchhiking to go to the beach because I always bathed naked on remote beaches. If the driver noticed that my dick and ass were naked under the shirt, everyone would get horny, and with a little encouragement from me he would fuck me in the first convenient place along the road.

I have never been to a bath house. I have gotten most of my STI's from the crowd described above. The straight or married and cheating types who won't go get tested even after I tell them they have been exposed. This boggles my mind. What is the big deal?? They "don't have any symptoms" so they won't go get checked. I don't understand this. There is so much ignorance around one's sexual health. Sad.

Very similar story here but started a few years later than you at 11.Like you went thru some crap but came out okay.Think about all the fucked up stuff we were exposed to at way too young an age,yet we still turned out okay more or less.Kudos to you.:)

At last Max seems to have his brain heading in the right direction, As to how straight that road is, only you know @losolent

As they always say "I love it when a plan comes together!" Yesterday I had to travel 1.5hrs away from home for some business. I figured one I was done I would see what locals were around on the usual apps and try to have some fun so I prepped myself early that morning and headed out. It was supposed to be done fairly quickly However it took way longer than expected. What I should have been done with before lunch ended up lasting until almost 5. Once I was finally done I didn't have much time at all before I had to be home. Still I jumped on Grindr and the very first profile was a cute guy and only 2,200ft away. I messaged him and within 2 texts I was at his place on my knees working on his amazing cock with my throat. He lasted a long time nearly 45 minutes but I was finally rewarded with him grabbing the back of my head and holding his cock all the way down my throat and pumped a HUGE LOAD in my belly. After I left he messaged me and told me to hit him up every time I was in town. Ill try to get up that way more often now lol Pic of him below

once you get your first fun at a bookstore, it's addicting. started going to them so many many years ago and still go to them. love taking younger newbies for their first times, which soon become taking them for the 10th time lol

I am a piss drinker and enjoy it.

Hi stud. You want to see me get knotted

Chapter 15 - Prom, Part 2 By the time the clock struck midnight, it was official- prom was a resounding success. Almost every one of Brian and Jake’s friends were incredibly supportive. If anyone had any negative feelings about their friends coming out, they kept it to themselves. Both boys were basking in the glow of living their true selves, and being able to do it with each other made it all the better. Brian even managed to get used to the various “nice catch” compliments he was getting all night; which of course he wholeheartedly agreed with. As prom was winding down, Brian was ready to proclaim it the best night of his life. As he walked out of the event venue, tie now loose around his neck, holding his jacket in one hand, his boyfriend’s hand in the other, he was thinking about how he would always remember this night. Coming out, being with Jake- he didn’t think it could get any better. Jake had already taken initiative and ordered an Uber as the entire senior class was busy getting kicked out of the restaurant. It must have been waiting nearby, as it was already outside when they got out to the parking lot. They said goodbye to their friends before climbing in the back seat, never letting go of the other’s hand. As the car left the party to take the boys home, Brian spoke up. “I’m pretty sure that was perfect.” “Yeah” Jake replied, before taking a big breath as he reviewed his night and realized just how happy he was. “Thank you, for making this happen.” The two locked eyes. “Thank you for being the most amazing, forgiving, and, not to mention, smoking hot boyfriend a guy could ask for” Brian replied, before leaning in to give Jake a kiss. Feeling rather exhausted, he put his head against Jake’s shoulder, his hand on Jake’s upper leg, and snuggled up while taking his own deep breath. He wasn’t ready to sleep, but he closed his eyes, just for a moment, to soak in this feeling. As Brian laid up against Jake’s muscular wrestler body, he thought he could feel him shaking. Brian opened his eyes, sat up a bit, and asked “Are you cold?” Jake laughed “No, why?” “You felt like you were shaking.” “Maybe, but it’s not because I’m cold.” Jake had a smirk on his face, which precipitated a confused look on Brian’s, who then realized his eyes had been closed for a few minutes at least. As he looked out of the car, he noticed they weren’t headed in the direction of his house. “Where are we going?” Brian asked. “Nowhere special, but some place private” Jake responded softly, trying to keep his cool. Brian just shot him a confused look; one that Jake could barely make out against the dim glow of streetlights shining into the car. “You’ll see” he said. ************ “Uh, is this the place?” The Uber driver seemed a little surprised to be bringing two high school boys from prom to a “budget” motel. “Yup, thanks” Jake responded, bounding quickly out the door of the car, basically pulling Brian out along with him. “A motel?” Brian asked. Jake didn’t respond. He just kept walking, quicker than normal, down the straight line of motel rooms. Brian could tell he was nervous. Jake dug into his pockets and pulled out a key attached to a big plastic tag. Finally, the pair got to the door of the last room at the motel. Jake inserted the key, opened the door, and gave Brian a quick glance- a mixture of nerves and lust. As soon as Brian rounded the corner into the room, Jake pulled him close, and the two high schoolers released all of the nervous energy that had kept them tightly wound-up all night into the most passionate make out session they had had to date. Brian pushed Jake backwards onto the motel bed as they kissed, and crawled on top of him, never breaking the connection until he finally said “Tonight was amazing”. Jake reached up and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s brown hair. “Yes, it was. And it’s not over yet.” Brian rolled onto his back on the bed and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe you got a motel room” he said with a laugh. He started peeling off his tux, which by this point was drenched in sweat from nerves and dancing. “Yeah, well I couldn’t really afford a hotel, and I wanted to be with you tonight. I want you to fuck me.” “Jake! You know I can’t do that!” Brian sat up, tux jacket and dress shirt still on, but both unbuttoned, showing his smooth, glistening chest and abs. “We have to be careful.” “Yeah, I know.” Jake replied, standing up and starting to take off his clothes now too. He quickly removed everything down to his boxers before turning back and looking at Brian, whose stiffening cock he thought he could make out through the thin dress pants he was still wearing. “But we can fuck around and be careful at the same time.” He picked up the tux jacket and reached into the inner breast pocket, and pulled out four or five condoms. Brian smiled- he was going to give Jake another warning, but deep down he already knew it was a formality. “No matter what we do there’s a chance I could infect you. Apparently, time-wise, I’m pretty toxic…”, he air-quoted the word, not sure Jake would get it, “…right now.” “It’s prom, I love you, and I’ll take my chances.” With that, Jake walked closer and Brian leaned back, his hands behind him on the bed, his legs bent underneath him at the knees, presenting his stiffening poz cock and smooth slim torso to this star athlete he had caught as his boyfriend. Jake’s hands when right to Brian’s pants, unzipping them and taking out Brian’s semi-hard 7.5in cock. Before Brian could protest, as this was not what he would have considered being careful, Jake attacked the twink’s cock with his mouth. Brian’s dick stiffened to attention immediately as it made its way deep into Jake’s warm throat. Jake’s hands ran up the gap in Brian’s shirt, caressing his smooth hard body as he sucked his dick. After a minute or so, Jake maneuvered himself onto the bed, and Brian could no longer hold himself up that way, so he collapsed down. Jake crawled over him, undid the belt, and slid off his pants and, to his surprise, sexy briefs. Then he helped Brian get out of his jacket and shirt before pausing for just a moment to soak in the sight of his naked 18 year old poz boyfriend. He went back to sucking Brian’s cock, which Brian allowed for a few minutes before grabbing Jake’s hair and turning the tables on him; pushing him back into the pillows and moving to take his own position of power. “I can’t cum in your mouth, and you had me close.” Brian pulled Jake’s boxers off of him, finally releasing his hard thick cock from it’s confines. Then, he went down on him just as he had in his Jeep in the high school parking lot a few weeks prior; which was the last time they had done more than make out. Jake closed his eyes and let Brian go to town, letting out a few faint moans- Brian was getting good at sucking dick. As Brian swirled his tongue around the tip of Jake’s hard cock, Jake clenched the comforter and did his best to stop himself from cumming. He didn’t want to explode what was sure to be a massive load in Brian’s mouth. “No.” Jake said, before grabbing Brian’s shoulders and lifting him up from his throbbing cock. “What?” Brian replied, a little confused. He thought for sure he’d have made Jake cum by now. Jake had other plans. Jake was his high school’s star wrestler, and it showed with how much quicker and stronger he was than Brian as he forced him to flip places yet again, Brian now flat on his back. He propped himself up a bit with his forearms and saw Jake moving to position his cock for a clear shot at his ass. “Wait, wear a condom!” “You came in me last time, I want to cum in you.” “This is NOT a good idea!” Brian pleaded with Jake. As much as Brian had been turned on throughout his entire pozzing journey, even when he was essentially being forced, he had only ever though of pozzing Jake as a gigantic mistake. He cared for his boyfriend more than anything he had ever cared about in his life, and didn’t want him to suffer for his bad decision making. “Me topping you will be fine” Jake responded, practically begging Brian to let him fuck him. “That’s not necessarily true” Brian said with a sigh. Jake just looked into his eyes, the love between them making the connection incredibly intense, and Brian could tell that Jake was still hoping for permission. “But it would be better than me fucking you.” Jake took that as permission. He grabbed Brian by the shoulder with his left hand, spit on his right hand before grabbing his cock, and guided it towards Brian’s smooth, tight ass hole. As Jake felt the tip of his cock touch Brian’s hole, he couldn’t stop himself. He thrust himself forward. His dick broke through and was now inside of his scrawny twink boyfriend. Brian let out a loud yelp as Jake’s barely lubed dick entered him. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but his ass was still tight, and he was still unused to a having a thick hard rod slammed deep into it. This turned Jake on even more. He had loved letting Brian take him the first time they had sex, but now he was getting turned on by the fact that they were in their expected roles- the strong muscular jock pounding the skinny nerd. Jake didn’t last long; Brian had gotten him pretty worked up already with his superb blowjob. Jake pounded away as hard as he could for maybe a minute or two. Brian’s one hand was holding on to Jake’s arm, the other way on his chest. He could feel Jake shudder, and then Jake made one last forceful thrust before unleashing a massive load into Brian’s ass. Fully spent after a long day and hard fuck, Jake collapsed onto Brian, and they began making out again. Brian wrapped his legs around Jake and put one hand on his back while the other ran through his dark hair, capturing him in a tight embrace as they kissed. Jake had pulled his cock out, and Brian felt the cum leaking out his ass; it really had been a massive load. Brian wondered if Jake had cum at all since he sucked him off a few weeks back. After making out for a few more minutes, the two eighteen year olds just lie together, entangled on the motel bed, catching their breath. “I love you Jake, and that was amazing, but it was not a good idea.” Brian said, trying to come across as caring not scolding. Jake understood his tone. “I know, I brought the condoms for a reason. I just, I guess I know those other guys got to breed you, and I wanted to do it too. But, yeah, I should probably be more careful.” “It’s okay baby, it was fucking amazing.” ************ Brian and Jake cuddled together for a while after that, both tired but neither succumbing to sleep as the clock ticked into the early morning hours. Jake had snuck some vodka and rum out of his house, and so they boys each took a few shots and horsed around, alternating making out, feeling each other up, and just enjoying their two naked teenage bodies together and alone in a cheap motel. They were both tipsy, if not pretty much drunk, after a little while, and as Brian got up off the bed to go to the bathroom, Jake admired how his cock hung off his slender frame, how his leg muscles flexed any time he walked, and how his perky runner ass made him sexier than Brian would ever realize. He had never enjoyed watching someone walk that much before. While Brian was in the bathroom, Jake finally ripped open the covers of the bed and spread out, his head spinning a bit as he laid it down on the pillows. As Brian came out, Jake opened his legs wide to beckon Brian in so that he could hold him and feel more of his hot body. Brian loved what he saw too- Jake’s lean body, more muscular than Brian’s but still thin. His strong thighs, his patch of dark bush above his cock. He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in between Jake’s legs, playing with cock as he caressed his leg. “Did you realize how awkward I was? Jake asked. “What?” “When we ran into each other at BU. When I asked you to be my roommate. I honestly had no idea I could get a crush on someone so fast.” “Are you telling me you didn’t have a crush on me before!?” Brian playfully scoffed. “I really didn’t. You won me over in one day.” “Well, you know I had a giant crush on you for a while.” “I know” Jake responded with a cheesy smile. “I couldn’t believe it when you were there at BU. I couldn’t believe it when we spent the whole day together and you asked me to be your roommate. I couldn’t believe it when you kissed me.” Brian paused, and Jake kept smiling. “I especially couldn’t believe it when you let me fuck you.” Brian was getting turned on by thinking about their first time together. Both he and Jake were exhausted and buzzed, and their minds were in that hazy, could fall asleep at any moment state, and yet Brian’s cock was getting excited again. He took his cock in his hand as it neared it’s full 7.5 inch length again, and lightly rubbed the tip against Jake’s asshole. “I thought for sure you’d be the one fucking me, like tonight.” “What can I say, your cock is amazing, and I wanted it inside me. I wish we could do that again.” Jake replied, his eyes closed as he pictured himself getting fucked. Brian’s kinky, danger-seeking brain was getting a hit of adrenaline again, bringing him to that place where he made decisions he might later regret. He looked down at his hard cock, and knew it was essentially a weapon hanging there between his legs. And yet, it was his best feature, and he had to admit that he felt pretty damn sexy being poz. He imagined for a moment what it would be like to poz up Jake. He had been acting risky all night, but at the same time it seemed like he didn’t want to get infected. And yet, Brian thought about how hot it would be to make his first conversion his fellow 18 year old twink boyfriend. He thought about what they could do together in college if they were both poz. The other side of him was being more rational- and reminded Brian what he had learned lately: Brian could get on drugs for HIV, Jake could get on Prep, and they could fuck bare all they wanted. If Brian wasn’t exhausted, buzzed, and incredibly horny, that argument would have won out. But once again, that same feeling that came over him when he first texted Adam back, when he showed up at Adam’s house, when he let Adam bring him into that party- it was back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and put them up onto his shoulders, lined up his cock, and pushed it into Jake’s negative ass. “Whoa, what are you doing!” Jake’s exhaustion wiped away in an instant. He moaned as he felt Brian’s long cock slink its way deep inside his ass; it still hurt, being his second time, but he loved the feeling. And then he remembered why this shouldn’t be happening. “Brian!” he yelled. “Oh my god Jake your ass feels so good on my cock!” Brian yelled right back. “Brian stop! You’re going to poz me!” Jake tried to get out of this, but he was in a prone position, and they both learned then that Brian was stronger than he looked. Brian had basically bent Jake over as he began fucking him, and now was able to hold him down as he drilled his toxic cock deep into Jake’s hole. “Bri!!!” Jake pleaded. Brian knew he should stop, but he was getting high off of the control and the power he had in the moment. He stayed silent and just kept Jake pinned down and taking Brian’s cock in his negative ass. It didn’t take long for Brian’s balls to feel like they were overflowing with his toxic, newly-poz cum. Brian arched his shoulders back, pulled back on Jake’s legs and held on to them tight, and let out a long “fuckkkk” as he erupted balls deep in Jake’s ass.

---- Part 2 ---- Paul hadn't called during the day on Sunday so I got the nerve up and called him Sunday evening. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" Paul answered, way too cheerfully. "Uh... ok... I guess" I replied somberly. "You don't sound ok. What's up?" the cheerful tone still in Paul's voice. "Uh... you were right. On Friday I found out I got infected with HIV. Probably from that guy a month ago. He's the only hookup that I had bare sex with since my last test" I replied, softly. "Hey, don't sound so down. You'll be fine" Paul replied. We talked for another fifteen minutes and he seemed a little distracted. Then he said "I just booked a ticket for next weekend to visit you. We'll have fun like the old days. I bet that ass is really tight if you haven't gotten fucked in a month" Paul said with a chuckle. "Uh... no. No fucking. I was told no sex until they get the next test results and I've been on treatment for a while" I said, my voice trembling. I knew it would be good to see him but I knew the temptation to fuck like before would be huge. Paul laughed like I just told the world's best joke. "I've never fucked a viral poz guy, just undetectable ones. You're gonna be my first!" he exclaimed. "No, Paul. I can't. I don't want to infect you too" I replied, sobbing a little. As much as I wanted or needed to feel his bare cock in me again, I just couldn't chance it. "Plane lands at 3:30pm on Friday. I'll meet you after work and we can have a fun weekend. I'll put a smile back on that face. Uh... Corey. If they give you meds, don't take them before I get there, OK?" he said just before hanging up. I was worried, but I knew he had made his mind up. Thursday I sent him a text giving him the address of a bar near my apartment that I liked to go to. I thought it would be a good place to meet. When I walked in on Friday, I looked around and didn't see him. My heart sank, thinking he'd gotten cold feet and didn't even want to see me again. Then I spotted him coming out of the restroom, licking his lips. A few seconds later, an older guy with shaved head and a big beard walked out and slapped him on his butt. "Holy fuck, Corey! You're lookin' great! I almost didn't recognize you with the beard" Paul said as he came up to me. He gave me this long, tight hug. When he let go of me, he tugged me over to a table in the corner where his beer was waiting. I looked him over and he had changed too. The diamond stud earring in his left ear were replaced with blue metal plugs in both lobes and he now had a thick septum ring in his nose. I saw a tattoo poking below the left sleeve of his polo shirt and it looked like there were piercings in his nips showing through the shirt. The smile was the same and his eyes darted around the room looking for hot guys just like usual. After we finished the first beer, I asked "So what's the deal with the bear and the bathroom?" Paul chuckled before he grabbed both glasses and went to the bar for a refill. When he came back, he stood behind me and whispered in my ear "I found out I like daddy dick." He set my beer down before he sat back down on the stool across from me and the smile turned into a grin. "I swallowed a few loads in there waiting for you" Paul said. I couldn't remember ever seeing Paul on his knees sucking a guy, he was always the one standing against the wall fucking some eager cocksucker's face. Right then was the first time my cock had twitched in over a month. We talked some more and I found out he was enjoying his single life. Like me, there was no boyfriend, just a stream of hookups satisfying our needs. I wanted another beer, if just to delay getting back to my place and having to find an excuse to not have sex with Paul. At least my interest in sex was coming back. He had a different idea. "Let's get out of here and go back to your place so I can drop off my backpack. If we drink much more I'll forget about it" he said. We made it the four blocks to my apartment and as soon as we got inside, he dropped his backpack and pinned me against the wall. Paul had always kissed aggressively but this was even rougher than I had remembered. His hands were roaming all over my body too and a minute later I began to reciprocate. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt desirable again. Paul's fingers unbuttoned my shirt and were pinching and twisting my nips like he always loved to do. Just like all those other times, it made my cock hard and it was straining at my trunks and pants. One of his hands slipped around my chest and down my spine, trying desperately to get inside the back of my pants. "Fuck!" he growled into my ear and his hand quickly unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Just as quickly his hand was back to my ass, this time with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. My tongue jabbed back into his mouth as my hands were now fumbling with his jeans. When I got them open, my hand dug inside and wrapped around his stiffening shaft. I expected to find some more metal, but it was just hard flesh dripping at the end. I knew my mouth would feel better than my hands blindly groping him, so I reached back up and pulled his shirt up. It was on the floor in seconds and we took the brief break to dispatch our pants and shoes. I dragged him to the bedroom, both of us in just underwear that we quickly shed once we got to the bed. Pushing him back, I had him laying on the bed with me on top. My tongue found his left nip and began playing with the little bar that pierced it. Each flick of my tongue got his cock harder and soon it was nestled next to mine as I hunched over his body, playing with his nipples. My mouth had one nip and my fingers the other, changing sides every few minutes. After several iterations, I let my tongue trace down the center of his abs until my chin bumped into his hard shaft. A few seconds later, I had my mouth wrapped around his cock and was taking it into my throat like I had done a thousand times before. Once his cock was fully hard and throbbing, I slowly pulled off and crawled off the bed. In the nightstand was a box of condoms and lube and I grabbed one and opened the package. "No fucking latex. I want to feel that ass just like before, skin on skin" Paul growled. "But.." I started to say but he cut me off. "I told you, I want to fuck my first real poz guy and you're it, Corey" Paul said, scowling back at me. It was then that I realized the dynamic between us had changed and he was here more to fuck a poz guy than help me get out of my depressed state. I set the condom down and crawled on top of him, straddling him with my rigid cock laying on his stomach. I felt him slap his cock against my ass and then rub it along my crack. Lifting up slightly he worked his cock between my butt cheeks and then to my hole. For the first time in over a year I felt his bare cock at my entrance and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Except I couldn't. I didn't want to be the one to infect him. Paul saw my hesitance and thrust his hips up, ripping into my tight hole. "FUCK!" I screamed out as the pain rippled through my body. The spit I left on his shaft wasn't nearly enough lube since I was planning on rolling a condom on. He dropped his hips and slipped out a half second before driving his hips back up and his cock half way inside. I saw stars. I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I heard him let out a sinister laugh. He held his cock in me a few seconds and then thrust up a third time. I cried out some gibberish and a few seconds later, I was panting and my body was twisting around trying to get some relief from the pain. "Is that how he fucked you? Ramming his cock in to wreck your hole so the bug was sure to infect you?" Paul asked. His voice was the most menacing I'd ever heard it. I almost didn't think it was him. "No... I... was... on... all fours... when... he... was... rough" I said, gasping between each word. I heard Paul cackle and then throw me off, grab my hips and then mount me. This time, while it hurt, he slid in much easier and my scream was quieter. "More like that?" Paul asked after my scream had faded. His hips were firmly planted against my ass and his raw cock was buried inside me. "Uh huh" I said breathlessly. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if his cock was throbbing inside me or if my ring was throbbing around his dick from the brutal intrusion. Paul slowly started to rock his hips, driving in and out of my tortured hole a couple inches. A few minutes later, pleasure started mixing with the pain and Paul softly said "Good... remember that and do the same when you fuck me." I gasped and started to panic, his comment about me fucking him setting off alarms in my head. But it didn't last long as he plowed my ass just like the old days. He would fuck faster and then slow down, most of the time using three quarters of his length and occasionally shoving in hard and bottoming out. Eventually, he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs back and began fucking me again. The smile on his face told me that he was enjoying this as much as I was. The pain was gone and I started to playfully squeeze his shaft as he plowed. Paul would slow down and lean in, kissing me briefly before he picked up the pace. When his breathing started to get hard, I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to prolong the fuck and part of me wanted to push him over the edge and feel his cum inside me again. I reached up and rubbed my thumbs over his nips and seconds later got the reward I wanted. Paul groaned loudly as I felt his cock throb as he filled me with his cum. It was a feeling I never got bored with and it was even better because it was him. "Working your way toward being a power bottom?" he asked and I just grinned back at him. "I like it, but that's the last time I fuck you this weekend until right before I leave" he said. I stared back at him, shocked. Paul laughed again and said "The rest of the time, you're going to be fucking me and filling me with that newly charged seed." My stomach flip flopped a few times and the stark reality of my new status filled my mind. I'm sure he could sense my uneasiness because he suddenly shifted gears. Slowly he pulled his still hard cock out and laid down next to me. Paul's arms pulled me close and we started to make out. "Mmm, so weird to kiss you with that beard, but fuckin' love it" he said quietly before intertwining his legs with mine and kissing me again. We kept at it for close to an hour, just like we used to do until both of us faded off to sleep. I woke a little later, my head on his chest and my hard cock laying on his leg. I moved my head slightly before flicking my tongue over his nipple. Paul moaned a second, but stayed still. When I started to suckle on his nip and the little bar through it, the moans got longer and his hand reached over and pressed my head into his body. I sucked harder on it for a few minutes and then rolled between his legs and worked my way down his body. The saltiness of Paul's sweat fueled my lust and when I was back down to his crotch I lapped over his firm cock. The dried cum quickly coated my tongue and it had a coppery taste that told me how hard he had fucked me. I kept hearing his words from earlier in the back of my head as my tongue kept searching for more cum to lick. My tongue tried to move lower towards his balls and I don't know if I pushed his legs up or if he pulled them back. Either way, I now had full access and I bathed his shaved balls with spit. I sucked each one into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. As the second ball slipped past my lips, my tongue started to explore downward. This was new territory and while I loved to eat a guy's ass, I had never done it to Paul. In the past, if one of us was getting rimmed, it was me. I pried the ass cheeks apart and pushed my face in, letting my tongue flick around. With my tongue in overdrive, it lapped over Paul's pucker and then poked inside. There wasn't a bit of protest and I suddenly realized all I tasted was sweat. For a guy I considered "top only" his ass was extremely clean. The thought that he planned to get fucked just fueled my lust even more. "Oh fuck yeah... god I love that" he moaned and my tongue started to jab into his hole. He was tight and it took a lot of force to get inside the ring. I could feel his hole try to relax, but it was obvious he wasn't like those experienced guys I'd fucked before. The moans got louder and and were slowly becoming whimpers until he slowly cried out "Fuck me Corey... I need your cock in me... Please... Fuck me!" Almost immediately, I had two voices in my head - Paul's "do the same when you fuck me" and the doctor's "Corey, you tested positive." My heart was racing and yet my cock was hard as steel. I leaned back and Paul rolled on to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. It was an opportunity that I had wanted for years and yet I didn't want to hurt him. "I can't, Paul" I sobbed. "Yes you can. Now fuck me!" Paul growled out, his head turned back, staring at me. "You sure about this?" I asked. The playfulness we normally had during sex was gone and he was more serious than I'd ever seen him. "Now!" he snarled, getting impatient. My cock wasn't softening a bit and the more demanding Paul got, the more it turned me on. "You're always going to be my little bitch, but I need that dick NOW!" Paul growled. He'd never called me his bitch before and it shocked me. In fact, that was a line I wouldn't let anyone cross. I was no one's bitch.

Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

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

Raw, poz, rim, piss, kink, party, clouds, slam

I love being degraded and humiliated. or rather... attempts to humiliate. I find that things tops think i should be ashamed of, i'm actually very proud. like... i'm very proud to be a tiny dicks sub cumdump who'll let any man 'own' him for as long as he's in the mood, and will obey any command like a good faggot. i'm proud to be that kind of fuck slave. i'm also proud of being a known whore that anyone can fuck whenever they want, as long as it's raw. and i LOVE being used in public. i used to have a lot of guys say i should have more self respect, but fuck that.... i'm living the best life for me. and guys who think it's disgusting to call a man's hole a pussy or a cunt? or my cock a clit? i agree that a man's hole is a hole.... but i'm a fucking worthless faggot whose only redeeming quaality is his pussy.... and my dick gives me more pleasure when tops treat it like a clit (or just ignore it). Guys may think i should be humiliated by all this, but i'm just totally turned on (though my tiny dick is limp as ever, so you'd never know, heh)

Have you got a load in you ?

Great Story, I really enjoyed reading it. If you ever get the chance for a sequel, the climax has to be Ev getting fucked by his real Dad.

It took me a long time before I worked up the nerve to walk into a porn shop or video arcade. When I was 18 I would drive to the parking lots and hang out, watch men go in, but I was far too nervous to engage with anyone, get out my car, or go in. When I got over that hurdle, what fun hunting grounds from grumpy straights, curious bi's, piggy queers, and repressed husbands. When I was 19, I caught my high school best friends dad in a booth, and he fucked my mouth like the whore I was destined to become. Love not wasting time with sites and apps and finding others who are ready to unload NOW! I haven't been to one in a while, fuck I'm getting the urge now 😉

Flex was the place i really got into the breeding thing. maybe some ten years ago , but still vivid moment as i watched my boyfriend get gang banged in sauna and pozzed up

It's just the best when you feel him getting closer then he starts moaning and says he's gonna cum and you feel it spurt into your ass

Yes. sources of factual data seem to be less valued in recent years. History is rife with similar times; and it saddens me we seem to have devolved to that. And I don't see a need to promote behaviors which are likely to result in greater social harm. Not intending to be argumentative. And so I hope this is not taken that way. When you write "if someone makes the "informed" choice to do just that, they should be permitted"; suggests that some entity beyond themselves are deciding what they are permitted to do. But we might be saying essentially the same thing. I would put it more like "help to lead them to facts which they might use to make more informed choices".

Don't feel insecure it's a total asset. I have a regular buddy who can have his cock sucked for hours but as soon as he enters me bare I've got 3 minutes max to enjoy being fucked before he cums. Sometimes it's been a lot less. It was kinda hot as first seeing him lose it so quickly but after a while a tad frustrating. Now I make sure when he enters me it's the position I want him to breed me in because I know I've got a small window. I love his cock and thick loads but I'd love him to pound me senseless for hours. When you're being fucked bare deep and in fuck heaven 3 minutes feels like 3 seconds. I adore cum and being bred but I absolutely love fucking. And the nature of a true stud to me is one who can last and use my hole til we're both satisfied not simply give me a sperm injection.

Hey @TwinkSlut24, I’ve been there and done that hehe. In relation to your question, when I tell my gay friends that I have taken a dozen cocks (anonymously and bareback) the previous night, I can’t help but shake the feeling that they are shocked. I wouldn’t say that they are disgusted by my behaviour, but more along the line of being worried for me, because of catching STDs (which always happen anyway) or my getting hurt in some way. I definitely wouldn’t tell any of my straight friends about my slutiness, as they will be disgusted for sure. Oh well. In my personal view, after being in the shoes of a slut, I have come to the conclusion that we go and have sex for fun, but we are still people at the end of the day. We have our lives, ambitions, hobbies, families to return to. Perhaps the top might see as a piece of meat who purpose is for his enjoyment, and us bottom might see ourselves as a hole to be used, and for a brief amount of time, the world exist in that space only. But after everyone cums, the curtain is drawn, and we return to our lives again. So I wouldn’t worry about what people might think about your behaviour. They might call you this or that, but you are much more than just this one thing (being a slut) that you do in your life. It doesn’t define who you are. I think in terms of being addicted to being a whore, it depends on your personality. I’m a risk taker so I am drawn to activities like these, but I know a lot of other bottoms who are more risk-adverse, so they would probably think about doing this in their fantasy, but not in real life.

There are gays in my community that won’t give me the time of day in public or in front of their friends. Guess I have a cumdump reputation. However, these are the same gays that use my hole the most behind closed doors.

Transman hosting anonymous darkroom breeding, fill my holes with your piss and toxic loads. Text5203042155

It’s got great, easy access and rooms are well appointed; plus there’s a fun spa on site. However, when the bar is busy I think that is a deterrent- especially the DL crowd. Plus parking can be tough. I’ve had better luck at the hourly motels near the airport.

Part 29 - The World Of Fashion The journey in the royal car was quick to the restaurant and Liam opened the door to the restaurant stepping in before the prince, the restaurant owner immediately knew who Liam was and dashed over to the door 'Your royal highness' he said bowing his head and leading them over to a private booth. Josh found it completely amusing how all the patrons of the restaurant stood and bowed as Alex walked past. Growing up in the country his family of course knew of the royal family but nothing could prepare him for how real life royalty worked since they had never come across them. Seeing this different angle on life from the prince's perspective certainly had his eyes opened. Then all the fussing made over them both whilst Liam sat at another table with the driver guarding his prince who had to seat facing in the direction of his protection officer. "This is certainly out of this world your majesty" Josh said opening the menu. "Oh!" Alex said looking up from his menu. Josh looked at him "Sorry did I do something wrong?" he asked nervously. Alex nodded "Yes but don't worry, I am a highness not a majesty" he corrected him. "So what's the difference then?" Josh asked, really having no idea. Alex smiled "Majesty is for monarchs" he said, "I am a prince so known as his royal highness". "Right" Josh said nodding, "Do you ever get bored of it, all these people bowing?" he asked. Alex laughed growing fond of Josh "Since we have only just met you get the proper response". Josh chuckled "So come one then what is the proper one?" he asked. Alex sighed "Sometimes it is tedious. I am conditioned to it, born in to it" he replied. Josh nodded opening his menu "What a load of tosh" he said quietly glancing up at Alex and smiling. Alex looked at his menu "That answer is all you need to know for now!" he replied grinning away. "Dam fancy food in here" Josh said looking up again, "What do I choose?" he asked. "Anything you want. Or you can ask for anything off menu as well" Alex informed him. "Really just want some fried chicken and chips, I like plain food" Josh replied. Alex called the owner over and ordered for Josh and a small salad for himself. The whole two hours were completely surreal for him, sitting at a quiet table directly opposite a member of the royal family who chatted quite candidly about all manner of things except his royal life. Josh had enjoyed telling the prince all about his work and his personal collection of designs that had grown but yet to be brought to the shops as he had no time. Alex asked more about his shop in Victoria and his ambitions. In truth Josh had grown on Alex, he liked Josh more and more as they found they had some very uncanny similarities in their humour and laughing quite a lot over dinner. He knew his heart was no in it yet he had no idea how Josh was feeling, all he did see was a person clearly uncomfortable with all the fuss being made over them. There was nothing wrong about the evening, no indication of anything between them but you can never hide from people who like a little attention themselves, a few tables away one person discreetly took a photo of the prince and young man he was dining with. The photo captured them both laughing looking at each other at ease. Liam tapped his watch and Alex nodded, within five minutes they left the restaurant and back in the safety of the royal car, Alex insisting on dropping Josh off at his home. The royal car made it's way to the suburbs and pulled up outside a decent sized house where Josh lived. "Do you, or perhaps you would like to do this again?" Josh asked having enjoyed his evening. Alex looked pensively at him "Not a date though just hang out" Josh added quickly. Alex smiled "Yes Josh, I would love to go out with you again if you are agreeable to that". Josh nodded "So do I wait for you to call me or what?" he now asked. Alex chuckled "How about Friday evening?" he asked. "Excellent, but I insist on paying this time" Josh replied adamantly. "Okay, I was thinking maybe the Christmas market on the boardwalk by the lake?" Alex suggested. Josh smiled "Yes what a good idea!" he enthused as Liam opened the door. "Casual wear though" Alex called to him, "I will pick you at 6pm" he said. "I will look forward to it" Josh replied, "Thank you your highness" he said bowing his head. Liam could see Alex was in a quite a happy mood as the car headed back to the palace, maybe his prince had found someone he liked and could nurture a relationship with finally putting Max out of his mind. Liam certainly approved of him having seen how he had made Alex laugh the entire time they were together. Alex though was keeping his cards close to his chest, he didn't feel anything there and really liked Josh immensely on a friend level. His only hope was that Josh was feeling the same way, he really needed a friend like him outside of his world. It certainly made the following days easier with the constant text messaging going on between them. Friday morning Alex turned over as Artem placed a cup of coffee by his bed and quietly walked out having first laid some clothes out for the prince. Alden burst past Artem waving the paper in his hand and looking mischievous as he shouted to his brother to get up. "What do you want?" Alex mumbled and rolling on to his back looking up at Alden. Alden laughed "You made the papers this morning" he replied throwing it on to Alex's chest. "Who is he?" Alden asked jumping on the bed and sitting next to his brother. Alex raised himself up "Who is who, what do you mean?" Alex asked slightly confused. He picked up the paper looking at the front page and the picture of him with Josh at dinner the other night, he eyes wandered to the headline 'Has our Royal Prince Alexander found his beau?'. Alex sighed and dropped the paper wandering how Josh was going to take to being splashed over the front page. Alden clearly enjoying this picked it up and read to Alex 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander was spotted dining the other night with one of Monrovia's upcoming young fashion designer and retail owner Josh Franks of Frankly Fashion. The two were seen at the exclusive Juno restaurant clearly enjoying each others company. Has our Prince Alexander found his knight in shining armour and months of speculation ended?'. Alden laid back and giggled uncontrollably. Alex stared in horror and shock, this is precisely what he didn't want to happen. One photo was taken out of all context and now the world would know. Alex looked at the picture again "Oh god Alden!" he said glancing at his brother. Alden smiled "Mother is not impressed" he said, "You know she doesn't like surprises at breakfast". "Fuck!" Alex said as Artem walked back in the bedroom, "You come to judge me as well?" he asked. Artem bowed his head "Your highness I would never judge you" he said then smiled, "Tramp!" he muttered giggling. "Fuck you Artem!" Alex said laughing. Artem bowed his head "I have put some relevant clothes out for you!" he said still giggling like a child. Francis then popped by looking for Alden "Alright tart!" he said then bowed to them both. "Francis that is no way to speak to my brother" Alden said grinning away. Alex folded his arms looking at Francis "You took your time to come and see me!" he complained. "Crown Prince Alden is keeping me really busy" Francis replied rolling his eyes. Alex looked between them "You only have to throw a sack on him" he said to Francis. Francis chuckled "You think! The princess here is so picky about clothes, worse than you!". Alden laughed "I thought Jackson was keeping you busy" he retorted with a big smirk. "Now now girls, play nicely!" Artem remarked then saw the look he was getting and bolted out. Artem laughed running out through the dressing room then stopped "Your majesty" he was heard saying. "Oh crap!" Alex said as his mother walked in to his bedroom. "So this is where all the fun is then!" she said as Francis bowed and left the room. "Morning mother" Alex said trying to keep things light hearted. "Morning mother!" she mocked raising her voice, "Is that it?" she asked pointing to the paper. Alex grinned "I know right! Can you believe what they have written?" he asked. "Details Alex, now!" she said sitting on the bed tapping at the paper. Artem arrived back in the bedroom bringing coffee for them all as Alex was slowly explaining and keeping it light hearted making funny jokes about the governor premier trying to get him married off. Across the city Josh arrived at the boutique to find it flagged by the press clambering to take photos of him as he pushed his way through trying to get in to the store. The noise and questions being fired at him were all confused until he hear one clearly 'Can you confirm you are dating Prince Alexander?' the lady from Bonjour magazine shouted to him. Josh stopped and took a moment then quickly darted inside the store locking the door. His phone was ringing in his pocket and he pulled it out to see Alex was calling, he couldn't deal with this right now and and sent a text telling him he would call when things quietened down at his store. The press stood outside waiting and taking photos at every opportunity when he walked around the boutique, Josh hid in his workshop and sat down. His customers would not be able to get in to the store which was bad for business, on the other hand business might boom due to his link with the prince. It was certainly not how he wanted to be known, he wanted to make his own mark on the industry and now he was wondering if this whole thing was a mistake. Alex spoke to Scott head of palace security who called in a favour with the local police to go to the store and break up the gathering press. With his mother's agreement Alex said he would issue a statement in person later that afternoon by the gates of the palace, his hope would be that it would snow hard and interest would have waned by then. Everything was set for a 4pm press conference and Alex spent a few hours going through what he was going to say. He was just about done when his phone rang. "Josh, thank god you called back" Alex said answering the phone. "Sorry it was just mad and I had no idea what was going on" Josh explained to Alex. "Have you seen it then?" Alex asked and Josh confirmed he knew now what was going on. "Have the press gone now?" Alex asked, "I am making a statement at 4pm". "What about?" Josh asked raising his pitch slightly. "That we were having dinner and that is all" Alex explained. Josh was silent for a moment "Will they will stop pestering me then?". "You might be a few hanging around but they will get bored" Alex said hopefully. As promised Alex made a statement in person to the gathered press and he spoke clearly and confidently to the microphones recording his every word, expressing that there was no romantic involvement and they were enjoying dinner as friends. With that Alex left and walked back along the driveway to the palace. He couldn't help wondering if Josh had held back earlier because he was beginning to have feelings for him. He was hoping that the little episode today would not interfere with their plan to go out tomorrow, he owed it to himself to see if he was right about there being no romantic tendency there though. Friday had been a long day and he sat there looking at the news article of Prince Alexander and the statement denying any romantic liaison with Josh Franks. The bar was busy as usual for this time of week with people letting their hair down now the working week was over for many of them, Gareth came over handing him a bottle of beer. "How is the world of gardening going?" Max asked as Gareth sat opposite. Gareth nodded "Good, I am thinking of branching out on my own, working in the royal parks is good though". "You should" Max agreed, "You are a good at what you do and you can design gardens!" he reminded him. "So are you still doing internet searches on him?" Gareth asked changing the subject. "Yeah" Max replied sheepishly, "Interest that is all" he added as Gareth stared at him, "What?". "Seriously Max you are not fooling me!" Gareth said sipping his beer. Max looked up at him "What is that suppose to mean?" he asked wondering what he was getting at. "You are bordering on obsession with him because you love him so much" Gareth added. Max shrugged "I am only looking at what he is up to" he replied, "Curiosity that is all". "Do I need to spell it out to you?" Gareth asked in a moaning tone. Max stared at the picture "Turning your back on him because of who he is" Gareth added. "It is not that" Max replied looking up, "Well partly, I would be a shadow walking behind him". "Did he say you would have to?" Gareth asked jumping on his response quickly. Max shook his head gently "Anyway he seems to have found someone, denying it as royalty do". "Listen Max. Either snap out of it or go and get him" Gareth said a little angry with him. Max turned his phone off "Now who is being stupid!" he exclaimed. Gareth drank some more beer "You will only have yourself to blame in the end" he replied. This conversation was not helping Max at all, it was very rare that Gareth approved of anyone he was interested in. It was clear that his best friend liked Alex since he was pushing for him to sort it out. Max swiftly changed the subject considering he had been through roughly the same conversation with his parents that morning. His mother in fact had told him off and used the word dick head, something he never thought he would coming from her mouth. She was more upset finding out that this Alex guy he was in love with had left London by the time he got the hotel. Max desperately wanted to tell them who he actually was, he knew doing that would probably make it even worse. Thankfully only Gareth, Louis and Asa knew who the person actually was and like true friends they had kept their mouths firmly closed, even his boss kept quiet. All he could think about during work was the prince out with this new man in his life, then it didn't help to find out that Asa was going to Monrovia to paint Alex's portrait in January. And when Asa found out that Max had turned the prince down he went ballistic on Max as well. So much for keeping things quiet and secretive he thought to himself banging the lip of the bottle against his teeth softly and contemplating every thing that had happened since that night in the hotel. He was at a complete loss, only his mothers words of wisdom kept ringing in his ears. It didn't stop Max running the numerous videos of Alex in his royal role, meeting people, looking all official in his fancy dress. He was totally infatuated with the prince and desperately wanted to be with him, he was a prince and that type of life was not in Max's destination, or so he thought. His parents only saw Max pining for the person who he was in love with, little did they know how impactful the one Max loved could have on all their lives. Alex decided to go for a swim before meeting up with Josh later, he walked in to the passageway and down the stairs to the basement gym and pool. He could hear someone already in the pool swimming away, excitement growing in him expecting to see Francis who was still an avid swimmer and runner when Jackson left him alone. Bounding in he jumped in the pool with a big splash then went bright red as he came face to face with Tom. "Your royal highness" Tom said bowing his head, "I didn't see you arrive" he apologised. "How are you Tom, are you loving palace life?" Alex asked. Tom smirked "Better than what I thought it would be your highness" he replied. "Oh!" Alex remarked in surprise, "In what way?" he asked as curiosity got the better of him. Tom chuckled "The inappropriate behaviour of the stable master" he replied smirking at Alex. "Ah! You have met Marty I take it?" Alex asked and pretending he didn't know. Tom laughed "Yeah he didn't take long to track me down" he replied wading closer to Alex. Alex stared at him slightly nervous and wondering what Marty meant by Tom being handful to cope with. For such a young man he was certainly sturdily built and very confident with his sexuality, a complete opposite to Alex in many ways. Seeing his body again close up was enough to stir up his sexual feelings the more he stared at Tom. Despite his decision not to go down that route for fear of getting a reputation amongst palace staff he was fighting a losing battle. It didn't help that Tom was so close now and he could almost feel the warmth from his body, eyes fixated on Tom, his face moved closer and closer. Finally his lips made direct contact then opened pushing his tongue in to Alex's mouth for a brief moment, then he repeated the action with Alex so lost he never realised he was reacting to his kissing. Each one lingered longer and longer getting more of Tom's tongue in his mouth, tasting him and arousing his body even more until they finally locked lips and engaged in deep long kiss. Tom reached round holding Alex firmly in his arms assaulting the prince's mouth with his tongue. It took Alex a few minutes to react and push Tom off. "Sorry I should not have let you do that" Alex apologised feeling embarrassed. Tom smiled "That has made my day!" he remarked and swam off leaving Alex standing there. Alex swam a few lengths then stopped by Tom "You are very assured of yourself" he said. Tom glanced at him "Always been brought up never to hide away from anything" he replied. "I see you still got the bruises from the riding crop" Alex remarked and giggled a little. "You should see Marty" Tom replied, "I caught him off guard and did him as well". Alex looked at him in shock "You got to fuck Marty?" he asked in a quiet tone. "Yup" Tom replied, "Give and take. Well I told him that when I was fucking and whipping him". Alex laughed "God wish I had the balls to do that back to him" he said smiling. Tom laughed "Apparently you turn to jelly when Marty talks to you" he informed Alex. "Is that so?" Alex questioned then went silent, "Yes I do, it is his voice that does it". "You are still on my hit list if you want me to fuck you around the bedroom" Marty offered. Alex grinned stupidly "Is that your best pick up line?" he asked, "Let me think about it Tom". Alex finished his swim and Tom stood there holding the towel to dry the prince, Alex smirked shaking his head but let Tom do it anyway hoping he would get another kiss. He wasn't disappointed when Tom kissed him then slipped his hand over Alex's arse and stuck a finger in his hole making Alex laugh. He was so tempted to jump in to bed with Tom and he was guessing that this would possibly be an even more intense sexual meet than what Marty provided. He just needed to get his head in the right place first. They kissed one final time and went their separate ways. Liam drove Artem and Alex to pick Josh up from his house then on to the boardwalk on the shores of the lake. The ground covered in snow and snowflakes fluttered in the still air as they entered the Christmas market. Liam as always a few steps behind with Artem was never out of sight and kept a close watch on Alex as the four of them explored together, eating and drinking copious amounts of hot chocolate. Artem and Josh were certainly peas in a pod giggling away to each other, so much so that it was hard to distinguish if Artem was straight. Alex was happy that they could do this all together. As expected some press were there doing articles on the market when they snapped more pictures of Alex and Josh together laughing and sharing a hot dog. They finally found a table at one stall that had a heater and the four of them sat down to warm up. "Thank you for coming Josh I wasn't sure if you would after what happened" Alex said quietly. Josh smiled "I like your company and you are fun to be with" he replied. Liam returned with hot chocolate "I got you a skinny version" he said handing it to Alex, "No marshmallows". Alex looked at it "Get me some marshmallows?" he said pushing it back towards Liam. Liam sat down "Don't be a spoilt brat, can't have you getting fat for Sunday" he replied smirking. "Sunday... What are you doing Sunday?" Josh asked out of interest. "Theatre" Alex replied rolling his eyes, "I don't mind it actually" he added. "You should put him in one of your suits" Artem suggested joining in the conversation. Josh sniggered "Hmm... might be too fat with all those marshmallows he has eaten already" he replied. Alex looked at the grin on his face "Fucking cheek all of you!" he said bursting out in laughter. Josh picked a marshmallow from his mug and placed it in Alex's mug "Come to the shop tomorrow". Alex smiled "Thank you! he said looking smugly at Liam, "And yes I will". Their evening went on until way past midnight with Josh being dropped off and reminding Alex to come by the store at 11am. Liam and Artem had enjoyed a great evening out especially so because Alex had cheered up no end and they knew it was Josh being around him with his quick wit keeping the prince on his toes. By morning the pictures of Alex out on the town at the Christmas market were all over the papers and on-line again fuelling the speculation around the prince and Josh. Max resisted as long as could before doing another search on Prince Alexander and instantly the pictures and articles dazzled on his screen 'His Royal Highness enjoyed an evening at Victoria's Christmas market with fashion entrepreneur Josh Franks. Prince Alexander along with the royal family will be attending the Monrovia Ballet Royal's new production on Sunday evening at what is expected to be a star studied night'. There was that guy Josh in the picture again along with Liam and Artem who Max was fortunate to know as well, but strangely it only focused on Alex and Josh. It did nothing to cheer his mood up that damp and cold Saturday morning sat in the kitchen at home. "Nice looking young man that prince" Stephanie said catching Max by surprise. Max looked as his mother sat down "I never did show you the picture of the guy from Mauritius" he said. "Wait you have a picture of him?" she asked, "The one from Mauritius that... Let me see?". Max nodded "You won't freak out if I show you?" he asked. His mother laughed "Why. Should I freak out?" she asked taking his phone. It was only one picture that Alex would allow, a selfie Max took on the beach of them both laying on the sand laughing. They both had a twinkle in their eyes that looked like they had been in love for years. She only saw a handsome young man in the picture until Max found the latest picture of Alex on his laptop and turned the screen to show her. "Do you understand why it has been so hard?" Max asked looking at her who went deathly quiet. "No way!" she suddenly said looking up at Max, "Right! A lot of things are clearer now". "Please don't say anything to anyone about who he is" Max pleaded looking at her. Stephanie nodded "Is he really in love with you?" she now asked handing him his phone. Max nodded "Yes. The problem is we both fell in love and he is a prince" he said. She poured a coffee and thinking for a moment "Do something about it Max" she said kindly. Max turned off his phone "Fate brought him to London and you meeting again" his mother added. "Do you think so?" Max asked looking over at her. "Your life adapts for the person you love. You can not change that no matter who it is" she said. "Not that speech again!" Max said putting his head in his hands, "I need to clear my head". Max put his cup in the dishwasher and kissed his mother, wrapped up warmly he walked out heading towards Hyde Park to spend a few hours trying to make sense of his decisions in life. Stephanie sat there unable to believe what had just happened when Lawrence walked wearing only his boxers. She told him to sit down pouring him a coffee and told him what Max had just told her. It took even longer to hit home for Max's father after Stephanie explained the second time that their son had fallen in love with a prince. The royal car pulled up promptly at 11am at Frankly Fashion's boutique, a few loitering photographers snapped the event of the prince along with his protection officer and personal assistant arriving. Josh came rushing out of the design workshop and ushered Alex in to a locked room that housed the designs he had been privately working on. They spent some time looking at the suits that Josh was so proud of even though he hadn't revealed any of them to the world yet. "Wow look at all of these suits" Alex exclaimed taken back, "You designed them all?" he asked. "Yes" Josh replied standing next to him, "I haven't released any of these yet". Alex looked at him "Why not, they are amazing?" he replied. Josh shrugged "This one!" Alex said looking at a suit that instantly took his eye. Josh nodded "It needs a little altering but yes" he replied smiling. Josh started taking Alex measurements "Josh can I ask you a question?" Alex asked turning his head. He stopped what he was doing before looking up at him "I suppose, being you" he replied giggling. Alex fumbled "I... how do you feel?" he asked, "About us?" he added clarifying the question. "Ah!" Josh said a little stumped, "I am not sure how to answer, I mean I like you" he said. Alex nodded "But no spark between us?" he now asked. Josh bit his lip "I am sorry Alex, I mean you are sexy and really kind..." he stuttered the words. "Josh!" Alex said interrupting him, "It is okay, I feel the same way" he informed him. "So you are not in love with me?" Josh asked looking and assessing his response. Alex shook his head "In a weird friends way yes, but sexually no" he replied smiling. Josh smiled "I was sort of scared to say anything because of who you are" he admitted. "You know I had my heart broken in London" Alex said confiding in him. Josh stopped what he was doing and looked at Alex "He must have been an idiot to let you go". Alex shrugged "He found out by accident who I was" he said sadly. "Well your highness it is not who you are. There is simply nothing romantic here" Josh explained. "Freaked you out the other day at dinner though" Alex replied grinning. Josh chuckled "I never expected to be sat next to you. Glad I was though". The both breathed a huge sigh of relief "So I guess after today that is it" Josh said. Alex turned to face him "Absolutely not, I like you and we get on" he said adamantly. Josh smiled tightening the tape measure "So no fucking then" he said chuckling. Alex blushed slightly "I guess we shouldn't" he replied looking at Josh's reflection in the mirror. Josh looked up and smiled "We should at least kiss once" Alex suggested. "That is the least I can do as you are wearing my clothes" Josh replied smirking. Alex laughed "That and we can say we tried" he said, "I mean after all the governor did set us up". Josh laughed so hard he had prop himself up against a mannequin that toppled over with Josh following. Alex held out his hand helping Josh to stand up leaving them inches from each other. Alex took the step and put his arms around Josh then lightly touched his lips lingering until they kissed. It was only brief but it did what it was meant to do and they both smiled and shook their heads in unison with Josh remarking that it was nice but no spark, Alex agreed and gave Josh a hug. Josh finished doing the measurements "How can I get it you tomorrow?" he asked. Alex buttoned up his shirt "Come with me" he replied to a now confused Josh, "To the ballet" Alex added. "Oh! Okay. I mean is it alright for me to come?" Josh replied, "It will fuel the gossip". Alex nodded "I know it will" he replied, "I haven't many normal friends, that is if you want". Alex looked at him "Normal!" Josh replied laughing, "Friends then" he said smiling. "Come to the palace at 5pm and you can get changed in my apartment" Alex informed Josh. "Thanks. Now I need to find a suit to wear" Josh replied beaming. "I like this one I think you will look perfect wearing it" Alex said handing him the suit. Liam handed Josh a card with a his mobile number on and telling him to call when he arrived at the palace gates. Josh nodded still feeling like his world was a little surreal right now, he could never imagined that the business dinner would have lead to him being friends with Prince Alexander. Liam gave Josh a quick rundown about how discretion was required if he was to be friends with Alex. Josh's seamstress worked hard and finished the alterations early Sunday morning and hung the suit up, he was rightly proud of his work and packed the suit in a carrier then packed the suit for himself that Alex had chosen. The prince certainly had an eye for detail when it came to what he liked he thought, that and he chose one design that Josh thought was quite ordinary. Arriving at the large gilded ornate gates promptly at 5pm and called the mobile number having a quick conversation with Liam. A security officer came through the pedestrian gate and his name and state ID card were checked then he was directed to drive through and park on the left at the security building. Getting out of the car he was subjected to a security screening along with the suit carriers and his ruck sack, to him every thing just seemed so weird actually standing inside the palace gates as he noticed a flashy BMW car approaching and spotting Liam driving it. Liam waited whilst the security check was completed and beckoned Josh over to the waiting car. "A bit flashy just to drive it down from the palace" Josh remarked grinning. Liam smiled "I am not walking in the snow" he replied getting Josh settled in. "Can I ask Liam, how do you cope with all this?" Josh asked out of interest. Liam shrugged "I have no idea, to me it is my job and life, it is what I always wanted to do" he replied. "Seems all to fantasy land like" Josh said mindlessly, "If you get my meaning". Liam chuckled "I love my job Josh" he said, "Working for the prince has never been boring". The car pulled in to garage out of the snow and Liam closed the automated doors then taking Josh through several corridors before typing a code on a keypad at a door and entering in to the palace. Josh joked that he could have walked here the time it took them meander through the passageways and eventually coming out opposite Alex's royal apartment. Josh looked around the hallway with his mouth open at how every thing seemed to be in a place on purpose and the exquisite décor. Liam knocked and opened the door entering in to the lounge where Alex laid on the sofa watching a film on the TV. "Josh!" Alex cried out and jumping up off the sofa, "Thank you Liam" he said as Liam bowed. "Oh, err, right" Josh fumbled, "Your royal highness" he said bowing his head. "Hell, do that again and I will kick you out!" Alex said laughing, "Only in public" he insisted. Liam placed the suit carriers in the dressing room and returned "Better do as he says" he remarked. Alex glanced at him "If you have finished clear off" he said trying to ignore Liam. Liam walked past snubbing Alex "If he annoys you call me, I am across the hall" he said to Josh. Josh looked around the lounge "Quite ordinary really" he said looking at Alex. Alex chuckled "What did you expect?" he asked, "Precious stones every where?". Josh laughed and Alex took him on a tour of his apartment explaining that it was little in comparison to his parents. Josh stood there shaking his head explaining that he could fit his whole house in the lounge alone. They settled down and chatted a while before Artem appeared instructing Alex to get dressed. Even Artem was impressed with the suit Josh had brought for Alex and joking that he would never be able to afford one like it. Liam walked in and smiling and nodding at how well dressed the both of them looked. Alex walked with Josh towards the family lounge where his parents and Alden were all meeting before heading to the cars. Not wanting to freak Josh out he explained what the protocols with his parents and brother was. Alex had already spoke to them about Josh attending the ballet as his guest this evening, they walked up to the doors of the family lounge. The two footmen bowed and opened the lounge doors allowing Alex and Josh to enter, his nerves kicked in seeing the King and Queen of Monrovia standing there. He was welcomed warmly with the king and Alden showing a great deal of interest in the suit Alex was wearing which resulted in them asking Josh to tailor them a suit as well. Josh was bowled over at the request to provide a suit for the king, the queen was a little disappointed when she found out that he only designed menswear and tried to coerce him into designing an evening gown for her. Alex couldn't help laughing as Josh seemed to be completely lost for words explaining that he would try to design a one off for the queen. The star studded ballet had brought many of Europe's elite to Monrovia as it always did on special occasions. The paparazzi were lined up along with the public to get a glimpse of the royal family on their arrival at the Victoria Royal Theatre. Josh walked behind Alex with Liam along the red carpet, shouts from the waiting press asking if he was dating the prince officially went unanswered as Liam had briefed Josh to only look ahead and stay two paces behind Alex. Entering the royal box the entire theatre stood placing their right hand over their heart as the Monrovia national anthem struck up. A rapturous applause followed and the king and queen took their seats followed by every one else. Josh sat next to Alex still in shock as the people looked up, they all seemed to be looking at him trying to second guess what was going on between him and the prince. That and the very real reality of sitting one seat away from the queen, in royal protocol fashion Alden to the right of his father and Alex to the left of his mother and the dowager queen to the right of Alden. After the royal family had been back stage to meet the Ballet Royal dancers they returned to join Josh at the front of the house then all of them where whisked away in their cars back to the palace. "Did you enjoy your evening Josh?" Alden asked who was sat next to him. Josh nodded "Yes your highness, it was quite something to watch a ballet" he said politely. Alden smirked "Yeah not my thing" he said, "Alex loves it, secret ballerina you know, dancing around is quarters". Alex reached over and punched his brother "Fuck you!" he said giggling. Alden grabbed his hand "Sugar plumb fairy!" he said winding Alex up even more. Both Nick, Alden's protection officer and Liam stepped in "Pack it in!" Liam said holding Alex. "So you screwing my brother?" Alden asked completely out of the blue. "Alden!" Alex exclaimed, "Do not answer that!" he told Josh, "Stop being rude to our guest". Alden laughed looking between them trying to wind Alex up even more. Nick and Liam sitting opposite the prince's and Josh both smirking trying to hold their laughter in at Alden's comments which was so unlike him being so chilled out. The royal car arrived back at the palace behind the king and queen's car. Alex had not seen Nick since that weird afternoon in the massage room and he took a sneaky glance at the same time Nick looked at him and nodded. The secretive yet subtle seductiveness way that Nick looked at Alex brought a slight smile to his face, and it didn't go unnoticed by Alden and Liam who found themselves looking at each other and grinning. Liam wondered how long it would be before Nick got his hands on the prince and judging by the look it had happened and he was surprised Alex kept quiet to him about it. Josh was last out of the car and stood there "How do I get home?" he asked Liam and Alex. Alex turned to him "You want to stay the night?" he asked. He looked a little apprehensive at first "Here in the palace?" he asked finally. Alex nodded "Where else?" he replied laughing, "Don't worry I won't expect anything" he added. "Clear it with the king first" Liam advised so Alex quickly walked up to his father. "Am I allowed to then?" Josh asked Liam as they stood waiting. Liam nodded as Alex walked back over to them "You can stay with me" Alex said happily to Josh. "What about me?" Liam asked in a quiet voice, "Don't I get invited?" he spoke looking serious. Alex went bright red being put on the spot so openly by Liam "Not tonight" he said kindly and smirked. Liam laughed and walked with them in to the palace accompanying his prince up to his quarters then said good night and disappeared in to his rooms. Josh was desperate to ask but he kept his mouth shut for now. He waited a short time whilst Alex was in the dressing room being attended to by Artem, during this time he stripped and retrieved a t-shirt from his rucksack and kept his underwear on the sat on the bed waiting for Alex unsure if he was sleeping in the bed with him. Artem disappeared and Alex walked in to the bedroom in just his underwear. Josh looked over at him and gave him a cheeky grin whilst taking a good look at the prince almost naked. "What?" Alex asked smirking at Josh, "I thought this was a plutonic relationship!". "It is" Josh replied, "I can look though surely" he said as Alex walked over to him. "Take this off and let me see you properly" Alex said lifting Josh's t-shirt up. He giggled and took it off "Where am I sleeping?" Josh asked glancing around. "Here with me. I think I can trust you not to take advantage of me" Alex replied softly. Josh was surprised as Alex began to take off his underwear slowly whilst performing an erotic, seductive dance that had lead to Josh giggling in fits of laughter until Alex threw his underwear in his face then jumped in to bed. Josh shrugged and took his off dropping them on Alex's face and climbed in to bed next to Alex who was now laughing. The subtle glow from the bedside lamp dimly illuminated their face as they laid in bed together. "I envy you with you all this, it must be such an amazing life you have" Josh said glancing at Alex. Alex rolled on to his side facing Josh "I suppose. It is very lonely though" he replied. "Lonely?" Josh asked turning on his side to face Alex, "But you have all these people around you". "They work for the palace and some are in my trusted circle" Alex said with a tinge of sadness. Josh smiled "You have a circle of trust!" he exclaimed and nodded understanding what Alex meant. "Small one" Alex replied, "It is still lonely as I don't have any real close friends as such". "I see" Josh said staring at Alex, "Not all glitz and glamour underneath then" he remarked. "No" Alex replied then softly he stroked Josh's chest, "I feel I can trust you Josh" he added. Josh smiled and moved Alex's hand and held it "I will never let you down Alex, friends for life?". Alex smiled and nodded "Yes" he simply replied staring in his eyes. Josh felt such a warmth of love for Alex right now "Don't take this the wrong way!" he said. Alex looked slightly confused raising an eyebrow, Josh leaned closer until their lips touched and they kissed several times. Something Alex had never really felt before began warming through his body, a real affection for Josh suddenly appeared and he leaned forward and kissed Josh then laid his head back on the pillow smiling. This time Josh ran his fingers down Alex's chest and strange as it appeared it wasn't a sexual move, rather a trusting friendship that was bonding them together. Josh shuffled closer to Alex and they cuddled wrapping their arms around each other giggling, talking and laughing until they both finally asleep. By morning Artem arrived with two coffees and put them down waking Josh up who had a startled moment trying to remember where he was. Artem placed the morning paper on Alex who mumbled and rubbed his eyes waking up. Artem giggled and pointed to the paper and the photo of Alex with Josh walking behind and Liam hidden from view making it looked like they were on a date. Josh grabbed one of the supplement sections and quickly turned to the fashion pages that always appeared in the weekend papers. There was a picture of Prince Alexander and the article that followed 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander accompanied his family to the Ballet Royal premier last night dressed in a suit by Josh Franks who was also present in the royal box. It is not for this fashion editor to speculate or read between the lines...'. Josh handed the piece to Alex who read it and shrugged throwing it on the floor. "Doesn't bother you?" Josh asked looking at him. "No" Alex replied, "It seems my love life is suddenly big news" he said sipping his coffee. Josh leaned over picking the paper up again "Well you are the first gay prince" he reminded him. "I suppose" Alex replied contemplating for a moment, "That will do well for your business". Josh nodded "Yeah, not that I need to be any busier" he said reading the article in full. "Do you not want to be a top designer?" Alex asked curiously. "Never really thought about it" Josh replied honestly, "I want a man first then a career". Alex laughed "Don't we all. It will be big news the king wearing your clothes" he said. "Come on ladies where do you want breakfast?" Artem asked returning to the bedroom. Josh put the paper down "He needs to be taught a lesson" he said to Alex. Alex nodded "Yeah getting a little too big for his boots" he replied putting his cup down. Artem folded his arms "Get up or do I have to drag you out of bed... again!" he said smirking. "Alright!" Alex replied rolling his eyes, "God you are pushy, breakfast with the family" he added. "I should get going" Josh said grabbing his underwear and putting them on under the sheet. "Nonsense, have breakfast with us, the family know you" Alex said getting up walking around naked. "By the way Josh, I am having a party Wednesday after church, you will come?" he asked. Josh smiled "Yeah I would love to Alex" he replied, "Err... Can I have a shower?" he asked. Alex giggled "Of course" he said pointing to the bathroom, "You want some clothes as well?". "No I have some in my ruck sack" Josh replied going to the bathroom. Josh finally left the palace just before midday having spent an incredible morning with the royal family and measuring the king and Alden up for suits who said they would stop by on Monday to choose fabrics. His whole life seemed to be taking a whole new direction knowing that this could propel him in the fashion world dressing royalty, what he did love most of all was Alex, they had got along so well becoming very good friends, even Alden was hanging around having enjoyed Josh's company at the ballet. Josh was under no illusion that he would have to remain discreet having a friend like Alex in his life.

Thank You for following me Sir. Total bottom cumdump here in UK. 1000s more pics and vids on www.twitter.com/jonny4dad or www.xhamster.com/users/jonnytwink

12 for me. Classic “nocturnal emission” thing where I woke up with my dick hanging out of my PJs and stuck to the sheet. First time on purpose was 13, rubbing on a pillow, looking at the lingerie in the Sears catalog. 🙄

Yesterday, I woke up horny AF! My hole was literally tingling. Of course, I had no hope of anyone being around but I showered and douched just in case. I went on Grindr to see what was up and about 90 minutes later I get an unsolicited cock pic. It was a beautiful piece of meat. Perfectly strait and very thick. I answered with a pic of my cunt and told him it was all ready to be loaded. He said he was married and had to be very discreet. No problem. Just come over and wreck and fill me. He agreed so I sent him my location. After about 10 minutes of nothing, he replies that we are neighbors. He just moved in next door a week ago. I know who he is because I saw him moving in. He’s a good looking guy with a wife and kids. I told him I would never tell anyone and that he’s perfectly safe to come over and load me up whenever he feels the need. He came over after having a couple of cocktails to get his nerve up. I made him a cocktail and told him to relax. No one will know. I took his cock into my throat and played with his balls. He started to relax. I pushed his legs up and and started to eat his ass. After a couple of minutes he stood up, pulled me up, spun me around to my knees and pushed his cock in. He pumped me for about one minute and blew his nut balls deep into my guts. After he was done he apologized for shooting so quickly. No problem. Next time you can fuck me all day. We made arrangements for New Year’s Eve. His wife and kids are found a family party that he wasn’t planning on going to. He’ll have a few free hours to come by. He promised to totally wreck my hole and give me many loads to start 2022 off right. Sometimes luck finds you!

One guy once, when I was riding his cock to use my arse to "suck the marrow out of my bone."

007 - Ruined Raff opened the door. He and Dev said nothing as Dev entered. Raff just nodded down the hallway towards us, then went back into Jesse’s room. Dev stomped towards us, his chunky boots making each step feel like it was shaking the room. That tattoo really did go everywhere. His face was covered in so much black ink, a person would be forgiven for not even realizing he was white, from a distance. His hair was a short mohawk, and he had a look of pure fury on his face. He wore a white vest, though even as he entered the front room, he pulled it off and threw it to one side. He took one look at Jesse. “Fuck off.” He barked, and those two words were the closest thing to a complete sentence I’d ever hear him say. Jesse instantly shot off and, winking at me, scampered off towards his room. I was completely alone, with this diseased madman. He gripped me by the hair and yanked me off the sofa, onto my knees. My scalp burned with pain, and I let out a yelp, but Dev clearly didn’t care. He thrust my face into his denim crotch, and instantly, the smell of his body filled me. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time. I tried pulling away, terrified by how rough he was, but that only made it worse, as he slapped me with the hand that wasn’t holding me in place. Once he was sure I’d stopped resisting, that hand went to his belt buckle. In one smooth movement, he got everything undone and pulled his cock out - no underwear to slow him down. It was a deadly weapon hanging before me, not quite fully hard yet, but still huge. The chunk of metal hanging out of the tip must have added a couple of extra pounds to the weight by itself. It scraped against my teeth as he forced it into my mouth. There was nothing for me to do except kneel and take it. I was powerless. Dev didn’t even let me control how to suck his cock, he just held my head still and fucked my mouth. His dick wasn’t as big as Raff’s, but the piercing made it much harder to manage, and Dev showed no mercy. I choked and gagged, snorting out of my nose, which earned me another smack. It was all I could do to keep my teeth open wide enough to not cause any problems. The feeling of the piercing bashing against the back of my throat made me want to throw up, but I knew that Dev wouldn’t stop even if I did, so I forced myself to keep it under control. It went on for what felt like ages, but I couldn’t get used to it the way that I would with any other dick. The shape of the piercing, and the force of Dev’s thrusts always felt unnatural, never becoming any easier to take. I couldn’t tell how deep he went, but my lips were definitely reaching the black tattoo. For a minute, I thought I might actually die choking on this monstrous cock, but it finally came to an end. Dev pulled out of my throat one last time, then smacked me once more, hard enough that, in my weak and confused state, I lost my balance and fell. My face was a mess, I could tell. My eyes were streaming tears down my face, while mucus and saliva dribbled out of my nose and mouth. Dev didn’t even seem to notice, much less mind. While I was trying to find my way back onto my knees, he went over to the mirror and made a line for himself. Judging by the length of the snort I heard, it must have been a pretty big one. I’d barely stabilized myself when Dev was back on me. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up, throwing me face down onto the sofa. Holding me down by the back of the neck with one hand, I felt the other on the buttplug that I had completely forgotten was there. The force he yanked it out at made me yelp, but my ass didn’t stay empty for long. I felt something cold and wet against my hole, as the piercing pushed into me, and then he was inside me. That infected monster was about to breed me, and I couldn’t stop him. He showed no more mercy on my ass than he did on my throat. With nothing more than my spit and the leftover lube from the plug, he rammed himself into me. I yelled out, but he didn’t relent. In just a couple of thrusts, I could feel his balls slapping against me, the full length of him tearing my ass apart. “Holy fuck!” I yelled. “Holy fucking fuck!” A couple more thrusts, and Dev was freely, easily pounding into me. My ass offered so little resistance to him, it was as if I got fucked like this every day of the week. My body was nothing more than a useless hole for Dev to fuck, but my head was swimming in the cocktail of drugs I’d dunked it into. Jesse’s voice seemed to echo around my head. He’s given me his gift. He’s made me like him. And Dev is going to do the same to you. I let out moans and whimpers. We’ll both be free. No more fucking around with condoms and stupid rules. We can fuck like real men. Unbidden, images of Raff breeding Jesse came back into my head. My stomach felt like it was churning in a storm. For a minute, I thought I was still going to be sick, but I realized it was something else. Dev pulled out of me completely, and for a foolish second, I actually thought he was finished. But instead, he flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him, and what I saw was horrific, like some devil standing over me. He was sweaty and his face looked furious. I realized, far too late, that the symbol on his stomach was a biohazard mark. Some voice in the back of my brain found that quite funny. But it wasn’t the sight of him that horrified me. What horrified me was my own cock, rock hard, begging for attention. Dev pushed my legs up to get at my hole, and rammed himself back into me. He got something he always wanted, he just needs a few minutes to accept it, Raff’s voice said. Dev’s face twisted into a wicked grin as he stared straight into my eyes. Sweat dripped down from his face, onto mine. A drop landed near my lips and instinctively, I licked it up. There are people who would die for my cum. Dev shifted his arms, and suddenly, his hands were wrapping around my neck. Dev’s become a lot more fucked up since he came off his meds. His grip tightened. He was strangling me, and my cock felt like it was going to explode. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ was all I could say, though with Dev choking me, it sounded more like weak grunts and gurgles than any kind of actual word. I was getting light headed, and my vision started going funny. Things went blurry, and Dev’s tattoos looked like they were moving. Was this a hallucination? I’d never hallucinated before. My brain made Dev’s face take on all sorts of horrific forms. One second, black horns seemed to be erupting from the tattoos on his head. The next, he looked like he was snarling like some horrible beast. For a moment, Dev was gone completely, replaced by anyone my mind felt like conjuring. Jesse, Reese, Raff, old partners and fuck buddies, even a teacher I’d had a crush on back in school. “Look at me!” Dev growled, and my eyes suddenly refocused on him. His face was turning red and he was gritting his teeth. His hands were still at my throat, though not quite so tight. He must have realized just how close to passing out I was. “Fuck! Fuck! Fucking take it, you cunt! Take it!” He yelled so loud it hurt my ears. He slammed all the way into my ass, and I could feel him erupt into me. It felt like an eternity as his balls unloaded their filth into my waiting ass, and I let out a long moan in time with the growling grunt that Dev was making. He started bucking his hips, fucking his load into me, even before he’d finished pumping it out. He stayed in me for a while longer, and we just looked at each other. His wicked grin was back, and he licked his lips, which made me smile, despite myself. My cock was still rock hard between us, but I didn’t want to do anything with it. All I cared about was the feeling in my hole. I’d been converted. That piercing must have torn my insides up, and Dev felt like he’d cum enough to fill a bathtub. There was no way his gift wasn’t already in my bloodstream. If I felt any panic about that then, the drugs completely drowned it out. Dev leaned forwards. I thought he was going to kiss me for a minute, but instead, he simply licked up the side of my face, tasting my sweat and leaving a trail of spit. He must have noticed my dick getting squashed between our stomachs, because when he moved back up, he looked down at it. With a gross snorting sound, Dev spat on my cock. The feeling made me gasp. He took hold of me, pumping my dick and covering it in his spit. It felt good. Finally, I felt him pull out of me. My body felt completely ruined, and all I could do was lay there, covered in all our fluids, as he pulled his jeans back up. Without another word, or even a look back, Dev turned and left the room, grabbing his vest as he went. A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut.